Chapter 1

            It was Friday evening. The wine had been poured and snacks were on platters. The meeting of the Fantasy Fiction Writing Club was now in session. Selena, Joanna, and Beverly were sitting at the kitchen table in Selena’s one bedroom apartment.

            “Okay, ladies, who wants to go first?” Joanna asked. She worked as a maid at the Hudson Estate outside of New York City. She lived in the servant’s quarters on the estate. However, leaving the estate was the only time Joanna could wear jeans and a T-shirt and let her blonde hair down.

            “Selena. She always goes first,” Beverly answered. Beverly was a struggling freelance writer and temp worker for a temporary agency. Her brown hair came to her earlobe. It was a miracle she had tonight off. “Besides, her sultry stories always break the ice.

            “You are always putting me on the spot,” Selena said with twisted lips.

            “Yeah. It’s fun,” Beverly said with a smirk and raised her wine glass.

            Selena ran her hands through her long dark hair. Then she opened her laptop. She cleared her throat to recite her short hot fiction. “The fire of the Jamaican heat had subsided as night had fallen. Taking advantage of the shade of night, I hit the beach, walking the shore line in my bare feet. Someone was walking toward me as the water lapped at my feet. A man. The moonlight illuminated his attire. He wore an open white dress shirt and blue trunks. The closer we got to each other the clearer his face was. It was Christopher.  His face was damp and his brown hair was wet like he had just gotten out of the ocean. Our eyes meet. Before I could ask what he was doing there, he grabbed my hair and yanked, making my chin turn upward. Christopher took my mouth, stealing my breath.”

            “Mmm hmm,” Joanna urged with anticipation and sipped her drink.

            “He wrapped his arms around me and slams my body on the sand. His weight crushes me as he tugged at my shorts. No, Christopher. Someone will see. Someone will come.” Selena stopped and swallowed. “Someone will come, he said huskily. And it’s going to be you.”

“Woo,” Beverly chirped and started fanning herself.

            Selena continued on, becoming more breathless as she read her fantasy fiction for the week. When she was done, Beverly and Joanna snapped their fingers as applause.

            “Not bad,” Beverly complimented.

            Selena has had a crush on her boss for almost the entire three years she has worked for him. His brash demeanor exuded a sexiness, a command of control that made many women quiver. She always wrote about hot sex with him. But, she wasn’t alone.

            Joanna had a crush on Christopher’s middle brother, Trevor. Her fantasy fiction was more on the romantic side; flowers, soft beds, soft ambience.

            Beverly hated the youngest Hudson brother, but she wanted to fuck him for some reason. She wrote angry sex scenes concerning him; lots of scratching, biting, hair pulling, and insults. Other times she wrote scathing sex scenes with other random guys.

            Joanna and Beverly read their fantasy fiction for the week as they drank.

            “We finished the bottle already?” Joanna asked with a pout.

            “Don’t worry. I have another one in the fridge,” Selena said and stood.

            “I got an idea,” Beverly began. “Let’s do a collaboration.”

            Selena took full bottle of red wine out of the fridge. “In context of?” She grabbed the cork screw off the counter.

            “A threesome,” Beverly answered.

            “What!” Joanna shrieked.

            “Not for real,” Beverly slurred smugly. “All three of us write about a threesome involving our three favorite heroes.”

            “Hmm,” Selena thought out loud.

            “I . . . I don’t know,” Joanna stuttered.

            “Oh hell, Jo, it’s not for real,” Beverly slurred. “For fun. Like we always do.”

            “I know, but . . . I never wrote . . . that way,” Joanna stammered.

            “That’s why we all need to do it together,” Beverly reasoned.

            “What the hell? I like it. And we got all night and another bottle of booze if we go through this one,” Selena said and shrugged.

            Joanna exhaled. “Okay, just don’t make fun of me if I come up with something that’s not so . . . kinky.”

            “Don’t worry we will,” Beverly joked.

            Joanna rolled her blue eyes as Selena smirked.