Phase 1
It was not tricky to make fresh arrangements -- Des's job allowed for such things, while students were on vacation, and an urgent week-long leave of absence was arranged.
So it was that the next day, when Marnie and Maria re-arranged their flights, they began a five day extension to their 'dream-world', now thrust into harsh reality. The only issue was accommodation. Des scoured the internet, and eventually found a caravan to rent in the lower reaches of the Peak District, which meant they would all be together, and would be close to large centres of population, which would be more viable for their 'project'.
Des and Maria wanted time to plan, and Marnie was content to have an afternoon nap, following the previous night's exertions. They sat, facing each other, Des in shorts and t-shirt, Maria in halter neck bikini top and shorts. All things considered, Des hoped his body would not disgrace itself as their discussion about sexual activity progressed.
'So', he began, 'we want sex. Not to objectify her, but where she feels good about herself, but needs to really let go. So no bukkake, gang bangs or S and M -- but circumstances where she is safe and knows she is sexy as hell. Any ideas?'
Maria considered. 'Well, maybe swinging. The two of us will be there for safety, but it'll be a more charged atmosphere -- at least one new person, maybe more.'
'Good. Do we let the others know about the project?'
'No. Never. It must be only us two. Otherwise, she might be seen as a charity case.' Maria was adamant.
'How about a photoshoot? Just us again, but more hardcore. Using toys, maybe some kinky stuff. Pushing beyond her current limits.'
'And sex with us?' inquired Maria.
He smiled. 'Oh yes'.
Maria smiled as well. Then her face suddenly lifted, as she had another idea.
'How about webcams? You said you knew a site where people watched. Let's make her a webcam star.'
'Oh yes,' enthused Des. 'But we should direct, not participate. Make her the star.'
'Something else', pondered Maria. 'But what?'
While they had been chatting, Des had been idly scouring the internet, and suddenly, as if fate were guiding his hand, he hit on the perfect thing. He turned the laptop round to show Maria. She smiled broadly.
'It's perfect. She loves those things -- and this time, she can be the star!'
It was a hypnotist, performing in a small club. Marnie adored hypnotism and was fascinated by the whole concept. The advert made it clear -- 'Mes Meric' (interesting name) performed to adult only audiences. Further checks on his website made it clear that his show was very risquΓ©, and invited contact from people with birthdays/stag or hen nights/other events to set up an individual. It couldn't have been better.
'I need to make a few calls', said Des. 'I'll let you know how it goes'.
On the long drive to the Peaks, Des reflected on their plans. A photographic studio had been booked, with access to several different sets -- Des had booked three -- a medical set, a Victorian bedroom and a 'wet' set. It looked good, and he had booked four hours the following afternoon.
Next, he had looked up 'swinger clubs', and from the handful nearby, had chosen one which seemed reputable and had rules which ensured fun and safety. Having called and explained his situation (a man with two ladies might seem a little odd), he had been assured that they would be able to get in and, if what he said was correct, be welcomed with open arms.
Finally, it was the hypnotist. He had spoken to someone claiming to be 'Mes Meric's' secretary (though he suspected it was the hypnotist himself) and explained that it was Marnie's last evening in the UK, and he wanted her to have something to remember. He had been amazed at the detail requested -- not just physical appearance, but the size of clothing, personal preferences, interests. It had been impressive attention to detail, but rather unnecessary.
After several hours, they arrived at the caravan park and checked in. The accommodation was far more Spartan this time -- a double bed and twin fold-down beds -- but it was adequate. While the girls settled in and unpacked, Des walked to the small site shop and purchased food and drink for their stay.
They settled to rest after the journey, and by the time Des awoke, it was dark -- almost 10pm.
Student Fun
Outside, however, things were less quiet -- he could hear talk and laughter from nearby caravans, and as it became louder, Marnie and Maria were both aroused.
'Shall we go and join in?' asked Maria.
Des considered, before responding in the affirmative. They changed quickly into appropriate clothing for the warm evening and headed outside, armed with a persuasive box of wine.
Outside, they happened upon a camp fire, with eight people sitting around. They introduced themselves and were invited to sit and join the 'party'. Names were exchanged and instantly forgotten, and there was an easy flow of chat as wine or beer was drunk and joints were circulated. It transpired that their companions were students, from a local University, gathering for fun and a 'blow out' before returning. There were two who identified themselves as couples, and four singles -- two male and two female.
As the party progressed, the atmosphere became increasingly hedonistic, until one of the young men stood up and shouted 'spin the bottle'. This was met with a ragged cheer -- clearly it was something which this group did when drunk -- and one of the girls turned to Des to clarify.
'It's what we do. We get drunk, we play spin the bottle. The dares get more... er... challenging the more drunk we get. If you don't want to play, we'll understand.'