A thin sheen of sweat covered Zansi’s upper lip as she leaned back against the toilet and masturbated. All the while imagining her fantasy man, Flynn Steele, kneeling before her and swiping his tongue through her slick lips. Oh, God.

If she thought her neighbor was sexy seeing him walk to his car every morning, well now that man owned her pussy. The electric current that pulsed inside her as she stood before him was a living entity.

Her finger rubbed furiously as she thought of his powerful build, his strong hands, and if she wasn’t mistaken, an erection that would scare a nun straight to death.

She could feel her orgasm building as she imagined Flynn taking that big cock and lining it up with her quivering, slick entrance and driving it home.

And she fell over the precipice in a million pieces. What would that feel like?

Sighing and trying to catch her breath, Zansi flushed and washed her hands thoroughly before making her way to the parking garage.

*

“So, let me get this straight, your neighbor, sexy fantasy man, walked into your exam room an hour ago?” Simone asked loudly and incredulously.

Zansi looked around furiously. “Shhh, would you lower your voice! Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. It’s as if I conjured him from my mind. It’s spooky.”

“And, you didn’t say, hello neighbor, let me ride you like a bull?” Simone asked, loudly.

Zansi, again, looked around. “No, of course not! He was worried about his baby niece.”

At that, Simone sobered and became serious. “That baby is okay, right?”

Zansi nodded. “Oh, yes, for sure. Just a case of colic, fortunately.”

Simone nodded. “You got his number, right.”

Zansi grabbed her head. “You’re awful! Change the subject, quick before I go home.”

Simone took a deep breath and nodded. She took a long drink of the sweet white wine they were having.

“Right. There is something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”

Zansi took a sip of wine and narrowed her eyes. It wasn’t like her friend to be so serious.

“What is it?” Zansi asked, now concerned.

Simone opened her mouth to speak twice and closed it with no sound escaping.

Zansi was struck with a bolt of fear now.

“Simone, what is it? You’re scaring me.”

Simone waved her hand dismissively. “Pish posh. I’m just trying to come up with a gentle way to broach the subject.”

At that, Zansi sat back on her stool and smirked. She wanted to talk about her virginity problem.

Zansi waved her hand like a blackjack dealer. “Go ahead, say what’s on your mind.”

As if given a license to tell secrets, Simone grinned from ear to ear.

“Well, I’ve recently joined a club,” she said and leaned towards Zansi, “A sex club. And I think it’s the perfect solution to your, ah, problem.”

Zansi sucked up all the available air in the room and looked around to see if anybody was listening to their conversation. She would make a terrible CIA agent.

“What? You joined a sex club? There is so much wrong with that sentence, I don’t know where to begin.”

Simone let out a bark of laughter that warmed Zansi’s heart. She loved that laugh.

“Hey, judge not. I’m telling you it’s the best money I’ve ever spent. I can’t tell you how Zen I am now. Well, most of the time.”

Zansi took another sip from her wine and looked at her best friend like she was telling her that she had been abducted by aliens.

“Don’t look at me like that! It’s not that easy to join this exclusive club, let me tell you. I had to go through hours of rigorous counseling sessions and a plethora of paperwork.”

Zansi leaned in towards her friend. “Why would you want to go through that? You could snap your fingers and have any man in this bar. Why?”

Simone looked around the bar. “It’s not about getting anyone in the bar. It’s about connection. You know, I work seven days a week, sometimes eighty hours. I don’t have the time or the interest at this point in my life to make small talk and worry about if someone ‘likes’ me. What I need, no crave, is connection with like-minded individuals that give me what I need. My job is stressful. Most days I have a person’s beating heart in my hands. I need to get adequate sleep and keep all my focus on the job at hand. With this club, I’m able to take a few hours for myself and leave calm and rejuvenated. Its goddamn magic is what it is.”

Zansi put her hand over her heart. “That sounds wonderful. I’m happy for you. But what makes you think this would be a good fit for me? I’m pretty sure virgins are like unicorns in sex clubs,” she whispered.

Simone barked out another laugh. “Right, I know! But I kid you not, there is a room called the Virginal Chamber. I think you should look into it. Really, I do. I’ll send you the information.”

Zansi could feel her pulse quicken. She nodded.

***

Flynn fed baby Alice and thought about what had taken place that afternoon. What the fuck? He had never in his life experienced such a strong craving for a woman. Not even when he was sixteen and jacked off ten times a day.

Whatever it was that evaded his senses, it was powerful shit. He’d rather it didn’t happen again. It was damn inconvenient to get raging hard-ons in the course of everyday business. Plus, it was baby Alice’s doctor, so, back the fuck down, boy.

Still, no matter what boring baseball stat he tried to think of, his mind kept going back to the fantasy of Doctor Zansi Patel parting her sweet, pink lips and swallowing his cock as she held his gaze with her sexy as fuck exotic dark eyes.

Flynn groaned in actual pain. He held Alice up and patted her back until he heard the satisfied burp.

As he changed her diaper, his mind wandered still. That name, Zansi. It was exotic, mysterious, and sexy, just like its owner. His mind was desperate to know more about her. Maybe he could hire someone to investigate Dr. Patel’s past and present. Was there a boyfriend? She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring but that didn’t mean shit these days.

A wave of jealousy and an odd twinge of disappointment spread through him.

Flynn leaned down and kissed Alice. “I’m going insane,” he whispered.

He laid Alice down and tip toed out of the room. The baby had cried not long after he had gotten home and just now had settled down. He had called his manager and told him that he was in charge until tomorrow morning.

Flynn made his way back downstairs. The house was big, too big. When the club took off, his accountant told him to buy a house and anything else his heart desired. It was a good tax exemption. He needed to live somewhere, and his little apartment uptown was getting claustrophobic. So, he pulled the trigger and bought a house in a great part of Seattle. Besides, he wasn’t home most of the time anyway.

Flynn set the baby monitor on the kitchen counter and pulled out ingredients for an omelet. He really needed to either buy some groceries or hire a chef. But, again, he was almost never home. But now that it was just him and Alice, he would need to set his schedule so he would be home. Who knows, maybe he would learn to really cook. Eventually Alice would require real food instead of formula. It was important to Flynn to be the best parent he could be to Alice. It sucked that she would never know her mother. His sister had been the most important person in his life. Now Alice held that spot.

Stripping off his clothes, Flynn stepped under the hot spray of the tiled shower big enough to hold twenty people.

He braced himself against the cool tiles. Okay, he needed to get a grip. He was acting like this was the first woman he wanted to fuck. No, he had fucked thousands of women. He had thousands of women left to fuck. He had just gotten emotional with how well Doctor Patel cared for his sweet niece. That was her job, after all.

His not so sensible side kicked in and bitch slapped him. Those eyes made his breathing catch in his throat. He imagined those eyes slowly running their gaze up and down his body. Would she want to touch him when she saw what she did to him? Would she take her perfect brown fingers and grasp his cock? Would she smile as she stroked him up and down slowly, driving him fucking crazy?

Would she whisper, “I want to make you come” as she began to jack him faster, her grip like a vice.

Flynn grabbed his cock and squeezed. He wanted to fuck Zansi so bad he could weep. He wanted to spread her legs wide and bury his face in her pussy. He wouldn’t stop until he had heard her scream his name at least three times.

And then he would mount her and fuck her. He would make her look at him as he drove into her. He wanted her to know who was fucking her. He wanted to make her his. Mark her to let the whole fucking world know that if they fucked with this woman, he would be fucking with them.

With a guttural cry, Flynn came hard and long. He watched as his jizz washed down the drain, along with all his energy. He felt like someone had sucked the life right out of him.

Flynn wrapped a towel around his waist and fell onto his bed. He was asleep before he even hit the mattress. But that didn’t stop the erotic dreams about a certain pediatrician from dominating his sleep.