The Park Rangers

The Pleasure Club 1

Cobblestone Press LLC

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Could letting go of her inhibitions change her future?

Julie works to pleasure others. As a sex phone hotline operator, it’s her job, not her joy.

She’s tired of living without pleasure or happiness in her life. Acting on impulse, she decides to venture beyond the familiar and partake in her deepest darkest fantasy. One which requires the skill and patience of two rugged and rogue rangers.

Can Julie stop hiding and learn to except this wilder, more wanton facet of herself? Can letting go set her free from the regrets of past mistakes and guide her to a more prosperous future?

The Park Rangers
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The Park Rangers

The Pleasure Club 1

Cobblestone Press LLC

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Word Count: 8,000
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Dear Ms. Julie Channing,

We’re pleased to welcome you to The Pleasure Club.

As you have already signed and returned the contract and filled out all the necessary forms to ensure you receive your every wish, we will be in touch with you shortly with the details of your first Pleasure Night. Your Wish List and Pleasure Forms have been turned over to our staff of highly trained Pleasure Guardians, and they are hard at work finding your perfect match.

We will endeavor to meet your personal fantasy.

When you are contacted again, you will be given a location where your Pleasure Night will begin, and you will also be given a safe word to use should you at any time become uncomfortable. There is no shame in changing your mind. We’re here for your pleasure, and should your safe word be used, your match for the evening will cease all activity, and the game will be put on hold until a mutual agreement between you and your Pleasure Masters can be reached.

Once again, welcome to The Pleasure Club. Please feel free to contact the office at any time should you have any questions.

Yours truly,

The Pleasure Club Management

* * * * *


Your Pleasure Night will begin Monday, the twentieth, at Everglades National Park around three p.m. Please find enclosed a map of the park with the necessary parking area and hiking paths highlighted for your convenience. To fully meet your request, we ask that you not deviate from what we’ve specified.

Also included is a cell phone number. If, for any reason, you encounter difficulties parking or while en route to meet your pleasure masters, the person on the other end will assist you. For extra safety, we will have spotters on the ground observing your arrival until you meet up with your pleasure masters. The safety of everyone involved in your pleasure night is of the utmost importance to us here at the club.

Your safe word is contraband.


The Pleasure Guardians

* * * * *

Waves of heat rose up from the blistering ground. It baked the soles of my hiking boots, and sucked the sweat from my pores to soak through my top and worn jeans. Sticky humidity weighted my every breath, engulfing me in its inferno.

To many, this was hell in the middle of July. Summer brought torrents of rain, and severe lightning that set fire to the pines and scattered wildlife.

But to me, it was heaven.

Bordered on all sides by wet prairies, the Pinelands boasted large, dense groves of sabal palm, saw palmetto, and Dade County Pine.

A slight, rain-scented breeze laced with smoke ruffled the hair at the nape of my neck, providing me some respite from the heat. Lightning arced through the trees, and the accompanying rumble of thunder followed seconds later. I progressed down the twenty-two mile long Old Ingraham Highway, passing a cluster of West Indian lilac. Somewhere in the distance an Eastern bluebird called.

My lungs labored with every step that took me away from the highway down another trail. My muscles burned. The forty pounds I carried strained my shoulder muscles. Sweat poured down my back and trickled between my breasts.

I was a long way from home. My boring existence as a sex hotline operator living sad and single in Detroit didn’t provide me much entertainment.

Since dropping out of college two years ago, I’ve worked to satisfy men and sometimes women. To get them off while I went to bed alone and unsatisfied.

Some callers were downright disgusting, some lonely. Whether they wanted something dirty from me or not, as long as I got paid, I didn’t care.

There were some callers, though, who piqued my curiosity with their vividly hot fantasies. There were nights when I didn’t have to fake an orgasm. My climax would slam into me with such force, I’d have to restrain myself to not lose control. I’d end the call and lie awake, tossing and turning, my pussy overflowing.

My fantasies became more vibrant as time passed. I didn’t just crave a night of hot, raunchy sex with one man but two. Two men who’d draw out the sultry, sexy woman inside me.

It was pure fate that introduced me to The Pleasure Club. My cousin, Amira, did nothing but rave about the skill of the pleasure masters.

She’d needed only one night with one master she called Michael to add some zest to her life. She’d gotten a bit of that and much more since her night eight months ago. Now she had a fiancée and a baby on the way. There was still hope for me. Letting go of my inhibitions would set me free and perhaps change my life, too.

How could I resist going after a fantasy, especially one that came custom-made, tailored to fulfill my every naughty desire? I was tired of breezing through life, never taking chances, never adventuring beyond the familiar. So what if I didn’t get into nursing school? I could be a kickass photographer. I just needed to take the plunge.

I needed to stop hiding and pretending Honey Trollop didn’t exist. I had to accept her as part of me—all of her. No more shy, boring Julie. It was time I went after what my body craved—to release my inner trollop.

I’d always loved the idea of a park ranger. My fantasy involved two rangers slaking my lust in one of the most magnificent national parks our country had to offer. I shared this deep, dark desire with Amira, along with my concerns about safety. She assured me that The Pleasure Club would be perfect for meeting and surpassing my every need, while maintaining the utmost discretion.

Satisfied, I acted on impulse. I booked my flight. Rented the SUV I had parked at Long Pine Key camping and picnic area, and reserved the hotel room to stay in after my Pleasure Club experience—all steps that brought me to where I was now, awaiting my Pleasure Masters.

A low rumbling nearby signaled the approach of a vehicle. Heat stirred inside me, a heat not entirely brought on by the extreme temperature.

A jeep crested the rise behind me. I stepped aside on the road to allow the official-looking vehicle to pass to my right. Instead of leaving me in its dust, the driver pulled over to the wide shoulder and parked.

He pushed up his visor and rolled down his window. The cool air inside the cab wafted out, bringing with it the scent of leather, sweat, and man. His dark gaze traveled slowly down my body. Its intensity sent my hormones rioting.

“Excuse me, ma’am. Are you lost?” he inquired, his eyes finally meeting mine. “You’re trespassing. This path isn’t safe for hiking. You’ll need to come with me to safer ground.”

“How does one look lost? Besides, you’ve never seen a woman walking alone?” I infused a hint of irritation in my tone so my words fell somewhere between annoyed and bitchy.

I was nowhere near being lost. About a quarter of a mile back, I purposefully ignored the “no trespassing” sign, walking under the gate barring my way.

“Folks don’t travel without a partner or two. Those who do are usually up to their necks in trouble.”

“Well, as you can see, my neck isn’t up to anything but getting covered in sweat and mosquito bites.” I swatted at the pest on my cheek. “It’s my shoulders and back that are starting to ache like a son of a bitch.”

I only slightly regretted including in my fantasy the parts involving me walking miles through the swamp carrying a sack heavy enough to bend me in two. The only thing keeping me going this past hour was the thought of the phenomenal fuck awaiting me—my reward for such persistence.

He eyed my gear. “How long are you planning to stay with us?”

“Just a day.”

He lifted a brow, skepticism flashing in his expression before his gaze became shuttered. A line formed in his tanned forehead. “That’s a lot for one person to be lugging around, especially for only spending a few hours on the trail. What do you have in there?”

“Nothing too impressive, just the things I need to make my hike more comfortable. Mostly water since I’m so hot.”

I wasn’t overheated yet, but I couldn’t wait to see how high this guy would take me.

“Show me. And while you’re at it, hand over some identification.”

“Is this necessary?” I shifted, repositioning my burden.

“It is if you’re in possession of something illegal. You’re trespassing and refusing to cooperate. I’m more than a little suspicious of what you have in that sack.”

“Suspicious? Of me? I’m harmless, Ranger.” I feigned an appearance of innocence. I widened my eyes before narrowing my gaze on his stark expression. “Just what are you thinking I’d find worth stealing? I’m just here for a relaxing hike. I’m trying to get in touch with my primitive self.”

“There’s plenty you could be carrying: some of our plant life, bird feathers, soil samples, rocks…”

“I didn’t get your name. I want to be sure I report the correct ranger to the National Park Service when I file my complaint.”

“Ranger Jim at your service, ma’am.” Ranger Jim slid his long body from the jeep. His khaki pants molded themselves to his tight ass, his matching buttoned down shirt stretched tight over his broad chest. He strode to me, unhurried, his stare penetrating. “Now, how about handing over your identification? And unless you want to show me your research and collecting permit, I’m taking you in. I’ve had enough of your games.”

“I haven’t done anything. You can’t do that.”

He stopped before me. He stood so close I could smell the cinnamon on his breath and the sharp tang of his aftershave. “I’m doing you a favor. We’ll go to my office where my partner and I will examine every item in that knapsack and on your person. Unless you want to get soaked out here. It makes no difference to me where we conduct our interview.”

I peered up at the approaching dark clouds. Thunder, low and ominous, roared in the distance.

I could fight him, but I’d lose. He had a good sixty pounds on me, and a good eight inches to my five foot three. I wasn’t a waif by any means, but he was well proportioned and all lean, hard muscle.

I glared into his tanned, angular face. “You and your partner, huh? You afraid you can’t handle me on your own?”

His full lips turned down into a severe frown. I thought I observed a glint of humor in his gaze, but when I looked again, I only saw the same blank expression as before. “Ranger Brad and I never work alone when dealing with a difficult tourist.”

I took a sip from my canteen. The cool water tasted delicious as it soothed my parched throat. “I can’t see how I’m being difficult. You’re the one who stopped me.”

“Are you going to hand over your identification, or should I just haul you in then strip search you myself?”

I took my time obeying his order. I reached into a jean pocket and removed my wallet, while sending him a defiant glare from under the brim of my old cowboy hat.

Only when I found my fake ID did I raise my gaze to his. I handed over the card. To The Pleasure Club, privacy was just as important as safety. When I approached Amira with my intentions, she explained how all interactions between club members must be anonymous. It was an individual choice whether or not to provide real names.

Ranger Jim scrutinized the ID with the photo of the woman with short red hair and blue eyes before glancing to me. I bought a pair of blue contacts and chopped off a good six inches to my natural fiery locks.

“Take off your hat.”

The hiss and crackle of the two-way radio echoed from inside the jeep. Ranger Jim turned his profile to me to reach inside the cab for the receiver. “This is Delta One.”

“This is Cougar Two. What’s the hold up? This storm’s a big one. Better get back to the station ASAP.”

“I’m heading back right now. Bringing a tourist in for questioning.”

“Shit,” Cougar Two snapped as he let out a long sigh. “So much for going home early.”

“I don’t think you’ll mind interviewing this particular tourist.” There was no way I could miss the dose of smugness in his tone. “Over and out, Delta One.”

I pulled my hat off to let it dangle by my side.

Ranger Jim backed from the truck and turned his focus on me. “So, Ms. Honey Trollop, will you come with me, or do I need to take you in by force?”

I advanced toward him, leaning in, breathing him in as I moved. My breasts brushed against him. My nipples tightened as I inhaled. “You won’t have to force me to do anything, Ranger Jim. I’m all yours.”

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