Catering For A Stag Do - Chapter 2 free porn video

After Christmas, both Trish and Dave starting to get quite concerned about the lack of bookings and came to an agreement, that Trish should apply for her old teaching job.  They were quite amazed to find there was a position in the geography department and the school wanted her to start in the last week of January.

Trish taking the job took a great deal of worry out of the equation for Dave. He had plenty he wanted to do at the shop. Change the layout of the shop being one of the first things he wanted to tackle.  But there were new benches to build and he wanted to extend the toilet facilities so they could fit a shower, changing area and lockers.  This was future-proofing, for if they needed to employ staff.

The second week in January, Dave was down the shop building some new benches.  There was a wedding at the end of the month, and a tennis club opening-day dine and dance early February.  But they made little on the tennis club functions, really only covering their costs.  So they desperately needed to get some more bookings.

He looked up to see a guy he vaguely sort of recognised, walking through the door.  The guy introduced himself as Bob Simpson, and Dave immediately remembered he had seen the guy on TV.  He was the head of the Simpson Family business empire, known mostly for his being the Booze Barron with liquor outlets all over the country.  It was an inherited family fortune, but rather than pissing it all away, he had invested the inherited money, and branched into many different fields of business, the liquor industry, just being the most successful of them.  

Bob explained that he had heard about a stag do they had put on, from an acquaintance at Dave’s tennis club.  He explained that his son was getting married and he wanted to give him a stag do to remember.  It was to be in a month, on a Friday night and he gave the date.  He explained he had already booked the penthouse suite at a local hotel, and wanted a girl that would lap dance his son and maybe go as far as giving him a blow job.  

Dave not wanting to appear too desperate, said he would check the dates, but he was pretty sure the date was free.  But as for a girl, he explained that he would have to ask and get back to him, as the girls he had provided for previous functions, didn’t go any further than getting their tits out and he didn’t know if they would go for a blow job.

“Give me a couple of days, and I’ll phone you the information.” Expecting Bob to give him his number.

“No, I’ll be past this way on Wednesday lunchtime, I’ll call in.” Replied Bob.

Once he left, Dave phoned Silvia right away, knowing that she would be out of bed, as it was after lunch.  But she said she couldn’t do it on the date he gave her, she was going to be away out of town that weekend.  However, the girl that she had brought with her at the last Stag do, would probably jump at the chance.  When Dave explained about the blow job, Silvia just laughed and told him that this went on all the time and that if they offered enough money, Anne would go a lot further than a blow job.  

Wednesday came and Dave was getting anxious when he saw the clock click over to 1:25, and no sign of Bob.  They really needed this job.  But ten minutes later, to his relief, Bob came through the door.  Dave passed on the information about what the stripper would cost and the fact that how far she would go, would be determined by how much she was offered by the boys on the night.  

Bob was very happy with that, and said to go ahead and organise it all.  He told Dave he had already booked the penthouse suite, gave him the hotel and the name and phone number of a guy there that would show Dave where to unload the food etc.  He said there would be eight guys on the night and that they would be playing golf in the afternoon, back to the hotel for an early dinner and then go ten pin bowling.  He figured they would get back to the hotel around 9:00 pm. And be pretty hungry again by that time.  He was upfront about wanting the best, lots of finger foods and maybe some seafood. 

“I will get one of my liquor stores to supply all the booze, you just need to bring some condiments to make any cocktails.”  Dave must have let the disappointment about Bob supplying the booze show, as when he asked about his being at the stag do, Bob replied, “No I’m away on business that week and don’t worry about the booze, you can keep any that is not used.”

This was really exciting, the money he was offering and the fact that they could keep all the leftover booze, was making this night look like a very profitable event, something they desperately needed, if their venture into running a catering company was going to be viable.

Dave started back to work on the bench he was building, but his heart wasn’t in it now.  He wanted to tell Trish the good news and also sit down and plan what they would serve on the night.  So he packed up his tools, locked up and headed home.

As soon as he walked in the door, Dave knew that Trish had something planned.  She had that naughty, slightly guilty look on her face, like the cat that ate the canary.  But he didn’t give her the chance to deflect him from giving her his news.  “You’ll never guess who I had in the shop this afternoon.  And the function he wants us to cater for.”

“Who?”

“Bob Simpson, you know that booze baron guy that you see on TV sometimes.  And he wants us to cater at his sons stag do.”

“Oh! What’s he like in person? That’s good news, I must have known, as I’ve got a surprise for us to celebrate with later…. after the kids are in bed.”

“I can’t wait, can we get them off to bed now?”

Trish just laughed and gave him the ‘Oh Yeah look’.

Of course it was well after 9:00 before they finally got them in bed and asleep.  Trish told Dave to go downstairs and put the dishes away and not to come back up for at least 15 minutes.

When Dave stepped back into their bedroom, he found Trish lying on the bed, dressed in a tight slutty red skirt and a tight white teeshirt.   She looked like she had been poured into them and he doubted that the skirt would be an inch below her crotch, if she were to stand up. To compliment this she had black fishnet stockings on, with red high heeled shoes and a black lace choker around her neck. He had never seen any of these items of clothing before.  She looked like a real harlot.

But what surprised him most and completely took his breath away, was the red satin curtain cords that were lying beside her.  A closer look, told him there were probably four separate cords, plus a matching red and black satin blindfold and some chrome clamps. He knew from porn stuff he’d seen, these were nipple clamps.

He realised that she was expecting to be tied up, blindfolded and molested.  But this was so far from anything they had ever attempted in the bedroom before, that he let out a surprised high pitched squeak.  And then in a high pitched voice, asked, “Bloody hell Trish, where did this fancy of yours come from?”

Trish hesitated before replying.  She realised that if Dave was not into this, it was likely to cause some issues between them.  She suddenly looked very unsure of herself.  “I’ve had this fantasy of being tied up from long before we met, are you OK?  We don’t have to do it.”

“No, I’m OK, it’s just taken me by surprise, you have never mentioned it, let alone given the slightest hint you would like to try that.  Where did you get the outfit, I’ve not seen any of that before.”

Trish glanced down at her skirt, “I passed the Sally Army shop, on the way home and stopped to have a browse around, it was when I saw the skirt and shoes, that I remembered my fantasy.”  

Trish got a wicked look on her face and said, “You don’t need to worry about being careful with the clothes, the whole outfit cost me $10.00.  So it can be thrown away later.”

With this last statement, Dave’s last reservations disappeared, wicked thoughts started flashing through his mind, of things he’d read, daydreams of tearing clothes off a woman body.  He moved to the bed, intending to kiss and cuddle to get her in the mood.  But Trish flinched away, and he realised she was already slipping into her fantasy and didn’t want it to be anything like their usual consensual sex play.

He grabbed her hands and pushed them up above her head and leaned forward to kiss her, but she twisted her head away.  So he stuck his tongue in her ear and nibbled on her ear lobe.  “You going to be difficult slut.”  He’d never talked to her like this before and fully expected her to object.  But his words just elicited a low moan and she wriggled around attempting to free her hands.

He held her wrists tight with one hand, reaching down to get the cords, then looped one around her left wrist and tied it to the bedhead.  Then fighting against her struggles, he looped another cord around the other wrist and tied this to the opposite side of the bedhead.  Trish reacted by jackknifing her torso up and tried to knee him in the head.  Dave had to duck out of the way, then spinning around he lay across her hips, while he got a cord around an ankle and pulled that down to the foot of the bed, where he tied it to one of the base legs.  The other leg was easy to fasten now, all the while she twisted and called him names.

Next he put the blindfold on, and noted that Trish seemed to calm down a little now that she was securely held by the cords and could not see anything.  Dave found he was sweating, partly from the exertion, but also from his own sexual excitement.

He got up from the bed to survey the scene and figure out his next move.  The sight of her fantastic figure, bound, spread-eagled and vulnerable on the bed, had caused his cock to swell awkwardly in his pants. Her hips spread out from her narrow waist and even lying on her back, her breasts swelled up against the teeshirt, the nipples having a good try at forcing their way through the thin material. 

He reached down to rid himself off his pants, but realised that he wanted to get some photos, in case this never happened again.  Their camera was downstairs in their home office and other thoughts about how he could take advantage of this situation, we're creeping into his mind.

Dave moved towards the door, “I’ll be back in a moment, don’t go anywhere.”  First he checked on the kids, he didn’t want one of them walking into their bedroom and seeing their mother spread-eagled on the bed.  But all was good, they were both fast asleep.  Then downstairs to pick up the camera.  He also stopped by the kitchen and took some scissors from the utensils drawer and the bottle of cooking oil.

When he got back up to the bedroom, he set about modifying Trish’s outfit.  He pulled her teeshirt up under her chin, exposing a black lace bra that barely contained her fabulous globes.  This he roughly cut and tore this away, then pulling the teeshirt back down, he pinched the teeshirt where it was being thrust up by her now hard nipples, he lifted it clear and cut two large holes.  When he dropped the teeshirt back in place, the nipples and a good proportion of each breast was poking through the ragged holes.

Next, he moved down between her legs.  And although her positioning looked pretty dam sexy, his deviant mind thought of a better position.  So he released one of her legs then pushed it up so that her knee was almost against her chest and fastened the cord from under her knee to the cord holding her wrist.  He then did the same with the other leg, leaving her wide open and exposed.  Trish closed her knees together, attempting to conceal herself and let forth another tirade of curses about his upbringing and birth status.

Dave hopped up and retrieved a pair of stockings from her underwear drawer.  These he fastened onto the cord at each knee, then tied them onto the side of the bed, pulling her knees wide apart.

“Ah! That looks much better, “

This brought forward another burst of abuse.

He now ripped a big hole in the fishnet stockings and used the scissors to cut away the crutch of the now exposed black lace panties.  He then stood, grabbed the camera, and moved around the bed taking photos.  Some of her blindfolded face, a couple of her full body and some zoomed in on her ass, showing her wide open exposed fanny.  He noted that she was visibly wet, with a viscus creamy colored liquid running down to her little brown butt hole.

Then he put the camera down and moved towards the door.  “I can hear the phone ringing, back in a minute.” He yelled.

Once outside in the hall, he checked on the children again.  Neither had moved an inch, which was normal, once down for the night they never rose again before 6:00 am.  Dave stood in the hall formulating how he intended to have this play out.  He was way outside his comfort zone, having never before been in this situation, especially with his supposedly prim and proper wife.  Then he came up with a thought of how he could proceed, he remembered how hot Trish got when they played out the big black man roll play.  

He pushed open the bedroom door and stomped into the room.  Trish was as he had left her, on her back thighs provocatively wide her ripped stockings and panties highlighting the wet area between her legs.  She twisted away from him, as he moved alongside her on the bed and he started twisting and kneaded her nipples.  Then with one hand gripping her neck right on the sexy black choker, he ran the other hand down between her legs.

“Oh! That's nice Dave, but don’t squeeze so hard on my neck.”

“It’s not your husband ma’am. It’s Sam, your lawn mowing expert.  Your husband just raced past me, an said he has been called away to an urgent accident.  He said he left you upstairs in a compromised condition, and could I go up and help you out.”

Trish let out a quiet squeal, (Conscious of the children down the hall, “Get out of the room this minute, and don’t you mention this to anyone.”

“No Ma’am, I won’t mention anything, but your man asked me to help you out, so I have a very good idea what he meant by that.” And he resumed twisting on her nipples, with one hand, while working in the juices between her legs.

Trish gasped in surprise, “Get out of here you black bastard, I’ll call the police.”

“I don’t think so, you ain’t going nowhere.  You damn hot baby, going to make you my bitch.”

He reached down underneath her skirt, and dipped his fingers into her exposed cunt, collecting some of her juice then smearing the heady liquid around her lips.  He then leaned forward and licked, kissed, then chewed on them until they were clean.  Trish put up some resistance and called him a dirty deviant bastard, but she was really getting into it now and letting out as many aroused groans as she was abuse.  

Once more he dipped two fingers deep inside her and this time smeared the viscous fluid around each nipple.  And again he licked and chewed on these until they were clean.

Trish was visibly excited, twisting against the cords that held her tight and bucking her hips up and down, attempting to get some friction around her genitals.

"Shit yeah, Bitch! Move that booty, I’ve wanted a piece of you for months.”

He moved up the bed released his prick from his trousers and offered it to her mouth.  “Get the big black dick in your mouth and make it real wet, if you don’t want it to tear you apart when I feed it to you.”

Trish eagerly thrust her head over and took him in her mouth.  She pulled back a bit and worked up a good quantity of saliva, then pushing hard against him, worked her mouth as far down his shaft as she could bear.  Then pulling back she gasped out, “Fuck me you big black bastard, Fuck this little white bitch hard.”

But first he reached over and picked up the cooking oil, then smeared a good measure over each breast, much of it soaking into her teeshirt and making it transparent.  Then waisting no time in getting the rest of his clothes off, he positioned himself between her legs.  There was no other for-play, he just lined up and thrust into her.  He was really turned on himself now and not really acting anymore.  He rammed home and set up a steady pace, then he remembered the nipple clamps, that were still lying by his pillow.  Balancing on one hand he kept his hips thrusting hard and clamped one nipple and then the other. 

Now continuing to hammer into her, he flicked the clamps with his free hand and noted that although Trish’s face was screwed up in pain, her hips were hammering back at him just as hard.  And she was letting out moans of intense pleasure.

It all came to an end far too soon.  They both exploded into near simultaneous orgasms.  Dave falling over to his side of the bed, absolutely exhausted. 

When Trish calmed down a bit, she rolled towards Dave.  “Untie me please, I’m starting to get cramp.”

Dave looked over, nodded to her, but then leaped up and started taking photos.  Trish reacted just as he expected.  She was not very happy about him taking the photos and let him know in very colorful language.

“Gee Trish!  Terrible language, I might just have to leave you like that for an hour or so, until I’m ready to have my white bitch again.”  But the look she gave him, said the game was over, so he hurriedly removed the blindfold and undid all his knots.

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The weekend before the stag do, Trish as usual, hit Dave up about letting her be at the stag do.  She argued that as there was zero chance of them knowing anyone, it would be alright.  Dave agreed that they were very unlikely to know them, but all his usual arguments were still very valid, and he explained to her about the request for having the stripper doing a few extras.

“What will Silvia think about that?”  Trish snapped back.

“I ran it past her, but she can’t be there, she’s out of town that weekend.  Some family thing down the line somewhere.  But she’s arranged for her mate Anne to do it and says that if the boys offer enough money, she’ll go a lot further than the blow job, Bob requested.”

Trish looked sullenly at him, “It's not fair that you get to see all these things and I have to stay at home.  What if I dressed up as a man?”

Dave burst out laughing, “You couldn’t pass as a man in a month of Sundays.  I’ll sort something out and video what happens.”

They did not own a video camera, but one of the tennis guys had one, and Dave had already borrowed it for videoing their daughters gymnastics.  So Saturday morning, Dave hit up Steve when he was at the club and organised borrowing the camera for the next weekend.  Next, he had to think hard about where to place it.  Although quite small it was not something he could just sit it on a cabinet.  

He called the guy at the hotel, and asked about seeing the room they were to use, explaining he wanted to see how they were going to get the food, etc. to the room and what space, utensils, and appliances there were.  They arranged for him to meet them first thing Monday morning. 

The second he walked into the penthouse Dave saw where to place the camera.  The layout was open plan, the entrance door opened into a large lounge, that had full-width ranch sliders opposite, opening out onto a balcony.  The kitchen and dining area were around to the left. There were three small shelves on the end of one of the cupboards in the kitchen, only one shelf had a vase on it, the other two were empty and a perfect view of the lounge.  

But how to disguise the video camera?  On the way home Dave dropped into an Op Shop to see if they had anything.  He saw an Egyptian Vase that gave him an idea.  With it, under his arm, he headed home.  Then taking the video camera out to the garage, he picked out a small carton that the camera fitted into near perfectly.  

The kids were into their last week of school summer holidays, so Dave set them to decorating the carton to look like a small Egyptian chest.  He showed them the vase and asked could they match it and place an Egyptian eye on the end, drawing a circle where he wanted the eye placed.

Trish had started teacher-only days at the college and didn’t get home until 4:00 pm.  The children raced up to show her what they had made for dad.  It was quite an amazing job, it wouldn’t fool anyone if they looked hard, but a bunch of drunken guys were very unlikely to even notice it.  Trish praised them for their efforts, but looked to Dave with a ‘What is it for, look on her face’.

Dave took her aside and explained about hiding the video camera.  Just then the phone rang; it was Trish’s parents, asking if they could have the grandchildren on Wednesday night, instead of the Friday of the stag do, as was planned.

And so on Wednesday after lunch, Dave dropped the children off at their grandparents.  When returned home he got the small Egyptian chest out.  He cut a hole in the end, lined up with where the lens would be, and set the chest on the cabinet in the lounge.  It was perfect, because of the Egyptian eye, you really did not notice the lens at all.  He then put a chair out in the middle of the lounge, about the distance he thought it would be in the penthouse.  He practiced with zoom and focus, checking the results until he was happy.

Then Dave had a worrying thought; the last time he used the camera, he had to use three SD cards as they only held thirty minutes each.  But Gary hadn’t given him the extra ones.  So he gave Gary a call and was informed by Gary, that he had just bought the latest 64 Gb card, so it should last about two hours.  He figured that should be plenty of time.

Trish arrived home just before dinner time and asked what he was doing.  When he explained to her, she was very excited, and quizzed him about how he would get it videoing without the guys seeing him.  He showed her the little remote that would work from anywhere in the room and hinted that they should have a dummy run to make sure it worked.

Trish gave him a naughty, bewitching look, “So you want me to strip for you?”

Dave gave her a wink and told her, it would only be to test everything out.  To which Trish responded, that she would think about it, “Maybe after dinner!”

They finished dinner, and Trish messed around doing all sorts of unnecessary tasks, and he knew she was playing with him.  Finally she told him get it set up, she was going to the bedroom to get changed.

She walked back into the room half an hour later, her hair up, make-up tastefully applied, wearing a tight black dress.  Dave had some music playing and he turned the volume up, then leaned against the wall by the chest, so he could see that it was working.

He watched in amazement as Trish started to sway and dance provocatively.  Then he stopped her and they both watched the video playback.  He needed to change the zoom and move the camera forward inside the box a little so you couldn’t see the edge of the hole.  He wiped what they had filmed and they started again.  This time she was really in the mood and danced in a much more suggestive manner.  The dress hugging her curves and showing a good amount of cleavage

Dave leaned back against the wall, he admired her body; her incredible curves, the black dress wrapping around her thighs. Her breasts looked massive, straining against the material, as she arched her back; her nipples outlined, as if the dress material was sheer.  She saw him admiring her and lifted her dress up to show him she had her suspender belt on.  “Fuck!” thought Dave, suspenders always made him horny.  

She swayed over to him and had him unzip her dress, then slid it down over her hips a let it drop to the floor.  She went back to the middle of the room and removed her bra, pulled and tweaked her nipples with one hand, the other she used to let her hair out.

Finally she slid her panties down over her undulating thighs and let them drop to the floor.

She looked over at him and asked why he was still dressed.  Dave undressed so quickly, he felt some of the seems tearing in his haste.  She beckoned him into the middle of the floor, he realised she wanted him on camera, she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.  

He tried to get her to stop, feeling his seed rising up his shaft.  But she wouldn’t let go and he couldn’t hold it back and flooded her mouth.

Trish hopped up and went into the kitchen to rinse her mouth out; unfortunately she never swallowed him.  When she came back into the lounge, she found Dave checking out the video, and rushed over to watch, admonishing him for watching it without her.  But he turned it off and said he would get it going on the TV.

They sat on the couch both still naked, his arm around her shoulders caressing a breast. and when the film reached her giving him a blow the job, he turned his head and saw the glazed look in her eye and her hand between her legs. 

He realised he was rock hard again, pulled her to the floor, lifted her legs up onto his shoulders, and took her hard.   Trish came almost immediately, the euphoria of her orgasm forcing moans of pleasure from her lips.

Dave, though very aroused by her orgasm, was nowhere near ready to cum.  He slowed though, expecting Trish to be finished, as usually she would be too sensitive, to carry on for very long.  But tonight she just matched his movements, and as he continued, she started encouraging him with strong jerks of her hips to quicken.  And soon she was yelled out again, urging him to go harder.  He pulled back, rolled her over, lifted her to her knees, and took her doggy style, something she liked when she was really aroused.

Soon she came again, amazing Dave, as he didn’t think she had had a double orgasm before.  Her climax had set him off as well, and they slumped to the floor and lay there cuddling until they found the energy to crawl off to bed.

—-

Friday morning Dave and Trish slept in until around 9:00, the house being so quiet with no kids around.  She had arranged with the school not to go in that day, which wasn’t a problem.  They had an early lunch then headed down to the shop and spent the afternoon preparing lots of delicious finger food plates.  About 3:30 Dave drove down to the local of-license and bought the condiments to make half a dozen different cocktails.  All well within the budget Bob had provided.  

At about 7 o’clock, they loaded up the van and Dave drove to the hotel, with Trish following in her car.  Dave pulled up outside the loading dock and waited while Trish parked.  Then they went looking for the loading bay boss, he had already spotted them, introduced himself as Mata and directed them to park the van in the loading dock.  While they were backing the van in, Mata had gotten a trolly ready to get everything up in the service lift, to the penthouse.

He gave them a card for the service lift, and a  key card for the penthouse, explaining that if they needed to get down to the van, they would need the service lift card, to get into the housemaid's room where the lift to the loading bay was.  He told them they could leave the van in the loading dock, as there was no one else with any delivery until late the next day.

Then he gave Trish a card to put in the window of her car, and she went out to the car park and sorted this while Dave got the trolly loaded up with the food and trays of glasses etc.  When Trish returned they all rode up in the service lift and he showed them around the room.  Just inside the door was a two drawer occasional table, with three little cardboard envelopes containing the key cards for rooms. 

Dave picked them up and saw one envelope was marked Penthouse and had the names Peter, George, and James written under the room number.  He remembered that Bob had mentioned his son's name was Peter, so he made a mental note of the groom's name.  He could see by the room numbers that the other two envelopes were for the floor below, the first he looked at had three names, Ted, Jim and Steve, and the other envelope was for Mike and Zack. He tried to remember all these names but knew he probably would forget some of them, as he was hopeless with names.

Mata said he would leave them to it, “I won’t be there when you come down after midnight, as I finish at 9:00.  But the night porter will be around, probably in my office watching telly, the lazy bastard.  He will open the roller door to let you get the van out.”  Turning to go, Mata remembered something else.  “How is the stripper getting here?  I’d like to get a look at her.”

Trish spoke up.  “I’m going to pick her up and bring her up to the room, but she’s not going to be here until ten so you will miss her.  Then I’m going home, as my husband won’t let me stay.”

“Bloody right, a lovely lady like you shouldn’t be in a room full of lecherous young stags.  Not right at all.  Remember you will need to take the Penthouse key card, as it is the only card that will allow you back onto this floor.” He replied.

When he had left, Trish turned to Dave.  “Lecherous young guys, indeed!  That man couldn’t take his eyes off me.  Every time you were looking the other way, he was undressing me with his eyes.”

Trish again tried to convince Dave that she should stay and help.

But Dave shut her down,  “These guys are from a different class than we are.  They have too much money and think they can buy anything.  I’m expecting them to push the stripper to go a lot further than she may want.  So I don’t want you here, if it gets a bit out of hand.  

Trish argued that her being there would keep things in hand.  But Dave put his foot down, “things getting out of hand are what makes a good stag do.  I’ll take you to a strip club one night, you can see what happens there.”

“I wouldn’t be seen dead at a strip club. What of someone we knew, saw us there?”  Trish exclaimed.  But she finally, gave in and said she would go home after dropping Ann off.

Dave took in the penthouse; they were standing in a very smartly decorated lounge room, straight ahead of them were two three-seater sofas and a couple of lazy boy chairs, they had been arranged in an arc facing the wall to our left, which had a TV on it.  Behind the sofas were large ranch sliders opening out onto a balcony with a fabulous view of the harbour.  The seating didn’t look right, but Dave ascertained that the hotel knew what was happening that night and had rearranged the seating in an arc, facing where the stripper was to dance in front of the TV.

As he had seen before, the far end of the lounge it was split into a dining and kitchen area with an island bench.  On this Dave could see three large cartons of booze.  He went and had a look at them and found Whisky, Bourbon, Vodka, Gin, Tequila, Brandy, and some Liqueurs.  There was also four dozen packs of beer on the floor.  He opened the fridge to put some of the cans of beer in and found four bottles of Veuve Clicquot Brut Yellow Label Champagne.  And saw that all the lower shelves had bags of ice on them. 

Dave was amazed, there was way too much booze here for just eight guys.  He shut the fridge door, he was hoping Trish may not see the bubbly, and when he brought a couple of bottles home later tonight, it may get him back in Trish’s good books.

“Trish can you go down to the van and bring up the large Chilly Bin, I’ll load it with ice for some of this beer.”  Then he proceeded to set up all the drinks and glasses they had with them, out on the bench.

While Trish was away getting the Chilly Bin, he checked in the bedrooms, the one nearest the entry had two large beds.  The other, that backed onto the kitchen, was the master bedroom and had a large King sized bed and a full wall window, that looked out onto a view of the city.  In between the two bedrooms, each room had its own on-suit.   Very nice thought Dave, how the other half lives.

He then got out the Egyptian vase and the little chest containing the video camera and placed them on the shelves in the kitchen.  They looked just like they were part of the decor.

Just then his phone rang.  It was Silvia, “Dave we have a problem!” Echoed in his ear. “I’ve just had a call from Anne, she got a tummy bug and is vomiting and going from the other end as well.  No way is she going to be able to do the gig tonight.  And she is too scared to phone you.”

“Fuck! Silvia, what can we do?  I can’t afford this evening to go wrong, it’s very important to us.  I told you who the client is.”

Silvia replied, “I’ll get on the phone and find you someone, I’ll call you back soon.”

“I’m busy setting up, so I’ll give my phone to my wife, she can sit downstairs and organise it with you.  Please don’t let us down?”

“I think my flatmate will do it, but I haven't managed to get a hold of her yet.  She’s often said to me she would like to come with me and strip one night and she’s really cute. The guys will love her.  Leave it with me, and tell your wife, I’ll call within half an hour.”

When Trish arrived back with the bin, she let out a tirade about Mata, “bloody lecherous bastard, the only time he took his eyes off my tits, was when I crawled into the back of the van to get the chilly bin, and then I could feel his eyes burning into my arse.”    Then she saw the worry on Dave’s face.  “What's wrong?”

“The bloody stripper is sick.  Silvia is jacking up her friend to do it, can you take the phone and wait downstairs, and find where to pick her up?  Silvia has promised to call back soon.” 

“How can this happen to us?  It’s almost 8:30, you said the guys will be here at 9:00.  I’ll help you set up, then go and wait.”

“Just set the food on the dining table and go, I don’t want you here when they walk in.  Please?” the worry clear in his voice.

Dave put two dozen of the beer in the Chilly Bin on the floor at the end of the bench, then carried on setting himself up for making the cocktails.  It only took Trish ten minutes and she had all the food laid out, grabbed the phone off Dave, and headed out the door.

“Keep me in touch with what is happening,” Dave called out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll call you on the room phone.”  She called out as the door closed, her voice sounding just as worried as his.

To be continued…….