While my investigation and eventual application to the Adult Sex Club, "Options," had been an endeavor that had turned out light years more erotic that I could have ever anticipated... during that same time I'd also stumbled onto something else that had peaked my interest.
While cruising the internet one night I happened upon an adult, "Friend Finder," site. Offering, "millions" of subscribers, "World Wide." I perused what I could and then did a little investigating, reading the posts of former and current members who had found the site's promises either lacking or more rewarding than they'd hoped. Since membership was free, I figured I'd take a chance and see what it was all about.
And, as usual when something is free... it was a waste of time.
With the way the site was set up, the listings of the current membership was listed by category, meaning those that paid the most got first listings and the full package of benefits. As a, "free," member, I couldn't instigate a conversation with other members and my profile was so limited that no one would be interested in us. So against my better judgment, I joined.
That worked... in the sense that I was now free to see pictures of and read about current members and to also expand my search area. Membership had the added benefit of having members now able to read our profile as well, resulting in a dozen requests for more information and pictures in my mail box the next morning.
Pictures were something I hadn't considered.
Since I liked to keep Elle in the dark about my plans, her knowing in advance what I was thinking would more than likely cause her to react negatively or prematurely to those plans. So asking her to let me take "suggestive" pictures of her might draw a, "What for?" from her.
I contemplated that for a night and decided she wouldn't balk at pictures taken at 2Hot or Seductive Nights. All I'd need do would be to frame the request with, "Jesus baby... you look so damn sexy in that dress...!"
Despite the success of our "Orientation" experience, further rendezvous with Elle were waylaid by our usual family obligations and my business demands. It took us almost another two weeks before we were able to get away on another date and that only because she got an afternoon off from school, the vote by the school committee on the naming of a new principal to be held that day. My explanation of why I needed a camera, as we walked into 2Hot, was passed off by my wanting to, "... see you in the various outfits you model..." in case we didn't buy any of them... so I'll have a catalog of things to buy you, ... just in case something comes up for a special night out."
She never gave it a second thought.
Kat, on the other hand, made me promise not to even expose the camera if there were other customers in the store.
I could understand that if we fit the profile of her, "average," customer, given the state of Elle and my relationship.
After she'd modeled the three outfits that Kat had set aside for her, I had over a hundred shots to choose from. And I bought all three ensembles.
That night I downloaded five pictures, all showing her body but not her face, along with addition profile entries. I hoped that would draw a positive response.
Boy was I wrong!
The next morning, I had twenty six emails in my on-site box, all but two of them demanding more pictures, all of those wanting pictures that included her face and three of those wanting pictures of her face with their cock in her mouth!
This wasn't going to be as easy as I thought.
Over the next four days, I received another nineteen messages, all but two of them similar to the previous twenty six. And neither of the two that had shown promise answered my reply to them.
Week one... and we'd been shut out.
The following Wednesday, I told my last story of the year, the children thrilled that they and their favorite summer things to do, were included in Alexis and Batman's trip to the beach. Lots of hugs and, "Thank you's," and then Elle asked Mrs. Harrington, the teacher in the adjoining classroom, to take a picture of she and I, sitting in the middle of the entire class. It was a great picture... if only because you couldn't see Elle's hand in my lap!
With the school year nearly finished, Elle and I sat around after she'd herded the kids to lunch, planning some fun for the upcoming summer. That said, the school year might have ended, but not without controversy.
It seemed that the superintendent and school committee had gone against the recommendation of the Faculty Advisory Board and hired a young assistant principal from a community in an adjacent county to replace the retired Leo. "People here are pissed," Elle told me, "saying that they'd wasted their time and energy in researching the best candidates, only to have their recommendations overridden."
"Related to one of the school committee?" I asked.
A laugh, "It's possible," she replied, "he hasn't even completed his Master's in Administration yet. The girls on the committee said he offered to take less salary until he finishes that process, but they're still pissed."
"Another case of, "You get what you pay for?" I said.
"We'll see. School officially ends today but we have to come in tomorrow to turn in the report cards and fill out the student profile papers. The Superintendent is having the new guy come in at 2:PM for a, "Meet and Greet," so we'll all know a lot more after that."
We made tentative plans for the following Tuesday, both Kim and TJ already signed up for a Summer Arts program.
That night I got my first serious hit on the, "Friend Finder," site. Forty eight year old divorced guy, wrote legibly, was able to articulate his reasons for wanting to hook up and better still, he had his own IT business and was available anytime we were, so I asked about the following Tuesday. "What time and where?" his only requirements. I asked him to give me a day to set it up.
Since this would be my/our first foray into internet, "dating," I wanted to make sure of a couple of things, most importantly that this guy wasn't law enforcement! The other would be... that he wasn't a pervert! I excluded myself from that designation since I was doing this for Elle and not myself.
(Rationalizing is one of my many attributes!)
With all that in mind, I figured that a public meeting would protect Elle and I, Seductive Nights offering the best cover as there were always three or more girls on the sales floor. The plan I laid out had Dean, my new friend, entering the store ten minutes after we did. I would make sure Elle was in the dressing room and all he would need to do is walk past as she was undressing. While I didn't tell him that she would, "inadvertently," leave the curtain slightly open, I knew that he would, automatically look to his right and that would get things going. If he was a cop... what had she done? Nothing! She just accidentally left the curtain partly open. And if he thought that maybe we were cops... what had he done? Nothing! He'd just glanced into a dressing room that he thought was unoccupied.
