This is one of a series best read in order.
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In the mid-sixties the camp bought an adjacent piece of property that bordered our lake on the far side. It had a lodge, a stretch of beach on our lake, a private pond on the far side of the house, several acres of trees and a beautiful open glade that came down to the pond but was mostly hidden from view of the lodge. The owner, a man named Crocket, held the mortgage and we began to use the lodge for staff programs and special events.
The staff had a habit of sneaking over to the pond at night to skinny dip and fuck. I once commented about how on nights with a full moon you could watch the girls strip and swim and sometimes hear the sounds of a young couple enjoying the pleasures of the evening on the grass next to the pond.
When Crocket died, the estate got tied up in probate and the bank started making all kinds of trouble for us. The lawyer took possession of the property and the camp was forbidden to use it. They padlocked the gate and posted "No Trespassing" signs all along the fence. That did not particularly stop the staff on their late night excursions. The only access to the lodge by car was from the main road, a lot further than the back road from camp.
It turned out, that the lawyer engineered some of the difficulties so that he could take the lodge for his own personal use and he came up many weekends and for a few weeks during the summer to enjoy the place. When he died, his partners reviewed the file and decided that it was all a lot of bullshit and decided to return the property to us with a cash settlement on condition that there would be no legal action. We were thrilled just to get the property and the money, especially since both were totally unexpected.
The keys were returned to us only two weeks before the camp opened for the season and there was no time to advertise the reopening of the Lodge for the summer. I'd hoped to use it as a marketing device, especially with parents, who have fond memories of the place. It was a good thing we didn't advertise it.
When I went inside, I discovered that the lawyer had made some interesting additions to the place. Several of the bedrooms had large, four-poster beds, with strong decorative eyebolts mounted high and low on the posts. He had a telescope set up in the master bedroom that was aimed through the trees at the camp's waterfront. When I looked through it, I realized that it was powerful enough to watch the girls on the beach of our lake. It also had a camera attachment and there were several blow-ups of our former staff on his wall. He was a good photographer.
In looking around the place, I realized that every mirror in the lodge was one way glass with a video camera stashed behind it. This made for some interesting possibilities.
I was glad that I'd decided not to open the lodge for this summer but to keep it for private use, as opportunity allowed. I'd planned to wait until the end of the summer to decide which way to go for the future but I'd already considered how to enjoy this place at the end of this summer. But now, Fiona provided an opportunity to use at least parts of the lodge right now.
Fiona arrived at the lodge on time. When I pulled up in my car, she was waiting on the porch. I showed her inside and left her standing next to the coffee table as I walked over to the stereo. She gazed around the lodge and was pleased by how nice and "country" it looked.
"Kick your shoes off and then climb up on the table." I instructed as I turned and watched her obey. "I want you to do a strip tease for me." I said as I turned on the stereo. Fiona listened to the music and then feeling somewhat self-conscious began to move to the music.
