Following the twenty four hour service Fiona had provided to the neighbour she hated the most things got a little tense around our neighbourhood. Fiona was getting a lot of disapproving looks from people in the streets around us, not least the women.
I had certainly been pushing the boundaries, getting closer and closer people involve in my quest to fully expose Fiona as the local whore.
After the Marvin episode I thought it might be best to take a week out, considering she'd fucked the two men at the top of the parish committee, her friends husband and a load of blokes from the village.
I knew someone who had a caravan on a site on the east coast in a place called Ingoldmells. It was a horrible little place full of arcades, rough boozers, fair rides and a shitty market. That said we could go there and let our hair down without nobody knowing us.
Now I've been unfortunate enough to go to this area of England on a couple of occasions so knew what sort of clientèle frequented the place. I knew that this god forsaken place would provide me with huge amounts of opportunity in which to exploit and humiliate my whores.
We set off late on Sunday evening avoiding all the traffic we would've been in on the way down if we had waited until the Monday. We arrived late to the site which was called Coral Beach Leisure.
It definitely wasn't the sort of leisure resort you expect to see with the words coral and beach in it. It was a run down shit hole in my opinion, which was confirmed when we passed the entertainment area and sealands bar.
Drunk males and scantly dressed women staggered about pissed, hurling obscenities, or still swigging from bottles. I looked at Fiona and Alice's faces in the rearview mirror and could tell they were not happy with the choice of holiday destination.
The last time Fiona had been away was about three years ago to Portugal on a five star resort. She admitted to me after she'd got back that she'd had a crap time with Alan who was pissed all the time.
"Don't like so glum you pair, you'll have lots of fun here I can guarantee that," I said laughing.
I weaved my way around the small roads looking at the map I had been given off my mate, after ten minutes I found our area of the park and our run down shitty caravan that we'd be staying in for the next six nights.
"Number 357, this is us," I said swinging in to the parking bay beside the beige static caravan.
I opened up and we all grabbed bags and bedding out the car and piled in to the van. Shit it was cold in there even though it had been a sunny day all day, I found the heater and cranked it up in all the rooms to warm the van up whilst we unpacked some gear.
We were soon unpacked and just settling down to a can of beer whilst Fiona and Alice fixed us a late night snack. Once we were all sat down eating I spelled out a few ground rules.
"Ok whores, just a few ground rules," I said and saw them both look up from there pasta and gave me a 'not again' look but never said anything, they knew better than that.
"Firstly as this is our home your both to be naked all the time when in the caravan, so lets get them clothes off shall we," I said looking up from my pasta, watching until they were both naked and back eating their pasta.
"Secondly we all sleep together in the bedroom at the end," this they didn't even make them bat an eyelid as we regularly shared a bed back home.
"Thirdly you do not refuse any man if you are approached, there will be some fun and games over the next few days," I said and waited for a response.
"Yes owner," said Fiona.
"Yes owner," said Alice.
The following morning I enjoyed a breakfast out on the patio area in the early morning sunshine whist Fiona and Alice had a lie in. Alice surfaced first and was eating eggs when I went in, she was naked of course and looked incredible.
We shared a pot of tea and discussed what we could do today, by the time Fiona was showered and up we'd decided that we'd take a walk around the park and get our bearings and then have a walk round the shitty market.
Before we left I made sure they were both dressed appropriately for a day time walk around in a family holiday area, but so conservative that men wouldn't notice.
The park was a good size, there was a pool, not massive but had a good area to sit around. This was behind the entertainment area which housed the large room with the stage, arcades and lounge area with an attached restaurant.
Outside there was the Seaman's bar which was the place that adults alone would use to get pissed and watch sport. Along here was a there was three takeaway's and a couple more arcades.
Still being quite early there wasn't a lot of people around yet only the odd older bloke fetching papers and a few early rising families.
Once on the walk to Ingoldmells market I noticed a definite increase in the amount of men about, especially in groups. the stag do's were the easiest to spot as they normally had one bloke in toe dressed like a woman or in some other ridiculous get up.
the market was how I remembered it from years ago, big, cramped, full of shit and full of scrotes. The market though, as shit as it was provided the first interaction between my whores and men in the area.
It was the loud mouth stall owners selling shit that always spotted them and their big tits and browned legs, with instructions not to refuse any man any request we found ourselves stopping at most stalls as the tradesmen went on the charm offensive trying to sell them both loads of shit.
By the time we had made it round nearly every trader knew we were here for a week and knew we were on the Coral Beach site. We also knew now that the pubs and clubs around Ingoldmells were a hive of debauchery once the families had disappeared.
We stopped on the way back for a few pints and vodkas and decided that we'd hit the bars in this area that night after seeing a good tribute band on. We carried on steadily boozing back at the caravan whilst we got ready.
By eight we were all pretty well oiled, Fiona and Alice were now dressed in what I considered to be their normal and most suited attire. Leg's, stomachs, cleavage's were on show as well as arse's in tight skirts.
The walk to the bars was a lot more entertaining then this morning, we'd barely left the the site when a group of lads were whistling and shouting across the road at Fiona and Alice not even concerned by my presence. this continued all the way to the bar with the live band on.
It was bust when we arrived, the band was playing and people were dancing on the dance floor and all around the pub. It was obvious that a lot of the people inside were very pissed to say the least.