Hello from Anne,
When we started this story, it was our intention to be doing an extra part for Story 240 but as often happens with our writing, things get changed along the way and stories evolve as they are written. When it became clear we needed more than one page, we decided to assign another story number to make this a separate story. In line with this, we then we've divided it into two parts, with this being Part One.
First, Allan wants to back up to before the first dinner then we will be starting on the second dinner party. Shandra, Susan and I took over for most of this second evening. Yes, the four original writers working together. It’s going to be good.
(Awesome Anne)
Jeevan – Where did this all come from. (Written mainly by Allan)
Kalki, it seems you have given my friend Sarvesh the blame or fame for these stripping dinner ideas but he will be the first to admitting the reality is, it was not actually his idea. It was just once Sarvesh and Amita got hold of it, the idea quickly spiralled out of anything I had thought of.
Let me be setting the record straight. We must go back for over a week before the first Progressive Stripping Dinner when my story must begin from. (See Story 240)
It had been a big week, so many containers and rail wagons coming and going, then there was erecting shelving and last fitting out of the huge Warehouse No3. Very busy week but we had achieved a lot. Now it was late Friday afternoon, Sarvesh arrived in my office with a half dozen carton of beers. Pulling up a comfortable chair, he sat back, his feet landing on the edge of my desk.
“Hey!” I said, nodding down at his feet.
“Well, Katrina used to do it,” came his excuse.
“But in those short skirts, Katrina’s legs were much better looking than yours.”
He laughed at that, “You want me to wear a short skirt then?”
“No Sarvesh, I doubt that would be an improvement.”
We both laughed at that before I changed the subject.
“What’s happening next weekend,” I asked.
Next weekend was scheduled as our next nude weekend. I was wondering if he had anything special planned. Usually, Sarvesh or Amita would have some good ideas or a theme.
“Not sure yet,” came his reply. “Nothing planned.”
“Well, you better get something going. The girls will kick your arse.”
He laughed at that. “Ha! Ha! Shanti isn’t here.”
Another couple of beers were opened and we both took a swallow.
“Got any ideas, Jeevan,” he asked me after a pause.
“What about a meal where the girls serve us before serving themselves as sex slaves?”
“Sex slaves? I can’t see Amita or Hansini going for that! Just mention the word and we’ll have a fight on our hands.”
I nodded with a smile, “Those two women are always frisky and ready for a fight.”
He nodded his agreement.
“So how do we do this, Jeevan?”
“Sexy waitresses, then?”
“Hired to entertain important business clients,” Sarvesh added.
“Hired to host,” I corrected him.
“Ahh yes, host important clients,” he smiled.
Quickly, this became a brainstorming session. That is until the pack of beers ran out and then we both decided to call it a day, taking the car Sarvesh had waiting outside and he dropped me off on the way home.