Disclaimer – I do not own the characters of Twilight, I just like to manipulate them to my every whim.

Chapter 2 – A Fantasy Come to Life

BOPV

Some people might think that I live a boring life. I work in the library of a high school in a sleepy town called Forks. Not much happens in Forks. I have lived here all my life. As daughter of the Chief of Police I stayed out of trouble. I know everyone in town, and they all know my dad, so I would have gotten caught if I tried anything stupid anyway.

My boyfriend, Mike Newton, and I have been dating since we were in High School. He has asked me to marry him twice, but both times he was drunk and forgot about it by morning. He works for his parents at the sporting goods store.

I guess you could say that our relationship is pretty stale. Every Friday night, he takes me to dinner. If something new is out, we go to the movies. He works every Saturday and Sunday so I spend the rest of the weekend alone. Monday nights, he plays cards with Eric Yorkie and Tyler Crowley. Every Tuesday he comes over to my apartment for dinner and to watch some of the TV shows on cable that he loves. The only reason he watches them at my place is because he is too cheap to pay for any of the premium channels. Mike claims that Wednesday is his free day, so he spends it doing things without me, like getting his hair cut and hanging out with his mom. Thursday Mike gives fly fishing classes and is "just too tired" to come over afterwards, so I don't see him.

As you probably noticed, the only times he actually spends time with me are on Friday nights and Tuesday nights. We only do three things; we eat dinner, watch movies, or watch TV. He never takes me out dancing. We don't go to sporting events. He has never taken me anywhere for a romantic weekend. He has only actually slept at my apartment once and that's because he fell asleep during one of his shows.

If there is nothing new to see at the movie theater on Friday night, he might consider coming back to my place and attempting to have sex. Yes, I said attempting. Usually he spends so much time bitching about the lack of new movies that I can barely get aroused. By the time I am even close to being ready, he has already finished, gotten dressed, and is pushing me to hurry up so we can go down to the video store and rent something.

Working at the high school library isn't what I would call an adventurous career. I love books and the kids are great. Some of the teachers are nice to me. I have been working there for two years now. I usually keep to myself, but I have managed to make a few friends. Mr. Whitlock, the Algebra teacher, told me just last week that I can call him Jasper. He is nice and pretty good looking. I have seen his wife a few times at school functions. She is a little ball of energy. I haven't met her yet.

Mr. Whitlock, Jasper, spends a lot of time hanging out with Emmett and Mr. Cullen. I have known Emmett McCarty my whole life. He is a big sweet teddy bear. He is getting married to Rosalie Hale. She is really snobby and kind of a bitch. I have no idea what he sees in her, but oh well, they say there is someone out there for each of us. Mr. Cullen on the other hand, he is sex on a cracker! I was in college when he first moved here. Damn that boy is fine. He has copper colored hair that is always a perfect mess. He has a body like a Greek god, and the most piercing green eyes you have ever seen. He teaches History. I have only spoken to him a few times when he has come into the library to check out reference materials but damn those were good days.

Yesterday, he and Jasper came into the library together. Jasper waved and said, "Good morning, Bella. I'm just returning these." And he put some books on my desk.

"Sure thing, Jasper. I'll take care of them for you." I said as they turned to walk out of the library. "Goodbye, Jasper. Goodbye, Mr. Cullen."

Mr. Cullen turned back and smiled, "Goodbye…umm... Bella"

HE SAID MY NAME! I almost did a back flip, I was so excited. If I could get a hot hunk of man like that, I would drop Mike in a heartbeat. Since he moved here, the only person he has dated was Jessica Stanley, the girls' gym teacher and volleyball coach. They dated for a few months then she broke up with him. It has never been made official, but rumor has it, she is hot and heavy with a lady named Lauren that works at the grocery store.

As you can guess, that was the hot topic in the rumor mill around the little town of Forks. "Could the coach of the girl's volleyball team be a lesbian?" Whatever! Who cares! All I cared about is whether or not Mr. Dreamy-eyes Cullen was available. Besides, if they only knew half of what I have been up to the last six months, most of the good citizens of Forks would keel over from heart attacks.

Yes, the sweet little Bella Swan has a dark side. As a kid, I was always the responsible one. Now that I am an adult, I guess my rebellious side finally got the best of me. It all started six months ago on my birthday. It just so happened to fall on a Wednesday. I thought that Mike was going to take me out to celebrate, but as you know, Wednesdays are his free days. He didn't even get me a card. I was pissed!

I jumped in my car and decided to treat myself to a night of dinner and dancing, even if it was by myself. I drove to Port Angeles, but there's not really any dance places around there so I headed on to Seattle. It was a really long drive, but I was angry, so what the hell! When I made it to Seattle, I stopped for dinner and drinks. After I had a few drinks, I started cruising around looking for a place to dance. I saw a billboard for Volterra. That sounded like a cool dance club so I stopped in.

I was shocked when I made it inside and realized that it was a gentleman's club. Part of me was horrified. I had never seen women dancing topless before. The other part of me was curious. I stood there dumbfounded. I was just to the point of pondering whether or not Jessica was right in switching sides when a man came up and started talking to me. His name was Aro. He was really nice. He asked if I was here to watch the women or if I was here to apply for a job.

"Oh, no." I told him. "I can't dance like that. Besides, I am not even half as pretty as those women."

"Sure you are. You just don't know it yet. Come, let my wife, Heidi take you to the back and help you with your hair and makeup. We are having amateur night tonight. You don't have to go topless. You can wear a bikini or your bra and panties if you like."

I had to admit, the idea intrigued me. I looked around and saw some of the other amateurs that were there. I looked better than most of those women. Heidi came up and introduced herself. She was really sweet and made me feel completely comfortable. She took me to the back and found me a bikini. She showed me how to put my make-up on and taught me how to make my hair look thick and curly, rather than flat and stringy. When she was finished with me, I looked like a model.

When it came time to go onstage, I was terrified. I couldn't bring myself to go through with it. I think I almost had a panic attack. Instead of trying to convince me to go on stage, Heidi handed me a robe and took me for a walk. She took me up to her Parlor and showed me the performance rooms. There was a group room that had four viewing windows and two solo rooms that had only one viewing window in each.

She told me about the history of the peep shows. She explained what happened both on the performer's stage and in the viewing rooms. She let me watch one of the ladies who was doing a show in the group room. One of the viewing rooms was empty, so she and I sat inside and watched the tail end of the performance together. I found the concept extremely arousing. To know that someone is watching you do something so dirty seemed so… not me… well, not the "me" that my friends and family knew of anyway!

When it was over, I was so horny I was dying for release. I hadn't had a good orgasm in years! Heidi could tell that I was painfully aroused so she asked me if I would like to use one of the solo rooms. I said no at first but she took me inside the performer's stage of a solo room anyway. It was bright and white with plush carpet. The wall opposite from the door was covered by a thick curtain. She pressed a button on the wall beside the door that opened the curtain, revealing a large floor to ceiling mirror.

"See Bella, this is a two way mirror. It's the window that the audience looks through. Look at yourself. Do you think anyone back home would recognize you looking like this? You are so beautiful." She said, taking my robe off of me. "Here this will help you feel more anonymous." She said pulling a long piece of black lace out of her pocket and tying it over my eyes like a blindfold. "You can be anything or anyone you want to be in here and no one will know. You can be dirty, sexy, kinky, sultry, or whatever strikes your fancy. You just enjoy yourself and when you find pleasure, so will your admirers. What you give them is a great gift. You give them release. You came in here feeling tense and stressed. Don't you wish you had some release?" I nodded my head. "Then do it. You don't have to dance. You don't need a grand production. Just take care of your needs." I nodded my head. "If you need anything, there are props in the room across the hall."

I followed her out into the prop room and grabbed a beanbag to sit on. I looked for a blanket or something to cover myself up with but had no luck. When I went back in the performer's room with my beanbag, I took another look at myself reflected in the widow. Heidi was right, no one would know me and no one would expect Bella Swan, police chief's daughter, to do something like this.

I heard Heidi's voice on the speaker asking me if I would like some music. I said yes so she put some on. A few minutes later, I saw the green light come on at the bottom of the window. I remembered Heidi explaining how the lights worked and what they meant.

At first I froze, "Is someone in there?" I asked tentatively.

I heard a man's voice say, "Yes"

My first reaction was to tell him to go away but then I remembered how I felt watching the other performer. I wondered if the man on the other side of the glass felt the same way. Was he all worked up looking at me? Of course not… I haven't done anything that would cause him to be worked up yet. Could I do it? Could I actually get someone so horny he would cum? Could I get myself so worked up that I could cum? I really wanted to cum!

All this thinking about cumming had my nipples hard. I looked at my reflection and noticed how the bikini top made my breasts look fuller. I put my hands on them and squeezed them together slightly. It felt good. I let my fingertips glide over my nipples and stifled a moan.

The red light at the bottom of the screen came on and a voice said, "Don't hold back. I want to hear you. You look so beautiful doing that."

I think I blushed at least fourteen shades of red. Once I calmed myself a little I slid my fingertips across my nipples and moaned. It felt so good. They were so hard! I reached my hand inside the bikini top and rolled one of the between my thumb and finger making myself moan again.

The red light came on, "Don't hide it. I want to see. Take off the top."

By now, I was back to the state of extreme arousal that I had been in before. I untied the bathing suit top and teased the man on the other side of the glass, before finally letting it drop to the ground. With the top out of the way, I was able to have much better access to my breasts so I could fondle them just the way I liked it. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. It felt so good, I was hissing and moaning. The bathing suit bottoms were uncomfortably wet. I squeezed my thighs together to help ease some of the discomfort.

The voice said, "Oh, yes. You look so beautiful. Show me that dripping wet pussy."

My man's voice sounded strained, it sounded like he was touching himself. I imagined Mr. Cullen sitting on the other side of that window stroking his dick and thinking about me. I know, it will never happen, but what they hell. It's my fantasy. I slid my bathing suit bottoms off and sat on the beanbag, slowly spreading my legs. I sat there for a minute looking at my reflection. I looked wild and beautiful… Absolutely stunning!

My pussy was aching for attention. I slid one hand up the inside of my thigh and the other went back to teasing my nipples. My pussy was wet and throbbing. When my fingertip brushed across my swollen clit I gasped and let out a moan. It felt way too good to stop now. I dipped two fingers inside pretending it was Mr. Cullen's dick then pulled them back out so I could tease my clit some more.

My heart was pounding and I was starting to sweat. The adrenaline was coursing through my veins and the thrill of knowing someone was watching had me right on edge. I had to know if the man behind the glass was just as close as me.

"Are you still in there?" I managed to yell out between moans.

I heard a strained "Oh god, yes!"

"I want to hear you cum!" I said as I felt my orgasm coming on fast.

All of the sudden, the red light came on and I could hear movement then a man's voice saying, "Fuck! Oh yes, stroke that pussy! Yeah, baby. Feel my dick slamming into that hot wet pussy!"

The sound of his voice and the words that he was saying pushed me over the edge. "Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh yes, Fuck me! It feels sooo good! Fill my pussy with your cum!"

I heard the man groaning and grunting then nothing but panting. I sat there in the beanbag chair for a few minutes. My heart was pounding and I was covered in sweat. I heard the man thank me before the green light went out and the curtains closed. I felt exhilarated. I had just had the biggest orgasm in my life and I felt great! I put the bathing suit back on and wrapped myself back in the robe before stepping out the door. Heidi was waiting for me at the end of the hall with a huge smile on her face.

"So, how do you feel?" She asked cheerfully.

"I feel… wow! I mean it was…. Wow!"

She handed me an envelope full of cash. "This is for you."

"I can't take this!" I said trying to hand the envelope back to Heidi.

"It's only half of what you would be paid for one solo performance if you were a regular performer. You earned it. Your client was very pleased."

"He was?" I said smiling ear to ear.

"Yes, he was. So, do you think you would be interested in becoming a regular performer?"

"No, I don't live around here and I currently have a good job."

"You don't have to do it every day. Why don't you just try once every two weeks and we can go from there?" She gave me her business card and told me to think about it.

I left the club feeling invincible. On my way home, I stopped at a tattoo parlor and used some of my earnings for the night to pay for a little black swan tattoo on my right butt cheek. To this day, Mike hasn't noticed it.

I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I called Heidi the next day and agreed to do solo performances every other Monday. I drove to a lingerie shop in Port Angeles called "Intrigue" and used the rest of my money on outfits for my performances. My best friend is a manager there so she gave me a great discount. She didn't ask what I needed the outfits for. I guess she assumed I was trying to spice up my relationship with Mike. Like that would ever happen! Mike was about as spicy as plain white rice.

I did two solo performances and enjoyed it so much that I agreed to start doing it once a week. I was performing every Monday. It didn't take long for me to develop a regular Monday client. He is a talker. He stays quiet most of the time, but when he started to get really close, he liked to talk dirty to me and tell me everything he would like to do to me. He ends with a yell that sounded something like howling. I call him my Wolf Boy. He booked me for the next two months after seeing me for the first time. I have to admit, I was flattered when Heidi told me about it.

I found myself sitting in the library at the school thinking about how I would change up my performances. If I did the same thing over and over, my client might get bored. I thought it would be a good idea to keep switching it up. Thinking up scenarios tended to get me all hot and bothered. It was worse on days that Mr. Cullen would walk into the library to check on a student or drop off a book he found in the hall. On those days, I would have to put my thick sweater on to hide my nipples that were trying to burst through the front of my blouse and chase him down the hallway.

My heightened state of arousal was doing nothing to my sex life. Mike still showed little or no interest. I contemplated suggesting he seek medical help. I actually spent some time researching the various medications that claim to help boost his sexual performance but they all had one common flaw. The man had to actually want to be aroused for them to work. If they can make a pill to make it bigger, a pill to make it last longer, and a pill to make it feel better, why can't they make a pill to make him horny? I would bribe a pharmacist for a pill like that so I could slip it into his diet coke when he wasn't looking and maybe… just maybe… I would actually get some!

On second thought, I would also have to bribe the pharmacist to slip me the pills to make it bigger and last longer, too! There would be no point getting him worked up if he doesn't have the proper tools to perform or the stamina to make it worth my while. I wonder how he would feel about surgical enhancement.

I found that I needed more than just one orgasm a week, so I added every Thursday to my performance schedule. Mike never even bothered to ask where I was every Monday and Thursday night. I am not even sure he even noticed I was gone. One Tuesday evening, while he was over at my place watching TV, he commented that I looked tired but then the commercial was over so his attention was redirected.

Early one Saturday morning, Heidi called me to tell me that one of the other performers had called in sick and she had a full house booked in the group stage. She needed someone to stand in. I had never done group before. I was a little nervous. Heidi told me that the only difference was that I would have to play to more than one window. She explained that the group stage had a rotating stage in the center of it that would allow viewing access to the multiple windows so I wouldn't have to move around so much. I still wasn't completely convinced that I would do it. After some serious begging, I finally caved in and agreed to help her out.

That is where I found my regular Thursday client. He is quiet. He doesn't talk much unless he is complimenting me. He seems to be a charmer. He tells me that I am beautiful and tells me when I do something he really likes, but he never offers up his own fantasies. I call him my Shy Boy.

The drive from Forks to Seattle sucks, but the money is great, and I love my bi-weekly orgasms! I have nothing better to do with my time anyway and the money is awesome! I am putting it away for something special. Mike doesn't even know I have it and that is fine with me.

Sure it would be better if I could get a man to give me orgasms twice a week, but hell, I'm dating Mike Newton for heaven's sake. What do you expect?

A/N – Hello everyone! Happy Tuesday! Yes, I plan on giving you a new chapter each Tuesday. I have already written several chapters ahead, so this shouldn't be a problem.

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