Chapter 2 - her life now

By the time she was 24 Olivia had taken many steps to get what she wanted. If the people who truly knew her found out about her double life she was sure they would be more than a little surprised and in some cases down right horrified by it. During the day Olivia worked as a legal aide in an upscale office. She spent all day in her buttoned to the neck silk shirts and conservative skirts. Her hair tied tightly back low slung heals catering to executive types that inspired her choice of wardrobe. She learned quickly in the first few years after leaving school she may have been toward the top of the dean's list with her grades, but that wasn't what her new bosses noticed. She might well have been the stupidest girl on the planet for all the good it did they were interested in checking out her cleavage and the curve of her tiny ass they never cared what she had to say and she felt eyes undressing her. It wasn't enough for them to try and undress her with their eyes they also wanted to see and feel for themselves what they imagined. She even allowed it once or twice understanding that it was the nature of the game. Yet the few times it had happened she quickly earned the reputation as being some sort of ice queen some sort of fringed bitch because those flat bellied pretty boys failed to turn her on. It was also whispered about that maybe she was just a lesbian. They soon stopped even trying when she adapted her ultra conservative style and proved she did indeed have a brain inside that pretty little head. They simply never understood her desires and if they knew they definitely would not understand why she had them. She knew they would believe she was nothing but a complete freak.

In the night after offices closed and she was free to be who she really wanted to be pure fantasy was what she became. She was a very specialized escort. She was paid a good deal of money to play the role but the truth is she would have done it for free. She always felt the rush of pleasure pool through her veins during her sessions. Sometimes even one a night was not enough for her. It wasn't about sex exactly although if she decided to allow it... it had certainly gone that far enough times, but, always on her terms after all they may be paying her a good sum to play the game, but, because she was the one in charge she made the rules.

Fantasia quickly built up a client list by hushed word of mouth in the right circles. She could play her games every night if she wished and there were weeks when she allowed herself to bath in the pure glut of her needs. Of course the men enjoyed every moment, but, it truly wasn't about them at all in her mind she just wanted to be free to indulge in making them all grow before her eyes. It wasn't their male members that she really cared about getting bigger but instead the area above. She was still aroused by watching a big guy get even bigger! Her slim beautiful body, long fire red locks and porcelain skin had finally gotten her all the chances she wanted to live out her fantasies. And tonight was just the first of the week