Mallory Malone could not believe her luck as she stepped over the threshold and into the main foyer of the impressively large manor home. Once inside, she followed the gentleman who had helped her with gathering her bags from the cab she’d taken from the airport, as he led her to the large ornate front desk that was located in the small alcove to her right.
He was a nice looking well-built young man, but she did not sense anything from his demeanor that would tell her what she was in store for this weekend. His dark blonde hair and impressive shoulders were not well hidden beneath his formal attire and she could not help wondering if he would be a part of the entertainment she was here to write about. She smiled secretly as she watched the man place her luggage in front of the desk and wait.
Just yesterday, Mallory’s boss, Mac, had given her this assignment, and at first, she had to admit she was not sure this was something she wanted to do. She normally handled mostly human-interest type stories for the magazine she wrote for, but Mac had swayed her. She had no real clue as to how she would approach this assignment, but she was looking forward to it.
The magazine, Your World, Your Life, or YWYL for short, tended to cater to a mostly female market, and while that was all good, Mac and his boss the owner’s son Nate Bennington, wanted to encourage more men to pick up the magazine. Nate’s father, Allen, had come across a chance to invest in the Benjamin Schilling Foundation and when Nate had found out exactly what this group was doing and why, he knew it would arouse the interest in not just their female audience, but in a larger male audience as well.
While both men had felt that they needed a man’s point of view, they knew they would also need a woman’s, and so Mallory had been offered the assignment of writing about this group from the female side. She was not sure yet who would be writing the other point of view, but she had been told she would connect with him during this weekend and in the coming days.
“Hello, Miss Malone.” Mallory turned from eyeing her surroundings to focus on the small woman behind the desk.
The woman smiled up at Mallory, and she could not help but return her smile. She was a small woman, probably in her early fifties, but she was pleasant looking and smartly dressed. She was the perfect fit for her job. She neither took away from a guest’s anticipation of what was to come, nor did she appear to be a part of the expectations. The elaborate nametag pinned over her left breast said her name was Margaret and Mallory liked her in an instant.
“Your room is ready, and I’ve personally seen to it that it is exactly to the specifications your magazine has requested. You will be able to join in this weekend if you wish, or you can stay back and just observe.” Another warm smile before she continued, “David has been assigned to help you during your stay,” she gestured toward the blonde man still waiting by her luggage. “He will be more than happy to answer any questions you may have. Cocktails will be served in the lounge at 6 and dinner will be at 7. Please let me or David know in the meantime if you need anything.” She handed Mallory a small business card with hand-printed information on it at the same time she handed her room’s key card to David. “This is the front desk number, plus mine and David’s private cell numbers. You can call at any time, day or night.”
“Thank you, Margaret.” Mallory replied as she accepted the business card of information. “Will Mr. Schilling be available for a one on one interview this evening?”
Mallory could not help but notice a slight pause in the woman’s features. She blinked as she watched the woman renew her smile, causing her to think she may have been imagining the pause. “Mr. Schilling will join his guests for dinner and he will explain how the entertainment will work, as well as go over each guests’ requests and what they can expect to gain from this weekend, but he regrets that he will not be able to allot you any time tonight to talk privately. He will however be available for you tomorrow morning after breakfast at 10:30 if that will be all right with you.” She clicked a few keys on her computer as she double checked the time. “Would you like me to let him know if that time will work for you?”
Mallory had been looking forward to speaking with the man in charge of this entire event beforehand, but she knew better than to insult him with stating that, so she returned the woman’s smile and simply acknowledged her approval of the meeting time. “That will be just fine.”
“Don’t worry, Miss Malone, Mr. Schilling will be sure and chat with you a little at dinner tonight, I’m sure. He’s looking forward to your magazine’s article hopefully helping give our event a positive rating.”
“Great, then I look forward to speaking with him.” Mallory turned and followed David as he picked up her bags and led her to the stairs.
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“Everything you may need to know is there in the folder by the phone for the hotel side of things.” David replied as he handed Mallory her keycard. He had led her up one floor to a room at the end of the hall and when he had led her into her room, she had been impressed by both his manners and his attentiveness to her. She was also able to see more of his facial features and she was slightly surprised at just how chiseled and handsome he was.
He was older than she first thought, but that only gave him a more finished look and added to his overall image. He moved quietly around her room pointing out the folder as he placed her main suitcase on the stand for just that purpose. He moved with a grace born of only those who were confident in their choices in life. He was a truly handsome man, she thought to herself.
She could see in his eyes that he found her appearance to be pleasing as well, and he said as much after turning from his task to face her. He smiled at her with perfect white teeth and as she focused on his intense green eyes, she felt a small tickle in her stomach that she could only liken to the feeling you get when you ride the roller coaster at an amusement park. He was even better looking when his smile reached those amazing eyes of his. And she got the oddest feeling that he was somehow familiar to her. She had seen this face before, but she could not place it now, and that realization only served to confuse her.
“Thank you, David,” she replied taking the keycard he extended to her. “I hope I don’t have to bother you, but I’m glad that you will be available if I need you.” She said meaning exactly what she said.
The man smiled again and gave her a small wave of his hand as he turned to head for the door. “I hope that you will have to bother me, Miss Malone. I sincerely hope that you will bother me… and often.” Before she could say a word, he had opened the door and taken his leave.
Well, Mallory thought to herself, I will do just that. She couldn’t help but smile at the closed door before she slipped off her traveling shoes and reached for her small travel case to head into the bathroom. She was still smiling as she stepped into the comfortable shower to freshen up.
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Mallory pulled the bathrobe on as she stepped out of the shower and removed the shower cap she had used to protect her long dark brown hair. She looked at her image in the large ornate mirror over the vanity and nodded slightly. She would have to touch up her makeup a little, but all in all, she did not see much damage she needed to repair. Her amber eyes, a gift from her mother’s gene pool, were sparkling as she thought of David. His green eyes and her golden-brown ones were a nice combination, she mused. She shook herself as she realized where her thoughts were heading, and she quietly chuckled. She was here quite possibly to enjoy a sexual encounter courtesy of the Schilling Foundation, and she was attracted to one of their employees. She wondered if it were possible that David himself was a product of the foundation’s work. That thought intrigued her.
She exited the bathroom and headed directly for her messenger style bag that held all the information she had on Mr. Benjamin Schilling and his foundation; and could the ‘event’, as it was now referenced in her thoughts, possibly be capable of everything that Mr. Schilling claimed it could do.
She had thought at first that this whole idea was something out of a science fiction novel, but after discussing it with Mac and Nate in detail, she had discovered it really was not that far out of the realm of possibility. Nate had done his research, and while she knew she would need to get a ton more details from Benjamin Schilling, she felt she would be able to write her article and be able to convey to their readers exactly what this man was going to be able to do.
What she had discovered from reading the file again during her plane trip was that somehow Benjamin Schilling had figured out a way to replicate a human subject’s DNA and create a lookalike that was equal to the real thing in every way. Science had come a long way since the pandemic that had happened to the world only last year and the thought of using someone’s DNA to create healthy cells for the real person in case he became sick was in essence quite possible in every scientific way.
She’d also discovered that all the cloning stages science had been working with in the past would now become obsolete as the Schilling Foundation was actually able to collect the person’s DNA and clone that person in his or her current adult state instead of going through the conception and birthing of a newborn stages. It really was fascinating, but putting all that aside, it was the idea that Benjamin Schilling had come up with while waiting for the medical need of the clone that fascinated Mallory the most.
It seemed that after creating this other person, he had the idea of fulfilling a person’s sexual fantasies using the clone. In other words, if someone fantasized about having a sexual encounter with say, Johnny Depp, and if Mr. Depp was willing to part with a speck of his saliva, then a clone of Mr. Depp could be created and someone could then pay for a fantasy encounter with the clone all the while feeling as if they are really enjoying their encounter with the real Mr. Depp.
It was out there, and it was also a lot of legal loopholes to get through, but Mallory could totally see the option of this appealing to someone, including herself. The part that would need to be worked over was permission to clone a celebrity, not to mention the getting of the DNA in the first place.
Would the Foundation have to pay for it, would they own the clone or would the real person? Would that be slavery, or would they be real people with rights or were they like androids/robots? Was fulfilling a sexual fantasy akin to prostitution or would they be immune to those laws? Would the clone be capable of everything the real person was?
There were just too many questions and variables in this whole thing. Mallory had a lot of questions here and she wasn’t sure if she’d understand all of them, but one thing was for sure and that was the fact Mallory fully intended to enjoy any encounter she might be lucky enough to have.
From what she had learned from Mac and Nate as well, was that all the guests this weekend had given the Schilling Foundation all their requests six months ago and they were here now to enjoy their fantasies. While all the other guests knew who their fantasy involved, Mallory did not. She would be given a surprise encounter based on the quick assessment she had given yesterday through an email with the Foundation and they would try and come as close as they could. She felt a tingle in her stomach again at the thought of not knowing who she would be surprised with.
She hoped that maybe he would look like a young Robert Redford. Her mother had always said that she would have done anything to have a night with Robert Redford, and Mallory had watched all his old movies with her mother. She could see what her mother had seen in his young Sundance Kid look.
The sudden knock at her door startled Mallory as she was deep in her thoughts. She moved her files back inside her bag before walking over to the door and pulling it open to reveal a smiling David on the other side.
“David,” she breathed as she took in those sultry green eyes once again. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t call you for anything yet, but I could be mistaken.” She smiled up at him. Gosh, she thought, she hadn’t realized just how tall the man was. She was no slouch, but he was well over six feet in her estimation. Funny, she usually remembered those things.
David laughed outright. “No, I don’t think you did either. I am just here to let you know that you have a neighbor across the hall. Another writer sent from your magazine. I believe her name is Constance Wells.” He stated, as he allowed his eyes to roam over the opening of her bathrobe that showed a bit more than Mallory realized.
“What?” She questioned out loud. She had thought they were sending a man to write from the angle of an experience with a woman fantasy while she wrote of her experience with a man. She frowned as she thought about that.
“I’m fairly sure she said she was with your magazine. I’ve not been assigned to her so I could be mistaken, but I thought you’d like to know.” He faltered slightly.
Mallory realized at that instant. “No, it’s okay. I’ll speak with her later in the lounge. I only knew they were sending someone else, but not who-” She realized then that David had not been meeting her eyes as she spoke. She followed his gaze downward to discover her robe was opened way too much and was bordering on being obscene. “Oh!” She exclaimed as she reached to pull her robe back together. “I’m sorry.” She could not help feeling the heat of her blush. She was no prude given her 32 years, but she was also not accustomed to putting her wares on display quite so vividly.
David slowly moved his eyes back up to hers as he slowly stepped into her room. He carefully took the doorknob from her hand and securely closed her door. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone to see you like this especially considering what this weekend is all about.” He began, “but I would like very much to tell you that you are a beautiful woman and anyone seeing you like this would feel the same; if I may be so bold as to say so, Miss Malone.”
He carefully reached out and slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She gave another small ‘oh’ as he took her by surprise, but she did not try and fight his embrace. Nor did she turn away as he moved in closer to bend his head down and claim her lips.
As his lips met hers, she felt instantly that they were both soft and hard. They were soft against hers, but she could feel their firm commanding nature. She felt him pull her in even more tightly as he deepened the kiss and she felt a deep shudder as he worked his tongue against her lips to allow him access to her mouth. She sensed his arousal before she felt it and she knew he felt hers in the taut hardening of her nipples against his white shirt front.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that she should not be doing this while she had so much on her plate, but she could not fight her attraction to the man any longer. She allowed him to pull the robe from her bare shoulder as he caressed her. He moved his hand lower until he found one of her hardened nipples and took the tip between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped against the pressure of his mouth on hers and she allowed him access inside.
She felt his smile against her lips as he moved his tongue expertly around hers. When she hesitated to move hers with his, she felt the gentle but firm pressure as he squeezed her nipple tightly between his fingers. She moaned at the pleasure she felt when he moved his other hand to pull her robe from her body to puddle at her feet. She was completely naked now compared to him. She moved her hands awkwardly at first to swiftly push his suitcoat from his shoulders and felt it land near her robe. She pulled back as he moved his lips from her mouth to move his tongue down her bare throat and onward until he was able to secure her other nipple between his teeth. She felt a quick rush of heat as he used one hand on one nipple and his teeth on the other, while his other hand reached out and cupped her firm round ass up against his bulging penis that throbbed through his clothing.
He spoke not a word to her as he quickly released her then bent down to scoop her up into his arms and head for the large bed in the room. He gently laid her upon the comforter, then he took a small step back to loosen his tie and unbutton the cuffs of his white button up. She reached up to help him with his buttons then pull the shirt from him in a frenzied rush.
He smiled again showing those brilliant teeth of his and she shuddered as she anticipated their capturing of her nipples again. She had never felt such an attraction as she did at this moment, and she could not think straight as he moved on to slip off his shoes and undo his belt buckle. She watched as he moved swiftly to remove his boxers along with his trousers in one swift move and then standing over her in his full naked state.
She gasped as she saw the size of him. She blinked a couple times, before her brain registered that he was not a normal size. Then she smiled wickedly up at him. “David, I think I’m in a desperate need of your help at this particular moment.”
“But of course, Miss Malone. I am here at your service. Whatever it is you desire, I’m willing to help you find it and claim it.” He returned just as wickedly before he moved to cover her body with his. “I am at your disposal… do as you wish…” Then his lips claimed hers once again.
Before Mallory’s brain could process his reply, he moved his arms to cradle her against him and he deepened his kiss. She could feel his hands caressing her back while he moved his lips from hers to move over and take her earlobe between his teeth and then bury his face in the crook of her throat kissing the vein that was beating wildly in response to his touch.
He moved one hand from behind her to move over her breast and down the length of her body beneath him, exploring her curves and hollow spaces. When his hand began moving lower, she could not control the intense shiver she felt at his touch reaching her down there. She forced herself to lie still under his roaming hand and to just enjoy this experience to its fullest.
David was gentle, his hand patient against her trembling flesh. He was a passionate lover, she could tell. He worked hard to increase her pleasure while ignoring his own desires. She closed her eyes and allowed him to do as he wished and when he moved his mouth from her throat to claim her breast once again, she was taken by complete surprise at the intense feelings she was experiencing.
When his hand found what he had been seeking lower, he moved his fingers in and out stroking her there until she thought she would orgasm just from his touch. He was good at this, her numbed brain thought. Very good at this. “David…” she breathed out arching her hips up closer to his throbbing penis.
“Yes, Miss Malone…?” He replied against her lips. “Is there something else you need from me?”
“Yes!” She could feel his eyes on her face as she kept hers tightly shut. “Yes, damn it!” Suddenly his fingers stopped their stroking and instantly her eyelids flew up. “Don’t stop!” she pleaded.
He smiled at her response. “But I can’t continue unless you inform me what it is exactly you want from me. You will have to tell me.”
Mallory was too far gone to comprehend his true meaning at first. Then with a pounding heart, “Please David, please… I need to… feel you inside me.” She gasped as he moved his fingers slowing pushing one finger gently inside her then stopping. “Please… I want… I need to feel you, your penis… I want you to fuck me!”
David’s grin showed every one of his perfect teeth. “Yes, Miss Malone, as you wish.”
He moved his hand from inside her to shift his body so that his knees were now between her thighs and he moved to guide himself as he slowly entered her. He moved with agonizing slowness relishing her impatience with him. He moved to reclaim her mouth as he pulled back just as slowly then thrusting his penis deep inside her. Her gasp and scream at finally feeling him all in was muffled against his lips.
He began moving in an intense pattern, each of his thrusts deeper than the one before. She was wet and hot, she thought as she gasped with each thrust begging for more and moaning at every move he made. God she thought, he was so damn good at this. She gripped his ass in her hands as she helped him push in and out. She could feel he was fighting for control over his own orgasm and she silently urged him to continue with her hands.
Just when she thought she would die if she did not come, he pushed her over that edge, and she climaxed alongside him. They both cried out and she dug her nails into the skin of his back. He waited as she came before allowing his pleasure to come. They were both too exhausted to speak about what happened, and Mallory did not even know where to begin.
She had never slept with a man she hadn’t known for at least a month. That was her one rule, never go to bed until she knew the man. It was not about him fucking her and then moving on; it was about making sure she enjoyed the sex as much as the man did. You can tell a lot about a man on how much he gives and how much he takes during sex.
And while David may be getting paid to supply her needs, she could tell that this was above what was expected of him from his benefactor. Mallory could tell aside from all the playful flirting, that David had returned to her room because he had been just as attracted to her as she was to him. That gave her pleasure.
The only thing she worried about at this particular moment was if he would expect something more after this encounter and if he’d want her to back out of the sex she fully expected from the clone she’d be set up with. Either he would want to continue this and not want her to be with anyone else, or he would be okay with her having both fantasies.
That is when it hit her like a bolt of lightning. “David, are you my sexual encounter for this weekend courtesy of Mr. Schilling or…” She did not want to finish the sentence.
David pulled back slightly so he could look at her. “Why, Miss Malone… I will take that as a compliment considering Mr. Schilling has produced some of the best images out there.” He slowly smiled at her as he watched the wheel spinning in her head. He actually laughed as the emotions and thoughts showed on her face of what she was thinking. “But I can assure you that I am not a clone. At least I don’t think I am, but then I suppose the clones don’t realize that they are the clones really.”
The thoughts that gave her had her fearing she had fallen down the rabbit hole and landed smack dab on Alice herself as she wondered where she was. “David, I don’t think I can fight through all the questions that statement brings to my mind. So, I’m just going to push that aside and ask you to do something else for me right now.”
“Yes, Miss Malone. What can I do for you?”
Mallory grinned wickedly before replying, “Do that to me one more time, please kind sir.”
David chuckled outright. “Why, of course Miss Malone. Jumping right on that.”
