Fantasies of Lyle - “Kidnapped!”

Featuring Mindy, Fantasy Session Wrestler

By Gark

Mindy: Age 27, 36C-24-35, 5' 9½", 145 lb.

Lyle: Age 28, 40" chest, 34" waist, 5' 10", 153 lb.

[As told by Mindy]

My victim lay helpless on the bed, bound at the wrists and ankles with a gag over his mouth, while I sat nearby preparing the ransom note. He struggled some, no doubt trying to shake free of the bonds that held him. But that would be a definite problem, as his wrists were also tethered to one corner of the bed while his ankles were tethered to the opposite corner. He could roll over, but that was about it. Yet, through it all, I could literally feel his eyes following the movements of my bulging breasts wherever I went. Of this much I could be certain: my captive was a ‘breast man’.

Of course, it was all another elaborate fantasy concocted by Lyle, my wrestling client with the exceedingly vivid imagination. It was all so delicious that slipping into my role as Lyle’s kidnapper felt very natural. As always, Lyle had laid out the scenario and script in great detail, which made my role very straightforward. I’d suggested ‘Mindy’s Fitness Center’ (MFC) as the logical place for our encounter, the bedroom being sufficiently large for our ‘activities’. It also gave me a chance to showcase MFC for Lyle. The usage fee for MFC was much more reasonable than a motor inn, or whatever, which mattered to me as I rather enjoyed these fantasy sessions with Lyle - lower costs meant more frequent fantasy sessions.

The privacy of MFC was unparalleled. We could raise whatever ruckus we wanted and not bother a soul. By now, I was plenty comfortable with Lyle, so being here alone with him was not a problem, although, I was worried what I might do if we got too whipped up while in fantasy mode. I put the thought aside as best I could and slipped back into my fantasy persona. Once the scenario ran its course, we’d battle unscripted to the finale.

“Hmm, I wonder what MekaniCorp would pay to get back their CEO,” I sniggered. “One-million… two million… five million? No, I think ten million dollars is more like it for the safe return of their beloved Lyle Loftgren.”

I couldn’t believe my good fortune, sipping on a dry martini in a dark corner of the very trendy Compden Club when the young mega-millionaire CEO walked in. I’d recognized him immediately by his nerdy clothing and uncoordinated gate. If it had been anyone else, he’d never have gained entrance to the club. Loftgren had ordered a drink, and then began to ogle each woman present, no doubt looking for tonight’s conquest. I knew his reputation, pick up a woman for a few days, shower her with expensive gifts and then dump her just as fast. If it weren’t for the millions, he’d never have managed it on any level.

I’d been quick to formulate a plan, larceny never very far from my heart. I’d flashed a shapely leg, bare to the thigh, in his direction and the rest had been easy. Using a simple ploy, I’d asked Loftgren to wait a few minutes and then to meet me in the parking lot, giving me a few precious minutes to prepare my scheme. Once outside the club, Lyle Loftgren never knew what hit him.

Arriving at one of my safe houses, I had forced Loftgren to strip to his undershorts before tying him up and binding him to the bed. I’d gotten pretty excited by the whole thing, realizing bondage might be an interesting sideline for me.

But now that he was properly trussed, I could reveal my simple ploy. “I can’t believe you were so stupid to fall for the fake gun trick,” I horselaughed. “It’s just a toy, see?”

I held the gun a few feet in front of him and broke it in half. “But I suppose you’ve never seen a real gun before, have you?” I snickered at the hapless, helpless man tied to the bed before me.

I continued my verbal torture. “You sure have fancy underpants… for a CEO, that is. Do you think they’ll pay more for a CEO wearing black, silk mini-boxers?” I giggled rudely. “Or maybe the price might go down instead,” I horselaughed again.

Loftgren was helpless, unable to respond due to the gag in his mouth. I wasn’t sure I wanted to converse with the nerd, anyway. But I had to admire the guy’s six-pack abs. Beneath the nerdy exterior, Loftgren obviously knew how to stay in shape. I licked my lips unconsciously, wondering whether there might be another dimension to this nerdy CEO held helplessly before me on the king sized bed. I allowed my mind to wander a few lascivious moments, neglecting to re-check his bonds before exiting to the adjoining room to finish the ransom note.

It took me five or ten minutes to get the ransom note just right. Once posted, I figured the ransom wouldn’t be long in arriving. I’d had an escape plan with false identities in place for years, and now was the time to use it. Once in the clear, I’d remotely trigger an email revealing Loftgren’s location to his corporate lackeys. There was no need for violence. In fact, I’d accomplished the whole thing without a weapon of any sort!

Just for nastiness, I decided to read the ransom note to the hapless nerd tied to my bed. I opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. A hand shot out and grabbed my left wrist firmly, twisting it roughly behind my back. Another arm forced me face-first tightly against the bedroom wall, squashing my firm breasts flat.

“Now it’s your turn, bitch!” hissed Loftgren between clenched teeth, twisting my arm ever more cruelly. “I’m going to tie you up just the way you had me, except a lot better! I bet you didn’t know I was an eagle scout. Your pathetic knots unraveled easily - no challenge whatsoever for me!”

“I seem to have underestimated you,” I gasped hoarsely, feigning submission. “But you’ve underestimated me, too!” I shouted, spinning around quickly, freeing myself from his grasp.

We now faced each other at a distance of four or five feet. We traded feints, circling nervously, neither of us having a clue how to proceed. Loftgren had clearly assumed I would surrender easily. But that wasn’t my way.

“Looks like you’re in for a fight, Loftgren,” I chided. “I’m no pushover, not like the wimpy bimbos I’ve seen you with in the society pages.” I flexed my biceps to show him who he truly faced.

“Impressive, most impressive, Miss…” he glared. “Tell me, is this display of bravado supposed to make me lie back down and allow you to tie me up once more? Surely you can’t mean to scare me into submission,” he laughed, unexpectedly stepping closer.

I reacted quickly to the move and threw him to the floor. “You can make it easy… or hard,” I sneered. “But either way, you’re gonna end up hogtied back on the bed.”

Loftgren slowly rose to his feet, straightening his black, silk mini-boxers, which had been twisted from the throw. “Suppose I just call the police then?” he challenged.

“With what?” I countered. “I tossed your cell phone in the ditch as we drove over here. This is one of my safe houses - there’s no landline. I’ve got the only phone, right here in my pocket,” I smiled, patting the cell phone lump in the front pocket of my velvet black slacks.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied, his gaze gradually shifting from my slacks to my chest area. “We must find some civilized method to settle this, Miss…” he offered.

“Mindy… you can call me Mindy,” I told him, using an old alias.

“Yes, Mindy it is. Surely you wouldn’t wish to resort to fisticuffs?” he asked. “So uncivilized, you know.”

“Not particularly,” I responded, positioning myself between Loftgren and the door. “But I’ll do whatever it takes to get that ten million bucks.”

“Yes, I can see that you will,” he stated evenly. “But perhaps there might be another type of contest… one much more civilized than bare-fisted fighting.”

“Maybe so. I’m listening…” I replied, my curiosity most definitely piqued.

“Wrestling, perhaps?” he asked. “One fall… by a 10 second pin?”

“Umm,” I pondered.

“No untoward moves such as hitting, kicking, slapping, biting and the sort,” he offered. “A pure wrestling contest between us.”

“Umm,” I pondered further, again noticing his gaze fixed upon my chest. This just might work…

“You seem to be the one who’s afraid now,” he taunted. “Perhaps, Mindy, you’re not as tough as you’d have me believe.”

I didn’t particularly trust Loftgren, but I suppose that worked both ways. Maybe I should give it a try, I considered, as my focus shifted subconsciously to his six-pack abs. “Maybe,” I offered, “but at what stakes?”

“My freedom versus yours, obviously,” he smiled.

“Unacceptable,” I stated.

“That’s my best offer,” he countered. “At the moment, neither of us is the captive of the other. What could be more fair? If I am victorious, surely you cannot expect me to set you free?”

He didn’t look to be much bigger than me… maybe a half-inch and five or ten pounds. His arms didn’t look that strong, nor his legs…

“All right, you’re on,” I acknowledged. “You and me, wrestling one 10-second fall, with our freedom at stake, right?”

“Correct,” he replied, much too confidently for my comfort.

But I had my own ‘confidence’, too. His gaze hadn’t left my chest all the while we’d been negotiating. I would use his fixation to my great advantage.

“Perhaps I should prepare myself,” I began. “It hardly seems reasonable to wrestle in these fine clothes I’m wearing. Besides, you’ve next to nothing on.”

I gave him no chance to respond, as I immediately slipped off my fine black blazer, folding it up neatly and laying it on the dresser nearby. By design, my sheer, soft-pink blouse failed to camouflage the scarlet-red brassiere within. I began to slowly unbutton my blouse. Although my back was turned to Loftgren, I knew he wouldn’t bolt for the door. He was glued to the ‘striptease’ show unfolding before him.

Still facing away from Loftgren, I folded my blouse carefully and set it atop my blazer. Then I slowly dropped my bra straps from my shoulders & arms. Then I spun the 36C female fettering device around 180 degrees on my torso so that I could more easily unhook the clasp.

Still facing away from Loftgren’s prying eyes, I continuing the striptease and set the bra down with my other clothes. I kicked off my bare-toed shoes, then loosened the waist clasp of my slacks and unzippered them slightly, before letting them drop to the floor.

I heard Loftgren gasp loudly behind me as I bent down to pick up my slacks, accentuating my firm behind, barely concealed by my scarlet-red, silk panties.

I turned around and faced Loftgren, once again flexing my biceps for him. “What do you think now,” I asked straight out, breathing deeply to accentuate my naked breasts to their utmost. “Do I seem strong enough now?”

Loftgren was speechless, his eyes glued to my rose-pink colored nipples. Most men were captivated by their unusual coloration, and Loftgren was no exception. He nearly drooled in place, which I was glad for. I wanted as much advantage as possible in the conflict to come.

Finally I dropped my arms to my sides, which seemed to release him from my trance for the time being. Then Loftgren did something unexpected. He flexed his biceps & thighs to little avail, but continued by clenching his six-pack abs into a rigid washboard for my visual delight. Now I was the one left drooling. Perhaps our contest would be more difficult than I’d anticipated.

Loftgren finally dropped the pose. “Shall we begin, Mindy,” he asked politely, eyes glued upon my unfettered orbs.

‘Every advantage,’ I told myself, ‘use every advantage… my freedom is at stake… plus ten million dollars!’ I allowed my breasts to shimmy back & forth as I approached Loftgren’s position. “Yes, let us begin,” I replied, reaching towards him to make contact.

Without warning, Loftgren lurched forward towards my waist and locked his arms around me. Before I could react, I was hoisted high in the air, suspended with my tummy upon his right shoulder & arm, hands locked about my waist in unyielding intensity. My arms and legs flailed about helplessly in his clutches as the air was gradually forced from my lungs. I’d never in my life been placed in such a hold… totally helpless in the clutches of a male!!

Loftgren had taken me completely by surprise - I didn’t think he had it in him to hoist me overhead so easily. If we’d been fighting submission style, I’d have given up right there. However, Loftgren seemed unaware of my dire straits, or maybe the hold was taking a toll on him as well, because we seemed to be moving towards the bed.

Loftgren tossed me from his shoulder onto the king sized bed. I was nearly as weak as a kitten, but my mind was still alert. So when Loftgren leapt from the floor towards my prone body lying on the bed, I was prepared, though sluggish. Fortunately, I managed to scissors my legs around his neck. I reached for his outstretched arms with what little strength remained and latched onto them with my hands. The surprise was total. I pulled Loftgren’s head downwards towards my crotch and locked my thighs tightly about his neck. His head barely peaked out from my crotch area. Strangely enough, he was grinning broadly.

Loftgren thrashed about trying to free himself, but with my hands controlling both of his, plus my powerful thighs on his neck, all he managed to do was fall back to the floor in a kneeling position. I was dragged along with him to the edge of the bed so that my legs were over the edge, still wrapped around his neck, while my butt and torso remained prone on the bed.

Loftgren tried to stand, but I quickly stiffened the pressure about his neck and he gave it up. He just sunk back to his knees. Our eyes locked, his from between my thighs, and mine as I finally managed to arch my body upwards slightly to maintain a solid hold with my hands upon his wrists.

Loftgren was in the same straits I’d been in only moments ago. I figured he’d submit right now if it were allowed. But by the rules we’d agreed to, only a ten-second pin would suffice. But that didn’t mean I’d let him go. I’d hold him as long as I could and weaken him just as he’d done to me!

Finally, Loftgren got wise and braced his feet against the bed frame, using it as leverage to force his torso away from the bed. As my butt began slipping over the edge of the bed, I released his head and wrists. Loftgren fell backwards as my feet touched the floor. His moves were lethargic, as were mine, though at the moment I was probably less sluggish than he.

Despite a momentary positional advantage, I had no interest in pursuing Loftgren to the floor. I sat my butt back onto the edge of the bed. When he finally looked up, I motioned to him with my index finger and hissed, “Come and get me!” Then I did a backwards somersault and landed upright on my knees in the center of the bed. “Wossamatta, Mr. Millionaire… afraid?” I hissed further as I shimmied my breasts alluringly.

I knew he wasn’t afraid. Hell, he seemed to be enjoying himself! My game was to stir him to further battle before he could fully recover. And it worked! Loftgren immediately moved onto the bed, his eyes never leaving my slowly swaying orbs. But his six-pack abs had caught my attention. My focus shifted… all I wanted to do was lock my thighs upon those washboard abs and squeeze… to test my power against theirs.

Before I knew it, our bodies were entangled in battle once more, careening wildly about the bed. Whenever his head was near my breasts, I made certain to smash them against his face. Loftgren seemed to realize my weakness as well, because whenever my head was near his six-pack abs, he pulled my face square against them. The sensation was ‘gripping’, to say the least! My womanhood became moist with lust, while Loftgren’s rigid manhood poked prominently against the top of his black, silk mini-boxers.

We were in a battle of both physicality and lust, an odd thing for sure, considering the sky-high stakes. I didn’t know which of the two factors would decide the outcome. There was no denying our mutual attraction, as well as our wrestling skills. Perhaps mental discipline and determination would also play a part, but who held that advantage??

Finally, I managed to force Loftgren onto his back and set his right arm between my thighs as I lay across him from the side. I’d managed a crossbody pin, but could I hold him long enough?? I tried to maneuver my breasts towards his face as I held him there, but he was too effective at turning away. I decided to go directly for the pin. I managed couple of five-count’s, before he bridged momentarily to restart the count.

My arms reached for his free left arm, knowing that controlling it would be essential in obtaining such a long pinfall. Unfortunately, my timing was poor. Loftgren’s legs were initiating a curl and tuck prior to a ‘kick-out’ maneuver. Instead, he managed to catch my left arm between his thighs. Before I knew it, I was sprawled out with my back held tightly against Loftgren’s chest and abdomen!

My pointy nipples pointed skyward, my breasts somewhat flattened from the strain, as well as the position. Loftgren still lay with his back towards the bed while I lay atop him crosswise with my back towards him. His right arm was still trapped between my thighs, as was my left arm between his thighs. We lay there like that for a few moments, unsure what to do about our mutual pretzel hold. I wasn’t sure who had whom, but at least Loftgren’s shoulders were still held down. I decided to count him out. “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three…”

“Hey,” Loftgren gasped between breaths. “This isn’t a pin hold!”

“One-thousand-four… your shoulders are down… one-thousand-six,” I continued.

But before I could reach nine, with a strength I could hardly believe, Loftgren raised his shoulders from the bed and powered me off of him. I was so startled by it all, that Loftgren managed to use his right arm, previously trapped between my thighs to force me onto my back in a cradle pin. Now it was my turn to hear Loftgren call out “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four,” before I could roll my shoulders up from the surface of the bed.

The battle was a seesaw and I was currently the one at a disadvantage. But I also knew Loftgren would never get me this way. True, his chest held my most valuable assets (breasts) at bay and his arms were locked together, with my head & left leg held tightly between in a cradle pin maneuver. But I knew my thighs to be of sufficient power to break free. I determinedly powered my way free after the next eight-count, gathering my strength during the count.

“One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three,” he counted slowly, no doubt believing me vanquished, “one-thousand-seven, one-thousand-eight…”

I made my move, powering my left leg free and lifting my shoulders from the bed, but only momentarily. My shoulders slipped back against the bed as both of my legs sprawled flat against the bed.

Oddly though, Loftgren’s arm was no longer under my head. Loftgren had been ready for me to use the maneuver!! Before I could take countermeasures, he was sprawled across my body in a bodypress, ‘breast press’ pin. I doubted strongly that Loftgren could hold me for a ten-count in this position, but he was determined to try.

On his first try, I managed to free my legs and kick out momentarily, lifting my right shoulder for a moment. Then Loftgren managed to grapevine my legs while body pressing / breast pressing my body against the bed. His rigid manhood pressed hard against my waist. I tried to rub my naked orbs against Loftgren’s chest to distract him, but it was no use. At the last instant, I managed to power my right shoulder up for a second or two before he pressed it back to the bed.

“Witch!” he cried. “Stay down!!”

I had no reply for him, doing everything within my power to prevent a ten-count. But oddly, I realized my current predicament had made me very, very excited. A male had never put me in such a tight spot before… at least not such a handsome male as this one! My womanhood was wet, wet, wet with arousal!

Loftgren’s frustration was apparent as he tried time and again for the ten-count. But my strength held true. However, unless I could think of something soon, he’d eventually have me. And what would happen then?? Orgasm?? Could I keep from ripping the rest of our clothes off and forcing him to take me?? How could I be having such thoughts??

Suddenly, Loftgren changed tactics. His chest slid forwards over my face until his six-pack abs were staring directly at me from a few inches away. His rigid manhood rested between my orbs and his legs were spread wide for stability. I couldn’t roll him off me! And, all of his weight was focused in his waist upon my 36C orbs, which were now squashed completely flat.

I tried to wriggle my breasts against his manhood, but I could barely move. His hands held my arms down at the elbows. My hands, arms and shoulders were held fast against the bed!! And worst of all, Loftgren’s fabulous, hard-as-a-rock, six-pack abs were rippling mere inches above my eyes and lips!!

I was in ecstasy, barely stifling my orgasmic seizure from Loftgren’s notice. I couldn’t let him know! But as the count reached six, my tongue reflexively, involuntarily, parted my lips and I began suckling his beautifully, ribbed abdomen.

Loftgren gasped noticeably, but held fast. If I’d realized the effect the suckling would have, perhaps I could have thrown him off. But I wasn’t too sure I’d have mustered the effort…

It was unbelievable! As the count reached ten, I realized that I had actually enjoyed losing to this man!! It had been so long since I’d had this sort of experience with a male! It was all I could do not to start kissing him wildly and ripping off his fancy underpants!!

Somehow, I managed to control myself and smiled pleasantly up at his beaming face. “Congratulations Loftgren, you have bested me in a fair contest,” I told him as evenly as I could manage.

“I have… haven’t I?” he managed to say, clearly surprised by the outcome.

“You have won and I have lost,” I continued. “You are free and I am not. The cell phone is in my slacks. You may call the police whenever you wish,” I said softly, putting myself completely at his mercy.

“Uh, yeah…” he replied, obviously stunned.

Nevertheless, Loftgren managed to lift himself up and roll off me to the side. We just lay there for a few minutes, gathering our breath and regaining our strength. It had been a major battle… and a terribly exciting one, especially for me. I propped myself up on one arm and looked across at Loftgren. He looked incredibly sexy laying there, a slight smile on his lips, exhausted from having bested me. My gaze drifted to his crotch… just a few small wet spots, no orgasm. I was disappointed he hadn’t experienced what I had. The overwhelming urge to copulate faded from my mind.

After a moment, he likewise propped himself up. We starred at each other for a long moment before he spoke.

“You know,” he began. “There are alternatives to going to jail…”

“Alternatives?” I asked. “What kind of alternatives?”

“Wrestle with me again a month from now and I’ll call your debt settled,” he offered.

“Of course… I’ll do it,” I purred.

“You won’t run off, or whatever?” he asked.

“Not a chance. I want that rematch as much as you. I’ll be waiting… ready to take you down,” I chuckled excitedly.

“Or not take me down,” he countered. “But that’s all I ask… a rematch. Once I have your cell number, you’re free to go.”

I slipped on my clothes, gathered my purse and wrote down my cell phone number for him. I handed Loftgren the slip of paper. “Call me at this number when you’re ready to be defeated,” I taunted.

“What makes you think you’ll be successful next time?” he asked.

“Call it female intuition,” I replied as I strode through the bedroom door to leave. But before the door shut, I poked my head back inside to say, “Do you think we might continue these battles beyond the next one?”

Loftgren grinned widely, replying simply, “Of course…”

Epilogue

I waited for Lyle in the front lounge area of MFC, gathering a few bottles of chilled spring water. I sat down in the plush chair in the corner and set the bottles on the end table. I was afraid to sit in the loveseat. I was badly conflicted tonight, from a sexual point of view. If he sat next to me on the loveseat, I wasn’t sure what might happen. I’d barely made it out of the bedroom without jumping/humping him.

It had been the same way after the ‘I Dream of Jinni” match… I’d barely made it out of there, too. At several points, I’d barely managed to avoid kissing Lyle square on the lips, one of my biggest taboos with males! I had sooooo wanted to stay the night with Lyle in that Arabian fantasy suite, making love through the night. But somehow, I’d managed to leave and avoid having sex with my male client. But had I made the right choice??

A few moments later, Lyle joined me in the lounge. I motioned for him to sit in the loveseat nearby. It was only 11pm, plenty of time for a chat.

The expression on his face said it all. “Mindy, I’ve finally won a match against you! My first win - I can hardly believe it!”

“I hope you don’t mind,” I began. “I thought you preferred losing.”

“I’m afraid I may have led you astray on that account,” he replied sheepishly. “Actually, I don’t care who wins, as long my opponent and I are reasonably well matched and the contest is a good one. I told you otherwise to guarantee that you would try your hardest.”

“Well don’t count on winning ever again. Now that I know your game, I’ll be ready for you!” I teased. “No more ‘Ms. Nice Girl’ for you!” I teased.

“Absolutely,” he replied. “I want honest, strenuous contests between us… fantasy-style, of course.”

“Of course,” I grinned. “By the way, I was really impressed tonight the way you scooped me up in the air so easily! You really had me in trouble. I could barely fight back for a time after that.”

“You call putting that that incredible head scissors ‘barely’,” he replied incredulously. “I was completely helpless kneeling on the floor while you sat on the edge of the bed working me over with your powerful thighs. I’d have ‘given’ right there if we were fighting submission style. It was amazing luck that I worked my way free.”

“That wasn’t luck, Lyle,” I replied. “You’re a terrific wrestler. I’d surely have ‘given’ lying helpless over your shoulder, practically breathless. If you hadn’t tossed me onto the bed, I don’t know what I’d have done. By the way, another ten or fifteen seconds of that and I’d been no problem for you to finish off.”

“Well, I didn’t have another ten or fifteen seconds. I couldn’t keep up the hold any longer and had to let you go.”

“Too bad for you, but it all worked out for you anyway, didn’t it?” I replied.

“Yeah, but it was a one-fall match… and by pinfall,” he offered. “When I can hold my own against you in a three-fall submissions match, then I’ll call it a real victory.”

 “You won fair and square tonight,” I countered. “Don’t take anything away from your accomplishment.”

“Say, I wanted to compliment you on your thespian skills at the Compden Club. It was just how I’d imagined it. You worked the scenario perfectly,” he complimented.

“Thanks, I aim to please,” I replied. “But you’re quite a thespian yourself. You had me believing you were really a millionaire, playboy geek… not an easy part!”

“Your lead was easy to follow. But I was really nervous hanging around inside the club while you went outside to make your preparations. It felt like everyone’s eyes were on me, so I just wandered around for a few minutes and avoided making eye contact. And, it seemed so real having you force me into the driver’s seat while you got in the back with your toy gun.”

“Yeah. I was nervous about that part. What if someone had seen us and thought it was real??” I asked, before adding quickly. “But that’s what made it sooooo exciting, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but there were quite a few exciting parts, like when you forced me out of the car & through the back door of MFC, before tying me to the bed,” he smiled wolfishly.

“Um hmm. I liked that, too. But it’s a good thing for you that I left the knots loose. Believe me, if I’d wanted you tied up, you’d have stayed tied up.”

“I suppose, so. Still, it was fun breaking loose and jumping you,” he offered.

“Yep,” I agreed heartily. “But I had no idea how long to wait, so I peaked through the door to make sure before I went in all the way.”

“It worked well, though. I couldn’t tell at all,” he said.

I enjoyed these contests with Lyle so much that I decided an adjustment was in order. “Say, Lyle. I was thinking…”

“Yes…” he replied

“You know, Lyle,” I offered. “You’re one of my best customers… definitely my best male customer. I love how you are so incredibly creative in your fantasies, plus we’re a good match-up physically. Our contests are always close and well fought. You’re safe to be with, so I can let my hair down and just wrestle with you freely, without worry. That’s worth a lot to me. Tell me, how would you like a 50% discount?” I asked.

Lyle smiled widely. “I can’t let you do that. Make it 20%,” he chuckled. “I’m having a good time, too, you know.”

I couldn’t believe it. Lyle was negotiating for a lesser discount. “35%, and it’s my final offer,” I proclaimed.

“Okay, okay,” he replied. “I really appreciate it. Now I can afford to hire you more often.”

“That was my goal,” I smiled. But I wasn’t so sure this course was such a wise one. At what point would I finally ‘cross the line’ with Lyle. When would all the barriers be broken down and we finally… you know…

Clearly, Lyle had no idea what was going on inside my head when he interrupted. “By the way, this being my first time at MFC, I can’t tell you how impressed I am. I took a good look around before coming up front to join you. It’s all fantastic! We’ll have to try it here again, maybe next time even. By the way, what’s the purpose of those eyebolts in the ceiling above the bed?”

“Wrestling accessories…” I offered, smiling devilishly, “ropes… rings… trapeze… you know…”

Lyle grinned, obviously thinking something over before replying. “Hmm, that might work for… Say Mindy, do you like motorcycles?”

I realized I had no idea what was going on inside his head, either. Although, I was pretty sure it had something to do with some new, deliciously fun, fantasy battle…

The End