Models: Eden Ivy & Lady Dee
Fumbling one-handed with his envelope, Danny chuckled as Ethan gestured for him to speed up with a frantic wave of his hands. ‘Come on dude, get a move on. I’ve only got three hours to get ready before the club opens! I need every second I can get.’
‘I don’t see you trying to help,’ Danny laughed. ‘If you’re that desperate then maybe instead of standing there looking pretty you could try and get your own keycard.’
With a twitch of his head Ethan banished a stray lock of midnight hair from his brow before putting on an exaggerated pout. ‘But I’m so good at it,’ he protested.
Biting back a scoff, Danny simply smirked as he set down the overnight bag he was carrying to better handle the envelope. He knew full well that Ethan’s idea of getting ready wasn’t quite the same as his. For the next few hours Danny would be the sole audience member for a fashion show in which his friend would mix and match an endless stream of clothes until he finally settled on whichever combination made him look the most fuckable. After that it would be on to the accessories. Rings and bracelets and chokers and piercing charms and a whole bunch more Danny didn’t even know the name of, all followed by at least half an hour styling and restyling his hair in the pursuit of perfection. Simply put, Ethan was as vain as vain could be, and when sharing a room with him there was no escape from that vanity.
But Danny was used to all that by now. Ever since they met at university Ethan’s one goal in life was to accrue enough notches on his bedpost that it was reduced to a pile of wood shavings, and Danny had no doubt he would add at least one more notch tonight. On anybody else his narcissistic sluttiness would have been infuriating, yet somehow Ethan was all the more likable for it. If anything, Danny wished some of that confidence would rub off on him, although even after years of friendship he was no closer to achieving Ethan’s level of nymphomania than when he’d started.
Still, maybe tonight’s the night, he thought. After all, Club Fantasy’s patrons were a notoriously naughty bunch, so even if Ethan hooked up with half the sluts and studs in the joint there would surely be enough girls left for Danny to put his charms to the test. He wasn’t after anything serious – just the chance to see if the club lived up to the hype.
Finally freeing his keycard Danny swiped it over the lock. The instant the light blinked green Ethan threw himself at the door. One loud thump later he stumbled away, rubbing his shoulder ruefully.
‘Dude, it’s a pull,’ Danny laughed before swinging the door open and heading inside.
Neither man was sure what they’d expected of Club Fantasy’s accommodation. But the room they found themselves in certainly wasn’t it.
The walls were wood-panelled, the timber pale. The laminate floor was even lighter, though it was barely visible beneath a huge light brown rug that dominated most of the room. Despite the fact they were several floors from the top the roof was angled as if they were in a loft conversion and bright summery sunlight shafted in through two skylights. As if the natural illumination wasn’t enough several lamps cast their warm glow through the room, a glow which fell on chic décor and minimalistic furniture. The large double bed was set slightly to the side, beige base sporting a thin quilt and simple cushions in various shades of brown, while off to the right a huge mirror overlooked a white banister, which marked the crest of a staircase that spiralled down out of view. All in all the space looked like it would be more at home in a particularly elegant resort, not a club of vice and sin. There was even the faint sound of waves on the shore filtering in through the open windows.
Danny was the first to react. ‘What the fuck?’
Ethan, however, was smitten. ‘This place is gorgeous,’ he swooned, forgetting his bags entirely and springing onto the bed. The springs hadn’t even settled when he noticed the vanity stood against the wall next to the door and he was instantly on his feet again. ‘And well-equipped too,’ he added as he rifled through the drawers of makeup and brushes.
‘Sure, but it’s a bit out of character, don’t you think?’ Danny said. The door closed behind him as he stepped inside, leaving their bags out in the corridor.
Ethan shrugged. ‘Maybe, but Phoenix did say the club’s rooms didn’t have a set theme, remember?’
‘Yeah. I guess I just wasn’t expecting seaside loft conversion on the list,’ Danny said, setting his phone on the bedside table.
‘Well if you’re going to spend the night whining to Phoenix about our room’s interior design, I guess I’ll just have to make the most of this bed myself, won’t I?’ Ethan’s grin was a thing of pure mischief that Danny couldn’t help but chuckle at.
Before Danny could reply Ethan’s face lit up. ‘Oh damn, check these out!’
Springing back over to the bed, he flopped down amongst the cushions as he admired the sheaf of clear plastic sheets in his hand. ‘They’re temporary tattoos,’ he said, holding them up to show Danny. ‘Oh, I’m definitely using some of these tonight.’
‘Ah, I see, so you mean you’re going to pretend you’re cool,’ Danny smirked as he turned back towards the door with the intention of collecting their bags.
Ethan’s shriek of fear cut sharp through Danny’s chest. Spinning around he found his friend scrambling back up the bed beating frantically at his left arm. And it wasn’t hard to see why.
The tattoos were alive. Before Danny’s eyes the false ink darted from the plastic sheets onto Ethan’s flesh where they rapidly blossomed, spreading and mutating into all new designs that immediately sank into his skin. Already his forearm was decorated in half a dozen different designs – triangles on each finger, a pair of elegant four-pointed stars on the back of his hand, a length of thorns advancing from wrist to elbow – and the corruptive touch was expanding with every passing second.
But it was Ethan’s reaction that truly scared Danny. What had started out as terrified screeches were already softening to low gasps, followed by sensual moans. Rather than panic, Ethan closed his eyes with a smile and sank back amongst the cushions, apparently content to let the tattoos infect him completely.
‘Yes,’ he sighed happily, a blissful expression on his face.
Danny reacted on instinct. Leaping forward he snatched the sheets from Ethan’s outstretched hand. To his surprise Ethan initially came with them: unwilling to let them go he tightened his grip, forcing Danny to pull him onto his front. The extra few seconds of skin contact allowed a final few tattoos to make the transfer, but then Danny succeeded in yanking the sheets away.
Unfortunately for him, the remaining tattoos simply turned on him instead. There weren’t many left by now, but those that were immediately seeped into his pores. Wherever they touched a strange energy followed, warm and intoxicating as a lover’s caress, and as Danny staggered back against the staircase banister he could feel that energy sinking down into his soul. The deeper it went, the less his panic seemed to matter, and the more he understood Ethan’s strange contentment.
By the time the sheets slipped from his fingers they were completely empty.
Back on the bed, Ethan was in heaven. The fear that had gripped him just seconds earlier had been entirely washed away and in its place was an overwhelming sense of erotic satisfaction.
Sprawled out on his front, Ethan basked in the pleasure as his lean figure warped into something new. Where once he was all sharp lines and bony angles, now his figure was composed of smooth, supple curves, the flawless skin providing a stark contrast to the copious tattoos adorning his new physique. The steady swelling of his new tits drew a sigh from lips that were filling out into a seductively kissable pout, while higher up his dark hair was growing both longer and lighter. Soon enough his midnight mop was usurped by gentle ginger-brown waves pulled tight across his scalp into a ponytail that trailed across his back.
Ethan’s groans spiralled into a delirious giggle when his cock shrank away. The burst of arousal that swept through his loins left him squirming, but it was only when fresh waves of lust signalled the formation of his pussy that his eyes rolled up and he slumped forwards into the sheets, drunk on pleasure. It took almost a minute for the waves to subside, but once they did Ethan immediately began rubbing his crotch against the bed in an effort to revive them.
By now there wasn’t much left of the old Ethan at all. Even his clothes were reforming into something new. His overly baggy jeans had already been more rip than denim, but now they dissolved away completely while the underwear beneath restitched itself into a thong of sheer white lace. Higher up, his oversized t-shirt was reduced to a lace-fringed bra top sprinkled with a pattern of little pink daisies.
As for the corruptive tattoos, they adorned him almost head to toe in a riot of stark designs. A gemstone in a cage of thorns crowning his hip; a pair of silhouettes dancing on his outer thigh while an Eastern dragon wound up the inner; figures and faces and erratic lines like fractures or lightning bolts. And down the centre of his torso from chin to crotch a dividing line was flanked on the left by a large, swooping design. Despite the abundant ink, it seemed that the tattoos had mostly claimed the nearest patch of skin they could, for they were almost exclusively limited to the left side of his body – the same side he’d been holding the sheets in. Aside from a few small pieces on his thigh and a single line of text crowning his crotch, Ethan’s right side was completely devoid of ink, giving him the appearance of a good girl and a gothic slut all rolled into one.
But the new woman wasn’t alone in her transformation, and no sooner had her own body settled than she found herself fascinated by the other figure in the room. With her feet swaying carelessly above her she coiled her freshly manicured fingers over the edge of the bed. From there she watched as Danny moaned his last breaths.
Thanks to the tattoos he was already close to unrecognisable. Long raven hair flowed over tanned shoulders; plump tits and wide hips contributed to enticing curves; full lips, sharp brows and rosy cheeks warped into a mask of pleasure. Even so, dwindling echoes of Danny’s former body still clung on, from the birthmark on his back to the scar on his right forearm left by a childhood bicycling accident. Eventually though these too were gently washed away, like seaside footprints succumbing to the tide.
Nonetheless, the sensuous woman Danny had become continued to groan. While Ethan had been subjected to the full corruptive force of almost every tattoo on the sheets, Danny had only received a handful. As such, his transformation was a slower affair, and all he could do as their magic gradually rewrote his soul was slump against the banister and caress his erotic new physique.
It took another several minutes before Danny’s pleasure finally began to ebb. Like Ethan, his tattoos had settled in varied locations on the side he had been holding the sheets – in Danny’s case, his right – but they were far fewer in number: a line of Hanzi script down his spine, a crucifix on his wrist, a love heart crowning his hip, a gemstone just above his new pussy, and an elegant design of birds on the breeze decorating the top of his foot. All were clearly visible thanks to the white cotton crop top and skimpy white panties he now wore, the ensemble complemented by a simple necklace with a ring pendant and a silver wristlet.
His legs were weak as he pushed himself off from the banister and stumbled towards the bed. But his mind was even more fragile. So fragile in fact that the simple act of collapsing onto the bedsheets shattered the final remnants of his consciousness completely.
Giving a weary sigh, Dee basked in the warm rays of mid-afternoon sunshine shafting through the window above. The light reflected off the case of her phone on the bedside table. When she picked it up, however, a gentle touch on her arm distracted her before she could turn on the screen.
‘You look tense,’ Eden purred, her voice low and seductive. ‘Maybe I can help with that.’
‘Is that so?’ Dee replied, raising a brow slightly as she peered at her friend out of her peripheral vision. ‘And when did you become an expert masseuse?’
‘Oh, I’ve had my fair share of practice.’ Eden’s hand slid further up Dee’s arm as she leaned in closer. Dee could feel the warmth of her nubile body flowering across her back. ‘Then again, I think I know a much better way to help you relax.’
A smile played on Dee’s lips as she put her phone back down. ‘I was wondering how long it’d take you to try something. Still, even for you this has to be a record. We’ve barely been here an hour and you’re already trying to get laid.’
‘I’m just cutting to the chase,’ Eden shrugged. ‘We both know you want it too.’ When Dee raised an eyebrow sceptically Eden scoffed. ‘Oh please, don’t try to deny it. We haven’t seen each other in years and the moment we arrive you start walking around in your underwear and taking every opportunity to give me a prime view of your ass.’ She ran a finger down Dee’s spine. ‘By any chance does this tattoo say ‘Fuck me now’? Because it might as well do.’
For the first time a pang of nerves wriggled in the pit of Dee’s stomach; for all that she’d imagined this moment many times over, actually being here was altogether more daunting.
Rolling onto her back she made a point of looking at the ceiling rather than Eden. ‘Okay. So, say I was interested in letting you… help me relax. How would you do that, exactly?’
Nestled against Dee’s side, Eden’s smile was audible in the tone of her low, sultry voice. ‘I’m sorry, Dee, but I’ve never been very good at describing things. What do you say I show you, instead? After all, actions speak louder than words.’
Focusing intently on the light fitting above them, Dee nodded just once. ‘Okay,’ she whispered.
The next sound to escape her lips was a long, low sigh.
The moment Dee had landed on the bed, Eden’s psyche had blinked into existence, memories of the history she and Dee shared blotting out the images of Danny’s transformation. Now, slipping a hand into her friend’s panties, Eden watched as the nerves melted from her pretty face. Her eyes closed, Dee looped an arm around Eden’s shoulders and held her close. The other hand descended to her crotch, though she made no effort to stop Eden’s tattooed fingers from circling the soft nub of her clit.
‘There we go, doesn’t that feel better,’ Eden said, her voice as soft as the summery breeze outside. Easing her hand a fraction lower she probed the folds of Dee’s pussy with her fingertips. ‘Just relax, beautiful. You’ve waited long enough.’
Eden smiled as she watched a decade of longing play over her friend’s features.
Back when they first met in university they’d both been wild and experimental, traits which had led them to hook up on more than one occasion, albeit on a no-strings-attached basis. But as with so many friendships, over the years life had drawn them apart. After her studies Dee threw herself into her career, dedicating all her energy into forging a name for herself and developing a reputation that even her most experienced peers were forced to respect. With her attention distracted she’d never had much time for relationships or hookups, though if she was honest she preferred things that way. As driven and determined as she was in the workplace, when it came to intimacy the years had gradually eroded her self-confidence, so she was content not to disturb that particular weakness.
In contrast, Eden had taken a very different path. While she rarely managed to hold down a job for more than a few months, her sexual adventures had explored every corner of the map before marching beyond the edge and into the unknown. She had embodied just about every erotic role imaginable, from sensual sapphic submissive to ruthless pegging-obsessed dominatrix, and the list of lovers she had on speed dial was more extensive than a small encyclopaedia.
Despite their differences, Eden and Dee had never lost touch. Even so, Eden was undeniably surprised when Dee had messaged a few months back to suggest booking a girly weekend away.
That surprise had turned to intrigue as the trip had approached. And now they were here, all Eden’s suspicions were confirmed.
‘You know, for a woman who can close a deal with the toughest CEOs in the business, you really are shockingly easy to read.’
Opening her eyes, Dee peered over at her friend. Pleasure and bashfulness played over her face in equal measure. ‘How long have you known?’
Eden smiled. ‘Since you first suggested this. I mean, if you wanted a girly catchup, you’d have booked a spa or something. Instead you pay for first class tickets to a fancy resort on a gorgeous tropical island. Not to mention the fact every single message in the months since has been flirty as fuck.’
Dee blushed. ‘I… I didn’t realise.’
‘I know. And it’s adorable.’ The tattooed slut still hadn’t sunk her fingers in all the way, but a wriggle of her fingertips earned a soft groan from her friend nonetheless. ‘The only thing I don’t understand is why? You know me – I could’ve fucked you every night since university and never tired of it. So what’s changed?’
‘Does there need to be a reason?’
‘No. But there is a reason. And you know I’ll find out what it is.’ A frown of denial knitted Dee’s brows together when Eden removed her fingers from her underwear before licking them clean of her pussy nectar. Then she was shifting down the bed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘After all, nobody knows how to play with your body better than me.’
With her torso slung low between Dee’s thighs and her ass thrust high for her friend to ogle, Eden played on Dee’s desires as easily as ever. It was as if they were back in their dorm tangled up in lustful embrace with only their hunger for one another to drive them. Dee had almost forgotten those nights, but as Eden eased her underwear aside and began to lap at her sex all the memories came rushing back and she couldn’t understand how she’d ever given this up.
‘Oh fuck,’ she sighed, spreading her legs wider. ‘Mmmh, you haven’t lost your touch.’
‘You know what they say: practice makes perfect. And I’ve had years of it since we last met.’ As if to dispel any doubt, Eden eased her free hand beneath Dee’s hips and pressed the knuckle against her ass. Rather than push inside, she teased the hole as she cast Dee a mischievous wink. ‘What? Did you really think I’d forgotten how to push your buttons?’
All at once a rush of hunger seemed to overcome Eden. Breaking Dee’s gaze, she turned her attention completely to her friend’s loins. ‘Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy,’ she hissed, pushing down harder on Dee’s thigh to pin it in position. And with that she allowed the ravenous slut within to take control.
Dee writhed and whimpered as Eden feasted on her sex. The pleasure came in disorienting waves, robbing her breath and raising her pulse until it thumped in her ears. The gap between her brows narrowed to a sliver and her mouth fell open as she basked in the ecstasy of being eaten out by a cunnilingus virtuoso.
Yet Eden wasn’t the only one succumbing to her carnal instincts. Before long Dee was grinding against Eden’s face, eager to fuel her nymphomania. Without thinking what she was doing she slid sliding her fingers through Eden’s hair and pulled her in harder. It was the kind of thing Dee hadn’t dreamed of doing in years, but with Eden it felt as natural as breathing.
‘This. This is why I wanted you,’ Dee confessed. ‘I… I missed how confident I felt when I was with you. Being yours… it made me feel free. But I realised that too late. I thought I could ignore it, but I couldn’t. Nobody makes me feel like you do and I… I wanted to feel this way again.’
Though Dee had always hoped their ‘girly weekend’ would spiral into depravity, voicing her reasons out loud injected an unexpected energy through her. Because Eden’s presence really was reviving that old confidence – and Dee knew exactly how to make use of it.
When Dee pounced, Eden had very little chance to process what was happening. One second she was feeding hungrily on her friend’s saturated sex, the next Dee had taken her by the cheeks and dragged her into a passionate kiss. The dancing of their tongues added to the mental haze of pussy worship to leave Eden reeling, so she barely noticed Dee lay her down amongst the cushions. A heartbeat later Dee broke their kiss as quickly as she’d started it, disorienting Eden even further.
But the wet heat of Dee’s divine tongue sinking between Eden’s folds cut through her daze so keenly it left her gasping for breath. Immediately peeling up her frilly top to rub her tits, Eden shuddered as white-hot pleasure rippled through her.
‘You know what? I’ve missed this pussy too,’ Dee purred. ‘I used to be addicted to it, way back when. I can’t believe I ever gave it up.’ After that Dee said nothing, for she was too busy getting her long overdue fix.
Closing her eyes Eden savoured every physical sensation. The tickle of Dee’s hair on her thigh, the sensual bite of her nails pressing into her hip, the wonderful heat of their kissing skin. Soon enough she found herself sagging back and groaning as her former lover reminded Eden why they had once made such a good pair.
Although she had spent the years since university indulging her slutty streak, Eden couldn’t deny she had missed Dee in her own twisted way. Their bond was never genuinely romantic, yet everything they did together was nonetheless underpinned by a connection that went deeper than mere friendship, and as their lives branched apart Eden had found she missed that. All her lovers since were just as deviant as she was, yet that deviance was worn loud and proud; Dee, on the other hand, kept her wicked side hidden deep down. Only those she truly trusted ever got a glimpse of Dee’s naughty side, and that was a kind of vulnerability Eden had never shared with any lover before or since.
Plus there was the added bonus that when Dee’s inner slut did rise to the surface, she and Eden inevitably descended into a cycle of sin. And though it had sat still and silent for far too long, that cycle was finally beginning to turn again.
Eden’s system was swamped with pleasure when Dee shifted up to manhandle her into a new position. The raven-haired beauty had removed her simple white crop top so her soft tits pressed against Eden’s tattooed flesh. With Eden now on her front, Dee sank two fingers deep into her exposed pussy and began to pump.
‘Is this what you’ve missed, gorgeous?’ she hissed, smirking as Eden’s hand descended to play with her clit. ‘You might have figured me out straight away, but don’t try to pretend you haven’t wanted this too. How many nights have you dreamed of these fingers in your pussy? Of my skin on yours and my body at your fingertips? Face it, baby, you’ve missed me just as much as I’ve missed you.’
Eyes closed and her brow furrowed with pleasure, Eden nodded. ‘Yes. Fuck yes, I’ve missed all of this. Nobody turns me on the way you do. You’re the high I can’t quit.’
Dee’s voice was low and dangerous. ‘Then don’t. We both know you’re already a junkie for sex. So let me be your drug.’
Dee grinned as Eden let out a whimper before nodding and rolling her hips against Dee’s fingers.
If she was honest, Dee was surprised by how easily everything was coming back to her. She had worried their prolonged separation would have eroded her ability to push Eden’s buttons. On the contrary, exploiting her lover’s arousal was as easy as ever; the sapphic skills of Dee’s university days had simply been dormant and Eden’s presence alone was enough to revive them.
Yet there was one thing Dee had completely forgotten: how fun it was being in control. Because although she was always happy to satisfy Eden’s needs, Dee’s urges were as variable as her friend’s. They had discovered early on that these variations were perfectly in sync, meaning that any time one of them craved submission the other would be compelled to take charge. It was as if their desires were always in perpetual balance: as one became more wicked, the other was flooded with innocence, and around and around in an endless revolution of role-reversing depravity.
And now, with Eden at her mercy, Dee was eager to exploit this long absent authority.
‘You know, this isn’t the Eden I remember,’ she said, injecting a deliberate note of disappointment into her voice. ‘Since when could a little pussy licking and a couple of fingers reduce you to a whining mess? Once upon a time the more I turned you on the more ravenous you became.’ Dee lowered her voice to a taunting whisper. ‘But maybe you’re not the woman I’ve dreamed about anymore.’
Eden didn’t answer with words – but she did use her lips.
Twisting sharply out of Dee’s grasp she shifted down the bed, wrenching off her top as she went. Before it had even hit the floor she was dragging Dee into position.
Dee gave a satisfied sigh as her panties were whipped off. After that the satisfaction kept coming in wave after sensual wave as Eden coiled her arms around her friend’s thighs and buried her face in Dee’s wet pussy.
Rolling her hips slowly against Eden’s face, Dee savoured the renewed oral attention. This time all bets were off. Eden was a starved woman at a banquet; she feasted without decorum, frantically forcing her face into Dee’s crotch with little care for the pussy nectar that consequently slathered across her lips and cheeks and chin. Air seemed to be an afterthought, for on the rare occasion she came up for breath she was gasping, and she would almost immediately dive back in as if suffocation was preferable to being deprived of Dee’s saturated sex.
Her eyes closed and her tits swaying softly beneath her, Dee allowed herself a smug smile: she hadn’t lost her touch.
With the warmth of the sunshine on her skin blending with the erotic heat of Eden’s lapping tongue, Dee could have happily remained there forever. However, when she eased her head down a twinkle caught her eye: the twinkle of Eden’s slick folds.
Seized by a sudden urge, Dee lifted her hips away from Eden’s face and shifted so that she was sat beside her friend. Overwhelmed with lust as she was, it took Eden several seconds to focus on her friend’s face, and several more to find her voice.
‘What are you smiling at?’ she panted.
Dee’s smile grew a little wider. ‘I’ve just remembered something, that’s all.’
‘And what’s that?’
‘That no matter how good you are at eating me out, the hottest thing about being with you is looking into your eyes as we both cum.’
The chance to satisfy her sapphic hunger had clearly cut through Eden’s daze, for her eyes now sparkled bright and she caught Dee’s meaning instantly. ‘Well then, maybe we should see if that’s as good as you recall.’
Both women shuddered as Eden slotted her legs into position around Dee’s. The soft caress of skin-to-skin contact sent arousal flaring through their insides, though that paled in comparison once they shifted closer; the burst of euphoria when their clits kissed left them both momentarily breathless.
‘I never thought we’d be like this again,’ Eden confessed quietly.
‘Me either.’ Dee paused. ‘But… I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. I always kind of wondered what it would be like to lead your sort of life – all sex and sin and shameless sluttiness. I guess I wish I’d let you rub off on me more.’
Eden slowly hooked her right leg behind Dee. ‘Well for what it’s worth, I always wanted to show you that life. It’s just that after uni I figured you didn’t want it anymore. We both know one lover will never be enough for me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want one person by my side throughout it all. After all, two shameless sluts are better than one.’ Eden raised an eyebrow. ‘I don’t suppose you know anybody who’d be willing to fill that role, would you?’
Dee mirrored Eden’s smirk. ‘There is someone who springs to mind. And right now there’s one thing she wants more than anything else.’
Eden leaned closer, her eyes boring into Dee’s soul. ‘Do tell,’ she whispered.
Easing forward so her lips feathered against Eden’s ear, Dee tightened her grip on the bed. ‘She wants to hear her girl moan.’
With that Dee’s hips were rolling needily against Eden’s and they both broke down into fits of horny groaning. Braced by their spread arms they scissored with increasing desperation until the atmosphere was thick with an aura of desire oozing from their every pore. Soon enough the years of restrained yearning had overwhelmed them completely and the stylish bedroom gradually devolved into their private lair of lust.
As the two lovers eagerly made up for lost time, the door opposite drifted slowly open.
There was no longer a corridor on the other side. Instead the door led onto a sun-soaked balcony. Most of the space was taken up by a large jacuzzi, though there was still ample room for two luxury sunbeds and several tropical plants in colourful pots.
And while Dee and Eden’s sensual cries mingled with the summer breeze, not too far away a set of arched iron gates stood tall and proud beneath the radiant sun. Across the top were wrought two words that emphasised just how far from Club Fantasy the unexpected lovers had strayed: Fantasy Resort…
Thanks for reading!
Though there have been plenty of tattooed models in other Fantasy Universe stories before now, one thing I realised as I started working on this series was that the batch of models I had chosen this time were significantly more inked up than previous groups. Consequently there are quite a few transformations throughout this series that place significant focus on the body art of the models therein. Having said that, when it came to writing a story for Eden Ivy I simply had to use the tattoos as a central part of the narrative. Her ink is such a core part of her identity as a model it seemed stupid to pass up the opportunity to have it act as a catalyst for the transformation, and since magic tattoo stories are relatively rare on my blog it also served as a perfect way to add to that niche too.
And of course I was able to have a lot of fun with the setting too. I believe I’ve discussed this before, but one of the difficulties I’ve faced with previous Fantasy Universe series is that I’ve always had to tailor the galleries I use to the specific setting of the series. For example, I couldn’t have a scene overlooking the ocean in Lake Fantasy or Fantasy Manor. Nor could I have a scene set in a penthouse in any of the previous series, since none of them had a setting suitable for that. And while I don’t feel any of the previous series became boring as a result of this constriction, it did lead to me rejecting some really hot galleries I would have loved to include but which just didn’t make sense to the narrative.
When it came to Club Fantasy though, I had much more flexibility. For one thing, as the first Fantasy Universe series set in a truly urban location, scenes overlooking a cityscape were fair game. But also, by having three previous series acting as a foundation for this one I felt I had enough pre-established background for me to dip in and out of those other locations too. On top of that, I’ve also written several one-off Club Fantasy pieces which have highlighted the club’s mysterious backrooms, thereby giving me even more wiggle room to explain away settings that otherwise wouldn’t make sense. Overall this meant was that while there were undoubtedly some settings still too awkward to include, I had a lot more freedom to pick the galleries I felt worked best for the story I wanted to tell instead of limiting myself to only those based in a particular setting.
Needless to say, this is a concept I had a lot of fun with, and this definitely isn’t the last time we’ll be stepping beyond the walls of the club in this series. If I do more Fantasy Universe series in the future this is almost certainly a plot point I’ll bring back, but regardless of whether or not that ever happens I am super pleased with the range of scenes it allowed me to write this time around.
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