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Vailyn

Quixotic Paradox
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Reverie is a very exclusive, members only club. It began as a private project that succeeded beyond the expectations of the creators. Yet, the technology the group developed could have varying uses that the group did not want to be taken by the world at large and abused. Everything about the project was patented and locked under exclusivity contracts. Penalties for breaking the contracts are severe. The group did not want to hide the results of their hard work but they also did not want it to be abused. A compromise was made by creating a private club where only invited people could apply for membership and use the technology that the group created.

The future is closer than one may think. The group created a hologram suite that can give a user a full sensory experience. Every part will seem real to all senses. It meant that the only limitation was one's own imagination. Anything is possible.
 
-~{ ReVerie Membership Rules }~-

-~{ ReVerie }~-

  • Invite Only Members Club
  • Annual Fee: $5,000 or Professional Trade
  • No one is allowed to speak to outsiders about any aspect of ReVerie without dire consequences.
  • Each member will have 3 invitation cards to give out each year. If a member abuses the invitation system or repeatedly gives out an invitation to those who do not meet membership standards, the member will lose their invitation privileges and may be expelled from the club.
  • Members must have a complete physical and psychological test done four times a year. If a member fails a test or a change in health is not reported to the club in a timely manner, membership will be cancelled immediately.
 
ReVerie Motto

ReVerie Motto:

To Live, One Dreams
To Dream, One Creates


~:rose:~
 
Welcome to ReVerie

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Welcome to ReVerie,

You have passed all of the requirements for membership with our club. We hope that you will use this chance to enrich your life and expand your horizons. Our goal is for people to have a chance to live their dreams and take steps towards making the dreams come true. Be it self-growth, developing a plan for a career, taking steps to make a project succeed, or find a way to peace that cannot be had anywhere else. What you do here as a member is up to you and everything you do here is by your choice. Welcome to our club and we hope it is exactly what you may have hope for and more.

Sincerely, President of ReVerie,


Raoul A. Patterson
 
Bess Ann Berlin

Bess isn't the most beautiful girl in the world but she is attractive. Other than her above average looks, she felt fairly normal in everything else. She's successful because she works hard to achieve her goals. Bess didn't have a natural talent to give her an edge in anything. Everything she has, she gained with a lot of hard, focused work. If she was gifted in any form, it would be the way she can look at any problem and immediately organize steps towards a solution.

That one thing is what lead her to be where she is right at that moment.

Bess has had plenty of chances to lose her virginity, but she always found a reason to not follow through with it. She enjoyed kissing, making out, giving oral satisfaction and being touched. Yet, none of her encounters ever made her wild with passion. None of them made her want to go all the way and have sex. She thought that the human form to be beautiful in many ways but she was only sexually attracted to men.

She has interest. She has the desire to be passionate. But it never seems to happen. Her dates never get to the point where she wants them to take her all the way, and she wondered if it's because she doesn't actually like sex. Which would make her life change in other ways because she wanted to fall in love, get married and have children of her own some day. Well, that was the plan.

Once midnight hits, she'll be twenty-five. One way or another, she won't be a virgin when she becomes a quarter century. That's why she spent the time to apply to ReVerie and become a member of the exclusive club. She's heard off the wall rumors about the place for years. It helped that she knew two members. They told her that while the rumors are not entirely true, it is possible to gain an answer to a question one has if you are willing to go after it. To have your most intimate fantasies come true.

The application process was harder than trying to get into an ivy league college or your dream job. Some of the questions seemed very random and intrusive. Nevermind that she had to come to have a full physical and battery of STD tests. It didn't surprise her when she passed the checks on her background, health and mind. She's pretty normal. The only abnormal thing about her was the fact that she was still a virgin at 24. And, perhaps, the fact that she may not be as interested in sex as other people.

Her shoulder length pale blonde hair had sharp layers cut in the front and electric blue highlights on the edges. She nervously pushed her bangs to the side and smoothed her hands down the flared skirt of her lace and satin cocktail dress. She wore a satin strapless bra and matching panties under the dress. Classic three inch, black leather heels pushed her height to 5'7" and made her legs look sleek in the nude stockings with a line running up the middle of the back of each leg.

"Bess, you have elected to share a fantasy with another member of ReVerie. A match that fits in the requirements of your fantasy has been made. If you accept this match, all you have to do is set the time you would like to enact your fantasy and choose how long it will run. The other participant of the fantasy has agreed to let you choose the date and length."

Today was the day and Bess decided to take full advantage of the program by requesting the maximum time limit: 4 hours.

One way or another, Bess will have an answer to her question and maybe a night of passion that she has always wished to have. All she has to do is put her palm on the hand scan and enter the suite when it opens. She had to enter the suite by 8:05 PM or her time slot will be forfeit and the session canceled.

Taking a deep breath, Bess laid her trembling hand on the scanner and jumped a bit when it beeped. The metal doors slid open. Exhaling, she walked into the suite. She was a planner. She planned this. She will finally find out a part of herself that she's been questioning for almost half her life.
 
(David Benedict)

Thump, Thump, Thump.

The rhythm of his shoes on the gravel path was a hypnotic beat to his ears. His legs moved beneath him almost of their own accord. Thump, Thump, Thump. Each step moved him further and further into the forest. His heart raced in time with his feet. Faster he thought. His breath was ragged now but he kept pushing, kept urging himself forward. He could see the trees ahead as they formed a sort of archway above his head. They were beginning to open wider and he knew at this point that his run would be over, that he was nearing the end of his race.

Faster he thought again and this time his legs moved even more swiftly beneath him. He whipped past the trees and for a brief moment his breath seemed to stop. The world itself seemed to stall yet he continued to move. Light burst upon him through the canopy of the trees and with a great rush of movement he emerged in the clearing panting heavily. He wrapped his hands behind his head and walked slowly to his car which had been waiting for him since he started his run.
The dome light illuminated the warm leather interior as he neared the car. The car sensed the key in his pocket and when he reached for the door it gave an answering chirp and there was a click as the doors unlocked. His mind was preoccupied with the night before. He had spent most of the evening at Reverie enjoying a shared fantasy with Amelia…

The suite had converted from a simple room to a sidewalk in a busy street crowded with people. Amelia had been in the room with him only a moment ago, her laughter seemed to echo around him and the people looked at him as he passed. The hunt had commenced and his prey had taken off through the throng. People stood in his way but he pushed past them ignoring their angry glares. The crowd was slowing him down. His eyes scanned each face wondering if she was hiding amongst them like the last time. He spotted a strange bundle in the street and stopped to take a look. Amidst all the feet moving past was a pair of panties.

A wild grin spread across his lips and he knew then what the game would be tonight. Just as he raised his eyes there was a flash of crimson hair and a familiar giggle. He shook his head and chased after her catching whiffs of plumeria perfume on the air. If he had not seen her the scent alone would have been enough to alert him that she was near. He was catching up now she was in his sight and her giggle had ceased upon the sight of him so close. She was determinedly pushing through the crowd trying to gain enough speed to get away, but to no avail. His strong arm looped around her waist and yanked her back as he grabbed a fistful of her fiery hair. Using his weight he pressed her into the wall of a building nearest them.
People were beginning to gawk at the scene.

“It’s a good thing you chose the skirt,” he whispered.

The ringing of his phone sounded over the car’s speakers. The noise was an alarm to his senses and quickly brought him back to the present.

“Benedict,” he answered.

“Hello, Mr. Benedict. This is Ms. Smith from Reverie. We have a match that you might be interested in. She is new to Reverie, and…. Well, she is new to other things as well,” she said.

The female voice of Ms. Smith continued to discuss the match with him over the phone and he agreed to come in and take a look at her profile. She had already completed the extensive battery of tests and physical evaluations that Reverie required of all members. She had been admitted on special circumstances according to Ms. Smith as she had not been a recipient of the standard invitation to Reverie by a current member. David didn’t really care what the circumstance of her admission was but more so of what was contained within her profile. The following day he was able to complete his promise to Ms. Smith and took a look at the girl’s profile. What he found intrigued him so he agreed to complete a fantasy with her in the suite.

Thus, it was the next week when he found himself back in Reverie after having received the notice of the time she had chosen. He had entered the suite well before the allotted time and found himself alone with nothing but two overstuffed armchairs and a small table between them. Two recessed lights illuminated the furniture, but were dimmed so he was cast mostly in shadow. Adorning his physique was a pair of dark suit pants and a white button-up shirt which stood out against the dark leather of the chairs.

The suite doors opened exactly at the 8:05 mark and he waited with breath held. She stepped across the threshold and his breath exhaled slowly. He had been waiting for some time and was afraid that it would have been Ms. Smith coming through the doors to tell him that she had decided not to continue on. Her eyes searched the suite and he knew when she spotted him for at that exact moment she stopped walking.

“Good evening,” he said a slight smile teased the corners of his mouth, “I trust you are Bess?”

He didn’t really need the answer to that. He had studied her profile and knew her name long before she had known his. He knew much about her without even having met her. That was the benefit of Reverie, fantasies brought people together in strange ways.

He rose to his feet and with a wave of his hand said, “Please, have a seat.” When she moved closer he could see her better in the light her curious eyes studying him and her long hair dyed with traces of blue. She was different from the other women David had encountered through Reverie. There was something about her that reminded him of his past and for a moment he seemed lost in thought as he studied her.

“So, Miss Bess,” he said finally, “If I may ask, as this is quite the undertaking for a young woman such as yourself why did you choose Reverie?”
 
Bess Ann Berlin

She didn't know what to expect when she entered the suite but it wasn't a regular room. Directly ahead was a stone fireplace with a cheery flames dancing on large logs. She looked over to the right and saw a mahogany bar with glasses on the counter and a baby grand piano. Her first instinct was to run her hands over the keys, but she resisted and swept her gaze to the left and she stopped. A dark haired man sat with ease in one of the two leather armchairs. He watched her intently as if she was the only thing worth viewing in the room.

She swallowed.

Bess has never seen him before but he was more than she had expected. He could have modeled for the cover of GQ. Everything about him was understated sophistication and completely in control. Except for the wayward curl of his hair. A few locks escaped the orderly look to dangle over his forehead. It made him seem more approachable.

“So, Miss Bess, if I may ask, as this is quite the undertaking for a young woman such as yourself why did you choose Reverie?”

She realized that the palms of her hands were damp with nerves and she tried to unobtrusively wipe them by smoothing out the skirt of her short lace dress. Bess shook herself mentally. No more time on being afraid. She was committed to taking her life into her hands and choosing where it lead.

"It's my birthday tomorrow and I'm turning twenty-one. I... I want to know if I can feel pleasure and enjoy sex. I've dated and enjoyed kissing but I never felt the desire for more. I want to know if sex is something I'll enjoy or not really need. I..." Honesty was the rule she lived by but it felt utterly strange and she felt so exposed to be saying this to a total stranger. She sighed, gazing down at the floor, she clasped her hands together and looked back at him. "I dream the same dreams as many other girls: to fall in love, have a family and do something that I can be proud to call my own. But I don't know if I wan to have kids if I don't enjoy sex. Is it going to be a means to an end? Am I somehow unusual and disinterested in an act that many others crave? I don't know. I'm here to find out."

Bess body posture straightened and she unconsciously widened her stance. The line of her jaw became stubborn and her gaze steady. "Will you show me? Will you teach me what desire is? Whether or not it's something I can feel? Something that I, too, will come to crave?"
 
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