Brian’s phone rings. “Brian I have a really unusual request.” “I bet it’s not, nothing you want is unusual.” “I’m willing to bet to haven’t heard of this one before.” “Surprise me.” “Ok here goes, I need a girl who is willing to go into an alligator skin.” “That’s not what I was expecting, how is that unusual?” “It is because the girl would need to stay in the alligator skin for a couple of months.” ...
This narrative is in first person singular and will change to third person towards the end. How many people, male or female, have certain fantasies which they are obsessed with… dream of daily and nightly? Innumerably, no doubt. I have had a particular fantasy since the age of about 7 or 8, and it involved cannibals; having seen in an old book that had drawn pictures of naked natives. The nakedness had a fascination for me, imagining that I was a white hunter in darkest Africa and had been captured by a savage tribe, and seeing them dance around me; but that’s as far as it went. It was many years later that my fantasies developed … from dominated by females (sexually as well as brutally) and began writing down my fantasies for a magazine and later, for various sites. All my stories were well received and sort after in several countries. ...
“Fuck!” Frank slammed his fist on the table. My, thankfully, empty foam cup bounced and hit the floor. I retrieved it. “She’s going to shut us down! The fucking bitch is going to shut us down!” “It’s not her.” “The fuck it ain’t. Yeah, I know, it’s Martin, but she’s his hatchet man. What the fuck does Sylvia see in him?” I shrugged. “She’s in love.” “With that scumbag? Doesn’t she have eyes? I mean come on!” ...