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.
