My sisters operated one of the most successful small photo studios in Toronto and had developed a niche for the Boudoir photos that women were giving their husbands and boyfriends. A steady word of mouth referral system of wedding parties generated some additional Boudoir clients.
On more than one occasion, the bride's entourage booked some time for the boudoir photos as part of the bride's "girl's night out party".
I was very close to one of my sisters and she let me review the pics of the better looking girls.
Some of them had quite revealing photos and they had assumed that there was privacy and confidentiality because that was the contract guarantee.
For the most part the ladies took all the negatives etc. home with them, but with the complicity of my sister, I was able to keep copies of the photos I liked because I helped out with the processing.
Of course I shared my collection with a few pals and they always anxiously awaited new material
The studio was in a large home and after hours photo shoots could be very cozy with alcohol served. I was never allowed on the premises when the Boudoir shots were taken t to create the effect of a women only club which seemed to result in a relaxed environment where the girls might disrobe.
But early the next day I would arrive at 6 am and process the night's photos.
Add in some booze and saucy talk and some of the photos were quite revealing and explicit.
It was always quite thrilling to see what I might find.
Its amazing how naïve some people can be!
As luck would have it a group of seven ladies from out of town were booked for a Friday niter session as part of their weekend getaway girls stag etc.
Three of the girls had been in weeks earlier to see the place and book the session and my sister had jokingly told me "wait till you see the beauties booked for next weekend"
I found out where the ladies would be staying and told my sister to recommend a certain bar for the Saturday night.
I told some of my buddies to meet me at the bar that Saturday night and that there would be some potential.
I had tried this twice before and the girls had snubbed us both times after we had bought them a lot of expensive drinks. My buddies and I are very ordinary looking and a little on the short side so we don't score much prime beef.
I was at the studio at 6 am that Saturday and as usual my sister that lived there was still asleep.
The photos had to be ready for pickup with negatives by 3 pm.
That's why my younger sister let me "help" without my older sister, a divorced man-hater_ knowing about it.
On this day I hit the jackpot! Seven stunningly gorgeous girls and all showing tits and pussy! Wow!
I made the prints I wanted and finished the job, then rushed over to one of my buddies place.
At first he did not believe that the photos were amateurs but I finally convinced him.
Then we started thinking about the upcoming night!
What if they don't show up? What if they have dates? They must have husbands or boyfriends! Women that gorgeous always do!
We also came to the realization that we could not land them anyway! Too gorgeous!
But the more we looked at the pics the more we dreamed about fucking them!
My buddy came up with the plan.
We would call our two fireman buddies who were chick magnets and let them in on the opportunity and perhaps we could get them back to their house which was a real bachelor pad with some hidden cameras installed.
We had watched a lot of film of these two screwing women's brains out and because I shared my pic stash we had sort of a small club forming.
When we got to the bar at 7pm you could say were a little anxious.
Our two fireman buds said to call them if and when the chicks showed up.
We did not have to wait too long. About 8:30 the girls walked in and all the guys in the bar had to stare.
They were all dolled up and even more gorgeous in person with dresses and stockings and that eighties big hair look that was popular at the time. I would guess that they were all between 25 and 28 years old
My buddy went to call the firefighters and I ordered drinks to be sent over to the bar where the ladies were sitting on bar stools.
They accepted! Great! Step 1 accomplished but I knew I had just burned through a hundred bucks!
I tried to make small talk and was joined by my buddy who immediately started jabbering about girl's night out etc. We introduced ourselves to the two blonds the four brunettes and the auburn haired looker. They were formal and standoffish. The auburn haired looker actually introduced herself as Miss Cascadden!
She was as tall as I was and I am 5 foot 8
