After Christmas, Trish and Dave started to get quite concerned about the lack of bookings. They discussed her going back to work; now that the kids were older, it was not so important for her to be home after school. They were surprised at how quickly Trish found a position. There was a vacancy in the geography department of a school nearby, and they wanted her to start in the last week of January.
Trish taking the job took a great deal of worry out of the equation for Dave. He had plenty he wanted to do at the shop. Changing the shop's layout was one of the first things to tackle. There were new benches to build, and he wanted to extend the toilet facilities so they could fit a shower, changing area and lockers. The toilet refurbishment was future proofing, for if they needed to employ staff. There were also rooms upstairs that previous businesses had used for storage. When the row of units had originally been built, the upstairs was to be an apartment. Dave wanted to finish the upstairs rooms and rent them out.
The second week in January, Dave was building some new benches at the shop when he looked up to see a guy he vaguely recognised walking through the door. The guy introduced himself as Bob Simpson, and Dave immediately remembered that he had seen the guy on TV. He was the head of the Simpson Family business empire, known chiefly as the Booze Barron, with liquor outlets all over the country. It was an inherited family fortune, but rather than pissing it all away, he had invested the inherited money and branched into many different fields of business, the liquor industry the most successful of them and how most people would recognise him.
Bob explained that he had heard about a stag do they had put on from an acquaintance at Dave's tennis club. He explained that his son was getting married and he wanted to give him a stag do to remember. He gave Dave a Friday night date in four weeks' time. He explained he had already booked the penthouse suite at a local hotel and wanted nibbles and a girl that would lap dance his son and maybe go as far as giving him a blow job.
Dave, not wanting to appear too desperate, said he would check the dates, but he was pretty sure the date was free. But as for a girl, he explained that he would have to ask and get back to him, as the girls he had provided for previous functions didn't go any further than getting their tits out, and he didn't know if they would go for a blow job.
"Give me a couple of days, and I'll phone you the information." Expecting Bob to give him his number.
"No, I'll be past this way on Wednesday lunchtime. I'll call in." Replied Bob.
Dave was excited about the prospect of the booking. They had a wedding at the end of the month and a tennis club opening-day dine-and-dance in early February. But they made little on the tennis club functions, only covering their costs. So they desperately needed to get some more bookings.
Once he left, Dave phoned the stripper they had used previously. Silvia said she couldn't do it on the date he gave her as she was going to be out of town that weekend. However, the girl she had brought with her at the last Stag-do would probably jump at the chance. When Dave explained about the blow job, Silvia just laughed and told him that this went on all the time and that if they offered enough money, Anne would go a lot further than a blow job.
Wednesday came, and Dave was getting anxious when he saw the clock click over to 1:25 and no sign of Bob. They needed this job. But he was relieved ten minutes later when Bob came through the door. Dave passed on the information he had received from Silvia, the costs involved and that how far she would go would be determined by how much the boys offered her on the night.
Bob was happy with that and told Dave to go ahead and organise it all. He gave the hotel name and phone number of a guy there that would show Dave where to unload the food etc. There would be eight guys, and they would be playing golf in the afternoon before taking his son to jump off the Sky Tower. There was talk of them grabbing a burger after the golf to soak up some beers. Then they would go ten-pin bowling. So, Bob figured they should get to the hotel around 9:00 pm and be hungry again by that time. He thought finger foods, some seafood and other savouries would be sufficient.
"I will get one of my liquor stores to supply all the booze. You just need to bring some condiments to make any cocktails." But I'll give you the number of my store manager, Adam, so you can organise what you need. Dave must have let the disappointment about Bob supplying the booze show on his face. As when he asked Bob about his being at the Stag do, Bob replied, "No, I'm away on business that week and don't worry about the booze. You can keep any that is left over."
The money Bob was offering, and the fact that they could keep all the leftover booze, had Dave feeling a lot more confident about their prospects for the next month or so. It was a windfall, something they had desperately needed if their venture into running a catering company was going to be viable.
Once Bob left, Dave returned to building the bench but found his heart wasn't in it now. He wanted to tell Trish the good news and sit down and plan what they would serve on the night. So he packed up his tools, locked up and headed home.
As soon as he walked in the door, Dave knew that Trish had something planned. She had that naughty, slightly guilty look, like the cat that ate the canary. But he didn't give her a chance to deflect him from giving her his news. "You'll never guess who I had in the shop this afternoon. And the function he wants us to cater for."
"Who?"
"Bob Simpson, you know that booze baron guy you see on TV sometimes. And he wants us to cater at his sons Stag do."
"Oh! That's good news. I must have known, as I've got a surprise for us to celebrate with later.... after the kids are in bed."
"I can't wait. Can we get them off to bed now?"
Trish just laughed and gave him the 'Oh Yeah look'.
Of course, it was well after 9:00 before they finally got them in bed and sleeping. Trish told Dave to go downstairs, put the dishes away, and not return to the bedroom for at least 15 minutes.
When Dave did get upstairs gain, he found Trish lying on the bed, dressed in a tight slutty red skirt and a tight white teeshirt. She looked like she had been poured into the clothes. He doubted that the skirt would be more than an inch below her crotch if she were to stand up. To complement the skirt and T-shirt, she had black fishnet stockings, red high healed shoes, and a black lace choker around her neck. He had never seen any of these items of clothing before. She looked like a real harlot.
But what surprised him most and ultimately took his breath away was the red satin curtain cords she had lying beside her. A closer look told him there were probably four separate cords, a matching red and black satin blindfold and some chrome clamps. He knew from porn stuff he'd watched that these were nipple clamps.
Realising she was expecting to be tied up, blindfolded and molested, he hesitated. Bondage was so far from anything they had ever attempted in the bedroom before that he let out a surprised high-pitched squeak. And then, in a high-pitched voice, he asked, "Bloody hell Trish, where did this fancy of yours come from?"
