Club Fantasy by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd Page A

“I’ve got another tax bill due next month and I’m kind of strapped.”
    Jenna thought about her dwindling savings, but she’d still do whatever she could to help. “I could let you have a little more rent money if you’re having problems.” She looked around the kitchen, spotted her purse on the counter and reached for it. “I’ve got extra cash too. You don’t have to go into the porno-movie business.”
    Chloe held out her hand. “I don’t want a quick twenty, Jenna, but thanks for the offer. I just thought this might be a way for both of us to earn a little extra cash and have some fun doing it.”
    â€œI don’t think so. Why don’t you do it?”
    â€œTake the pictures? Not me. I’m not good with a movie camera. I’ve tried and I pan too fast and things are never in the center of the picture. This guy specifically asked for the person who made our movie. You enjoyed making it, didn’t you?”
    Jenna remembered her excitement after the film was finished and the fantasies that had raced through her mind every evening since. “I guess.”
    â€œSo what’s the harm? Someone wants a movie and you can provide the means. It’s not rocket science and it fulfills someone’s fantasy.”
    Jenna considered, weakening. What was the harm, after all? She had to admit that she had really enjoyed making Chloe and Frank’s movie. There was the money too, of course. “I’m busy tomorrow, you know.”
    â€œHe can do it later in the week.”
    Jenna slowly shook her head. It sounded so simple, but was she beginning a slide down a slippery slope? To where? “Give me a day to think about it. And I don’t want any of the money.”
    â€œDon’t be silly. I couldn’t take all of it. You’re doing all the work.”
    â€œOf course you could. Put it all toward the taxes. After all I don’t want to have to find someplace else to live.”
    â€œBut you already pay enough rent.”
    â€œThink of it as a charitable foundation. The Society for the Fulfillment of Fantasies and Payment of Taxes. Agreed?” Jenna reached out to shake Chloe’s hand.
    Chloe burst out laughing. “I love it.” She took Jenna’s hand and gave it an exaggerated shake. “Okay. We’ll keep a kitty toward the taxes. It sounds like you’re agreeing to do it.”
    â€œLet me think about it until tomorrow.” She’d consider, but in her heart Jenna knew her decision had already been made.
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    As the city suffered through the dog days of August, Jenna thought about the months since she had arrived in Manhattan and the ways her life had changed so dramatically. She was working a few days a week, moving from a large multinational corporation to a small law firm, from an advertising agency to a midsized publisher. She had contacts all over the city and had had dates with more than a half-dozen different, exciting and sensual men. She still saw Toby every few weeks for dinner and sex, which seemed sufficient for both of them and their busy schedules.
    Two or three evenings a week she made videos for the dozens of cash-rich men and women who’d found out in one way or another about her little enterprise.
    Couples had played out several different scenarios. One had arrived in wedding clothes to play out their wedding night. Another had shown up dressed as Robin Hood and Maid Marian. It had been enjoyable and arousing to make films, and she handed the couples the product immediately so there was no possibility of duplication, a worry for many.
    In addition to her videography skills, Jenna became adept at both being invisible and helping the couples get over any initial nervousness. She reassured, complimented, and was generally supportive of whatever scene the couple had chosen.
    Her only regret was that she hadn’t told her sister about her enterprise, even when Marcy