Dream Park

By Nadine Wilder

Join Tanya on a fun ride in this sexy theme park near Amsterdam, where the attractions
are designed with pure pleasure in mind.

Of course, the going sometimes gets tough behind the scenes, especially when her boss's
lover, the fearsome Lorraine, wields her whip.

But Tanya loves her work: making sure that every customer is fully satisfied seems more
like play, and fellow-worker Ellie is the perfect playmate.

Until, suddenly, there's trouble in paradise ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Ambrose
• Release date: Sep 5, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465802293

Nadine Wilder

Nadine Wilder writes raunchy books in various dramatic settings. She also writes as Vivienne LaFay, Rebecca Ambrose, Nadine Wilder and Rosanna Challis.

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Dream Park

by

Nadine Wilder

Copyright©Nadine Wilder 2011

CHAPTER ONE

Tanya Fielding had been stood up. Not by a man, but by her scatty girlfriend, Sue. They'd arranged to meet at a wine bar for a drink and a gossip but Sue had obviously forgotten. When Tanya phoned all she got was her friend's answer phone.

The wine bar was full and smoky, and Tanya didn't fancy being chatted up by any of the drunken males around her. The prospect of a night in with Martin was beckoning her back to her flat. They'd been dating for a year before he'd moved in with her, just three months ago, and she was still enjoying the domestic bliss. To have sex on tap, his hungry body needing hers practically every night, was even more exciting than Tanya had dreamed.

As she drove back home her imagination was streaking ahead, thinking up new delights for them to share. She would creep in and surprise him. Maybe she'd take her clothes off in the hall and keep just her bra and pants on underneath her coat. He'd probably be watching TV. What a thrill he'd have when she opened her coat. Knowing Martin he would jump on her at once and they'd have a wild session right there on the living room rug.

Tanya's hands tightened on the wheel as she turned into the familiar road, her mind buzzing with anticipation. Between her clenched thighs she could feel the throbbing heart of her sex gearing up, making her pulse flutter with impatience. She'd wondered if living with Martin would change things, if her desire for him would diminish when he became too readily available, but if anything she only wanted him more.

Sometimes it was hard to control herself at work, where Martin occupied the office next door. They'd met at the Christmas party and it had been lust at first sight. After only spending half an hour at the party Martin had whisked her off to his flat and she'd ended up staying the whole weekend. Their appetite for each other had been voracious, and since Tanya had only had a couple of gin and tonics beforehand she knew it wasn't just the booze.

The attraction between them had been pure chemistry, and to her amazement it had scarcely diminished during the following months. Tanya had been wary of giving up her independence, but when Martin's landlord told him he was putting the house up for sale he had nowhere else to go, and moving in with his girlfriend had been the obvious option.

Tanya drew up outside the block and killed the engine. For a few moments she just sat in the car, filled with a happy awareness of her own arousal. She could feel her nipples pressing through her bra and top, tingling with expectation, and she couldn't resist groping beneath her coat and giving each of them a quick tweak. Instead of satisfying her, Tanya felt her libido rise to an unbearable degree and she squeezed her hand between her thighs, relishing the sensual heat that rose to fill her entire body with erotic excitement.

'God, this is going to be good!' she told herself as she got quietly out of the car.

Tanya was surprised to see a faint glow coming from their bedroom. Surely Martin hadn't gone to bed that early? But the sitting room was unlit. She went up to the front door and opened it softly, clicking it shut behind her. The hall was dark, and she had no difficulty in getting undressed then putting her coat on over her undies. Suppressing an urge to giggle, she crept up to the door of the bedroom and turned the handle. Opening it a crack, she peeped in.

What she saw made Tanya's heart skip several beats. Instead of finding Martin alone in bed, reading or wanking as she'd expected, she discovered with a shock that he had company. Very sexy-looking company, too. From the doorway Tanya saw a mane of shiny blonde hair, a slim back and a pair of buttocks that were clenching rhythmically as they bounced up and down on his outstretched thighs.

Tanya's first instinct was to rush in and start screaming, hitting out hysterically at her cheating lover and that anonymous bitch, but then her natural caution took hold. She realised that so long as they didn't know she was there she had the upper hand. To lose control of herself would be to lose control of the situation, and she was far too canny for that. Once the first shock was over Tanya realised that what she wanted more than anything in the world right then was not the satisfaction of venting her feelings in a show of hysterics, but revenge, pure and sweet.

She backed away and went into the sitting room to think. Upstairs she could hear the couple murmuring, making the little love-sounds that she and Martin made, every damn night, in that same damn bed. Her bed! Tanya felt her anger rise from her heart to her throat, like bitter bile.

The bastard! How could he cheat on her like that? She thought of how it had been just that morning, her lover waking with a hard-on and letting her taking full advantage of it, riding him with eager athleticism until she came in a series of mind-blowing spasms that really set her up for the day. At work she had been totally wired, longing for the evening and then remembering that she was due to meet Sue. Disappointed at having to postpone her love-making with Martin, she'd nevertheless decided to duplicate that morning's session when she returned. It was a treat she'd looked forward to all day.

And now this. Tears of righteous self-pity started to flow, but Tanya wiped them away with the back of her hand. Why, oh why, when things seemed to be going so well between them . . . ? But she had learnt long ago that men often behaved in ways that were inexplicable to women, and vice-versa. To puzzle it out right now would be a waste of precious time. Soon the fucking upstairs would stop and she would lose the advantage she had over the couple. She must think fast, decide what to do.

The sight of the video-recorder, tucked beneath the TV, gave her the clue she needed. Of course! She opened the cupboard and drew out their camcorder. She would film the sneaky lovers on the job! A grin spread over her tearful face as she imagined how Martin would feel when his cheating was so clearly exposed. There would be no room for denials, excuses, explanations. He'd would be gob-smacked when he saw the evidence of his bare-faced cheek!

She knew she must be quick to catch them at it. Martin would be expecting her home in a couple of hours, so he must have planned to get rid of his tart by then. Tanya pulled the lens cap off the camcorder then, carrying it in one hand, crept back to the bedroom door and peered in again.

The couple had changed position. This time the girl was lying back against the pillows with her legs spread apart while Martin's head could be seen between her thighs. An acute stab of jealousy seized Tanya. She loved him licking her, but it never seemed to last as long as she'd like. The girl was squeezing her own ample breasts as he tongued her towards a climax, her nipples sticking out like hard pink berries as she stroked them with her thumb tips. For a moment Tanya felt like abandoning her plan and rushing in there, grasping Martin's thick brown hair and yanking his head back so she could give him a good slap in the face.

But caution stopped her once again. She would only make herself look stupid and hysterical that way, losing all her dignity. It was far better to stick to Plan A. Slowly Tanya raised the viewfinder to her right eye and switched on. Her only worry was that the couple would hear the whir of the camera, but fortunately the girl was starting to moan and groan quite loudly as Martin propelled her towards orgasm. With luck the noise of the filming would go unheeded by the pair of them.

When she had them in her sights Tanya began to film. As she'd hoped, the faint whirring of the camera went unheard as the girl noisily approached a climax. Tanya zoomed in on them, the all-seeing eye of the lens taking in the turgid nipples, the sweaty cleavage, the red flush that swept over her chest as she finally came. Then she stopped filming, afraid of being heard in the quiet aftermath of their passion.

But there was scarcely any lull in the proceedings. Tanya saw Martin raise his head, heard him mutter, 'God, I can't wait to get inside you!' and they were at it once more. This time the camcorder recorded the sight of his huge erection as he got onto his knees and pointed it towards her gleaming, open pussy. She was so hot for it she reached out and grabbed at his dick, guiding it into her, and soon he was pushing away with his lean buttocks towards the camera and Tanya felt a strange mixture of triumph and despair.

Soon she would have the whole sordid episode captured on tape, and someday, somehow, she would surprise him with it. His tart was writhing in shameless pleasure as he drove into her with maximum force, striving to reach his own climax, oblivious of everything except the blind urge to come. Tanya suspected he felt under pressure to get it over with before his live-in lover came home – or so he imagined. She gave a small smirk. That bastard thought he was getting away with it when, all the time, he was just digging himself in deeper and deeper.

Deciding she had enough evidence, Tanya stopped filming and crept away, wondering what to do next. She went into the sitting room and briefly ran the video. Satisfied that she had enough incriminating action, she removed the film and replaced the camcorder in the cupboard. Then she went into the hall, grabbed her clothes and slipped back out through the front door.

Tanya drove around the streets for an hour or so, just trying to absorb the implications of what she'd seen that night, striving to come to terms with her feelings of loss and betrayal. There were so many unanswered questions buzzing around her brain. Had he cheated on her before? Who was that bimbo in their bed? Did she know Martin was living with another woman? Was this just a one-night stand, or did they have more of a relationship? How could Martin abuse her hospitality like that, when she'd taken him into her home in his hour of need? The more she pondered on the situation the madder Tanya became. Only the thought of her video-taped evidence kept her sane.

Tanya began to wonder exactly how to deliver that evidence for greatest impact. Eventually she hatched a plan that had her bouncing in her seat with vengeful excitement. It would take a week or so to organise, but so what? The satisfaction would be all the greater when it finally arrived. She pictured her lover's astonished face and grinned, but soon found she was smiling through her tears.

There were over a dozen people crowded into the flat on Saturday night, all friends of Tanya and Martin. She had managed to persuade him to hold a 'flat-warming,' even though they hadn't moved into a new place.

'After all, we have set up a new life together here, haven't we?' she'd told him, forcing a smile. 'I'd like to hold a party to celebrate.'

It had been hard keeping up the pretence all week. She'd had to pretend to be friendly with Martin at work, and even more friendly at home, when all the time she'd secretly wanted to scratch his eyes out. She wondered if he'd have the nerve to invite that tart along to the party. Although she had no wish to encounter her face to face, in a way she hoped the bitch would turn up. It would give her great satisfaction to see the pair of them publicly humiliated.

Now the beer and wine were flowing freely as Tanya passed amongst the guests, making a beeline for her friend Sue in the kitchen.

'I really want to apologise for forgetting our date last weekend,' she said, her brown eyes giving Tanya a contrite look. 'It completely slipped my mind. I hope you don't think . . .'

'You were doing me a favour as it happens,' Tanya smiled, squeezing her hand affectionately.

'A favour?'

'All will be revealed!' Tanya said cryptically. 'Any more wine?'

'Oh, yes please!'

'I was asking because I wanted some! I haven't had yet. Have these drunkards slurped all the good stuff, do you know, or will I have to drink plonk?'

Tanya knew she was projecting a light, carefree image and that was the way she wanted it. When the moment of vengeance came she didn't want anyone thinking she was doing it out of petty vindictiveness. She wanted the whole thing to seem like a naughty practical joke, even though she was burning up with jealous rage inside.

The bitch didn't appear, much to her disappointment, but Tanya didn't waste much time speculating over what that meant. Besides, it wasn't some anonymous bimbo she really wanted to destroy, only Martin, faithless, cheating Martin. She could see him on the other side of the room laughing and joking with his mates between gulps of beer, quite oblivious of the cruel entertainment that she'd scheduled for the evening, in which he was going to star. She felt almost sorry for him.

Until she remembered the sight of his heaving buttocks, and the erotic cries of his partner as he thrust her higher and higher into seventh heaven.

It was almost midnight and the party was in full swing when Tanya suddenly announced, 'Listen, everybody, I've something I want to show you. A video.'

'Oh good, home movies!' someone shouted.

A raucous voice yelled, 'X-rated, I hope! What is it, Tanya, you and Martin in bed together?'

'You wish!' she answered, coolly. 'Nothing so exciting as that I'm afraid. But I think you'll find it interesting all the same.'

'It's their holiday video!' someone else suggested.

Ignoring their speculations, Tanya knelt down and slotted the video into place. She could feel someone behind her and soon Martin's voice was in her ear, his hot breath on her neck. She squirmed, involuntarily.

'What are you doing?' he asked her, in a stage whisper. 'What video's this?'

'You'll see.'

Calmly she stood up and backed a few paces away from the video with the remote in her hand. When everyone was quiet she squatted down where she could get a good view of Martin's face, highlighted by a low lamp in the corner. With a faint smile she pressed the play button and the familiar bedroom scene appeared, framed in the doorway.

'It is a bloody sex video!' someone called. 'It's a bloke sucking a woman off.'

'Who are they?' someone else asked. 'That's not Tanya.'

'No, but it is Martin!' came a man's loud comment, followed by some stifled laughter.

Tanya stare at her lover's normally handsome face, now contorted into something animal and grotesque. His eyes were popping from his head, his mouth was hanging open in gormless fashion, and a flush was beginning to creep up from his neck. An unnatural hush fell in the room until the only sound that could be heard was the faint whir of the video machine.

'My God, Tanya, is this what I think it is?' she heard Sue's voice exclaim. Her friend had sidled up to her and was viewing the screen with an expression of distaste.

Tanya nodded, not taking her eyes off the spectacle of the voluptuous female in the throes of orgasm induced by cunnilingus. To her it was no longer shocking. It was almost sad, really.

'Tanya, shut that thing off!'

The choked sound of Martin's voice brought her to her senses and she turned to face him across the sea of shocked faces. She turned the sound down but allowed the video to continue running, while she gave the small speech she had prepared.

'I'm sorry for inviting you all here under false pretences this evening,' she began. 'You came thinking you were going to help us celebrate the start of a more stable relationship. Instead, you are witnesses to the end of Martin and me. I wanted you all to know why. What you are seeing on video is exactly what I saw when I came home unexpectedly early last weekend. I'm sorry, but I can't . . . I can't . . .'

Tanya couldn't bring herself to look at her stricken lover but rushed from the room, heading for the bathroom. She was going to be sick. Locking the door behind her she knelt down before the toilet bowl and threw up, loudly and copiously, until the bitter lump of anger that she had been carrying around her heart all week had been broken up and spewed out in little pieces.

There came a cautious tapping at the bathroom door.

'Go away!' Tanya screamed.

'It's me, Sue. Please let me in!'

Reluctantly Tanya moved to the door. 'Sorry, Sue. I just don't want to ever set eyes on that bastard again.'

'I know. That's why I'm suggesting you come back with me.'

Tanya's mood lightened a little. 'You mean, spend the night at your flat.'

'Yes, if you like. You can have my bed and I'll sleep on the sofa.'

Tanya opened the door, filled with relief, and the two women crept out of the house while some kind of post mortem was going on in the back room. Sue said that several guests had left in disgust and those who were left were having to put up with a very drunken Martin. As they sped through the night Tanya felt the burden lift from her heart.

'God, Sue, I've really been through it this past week.'

'I can imagine. But what you did tonight was brilliant! I don't think Martin will dare show his face around for a while.'

'Maybe. But what worries me is having to go to work on Monday. Obviously everyone in the office will know what happened – some of them were there. I didn't really think through the consequences, but now I reckon I've no choice but to resign.'

'It's Martin who should resign, if you ask me.'

'But he won't, I know him. He'll brave it out. No, I'll be giving in my notice on Monday, that's for sure.'

'But what will you do for a job?'

'Something will turn up. It always does.'

But that night, curled up in Sue's bed, Tanya felt the ache of being alone again. Used to having sex on tap, she writhed restlessly beneath the duvet as sleep evaded her. At last she put her hand between her damp thighs to find the slippery crevice that concealed her throbbing clitoris and she began to rub the hood gently, coaxing the sensitive nub to give forth its bounty of rich, sensual pleasure.

In her aroused state it didn't take her long to reach a climax, but Tanya felt only partially satisfied afterwards. In many ways it would be a relief to be without a man for a while, after what Martin had done to her, but she knew she was in for a long string of lonely nights and the prospect depressed her.

Going to work on Monday wasn't quite as bad as she'd feared. Martin was being more or less ostracised and all the sympathy was with her, but even so she handed in her notice. The fear of bumping into her ex-lover haunted her all day so that she was hardly able to concentrate on the job in hand. When she passed him in the corridor she shrank from him, even though he tried to approach her with an apology.

'Keep away from me!' she snapped, hurrying back to her room.

A part of her was afraid that if she gave him half an ear he would persuade her to go back to him. Although she loathed the thought and still felt angry at the way he'd treated her, she was missing the physical side of their relationship really badly. A cowardly voice in her ear was suggesting she should forgive him for what was probably a once-only lapse. But she knew she would never be able to trust him fully again.

Martin took a day off and packed up all his things while Tanya was at work, but although he took the hint and moved out of her personal life he showed no inclination to give up his job as well. Tanya was finding the tension unbearable. It wasn't just Martin's presence that upset her, it was the fact that everyone else knew what had happened between them. So she scanned the local paper every day for jobs. There were few adverts that attracted her, however, and soon she persuaded herself to look further afield.

'I need a complete break,' she told Sue. 'And I don't want to work in an office any more. I'm fed up with the claustrophobic atmosphere that you always get.'

'Have you thought of going abroad? There's a magazine full of adverts for work in Europe. Why don't you get that?'

Tanya did as Sue suggested but the majority of jobs on offer seemed to be either manual or office jobs, neither of which she fancied. But then, tucked away in the back pages, she came across an intriguing ad for work in Holland.

'Adult Theme Park need staff,' she read. 'Only Broad-minded adults over 21 need apply. All kinds of work available.'

She showed the ad to Sue. 'I'm intrigued,' she confessed. 'I think I'll give them a try.'

She faxed her details and, within a few days, a reply came back asking her to go to Amsterdam for interview. They even offered to pay her fare.

'What have I got to lose?' she told Sue, with a grin. 'It'll be a nice break, even if I don't get the job. And I can let the flat while I'm away and earn myself some extra dosh there.'

A week later Tanya found herself on board a bus bound for Amsterdam. It was obvious why most of them were going there. The atmosphere was a mixture of laid-back and crazy, with plenty of improvised music and conversation. She enjoyed the trip but when she arrived, travel-weary and the thought of having to go to a job interview was daunting.

Armed with a street map Tanya eventually found the converted warehouse where the interviews were being held. A female receptionist greeted her with a smile and ushered her into a waiting room where she was relieved to find that she was the only one waiting.

'My name is Anna. Mr Vander will see you in a few moments,' she was told. 'Perhaps you'd like to take a look at our brochure. It will give you some idea of what the job entails.'

Flipping through the pages, Tanya soon discovered that the 'theme' of the Theme Park was sex, sex, sex! The 'rides' were graphically described.

'Get your kicks on the Big Pricks. The Carousel that will ring your bell!'

Or, 'Ride Astride through Cherry Canyon. The Tunnel of Love that lives up to its name!'

Tanya only had time to get the general idea when the office door opened and a tall, handsome man beckoned her in. His hair was fair, curling attractively around his ears, and the corners of his blue eyes crinkled when he smiled. She guessed he was in his mid-thirties.

'You must be Tanya,' he smiled, holding out his hand. 'I'm Clark Vander, owner-manager of Dream Park. Why don't you take a seat. Would you care for some coffee?'

She was impressed by his polite manner and the graceful way he moved. Although she assumed he was Dutch his English was impeccable, with hardly a trace of accent. I like this man already, she thought.

While they both drank coffee he conducted the conversation with such casual ease that Tanya scarcely realised she was being interviewed. He seemed the kind of man one could confide in, and soon she found herself telling him all about Martin's infidelity. He laughed uproariously when she told him about the video.

'That shows some spirit! I like that in a woman. But are you sure you'd be ready for such a big change? This job would be nothing like your last one.'

'I could do with a change,' she sighed. 'And the fact that you're hiring staff from all over Europe sounds exciting.'

Not just Europe, I've taken on a couple of Australians. But the one thing my staff must have in common is broad-mindedness. There'll be no room for prudishness. I hope you understand that. Our guests will be coming here for one thing only: sexual gratification. I hope to offer that in novel and exciting ways that are nevertheless under control. But inevitably things may get out of hand from time to time. Do you think you could cope with that?'

'I'd like to try.'

'Good. Because I think you might well be suitable, Tanya. Now I want to show you our promotional video, just to give you a better idea of what we're going to be offering.'

They moved through to a small viewing room and the receptionist switched on the video while Tanya sat beside Clark. She found his proximity quite unsettling and it didn't take her long to work out that she was very attracted to him.

Her experience with Martin should have lit a warning light, but somehow it didn't seem to matter. Despite the sexy aura that surrounded him he was such a gentleman. And, in an odd way, quite a stickler for propriety. Instead of putting her off it only seemed to make him more alluring, but at least she felt safe.

The film showed the entrance to 'Dream Park' which was a huge figure of a woman, along the lines of a Sheila Na Gig, her gaping cunny forming the way in. Behind it loomed an all-weather perspex dome that housed all the attractions.

'We've set up the park in its own secure grounds, just outside of Amsterdam,' Clark explained. 'That way we risk offending no-one. Visitors will be transported in our own coaches from the city centre.'

The film showed a pleasant, landscaped area with the various attractions dotted around it. There were a couple of hotels and several bars and restaurants too.

'If you join us, you will be allocated a staff flat,' Clark went on. 'Of course you will need to inspect the site first. I can arrange for you to visit this afternoon, if you wish.'

Tanya soon realised