Now it’s Friday, yesterday’s tomorrow. The day that yesterday was full of promise and potential in the future is now our present reality, and we’ll spend it making tomorrow’s memories. I hope that tomorrow you’ll have plenty of pleasant memories of what today turns out to be.
Oh yes Friday and that brings Friday’s Fantasy—-is it a fantasy or is it reality. Not all of what you will see posted here for Friday’s Fantasy will be a fantasy some will be true stories. Some will be mine, some might not be—A tad of mystery for Friday’s Fantasy. However if you ever want to know something and I am at liberty to share it, I will.

Here goes……

He opened the door I looked him in the eye for a second, and then nervously glanced away.
“You must be Ed.
He smiled, even though I was no longer looking at him.
“You must be Macy”?
Nodding I stepped through the doorway as he says “Come in.”
He shut the door behind him and I followed him into a room, his office.
I expected him to get straight to work.
Before he could speak, I turned to face him, “Can we talk first?”
“Yes, but remember there are some things we can not talk about.” “You are here as my patient
some things will be off limits for us.”
Drawing a deep breath then letting it out slowly as I moved closer to him, looking straight into his eyes,
“Are you married?”
“No.”
“Are you in a relationship?”
“No.”

Reaching up to rested my hand on his shoulder. “I guess you want to get started.”
He moves away for a moment, looks deep into my eyes, seeing something for the first time the pain that hides so deep within.
“You are not what I expected; you are not what I usually see.”
I thought quickly, smiled slightly “You were expecting someone taller?”
With anger in his eyes, he replied “Macy that’s not what I meant.”
I laughed as if mocking him and quickly tried to cover my true feelings for I do not let them show.
No they are seldom known. I can not hurt again for it will be too painful.

Ed moves around me quickly, away from his desk and toward the sofa in his office.
He motions for me to have a seat.
I can’t say anything but wonder if I will enjoy this…..will it be any good this time or will it be like all other times?
“Macy this is not about right or wrong, I will help you, just relax and enjoy this—-just enjoy what feels good”.
Ed reaches over and began to slide his hands along my shoulders, a caress of excruciating slowness.

Sweeping aside my hair, he exposed my neck, kissing slowly along the ears as he nibbled, dragging his palms over my soft skin, touches that have me shivering when I shouldn’t but I do—it has been so long but it is wrong.

His fingers swirl over my breast causing my nipples jump to tight perk peaks.
His large hands, such a contrast to my dainty one as I begin to oreach out toward him.
I’m so distracted; I’ve forgotten this is all wrong.
I would never have thought that just these touches would scatter my thoughts so completely or would have me so aware of my body.
I have always fought these feelings, but this time.
Why….. something is different?
My breathlessness is surprising the hell out of me, it is so grudging unwelcome, I just can not help this—

He is pressed so close I can feel him as he grows, his tongue is paying attention to my breast, he could be playing music with my nipples as he flicks them. One then the other ever so often nipping them with his teeth hearing the response he wanted my gasp.

My basic objective was to establish a credible cover; I have to do something,…..things have gone too far there is no turning back…. No…..but how do I do this? He must never know my part in all this—
I never intended to respond to him, I have never responded to one before.

I feel the whisper of his cock growing through his pants. I know just how far, I have been instructed to go and where I was to stop.

I was sent to perform my duty, get it done and get out;
I have to finish this get it on tape then out of here without going to far.
Now let me see if I can only get the right words from him.
Time to crank it up, “Ed, you know what I need and I going to get it from you?”

I lean into him and begin to kiss him and caress his already hard cock, grinding against him and pulling away, “Ed I need the prescription now before I complete my deal”.

“You seem so different Macy, not like the others”.
“I don’t know what it is, something is so different” .
My heart begins to pound, excitement or fear?

Angrily—- he jerks away and goes over and pulls out his prescription pad.

“What drug do you want?”
I don’t say anything for just a second, not sure if I can because here I am all responding to him—-as never have I before, can I do this—-I must.

Thankful that I have a piece of paper I just hand it to him and turn my face so the tears can not be seen.
Why this time of all times I wonder.—-he completes his portion of the deal.

Now it is all up to me, when all of a sudden the door opens and in walks my partners with handcuffs and a warrant.
I have just completed my first undercover assignment.

A little mystery, a little sex, and the truth. The name used here is the name I used when I did that case.
Many of you have heard me speak of my friend David, he was very active in undercover work. He recruited me to help from time to time when they felt someone with some Medical background might me needed and they did not have a full time agent. Now you know why Walker made me a Bond Girl and it had nothing to do with being his friend, making him laugh and helping him through difficult times….
He knew my Talents—Real Talents. Undercover ones that is.

As for Ed, with the help of a very good attorney never served any time but did lose his DEA number.
He did not lose his medical license.
The jury found him not guilty of having sex in exchange for the writing of narcotic prescriptions. Their reasoning was the “ act of intercourse” did not take place.
Imagine—-10 females testified they had actually had intercourse with him and the tape I made up to the point of the arrest was used—–he was still found not guilty.
The 10 females who testified were said to not be credible as they each had questionable background. History of narcotic abuse.

This was my first undercover case.
It was not my last.
I won some I lost some
Such is life.