Part 19
Last month I was an average, married, accountant. Now I'm a single, rich, promiscuous, sex crazed, businesswoman, renovating a bar and starting a sex club.
What's next? Or Who's next?
I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did creating.
Chapter 46
Last night
Steve impressed with a Greek Feast, Orzo soup, pita bread. Kleftiko lamb, Souvlaki, Keftedes beef meatballs. Dessert was Baklava, and Greek yogurt.
He got his $25 per hour.
8am, arriving at 5F, new appliances are being installed.
"Coffee's on, fresh, warm croissants," Steve says,
"Erin, simply burgers for lunch, this install will take a couple hours."
4 painters in the bar, the dark brown wainscotting is transformed to bright white, upper walls a light tan. Upstairs rooms are done. Café floor is being resealed.
Security system will be completely operational today.
I call Terry, the bartender.
"Are you available this evening 5-9ish?"
"Sure, I'll be there."
I text Jenny: Pizza @ 5, Sexy, lingerie photo shoot at 6, I would like your participation.
Reply: Ok.
A tall, lanky, well dressed fellow, introduces himself as Grant the photographer.
"I want to get an idea of where to shoot, equipment I'll need. Ok if I wander around?"
"Yes, I was thinking of poses on the bar, and on the sofas and mats in the hall."
Another fellow arrives.
"I'm Joe, you wanted a discreet security system." Barely above a whisper.
"Yes, a second secret security spy system, hidden cameras." I show him where.
"Installation after hours."
"I can do that; Wow, hot." Joe says seeing O arrive in her uniform,
"Oh, I'm sorry if that was offensive." He stammers.
"I'm taking orders for burgers and fries. So basic options; one or 2 patties, onions, cheese, bacon."
"Joe, this is my girlfriend Odette, stay and lunch with us, my treat?"
"Thanks, sure, uh, ok"
"All the options, my love."
"Same, without onions please, and uh, thank-you."
"Great, served at 12!" Her happy, bubbly voice, as she wiggles her hips walking away, she pats her butt cheek, and looks over her shoulder and winks."
"Sorry Erin, I wasn't professional, I was stunned by her sexy outfit, and she is gorgeous."
"Ok, that's the look we wanted. Make your plans, see you at lunch."
I'm placing an order for the BDSM room, when Sebastian, my computer guy arrives, he has the webpage ready to launch.
I text Bernice to meet me on the sofas.
"We're doing a photo shoot tonight and I'm doing a video Saturday, I hope to add them on there."
"Upload or delete anytime; it's easy, I'll show you how."
Bernice arrives, we view the webpage; it is well laid out, clean, bright, professional; describes our objective. There's an application to fill out and submit requiring a recent picture, a paragraph describing fantasy, preferences, etc. Signatures required on all legal pages, waivers, STD requirements. It's very classy, simple to navigate; we're both impressed.