Charlie had suggested that she would take Frankie and I out for lunch at the Frankie's favourite Italian Restaurant. The one Charlie and I had visited the previous evening. I offered to pay for our lunch but Charlie told me sternly "I was supposed to take you for a meal yesterday but Alberto gave us the meal on the house. I'll be paying the bill." The tone of her voice was very reminiscent of my old headmistress. It told me that Charlie was not going to become involved in a dispute.
I asked her: "Can I at least buy the wine?"
"No I've already ordered it" Charlie responded as she strode purposefully to the front door. Frankie slipped her arm in mine, she smiled up at me and said; "You've been told Swordsman."
I asked if she ever intended to use my Christian name, Frankie chuckled and clutched my arm she rested her head on it affectionately; "No, you're a Swordsman and that's what I'll always call you. The description fits you to a tee, doesn't it Charlie?"
Charlie glanced back her blue eyes were shining and her face was wreathed in broad smile; "It certainly does."
When we walked out of the front door where a taxi was waiting for us, Charlie told us she'd ordered it and reserved a table while Frankie and I were getting dressed; "Am I allowed to pay for the taxi." I asked.
Charlie told me she had an account. Frankie burst out laughing as she clambered into the rear seat with Charlie, telling her; "He's a man, they're a very proud species."
Charlie surprised us both when she replied that I had a lot to be proud of. Both of them laughed, Charlie's laugh was quite genteel; Frankie's was raucous. As the cab pulled away from the house I felt Frankie kick the back of my seat. When I turned around her hand was clutching her crotch as she mouthed "Swordsman."
We arrived at the Restaurant and I jumped out to open the rear door. Frankie clambered out first flashing her naked cunt. Charlie got out of the vehicle keeping her thighs and knees clenched together. I opened the door to the Restaurant and stepped aside allowing the girls to walk in. A waiter came to greet us and showed us to our table.
I noticed it was the same table Charlie and I had occupied the previous evening. The waiter pulled Charlie's chair back and I did the same with Frankie's. When I sat down Frankie announced that I'd opened all the doors and held her chair while she sat, so I had all the basic manners correct.
When I protested that I wasn't a complete Neanderthal. Charlie clasped my hand and told me; "Don't be so quick to take offence that was a compliment, wasn't it Frankie?"
Charlie confirmed her remark was intended as a compliment and was sorry I hadn't perceived it to be one. The waiter returned handed us the Menus and showed me the bottle of wine which was a vintage Barolo a very fruit red.
He informed me the wine had been opened earlier to allow it to breathe as he poured a little wine into my glass; I took a small sip swilling it over my palate and nodded my approval. The waiter poured wine into the girl's glasses before returning to top up mine.
Charlie asked what I thought of her choice. I told her it was superb, full bodied and silky smooth. I had sampled Barolo before, but not of this vintage or quality. Charlie informed us that a second bottle had been ordered as she raised her glass. As our glasses touched Frankie toasted quietly; "To the Swordsman."
We ordered our meals and made small talk until the meals arrived. The acting head waiter returned only minutes later to enquire if the food was to our liking. Charlie replied that it was excellent as usual and told him she would call him if we required anything. The waiter understood, Charlie smiled warmly and thanked him.
As he walked away Charlie leaned forwards and asked me to tell them both a little about myself. I began by telling them how old I was, that I was recently divorced and had no children. I was a self employed Private Detective who worked with Private and Corporate Clients; I also did a lot of freelance work for larger Agencies.
This was news to Frankie who asked me if my work was dangerous and exciting. Telling the truth I said life as a Private Detective was boring most of the time, citing the case I was currently working on. I explained that I couldn't go into detail but I had spent the previous ten nights sitting in a bush, dressed in a camouflage suit.
They were both astonished and asked what I had been doing that required me to go to such extreme lengths; "I was doing surveillance on a married woman who was believed to be having an affair. I was asked to compile evidence to establish her adultery." Charlie asked if the surveillance had been successful, and what kind of evidence I had to obtain to prove the case.
The job was a success I told them; I was able to prove she was having an affair with her husband's business partner. I had recorded the times dates and places the woman and her lover met. I had also had video footage of her committing adultery. Frankie gasped, leaned forward and asked quietly; "You took a video of the woman and her lover fucking, how?"
"I hid in a bush at the edge of a sports field; it overlooked the rear patio window of her lover's home address. I had to sit there for ten days before I got the video footage of them going at it."
Frankie demanded details; "Where did they fuck and in what position?"
Charlie put down her cutlery and leaned forward anxious to hear my reply; "Doggy fashion with the woman over the back of the sofa in the lounge."
Frankie was the more flushed of the two and asked; "Was he fucking her arse?"
"Frankie" exclaimed Charlie blushing furiously.
Frankie replied; "Admit it; you're desperate to know?"
Charlie smiled and nodded.
Frankie asked; "Do you still have the video of the woman getting her arse fucked, can we watch it?"
Charlie clenched her hands into tight fists on the table; her breathing was catching in her throat as she waited for my reply. The short answer I told them was I didn't know if the sex was anal or vaginal. Charlie asked again if I had the video, and almost begged to see it.
I told her I couldn't show them the video; the woman might be a relative or friend of theirs for all I knew.
Changing the subject I told Frankie I wanted to hear more about her. The very first thing she said was; "Well I'm not a lesbian and neither is Charlie." Charlie hid her face in her manicured hands; "A lot of people at the Gym think I am. I have short hair, I'm no film star and I'm always wearing a sweaty tracksuit."
I contradicted Frankie; "You're no film start what do you mean? Go have a long at yourself in the mirror. You're bloody ravishing; most women would kill to have your body and looks."
Charlie nodded in agreement telling me; "She says things like that a lot, she's always putting herself down." Frankie's face lit up and she asked, if I honestly thought she was pretty; "You're bloody gorgeous, your body is fantastic, you're cannonball size tits are incredible. I won't even mention the things you can do with your cunt. You're amazing."
Frankie's muffled her laughter by clasping her hands over her mouth. Charlie looked at me with raised eyebrows and wide eyes; "Get Frankie to teach you the trick she can do, it's stupendous."
Charlie looked across at Frankie who was giggling and hid her blushing face in her hands called. Charlie called for the second bottle of Barolo, the response was instant. The waiter appeared in seconds and refilled our empty glasses.
The interruption allowed Frankie time to stop giggling, when the waiter left the table she continued. She told us she was twenty four, single and lived in a small flat, which she shared with a friend at the gym. She'd recently broken up with her boyfriend who was a personal trainer at the gym.
She discovered that he was a drug abuser after six months of living together. She noticed first that he started to have mood swings. Then he became violent and accused her of having affairs. Although she ended the relationship months ago her former boyfriend refused to accept it was over.
Frankie told us that he still caused trouble for her at work; and was responsible for starting the rumour she was gay. She glanced across the table at Charlie then went on to tell me about their relationship; "You know I'm Charlie's personal trainer, we workout at her home three mornings every week."
She told me when she had a day off from the gym; they'd train together for ages then go for a sauna and a swim. Frankie went on to explain that they separated from their respective partners within a couple weeks of each other. They were both pretty down, to cheer them up Charlie had brought her to this Restaurant for lunch, they had got quite drunk.
When they returned to Charlie's house they went skinny dipping in the pool; "You've seen her body, it's amazing? I think I touched her tits to see how hard they were, the result was electric. We couldn't keep our hands off each other; we were both drunk and horny as hell."
I glanced across at Charlie who hadn't said a word, she was blushing furiously. Giggling Frankie explained, it had taken weeks before they figured out they weren't lesbians. Charlie was smiling and nodding as she said; "I'm so glad you told him about us, I had no idea what I was going to say."
I reassured them it was no different to a bloke masturbating; we all had needs that had to be satisfied one way or another. Frankie chuckled and asked; "So you'd let another bloke jerk you off?"
Charlie gasped and covered her mouth as she looked at me wide eyed. My reply was instantaneous; "No way in hell, I'd chop it off first."
