Dear Reader: If you haven't already, I suggest you read Heidi's other story from Paradise.
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The next morning it did not surprise Heidi to see that Chuck Fowler had picked up his press pass and shown up at the of the photo shoot.
It was also not necessary to introduce him to the crew or, most especially, to the models. By the time she spotted him, he seemed to have charmed everyone, and in the right order.
He made sure the Art Director was aware that he was a legitimate visitor and that the photographer was likewise informed and that any time they felt he was in the way, to let him know and he would do exactly as he was told. He also schmoozed with the crew and had all his bases covered before he began directing his attention to the models.
Shortly after a lunch break one of the models, Nanette Serafino, came up to Heidi and asked her, "What is that Fowler guy's game? Is he for real?"
"Oh yeah, he's for real. He's a big time CEO of an insurance company. Why do you ask?"
"Well he asked if I'd like to have dinner with him tonight. He said you knew him, and I just wondered if there was anything else I should know about him."
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know is he a pervert, or gay or anything like that?"
"I don't think he's a perv and I'm absolutely sure he's not gay."
Nanette smiled at her and said, "So you think he'll expect a desert course after dinner."
"Sure, but he won't force himself on you and my guess is you'll enjoy it. And I can assure you the dinner will be great."
"Okay, well thanks for the info."
"No problem. Enjoy."
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Just before they wrapped up the shoot for the day, a second model, Margie Renaud, approached Heidi and asked her pretty much the same questions as Nanette had asked her.
As it happened, Mr. Fowler had asked Margie to dinner, as well. He did this and let both of them know what he had done. He didn't want any surprises. Heidi was curious as to why he had chosen to do this: Did he want a mΓ©nage Γ trios or was he just trying to increase the odds of his getting laid.
In any case, they all met at the appointed time in the lobby of their hotel and were driven to dinner in Mr. Fowler's Mercedes limo.
As Heidi had promised, dinner was exquisite. The restaurant was described by Chuck as 'Country French', food was simple, but beautifully prepared and paired with just the right wine. All of it was ordered by their host and when they finished the car magically appears to drive them back to the hotel.
"Well, would you young ladies like to join me in my room for nightcap?"
"Margie responded, "I think I'll pass. I'm no good the next day if I don't get a good night's sleep."
"I understand. How about you, Nanette?"
"Not without Margie", she said. "Come on, Mar it's early."
"Oh, what the hell, okay."
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The ride in the elevator to the hotel's top floor was a bit awkward, as no one knew exactly what was going to transpire. But when they realized that there were only four rooms on the entire floor, they knew his would be large (the room, that is) what they didn't anticipate was the level of luxury. Just as Heidi had been the previous night, they were impressed.
Both of them were drawn to the view outside the window. Lights were beginning to come on in the fading daylight. Pointing to a spot on the curving arc of the shoreline, excitedly. Margie said, "Look that's where we were shooting this afternoon. This is fabulous, Chuck!"
"Well... it ain't much, but it's what we do. Would you girls like a snifter of Brandy?"
"That sounds great.", Margie said and Nanette agreed.
He poured cognac from a bottle of Courvoisier and handed one to each of them, then took one for himself. "Here's to a beautiful evening."
"And here's to the evening, but it isn't over yet.", Margie observed." Chuck chose not to remark on what she had in mind, but just took a sip of his cognac. They sat down in a circle of chairs and. sitting across from them, Chuck couldn't help but admire their smoothly tanned legs and lithe young bodies. He felt a pressure begin to develop in his pants and he wondered if there was any way he could gracefully shift positions to relieve his discomfort.
It was Margie that said, "So Chuck, have you ever tried a three-way before?"