Catering For A Stag Do - Chapter 5 free porn video

It was nearing the end of May and business was thriving, Dave and Trish had good bookings for the next few months.  They found that every function they did, they invariably got one or two more from word of mouth, so their future was looking pretty secure.  The night in the penthouse had really saved their bacon, it wasn’t till the accountant did the books at the end of March that Dave realised just how close they had actually come to going belly up and losing everything. 

Bob had come good on his promise that he would give them some work.  Dave was now making lunches for Bob’s board meetings each month.  And they had catered for one of Bob's subsidiaries, at a get to know you evening.  The amount of work was getting to a point where he really could do with Trish being a lot more hands-on, especially for the corporate lunchtime trade that was building fast.  But Trish did not want to leave the teaching job now; she was really enjoying it.

They had had a few awkward days in the week after the stag do, but slowly as the weeks went by, they found it easier and easier to discuss everything that had happened,  In the last two months Trish had come to accept that her actions the on the night at the penthouse function, we're not going to destroy their marriage, and she started asking Dave to act out with her many of the more risqué things she had done or thought about that night.

The frequency of sex had been frantic in the first couple of weeks, often twice a day.  Trish had been insatiable, and their sex life changed quite abruptly, talking dirty was included, as well as blow jobs, something she had only ever been half-hearted about in the past.  They had even stepped off the track, on a bush walk, one weekend, and had a quick one up against a tree.  As much as he had tried, that had never happened before.

Outside the bedroom though, it was the straight, pure, Trish of old.  None of their friends or family would have ever suspected the changes that had taken place in their bedroom.

—-

As well as the usual functions they had done seven stag do’s in the last four months, an area of their business that was very successful and profitable.  The first one they did after ‘The penthouse night’, Silvia had asked if she could bring her flatmate, as Silvia warned Dave that she may have to stop stripping.  She had a new boyfriend and he was not happy about her work.  

Silvia explained to Dave, that Sally was attractive, eighteen, but struggling to make ends meet.  She was from Taihape, a small town halfway down the North Island, and worked as a shop assistant in a lingerie shop.  Dave was happy about having someone else on the books, as he knew the issues involved in having a girl phone in sick.  He asked Silvia to bring her around to the shop on Saturday morning and they would sort something out.

When he mentioned this to Trish, she said she wanted to be involved as well, and rode down to the shop with him on Saturday morning.  At around 11:30, Silvia walked through the door with Sally, an attractive little blue-eyed blond.  She had a figure to die for but looked far too innocent to ever shed her clothes, and that would prove to be a big part of her popularity at the stag parties. 

Trish took Sally aside and had a good talk with her, making sure she was aware of what she was getting into.  Whilst Trish was talking with Sally, Dave showed Silvia around the shop.  She was really impressed and asked Dave about getting a job with them.  He explained that they were very close to needing someone, but at best could only offer a couple of days when they finally did employ.  Silvia laughed and told him she was a terrible cook anyway.  “Who you really should employ is Sally, she is an amazing cook.” 

Trish returned then and said,  “This is what we will do.  I’ll take Sally shopping now, and we will pay for an outfit for her to wear tonight in lieu of any wages. If she is okay and happy to do some more nights, she can keep the clothes and we will pay her the same as Silvia.

Of course, when they got home, the usual argument started, about Trish coming to the stag do to make sure Sally was okay.  Dave put his foot down, “No way, we’ve been over this a dozen times.  I will let you know how she gets on.”

Sally’s first evening was a roaring success, her innocence had all the guys going nuts over her.  Silvia and Sally brought the guys to their feet, most with huge bulges in their pants. She had taught Sally all the moves to get the guys jumping, as well as her bevy of tricks to ward off the gropers.  That turned out to be the last night they used Silvia.

Even that first night, Sally was offered money to go a lot further than just stripping, but Dave stepped in and defused the situation.  There was always a guy or guys trying to get a date at the end of the night, but to Dave’s knowledge, she rejected them all.  And every night he dropped her back to her flat and walked her to the door.  But one night she asked him to drop her off at another address and informed him she had a boyfriend.  He was surprised, as he had never seen her accept anyone's advances.

—-

In the first week of June, Bob walked through the door.  As usual, Dave was down in the shop on his own, finishing off one of his handyman projects.

“Hi, Dave.”  He called out over the sound of the drill.  “That function I spoke to you about some months back, is a go at last.  Did you speak with Maria?’

“I did,” Dave replied. “Not at all certain, but she may be interested, but I’ll need to talk with her again and run the date past her.”

Bob filled him in on who was coming and what he wanted.  The date was only three and a bit weeks away, on a Saturday night.  Dave knew straight away they had nothing on that night.  But he kept quiet for the moment, he needed to sort out if he really wanted to go through all those tumultuous emotions again, and also needed to talk to Trish.

Bob said there would be three business executives flying over from the States.  Bob was trying to nail down a very lucrative distribution deal for their companies products.  But the Americans, having floated half the shares in their company a couple of years previously, had to have three choices of a distributor to put in front of their board.  They were to be in town for five days, but he only had them for the last two.  They were being entertained by his opposition over the first three days.

Bob thought the deal was as good as signed and sealed, as two of the guys coming held the majority of the shares in their company and he got on well with them.  But he explained to Dave, that he never sat back and rested on something like this, either of his two competitors could easily pull a quick one on him.  

They had requested to see a Maori cultural event, so he was flying them down to Rotorua, on a private jet on Saturday morning, where he had a game of golf lined up then a private cultural show before they flew back up to Auckland.  They were scheduled to land at 7:30 on the Saturday night, so the first course should be timed around 8:30 p.m.. 

He had already checked that there were penthouses free at the hotel.  He and Dave sat and discussed some of the finer details.  He wanted the best, crayfish, oysters everything, it would be at least a three-course meal, more if you have any ideas.  Cost is absolutely not an issue.  The booze will be the same deal as we did last time, only it will be of better quality this time.  He was putting the three of them up in penthouses, he and his store manager would share the forth penthouse that they would use for the function.  “Probably in the same room we used for my son’s do,” Said Bob.

Dave asked about their also getting a room in the hotel, that had a kitchen.  He already had some ideas about what he was going to serve, and they would need an extra oven and microwave.  Also if he could talk Maria into dancing for them, then she could change down there.

“Do you think she will be on?”  Bob asked.  “I’ve kind of hinted that I may have something special for them. Money is absolutely no problem.  They jacked me up with a high-class hooker when I was over there last week, and I found they had probably paid over US$5000 for her, and it may well have been double that.  Plus you know the Yanks, they tip like their one hundred dollar bills are bits of confetti.  So I know they spent a hell of a lot on me.”

“Look I can’t promise anything, I’ll talk to her, but there are a couple of issues.  I’m guessing you realise that Maria did a lot more than just strip at your son’s stag do.”

Bob nodded, “Yes, that’s what I’m hoping for.”

“Well, that is where there might be a problem. That night was absolutely the first time she had ever done anything like that, and it got totally out of hand and she did some stuff she was mortified with afterward.  When I tried to give her the money you gave me, she refused, it made her feel like a whore, for the next few weeks if I turned up at my mate's house, she was ice cold on me.  Even my mate asked me what I had done wrong.”   

Dave hesitated and let that sink in, then carried on, “But we are alright now, I said the money was for the dress and lingerie, etc.  So I need to think about how to handle this.  If I can talk her into entertaining again, I’ll use the money you have already given me, it's locked in that drawer over there by the way, and I’ll buy her some high-end clothes for the night.  But whether she goes any further than just stripping, I have no control over that.  If they are some obnoxious Yanks, yelling rude comments at her, she will probably walk out the door.”

Again Dave hesitated, “I might add one of your son's friends called Maria his fucking bitch at the end of the night and I lost my rag.”

Bob nodded his head, “Yes George said you could handle yourself and gave them all a bit of a fright.”

“Well I was pretty mixed up that night, I had only ever known her as this goody goody woman who did everything by the book, I was astounded she would even contemplate taking an item of clothing off in front of strange men, let alone strip at a stag do.  But I’ll tell you, her striptease was one of the most erotic things I have seen in my life, so if that is as far as she goes, your friends will have seen something special and be pretty impressed, If she does go a bit further, that will be up to how you guys handle her.  But be aware, money will not buy her.  We need to think on that, I have some ideas, but leave it with me.”

Dave saw Bob off and sat down and thought hard.  He knew Trish would be interested, but he was going to have to support her and help to overcome her anxiety about being too embarrassed to function. 

—-

Two days later, on Saturday morning, Dave and Trish were down the shop preparing food for a tennis function on Sunday.  He was still pondering on the right moment to bring up about Bob’s business function with Trish.  This morning was not the right time, as Sally could arrive anytime to help with the food, as she often did nowadays on the weekends.  

When Sally did turn up, she was visibly upset.  Trish threw an arm around Sally’s shoulder, took her into the office, and closed the door. After nearly an hour Trish came out on her own, looking like thunder,  “She’s had a huge breakup with her boyfriend who quite frankly has turned out to be a real asshole.”

Then she explained to Dave what had happened.  Evidently Jules had been at the first stag do Sally had done.  He had seen her at the lingerie shop a couple of weeks later, walked in, and asked her out.  They had dated for two weeks, and she had fallen madly in love, so much so that she was now spending most nights at his flat and there was talk about her moving in with him.  

Then things had started to go south, he had introduced her to anal sex and that started to be the norm, his not wanting it any other way.  He also started to treat her rough during their sex sessions, called her names, and had hit her a few times.  It had finally come to a head last Thursday night when after having sex, he had dragged her out into the lounge almost naked and tried to get her to have sex with his three flatmates.  When she refused, he had erupted and called her a dirty little whore, said she was happy to get her clothes off for other guys, but wouldn’t do what he wanted.  He had hit her and kicked her out of his flat as she was.  One of the other boys had brought her clothes out to her.

But that was not the end of it, that very morning, Jules had turned up at Sally’s work and in front of her boss and a couple of customers, had called tried to get her to go home with him.  When she refused, he got angry, called her a slut, and told Sally’s boss about her stripping at the stag do’s.  Sally’s boss evidently a bit of a prude, had sacked her on the spot.

“I want to have her move in with us for a few weeks, as she won’t be able to afford the rent at her flat now.  Is that okay with you?”

“Yes, that’s fine with me.  She can do a few days here, helping me with the corporate lunches, I’m really struggling with those now.”

“Good, I’m going to drive her to the flat now, to get all her clothes.  I’ll make up the spare bed down in our rumpus room.  See you when you get home.”

“I want the guy's address, I need to talk with the bastard.”  And Dave marched over to the office.

Sally was sitting in a half fetal position, she looked up at Dave with a tear-streaked face. 

“I want Jules’s address.”

“Oh I don’t want you to go there, there are four of them.” Sobbed Sally.

“I don’t care if there are fifty of them, the address please?”

With the address tapped into his phone, Dave drove across town.  When he arrived at the door, he found the front door open, and so walked straight in and through to the lounge.  The four guys were sat around drinking beer.

“Which one of you is Jules?” He asked.  His voice quite calm considering how angry he felt.

Three hands pointed to a guy sitting in an armchair.  Dave took three strides across the room, took Jules by the neck, and physically lifted him up off his feet.  The others made to get up.  Dave swung around to them, still holding Jules up, his feet barely touching the floor.

“I know all you lot, you were at the first stag do, the first time Sally stripped for me.” As the three of them slumped back into their seats, he let go of another burst.  “After she was good enough to strip for you, you bastards treated her like shit and even tried to gang bang her, what assholes.”

“It wasn’t us!” Cried one of them, “We didn’t want that at all, it was Jules who wanted that.  It never happened.”

Turning his attention back to Jules, Dave growled, “But you didn’t stop him beating her up and damn near raping her.”  At that point, Dave smelt a shitty smell and threw Jules down into the armchair.

“The weak bastard has shit himself.  Real men don’t hit women, and they certainly don’t shit themselves.  I came here to give you a hiding, but you're frankly not worth the effort.”

Dave turned to leave, but then spun around and said them all, “He went to her work today and made a scene that got her sacked.”  Then staring directly at Jules, “If you ever go near her again, or interfere even indirectly, I’ll come back and give you the beating you deserve.  Do you understand?”

Three heads nodded, Jules just slumped down looking close to tears.

Dave didn’t go back to the shop, the food for the next day was almost done, so he drove straight home.  Trish met him at the door, “Are you alright, you were pretty angry, I was worried about what you might do.”

“I’m alright,…. all’s good.  I didn’t hit any of them, but I did shake the shit out of Jules and gave them all a heap of verbal abuse.  He won’t give Sally any more trouble.  Where is she by the way?”

“Downstairs with the children, she going to babysit them tonight and I’ve booked a restaurant for you and I. We haven’t been out on our own for months.”

When they were out at dinner that night, Trish told Dave; that to get Sally to open up to her that afternoon, she had shared a bit about her stripping on the night of the penthouse function.  Dave asked her why, as it was something they had agreed that no one else was to ever know.  She explained to him that Sally was devastated and needed to get a lot off her chest, and sharing that had gotten her to open up.

“Interesting though, she was very interested in how you reacted to having me naked in front of a whole lot of men.”

"You didn’t tell her you bit went further than stripping though?”

“No, of course not.”  Trish didn’t tell Dave that she had actually hinted to Sally, that the night had gotten a bit out of hand.

Then she asked him a question, “You know the night at the penthouse, you were going to take a video. You have never mentioned it, did you take it?  I thought about it when I was telling Sally about that night.”

“Yes, I pressed the record button about five minutes before you entered the room.  But then forgot all about it, in fact, I very nearly left the video camera in the penthouse.”  He told her how he had only remembered it as he left the room with the last load of food and drinks.  Then he explained about buying a new SD card for Steve, as he did want any chance of the video falling into his hands.

“So where is it now?  Have you watched it?”

“No, I locked the old card in my drawer at the shop.  I haven’t watched it.”

“Could we watch it tomorrow afternoon, before the tennis dinner, I’ve arranged for Sally to go with the children to your parents in the afternoon?”

Dave gave Trish a lascivious look, “Yes, every now and again I see it in the drawer and wonder about bringing it up with you.”

The next morning Dave took their laptop down to the shop and burned a copy from the SD card onto a DVD.  He had a quick look at the video and stopped when he saw Trish enter the Penthouse.  He knew she wouldn’t want him to watch it without her and didn’t want to lie.  But he was relieved to see it had copied and that the couple of minutes he watched were of very high quality.

It brought back a flood of memories, he had forgotten how beautiful and sexy she had looked that night.  But he also noted the terrified, somewhat angry look on his own face.  However, now the thought of watching that video this afternoon had him as horny as hell.

If Trish handled it well, he thought it may be the right time to bring up Bob’s executive dinner.

After lunch, kids, and Sally gone, Dave and Trish settled in front of the TV.  He had made them both a couple of Canada Dries.  He asked Trish for a final time if she was sure she wanted to watch it.  Already knowing the answer, as he knew she was just as keen as he was, he pressed play. 

The picture showed the penthouse lounge.  The TV was playing a blue movie and George came into view, carrying a couple of cocktails over to the guys on the settee.  George returned to the bar to get his own drink, (Dave felt Trish squirm into him when she saw George coming towards her on the screen).  George returned to the seat and sat down, almost immediately there was a knock at the door.  Dave was embarrassed to watch his reaction when he opened the door and saw it was Trish.  He almost frog marched her across the room and out of sight and into the master bedroom.

They saw the look of concern on George’s face and then with some encouragement from the rest of the guys, he crossed in front of the camera and into the bedroom to see what was wrong.  Then a couple of minutes later, returned and told the guys all was OK, but they had to play it really cool, as she was not a stripper and likely to take off if they got out of hand.  The guys all acknowledged that they would behave, and seconds later Trish walked out into the middle of the lounge.

“It's funny watching this, I never realised how badly I reacted and had forgotten just how beautiful you were dressed up like a call-girl.” Said Dave.

“Oh god! I feel as nervous as I did on the night.” Said Trish.

They both went silent and watched the night unfold.  By the time the video got to George dropping his trousers and taking her from behind as she gave Pete a blowjob.  Neither of them was really watching.  Trish was down on her knees giving Dave a blow job he was going to remember for a long time.  They turned the TV off, then made love on the floor of their lounge.  The next two nights they took the DVD up to the TV in their bedroom.  They had to watch the video another three times before they managed to see it all, starting it in different places to cover everything, as they quickly became to aroused watching it.

Trish commented on the fact that the video only showed half the action.  “I wish we had put another camera in the bedroom.  That would have been hot!”

After making love the next night in their bedroom, Trish gave an indication that she would like to expand their experiences again.  Hanging her head with a little embarrassment she whispered if he would be okay if they looked for another guy so that they could try double penetration together.   Dave’s mind flicked to Bob’s planned business function. 

He cuddled into Trish and told her he would love to do that with her, but it would need to be a very special guy, that they both felt safe with.  And that he couldn’t handle it being anyone that they knew.  He said he would start looking, but had something else to discuss.  

“Bob Simpson called into the shop a couple of days ago and asked about doing another function for him.  It’s the one he told me about months ago and I thought that had fallen through.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about it months ago?” Asked Trish, looking slightly put out.

Dave hurried to placate her, “It was three days after the night in the penthouse and I didn’t think you were ready, I certainly wasn’t.  I was still very screwed up about how I had reacted.”

Dave explained what Bob had told him about the event.  That it was three American executives, from a company that he was hoping to land a very lucrative distribution contract with.  “If I have it right, I think it will give him the agency to distribute some of their products into both Australia and New Zealand, and let him expand his business over to Australia.  So it's a really big deal.”

“So how do you feel about my doing it?” Trish wanted to know.

“I’m pretty certain I can handle it.  For me, it’s all about watching you get aroused.  I never thought I could handle you with another man, but that video has just cemented how turned on I got and I’d really like to see that again.  Is that sick? I kind of think it is, yet I can’t help it, it gets me really turned on just thinking about that night. 

Trish sighed, “I don’t know, it was very erotic for me as well.  But going into a room, knowing what was going to happen, could be just too embarrassing, I think I might bailout.  I just never saw it coming last time, I kept thinking I would just flirt a bit and that I would stop before anything got out of hand.  Then I got so turned on and it all happened before I had a chance to think of all the ramifications.”

“It was a bit like that for me also, but I have to admit that knowing what may happen this time, turns me on even more.  But I’m also being a bit selfish, we stand to make a lot more money out of this one.  In fact, Bob has already given me $2,000 for clothes, etc.  and has said he will double that if I could talk you into doing it.  Don’t make a decision now, sleep on it, we will discuss it tomorrow.  But whatever you decide, I am cool with it, okay?”

The next morning Trish woke Dave and said she wanted to do it.  Her reasoning being, she may never get the opportunity again.  “Can I have that $2,000 you said you have?  I’m going to go out today and see about some dance lessons and what I will wear.  I want to do it properly this time, seeing as it’s not just a bunch of randy boys.”

Once Trish had gone, Dave sat down with Sally and they worked on what food to serve.  Sally, of course, asked if she was to be stripping at this one.  Dave said to her that it was not that sort of event, so no, she wouldn’t be. 

But once he ran the menu past Trish that night, she brought up the fact that he could not prepare and serve all that on his own.  “We need to have Sally there on the night.”

But Dave immediately put the stop on that.  “We can’t have her there, you know this is likely to go a bit further than just stripping.  And I don’t want to get her involved, she is too innocent.”

However, over the next few days, Trish wore him down, making him admit there was no one else, and explaining to him, that Sally was not anywhere near as innocent as he believed.  

Dave argued, “You have to ask her though, I’m not doing it, wouldn’t be right an old fella like me asking a young girl to work at a function like this.”

It took another couple of days for Trish to convince Dave it was his job and he was the best person to do it.  So he called Bob and told him he was going to need help with the cooking and serving.  He also explained that the young lady he had in mind was very attractive, but would not be involved in anything more, so he would send her down to their room to watch TV before Maria arrived.  Bob just told him,  “It sounds fantastic, make it happen.  Go and buy her a sexy maids outfit though and just add it to the bill.”

—-

So one day, around two weeks out from Bob’s function, when Sally was helping Dave get the lunches ready.  He asked her to come and sit with him in the office, he had something to discuss.  As she sat down, he pondered how much to tell her and where to start.

Sally asked, “Am I in trouble?”

“No! Hell No! sorry, why do you ask that?”

“Well, you look very worried.” She replied.

“Sorry, I’ve got a job proposition for you, and it's putting you in what could be a bit of a risqué situation.  So I’m very nervous and not sure how to word it.  In fact, I have been against asking you, but Trish is arguing that you are the only person we can ask.”

“I’m okay, I can handle a lot more than you think.”

“Okay, it’s that business Function we did the menu for last week.  It's to be in the Penthouse down at the Chateau Hotel, for the guy that paid for the last one we did there.”

Sally interrupted. “Is that the one that Trish stripped at.  Is she going to strip again?”

Dave blurted out “No!” then thought, ‘Shit she’s sure to see Trish all dressed up.’ And hesitated.  “Well maybe.”

“Don’t be upset, I think it is fantastic that you would allow her to do that, I wish I could find a man that was okay about me doing things I wanted to do.”

So Dave set about telling her what it was all about.  That the clients were not to know that he and Trish were married, and her name would be Maria.  That Trish would be cooking in the kitchen in the room below, and Sally would need to fetch the food up during the night.  Then when Trish came up to dance for them, Sally could go down and watch telly.  

He also explained that he was worried about her being there, as she was almost certainly going to get propositioned to go topless or even worse.  “They are Americans, and in my experience, when you get rich dudes like that, they think they can buy anything.”

“What if I want to do some things they ask?” retorted Sally.

“You don’t need to do anything you're uncomfortable with.  I have made it plain to the guy, that you are just there to help me serve and no extras.”  But then Dave remembered how quickly the first do in the penthouse got out of hand.  “If you do get uncomfortable during the night, do you want to have a safe word you can say, and I’ll step in?”

Sally took all this in, “Okay, ‘yellow shoes’, if I use a sentence with yellow shoes in it, you will know I’m unhappy and want you to help me.”  Then after a few seconds she spoke again. “But you’re holding something back, you're not telling me everything.”  

“No, I’m not!  Why do you say that.”  Snapped Dave.  

“What you have described is nowhere near as bad as any of the stag do’s you asked me to work.  You're even telling me I don’t have to get my boobs out.  And I get propositioned plenty at all those stag do’s.”  

Then she went on, “I suspected that Trish went a lot further than just stripping at that stag do, months ago.  We got really close and shared some intimate stuff together when Jules dumped me.   But I knew she wasn’t telling me the whole story,   I just couldn’t believe she would do anything like blow jobs, she’s just too nice and beautiful.  In fact, when she was telling me about getting naked and feeling very horny, I thought she was just making it up, to make me feel better.”

Dave realised he had to be a little more honest, she had summed up the situation pretty easily.  “It probably will go a bit further, these guys are very wealthy and they are paying us a great deal for the night, so it's going to be hard to not to let them see more than Trish dancing.”

“Wow! I think that’s cool.  But how are you with Trish going further?  In my limited experience and everything I have read, all men get super jealous.”  She hesitated,  “Is Trish okay with all this, you're not making her do it, are you?”

Dave sighed, he realised why Trish had insisted he asked Sally.  She knew she would be caught in just the situation that he now found himself.  She had thought he would be a lot stronger than her.

“Look, Sally, to explain all our conflicting emotions and anxiety’s about what happened, last time would take hours.  Hell, we are only coming to grips with some of it now, four months later.  But yes, that one night for the first time in our life, got a bit out of hand, and we both enjoyed it at the time, afterward though, we were very screwed up, and I’m certain that most marriages would have been ruined.  But it just made me love Trish even more.  So I really don’t want you to see or be cajoled into that part of the evening."

Sally, “Thanks Dad, I’ll be okay, and I’ll go down to my room when I’m told.  Probably best if we don’t say too much to Trish about our conversation.  I can imagine she would be very embarrassed”

Dave thought to himself, ‘She’s not just a stupid blond, our Sally.’

—-

With one week to go, they started concentrating on putting together all the various food and other items they would use on the night.  He also went to the local electronics store and bought a Sony video camera and a card for it that would last over three hours.  He didn’t want to borrow his mate Steve’s again.  He would have to modify the small chest they had used at the last function, as the camera was smaller.  He also asked the guy serving him about security camera’s, he had been thinking how Trish wished they could have a video in the penthouse bedroom.  The salesman said they didn’t do those, but gave him an address for a security company that sold them.

The next day Dave drove to the security company and was pleasantly surprised to find a small unit that looked like an infrared sensor, that you attached near the ceiling in the corner of a room, for only $299.00.  It was 1080p and recorded to your phone, or more importantly for him, to a micro SD card.  It was motion sensitive and the guy said it was good for a couple of hours if you put the bigger card in it.

He ordered one and while the salesman went out back to get a new unit, he had a thought, ‘what if they go into the other bedroom?’  So when he returned with the unit, Dave got him to go and get another one.  

When he got back to the shop, he had a play around with them.  A piece of double-sided tape seemed to work fine, for holding it up in the corner, there was a thin lead that had to go to a power socket, he thought that may be a problem, but the lead was long, so should reach somewhere in the room.  He went out front waited for ten minutes, then wandered back out to the kitchen and moved around all equipment.  After five minutes he removed the micro SD card and reviewed the footage.  Fantastic, the footage started immediately he entered the kitchen, he noted the quality and field of view was good.

He didn’t mention the cameras to Trish, she had asked him days ago if he was going to get the camera off Steve again.  He just answered her, ‘that it was all sorted’.  Then ran past her the menu he was intending to go with.

Starters: avocado wedges wrapped in prosciutto ham with a special sauce dribbled over them, Devils on Horseback (Prunes wrapped in bacon, a very Kiwi tradition), and tiny little Whitebait Fritters with a dash of Tatar Sauce.  

Entree; would be a huge platter of seafood, Aussie king prawns, scallop rings, Morton bay bugs, and various other deep-fried seafood.  Dave had made a wooden boat to stand a crayfish on its tail, with the meat extracted and laid in its open shell.  Around it would be arrayed shells of scallop mornay, oysters, green piped mussels, and sauces, etc.  A lot of this Trish would be doing in their room below.

Main course;  Filet Mignon, served with Asparagus and scalloped potatoes.  Dave would cook the Filet and Trish would do the condiments.

Desert: Crepes Suzette.

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On Monday he and Bob met at the Hotel.  Dave wanted to go over the food, drinks, etc. with him, and check out the kitchen’s appliances.  The manager took them up to the penthouse Bob had booked.  When the manager heard about Dave’s requirements for preparing the food, he said he had a better room.  It doesn’t have as good a view, but a different layout giving a much bigger dining area and a better equipped kitchen.  The first thing Dave noticed with relief, was it had the same shelves in the kitchen for him to place the hidden video camera on.

After showing them the new penthouse, he took them down a floor, again to a different room than originally planned, as now he knew they were to cook there, he changed them to one with a better-equipped kitchen.  Dave was surprised at the size of the room, it was nearly as big as the penthouse.  It had its own lounge with the enormous bedroom divided by a screen, and a good-sized kitchen in the large entry foyer.

That sorted, they left the manager and went down to the bar, as Bob wanted to know about the menu.  Dave told him vaguely what he was planning, and when he mentioned Crepes Suzette for dessert, Bob asked if he had ever flamed it with Kirsch. 

Dave laughed, “No, but I know about Kirsch.  When I was about eighteen I worked as a wine waiter at the old Royal International Hotel, I had an older couple at one of my tables.  After dinner, the gentleman asked for two glasses of Kirsch.  Not knowing what it was I went and asked the bar manager. ‘Sure’ he said, and took a silver tray placed two liqueur glasses on it, then filled them to the brim with a clear liquid, which he set alight.   When I left the bar, the flame was a bluish colour, but by the time I set them down on the table, the impurities must have burned off, as the flame was only a distortion of the air.  The guy picked his up and went to take a sip, and set his mustache on fire.  I panicked dipped my napkin in the ice bucket and slammed it under his nose putting the flames out.  I was certain I was going to get sued for everything I owned."  But the couple were so embarrassed that they just paid their bill and hurried out the door.  With the people at the other tables nearby, fighting to suppress their laughter.

Bob laughed, “I’ll get a bottle of Kirsch and a bottle of Grand Mariner sent around to the shop, and you can experiment which is best.  I want things to be different and remembered.”

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During the week they enrolled Sally on a culinary course, it was three days a week, for four hours each day and started in three weeks' time.  Sally was over the moon about it.  She had been quizzing them all week, on what had happened when Trish stripped, she had it in her head that Trish had given the groom a blow job at the stag do.  They both stepped carefully around her questions and didn’t discourage her from thinking this is what had happened, too embarrassed to tell her the full extent of the evening.  They were thankful that when she learned of the culinary course, it diverted her attention.

Saturday, all three met at the shop, some of the food was already prepared, but there were some things still to do, sauces that had to be prepared as close to the time they were leaving as possible.  Dave begged to see the maids outfit Sally and Trish had chosen.  But was told that like Trish’s outfit, it was a surprise.  

About 6:30 p.m.. they loaded everything into the van, including their overnights bags, it had been decided that Sally would have the sofa bed in their lounge and stay the night at the hotel also.

At the loading dock, Mata welcomed them like long lost friends.  He helped them get everything up to the two rooms.  He was struggling with which of the women to perve at, but Sally seemed to get most of the attention.

Dave worked in the Penthouse sorting out the drinks, while Sally helped Trish in the room below for the first hour.  Once he unpacked the alcohol Bob had supplied, he saw it was all much more up-market brands than were supplied last time, but the drinks that stood out for him were two bottles of Jefferson’s Ocean: Aged at Sea, a Bourbon he had never seen before.  Guessing that this must be what the Americans drank, he made sure it was placed at the front, with half a dozen whiskey glasses.

The last thing he did, was to place the small Egyptian chest with the video camera in it, on the top shelf in the kitchen.  Then he took the two security cameras from where he had hidden them in the bottom of a box of glasses and set them up in the bedrooms.  

The master bedroom was easy, right inside the door was a power outlet, so the camera went up in that corner and looked directly at the king-sized bed.  But in the other bedroom, again the camera needed to go above the power outlet just inside the door, but that only gave a line of sight with one of the beds.  Still to him, the bed it covered seemed to be the obvious one you would choose.  And he was sure if anything happened tonight, they wouldn’t be using the second bedroom anyway.

He did have a nervous moment when he looked up at the camera, thinking about the possibility of them being found.  He also had no idea how he was going to retrieve them afterward.  But the thought of what they might capture, caused him to harden and that overrode all his reservations. 

Once everything was to his liking, he wandered down a level to change, having about 45 minutes before their guests were due to arrive.  He walked in on the girls helping each other with their makeup, both with little on.  They had both had their hair done that afternoon, Sally’s bob cut blond hair shining and looking like a barbie dolls wig, it was so perfect, and Trish had her black hair piled up on her head, she looked very posh. 

Sally was sitting in front of the mirror, wearing a brief white lacy bra that was struggling to contain her pert firm globes, white stay-up thigh high stockings with sexy lace tops, and a white very brief thong.  He also took note of the very expensive looking lingerie and suspenders that Trish was wearing.   They tried to kick him out of the room, but he had to change as well, so they ordered him into the bathroom, then once changed, he was told to keep his eyes on the floor as he left. 

When he got back up to the penthouse, there was a message under the door saying the guests had called, they had just landed.  This told him they were about forty minutes away, so he called down and told Trish to get Sally up to the penthouse with the starters in twenty minutes.

To be continued……