Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Book 3 ~ Delta of Venus Inc.)

By Verena Vincent

Mona Porter has, literally, worked her butt off to transform herself from an unhappy, overweight spinster to a strong, confident, man-magnet. Well, sort of. She’s still working on the man-magnet part. Personal trainers helped her lose the weight and her therapist worked through some of her self-esteem issues, so now there’s only one thing standing between her and finding an appropriately safe, supportive and sensitive man to share her life with: Her virginity.

As a teenager she wasn`t ready to lose her V-card so decided to save herself for true love. She had no idea that guy would be this late. At forty her biological clock is ticking like mad and she can’t wait much longer if she wants to be a mom. She needs to find a suitable partner ASAP but hates the thought of explaining why she’s an innocent at her advanced age. So she formulates a plan to get rid of her hated hymen without the awkwardness of the whole expired cherry discussion.

Professionals worked for her other obstacles, so why not hire one to help her with the last hurdle between her and happily ever after? She can have the perfect honeymoon with the ideal fake bridegroom. All she has to do is pay for it. Lucky for her, Delta of Venus Inc., is prepared to fulfill her fantasy.

She can have anything she desires and to her that means a kind, gentle lover to tenderly initiate her into the world of love-making. At least that’s her plan until she meets an aggravating, dominating, dirty-talking bad-boy who introduces her to mind-blowing lust instead. And possibly a whole lot more.

She’s spent her first forty years hiding from life. Is she really ready to risk her heart on a man like him?

Warning: This novella contains adult content including the inappropriate use of a public bathroom, one reference to penis-wrestling, some rather silly names for male masturbation and a lot of verbal foreplay.
Approximately 38,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Verena Vincent
• Release date: Jan 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310360978

Verena Vincent

Tamara Larson (Verena Vincent) is a romance novel and Diet Coke addict. She is a child of the eighties, and has moved approximately 20 times all over North America. Currently she lives within a stone's throw of the Pacific Ocean.Her formal education includes a Bachelor of Arts and a Professional Writing Diploma. But most of her education came from secretly reading books by Linda Howard, Joanna Lindsay, Piers Anthony and Stephen King. (Yes, a weird mix.)Her true calling became evident when she interned at a literary magazine, a tourist magazine, and a newspaper. She didn't exactly make a splash at any of them. So, she began writing what she enjoyed - novels with fun characters, quick dialogue, and steamy love scenes.Verena is currently working on her next full length novel, "Mild Gone Wilde."

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Mona’s Honeymoon Fantasy

Verena Vincent

Copyright 2014 Verena Vincent

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Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy

(Book 3 - Delta of Venus Inc.)

By Verena Vincent

Prologue

I know this is going to sound like a complete cliché, Mona Porter said with a shrug and a rueful half-smile. But I really am a 40-year-old virgin. Just like the movie. Except I don’t need to wax my chest. Her tone was filled with laughter but her gaze was direct and unapologetic. This was clearly a woman who wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed about her unusual state of chastity. Or if she was, she was hiding it remarkably well.

Elizabeth Bright, Vice President of Delta of Venus Inc., stared across her desk at the poised woman who’d just uttered such an unbelievable statement. She tried very hard not to snort with disbelief and was almost successful in hiding her incredulity, except for a tell-tale quirking of her full lips. After a few awkward moments of waiting for her latest client to start laughing at her own lame attempt at humour, Elizabeth realized that Miss Porter was serious. Alarm bells immediately started going off in her head. Obviously the attractive woman before her had issues if she felt she had to pretend to be a virgin to get what she wanted from a fantasy fulfillment agency. Granting women their darkest desires was, after all, their business.

Trying to salvage the serious tone of their interview Elizabeth leaned forward, laid a hand on her own chest and spoke with uncharacteristic gentleness to Mona. Miss Porter. You realize that I’m not here to judge you in any way. You’re sexual history is of no interest to me. My company is here to fulfill your honeymoon fantasy. That’s our purpose and our function. Whether you’re a virgin or a porn star, it’s irrelevant to us as long as the appropriate precautions are utilized. So there’s really no reason to exaggerate your, um, status, shall we say?

Mona sighed. I really wish I was exaggerating but I’m not. I am an actual technical virgin. And no, I’m not a former nun and no; I don’t suffer from any kind of debilitating germ or social phobias. My situation is nothing like that. She shrugged. I just never met the right guy and now that I’m forty it’s pretty unlikely that I will meet someone halfway normal who isn’t freaked out by my inexperience. So, I figure, why not do this right and have the honeymoon I’ve always dreamed of, deflowering and all? With a man who knows what he’s doing and won’t be intimidated by the fact that I’m a complete novice. Then, maybe I can move on and find someone without worrying about them judging me once they learn my secret.

Elizabeth studied Mona carefully as she spoke, watching for some sign of deception but there wasn’t anything about her client’s manner to indicate she spoke anything less than the truth. Elizabeth felt herself growing curious for the first time in a very long time. She dealt with frustrated, lonely women on a daily basis and very little about Mona struck her as lonely or frustrated.

For one thing, she was lovely. Middle-aged spinsters didn’t usually look like they’d just stepped off the cover of a fitness magazine, did they? But that’s exactly what Mona Porter looked like. In her mint-green, sleeveless blouse and black, tailored skirt it was obvious she spent a lot of time at the gym. There was true definition in her arms and her waist was positively tiny. Somehow, despite her toned figure, she remained femininely curved and downright sexy.

So how exactly did a beautiful woman like this manage to avoid romantic entanglements? Was there something wrong with her that wasn’t obvious? Or did she speak the truth? Had she actually managed to get through twenty-some years of adulthood totally ignoring her libido? It was incredible but it would seem that she was dealing with an actual 40-year-old virgin. Now, how was she going to convince one of her guys to take on the role of devirginator?

Internally, she mentally flipped through her roster of Scene Facilitators and frowned. Not a single one of them seemed likely to want to take on this particular fantasy. Not because they wouldn’t be attracted to Mona. Each and every one of the men employed by Delta of Venus Inc., would be delighted to spend an exotic weekend on a tropical island with the curvaceous Miss Porter.

The problem was that despite being part-time prostitutes, all the men she employed would balk at taking a woman’s virginity. They did what they did because they loved sex and enjoyed giving women pleasure more than anything, not because they were without ethics. Of a sort.

But initiating a woman into sex was different: messier and more emotional. Being paid to take a woman’s innocence would definitely go against the moral compass of her guys. Damn it. Why did she have to employ gigolos with such high standards anyway? Sometimes it would be useful to have at least one morally ambiguous stud to help out with awkward situations like this.

Elizabeth shook her head and made a heroic effort to stay focused on the conversation rather than her doubts regarding her ability to fulfill Mona’s fantasy. She would bribe, threaten or persuade one of them if required. Right now she needed information. You said you were a technical virgin. What does that mean exactly? Not to be intrusive but your future fantasy bridegroom should probably know what to expect.

Mona sighed. Well, it means that I had a boyfriend in high school. We did everything. Except actual sex.

So, no penetration?

Mona shook her head once from side to side. Nope. You see, I was pretty much terrified of getting pregnant. My mom had me at fifteen and really struggled to survive. She made it sound like a nightmare. Her family abandoned her and she had to quit school. So when I turned twelve she began harping on abstinence. By the time I was 17 I was so paranoid about continuing the whole teen pregnancy family tradition that there was no way I was taking any chances. My boyfriend claimed he spent his entire senior year with blue balls. Her lips turned up in a fond smile at this admission.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow in surprise. Poor guy. He must have really loved you.

Mona’s smile widened. He did. That was part of the problem. He made it hard for other guys to measure up. He was so patient and determined to put my fears to rest. She fiddled with the sparkly black bangles at her wrist and then stared out the massive window behind Elizabeth for a long moment. He was sexy as hell but I just couldn’t get past it. When we finally broke up, I never found anyone who made me feel like that again. And since I never had sex with Joe, it felt wrong to do it with someone I didn’t want nearly as much.

Elizabeth made a small notation on Mona’s application and nodded. This is starting to make a bit more sense now. Are you still terrified of getting pregnant?

Not at all. Mona looked a bit sheepish. Ironically, I would love to become pregnant now. I’m financially secure and adore children. That’s part of the reason I’m here.

Elizabeth shook her head. Miss Porter, I don’t know what you’ve been told, but we don’t actually provide stud service here.

Mona chuckled. I realize that, she said dryly. What I meant was that I’d like to get this whole virginity thing out of the way, so I can pursue a real relationship and maybe even have a child someday soon. Before it’s too late. And I need some experience to be able to move forward with that.

Hold on. Don’t you think most men would love to be with a virgin? Isn’t there a plethora of porno movies dedicated to just that premise?

Sex with an eighteen-year-old virgin cheerleader, maybe. A forty-year-old one, however, is just plain scary to most guys. Or at least that’s been my experience.

How so?

Mona shrugged. Well, one guy I dated briefly a few years ago practically ran when I told him I was a virgin. He said he couldn’t take the pressure. According to him I must have totally unrealistic expectations about sex because I’ve waited so long.

And do you? Have unrealistic expectations?

Mona chuckled again. Probably. I’ve read about a million romance novels and I think they may have compounded my high expectations. So yes, I do expect sex to be fantastic. And your company guarantees I won’t be disappointed. Correct?

Elizabeth drew back from her desk and gave Mona a hard look. She couldn’t help it. She was disappointed. She’d liked this woman. Until it became obvious that she was looking for a free ride. Literally. Occasionally women like her requested an impossible fantasy hoping to enjoy their services without having to pay the ten thousand dollar fantasy fulfillment fee. None of these women had ever walked away unsatisfied. Well, except for that one time, but she wasn’t going to think about that.

Delta of Venus Inc., does, in fact, promise complete satisfaction, but you must admit your circumstance is very unique and one that we’ve never encountered before. Elizabeth shook her elegant blonde head and closed the folder on her desk. "I’m sorry, but I’m not sure if we can honour our money back guarantee when your experience with us is bound to involve some awkwardness, maybe even pain, through no fault of our Scene Facilitator. The truth is that you are bound to be disappointed. And as much as I’d like to help you, this is a business and we do not fulfill women’s fantasies pro bono. She stood up and smiled coolly down at Mona. Now, best of luck with your deflowering. I’m sure you’ll find a man who is more than happy to help you with your situation." She stepped out from behind her massive marble-topped desk and began walking towards the door, already thinking about her lunch appointment with her brother.

Mona, however, wasn’t ready to be dismissed. She stayed put and stared out the window at the awe-inspiring view of downtown Vancouver. It was a clear day, for once, and the snowy peaks of the Rocky Mountains were visible above the roofs of the smaller surrounding buildings.

Miss Porter? Elizabeth turned back when she realized her client wasn’t following her to the lobby

I’m sorry. I think that came out wrong. Mona said softly, looking down at the emerald green clutch in her lap. I didn’t mean to imply that I expected losing my virginity to be without some discomfort. I realize that’s impossible. Multiple orgasms the first time out only happens in bodice ripper novels. I’m aware of that. She turned her head and gave Elizabeth a beseeching look. But what you can provide is an experience which is as close to every woman’s fairy tale honeymoon fantasy as possible. I want some gorgeous, incredibly sexy guy to pretend he’s crazy about me. But more than that, I don’t want the person I’m with to treat my virginity like a disease. Is that too much to ask? Can you help me?

Elizabeth felt herself softening. Perhaps Mona wasn`t looking to take advantage of DOV`s generous guarantee after all.

She slowly walked back to her desk and re-opened Mona’s folder. No. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. But you understand my position? I really can’t promise this won’t be a huge disappointment to you. The odds are that you will walk away feeling cheated somehow. As a result, I can’t in good conscience guarantee your complete satisfaction. Our Scene Facilitators are excellent at what they do but they aren’t magicians. Do you understand what I’m telling you?

Mona nodded eagerly. Yes. You’re saying that there won’t be any refunds if this is a complete disaster.

Exactly.

Will it? Be a disaster, do you think?

Elizabeth sat back down and studied Mona carefully. Well, no, I don’t think it will be disastrous in the slightest. Provided you commit to the fantasy and stay in character. She flipped a page and read for a moment. You’ll be playing a bride in love with her new husband, escaping to the island of Maui to consummate your marriage. Is that correct?

Mona nodded eagerly. "Yes, that’s it