Lakeside was a hive of activity as alterations were made, signs were written and preparations underway for the 'Nostalgia' evening.
Gerald advised and helped too. I hadn't ever seen such enthusiasm in his demeanour and he started earlier and worked even later than he normally did. Our younger friends came during the week, as they took their summer holidays early, and stayed with Tony and Melissa.
By Thursday when the summer crowd started to arrive at Maple Lake, we were ready for a most successful night of frivolity. We hired all our young friends to help staff the bar and wait tables, convinced that they would be needed.
When the phone rang on Friday morning I answered. It was Kent phoning from the local motel to say that he had arrived late on Thursday and had Rick, one of his friends and their wives with them. Because they were a large group, they had booked the Motel and brought two cars. Kent's car was full of stock for the girls.
"Don't need to dress up now guys." he quipped. "Rick's wife and the others can't wait to meet you all. We've told them all about your wonderful place and they are all looking forward to a morning swim in the lake. Nobody brought togs either." He added with a laugh.
They all arrived at ten am. Rick had already seen the bungalow up on the hill and was keen to look inside after a morning swim. His wife Monique, a tall, slender and strikingly beautiful lady in her early forties was equally keen. Their friends Ray and Laurel, a charming couple around the same age as Margaret were overwhelmed by our home.
Following brief introductions we were all in the lake, swimming about and talking like old friends. It was interesting to note, as we had last weekend, that none of our older friends had discernable tan lines on their bodies and the women completely shaved, like Cat and I. Being nude, outdoors, evidently wasn't new to them.
Des took them all up to the bungalow in the convertible while Margaret stayed with Cat and I, at Rome. She had seen all that she needed and asked me to take her out on the lake instead. She wasn't a bit concerned about two or three other boats cruising nearby and I could feel her hardened nipples pressing into my back as she hung on tightly. She had no qualms about revealing her excitement at all. Ken and Cat had gone inside to prepare a light lunch for everyone when they returned while Margaret and I went right around the lake, stopping briefly at Tony and Melissa's little love nest across the lake from Rome. Margaret immediately fell in love with the privacy of area, enthusing about the scenic beauty of the land and the matured trees surrounding the lake frontage.
I loved Margaret's company. Age difference between us seemed quite irrelevant as we talked about things that I wouldn't dare to discuss with my own mother. She was interested in my family group, realising that Cat and Ken were more than just friends of ours. She told me that communal living wasn't new and brought a great many benefits to the participants. It had been widely practised in the sixties but in some cases it had produced unfortunate cults. Kent and herself had never tried it but had often discussed the benefits as well as the disadvantages. They had never found the right people to join up with. I found myself drawn to this open minded lady more and more as we talked. She was so understanding. When we saw the convertible return we made our way back. I could have talked to her all day as we had now become firm friends.
After a bit of good natured haggling Kent and Rick did buy the older bungalow. Their friend Ray had been a builder before going into his own business, pronouncing the structure sound and the new renovations well crafted. It was no surprise to me because Margaret had told me that they would be buying it earlier on. I was glad, mainly because I looked forward to her company, knowing we would see more of them now. They had been into town and seen the new signs on Lakeside, as we now called it. Tony had put the shop on hold but the foundation was there and he had assured us that it would be completed soon. The rest of Friday was spent organising the bungalow for occupation. We put a lot of the old furniture from Rome into the bungalow. The power and phone had been connected, for Tony to order materials. Kent was happy to stay at the motel but was out voted by his friends. Margaret looked forward to moving in immediately, saying that motel living was not really to her liking as she preferred the privacy of their own home.
Saturday night was a huge success, lasting well through the night. We introduced Kent and his friends to all the townsfolk that we knew, as the newest property owners in Maple Lake. Margaret, as I had expected got on really well with Harold's wife, Heather. Darlene was overjoyed as her mother didn't have a lot of friends her own age that had so much in common.
The convivial patrons almost drank the bar dry, costuming was superb and the band performed beyond the six hours I had arranged. Best of all, Kent told me he was going to arrange all the buyers he could to use the facilities mid-week. He expected better results in a more exotic surrounding. Now that they had their own base here, with Rick on site to arrange lighting and presentation, he liked the idea a lot. He was impressed with Melissa and Darlene's plans and the proximity of Maple Lake to other cities. There was also an airfield close by. The younger patrons appeared to enjoy the evening, staying much later than I had expected. Gerald congratulated us all on our efforts, reserving special comment for Cathy. We worked over the summer break, virtually equalling the previous year's annual profit. Maple Lake's accommodation venues were happy to provide mid week off season rates that assured the convention idea's viability, whilst adding to the profits of Lakeside Entertainment.
Cat and I had missed the thrill factor for those busy weeks, that we had experienced most recently at the nude revue bar in Rose Valley, but work had to take priority. The midweek events that we planned over the winter now included strip shows, but we needed to access some professional strippers to put on the sort of show that we would need to provide the largely male audience that we were expecting. Conferences would produce a lot of free spending businessmen and we wanted to encourage that type of clientele. The first opportunity came after the main holiday crowds had thinned out and Gerald could handle the business during the week.
We rang Bill Edmonds that week and arranged to have an evening's fun. He was pleased to hear from us and offered us a spot immediately. That night we all drove to the city. Des and Ken were as delighted as Cat and I. They always enjoyed watching us and the other girls as we exhibited ourselves in the nude. Cat and I carried a bag with costume changes, including some of the more exciting BDSM gear. We arrived early, as Bill had requested, meeting all the regular girls before show-time. Bill asked if we would be prepared to give private shows in the next room. We didn't really need the money so much now but I agreed.
I was first on, looking out at the audience nervously as I waited. Cat was talking to the other girls, cautiously sounding some of the better looking ladies out for future shows at Maple Lake. I stepped on stage as the music started, sensing the relief of a heroin addict receiving a fix. I looked forward to giving shows but the last four weeks had not provided the opportunity to flaunt my body in the same way as I would tonight. It was different to the previous evening that I had performed here. I found that the audience was more subdued at first as I went into my routine. I had removed my costume before I heard the first indications of approval and as I danced moving closer to certain tables the first hands started waving money at me. Now I weaved seductively through the crowd to increasing demand as I became more accommodating to their requests, opening myself up a lot more intimately to their lustful eyes. My clit ring seemed to fascinate some of the older men in particular and I soon had my first request for a private photo session in the adjoining room. I made my way back to the stage with a handful of tips. Two men had agreed to pay me for some explicit photos in the private room. There was an entrance to this room from the dressing room and I opened the door. An elevated pedestal in the centre of the room, where I was expected to provide the men with private entertainment and photo opportunities, awaited me. The other strippers had told me what to expect.
I extracted the agreed amount from the first man and put my foot on his shoulder while he took a photo, then posed in the ways he asked while he took others. Although I felt uncomfortable about providing such explicit shots at first there was a growing wetness between my legs and the faint aroma of my sex that pleased him so much that he gave me extra money. The second man just wanted to talk to me while I spread my legs and showed him my pierced clitoris, telling him how it felt when the procedure was being done. I could feel his hot breath when he was talking but I felt totally in control as I opened my lips up for him but I couldn't help feeling sad that he felt that he had to pay extra to see a woman's genitalia up close in this degrading way. The girls had told me that a lot of these older men were just lonely and didn't mind paying extra money for a few brief minutes with them. I preferred the stage work, realising later how the girls could easily become addicted to hard drugs in dealing with some of the weird and sad requests that they received on a nightly basis.
I conveyed the information to Cat before she went on and she and I were both more selective after that. Overall the night was a success. The audience changing, as the night progressed, to a more playful and receptive group of spectators. Maybe I was just being too critical.
By the end of the evening we had made friends with several likely girls and had their contact details. Those ladies earned their money the hard way at Rose Valley, dealing with some the sad individuals in the process, with monotonous regularity. I hoped that doing shows for us at Lakeside would appeal to them. Confidence was restored after my first demeaning private show, and I looked forward to making our own format at Lakeside far more entertaining.
On this particular night, Des and Ken had used their time well. They discussed business with the manager, Bill Edmonds, making him aware that we could provide the BDSM gear that Cat and I wore in one of our acts, as well as a larger range of costumes. He provided them with a list of clubs in the area that we could approach, as well as placing a generous order with Ken for the Revue Bar's costuming stock. There was a growing market now for Kent's more radical gear. Cat and I loved to wear the variety of apparel that we had modelled only once before outside of Kent's city boutique.
I remembered that Ken appeared to revel in playing the Master and the delicious pre-orgasmic sensations of waiting outside a room full of noisy strangers, blindfolded and sexually exposed. Maple Lake would never be ready for the kind of show that brought those feelings to life in me but in a private function among devotees of that strange subculture I had to admit I often thought back to that evening with a strange longing. Cat's words returned to me as I kissed her and I whispered.
