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Click hereChapter 19 My Way or the Highway
You can imagine that I was in a bit of a daze for the rest of the day. Susan allowed me space and time and disappeared out shopping late afternoon. I sat and watched the other tenants. As much as I had told Art and Darren that I would tell them who should stay and who should go, I realised that it was not very fair on the tenants. If they had not been told what was wanted by the management, it was hardly fair to kick them out for not giving it. I had my own thoughts on the matter as we had watched the other tenants in their flats from time to time. There was no-one very exciting. I would not have paid to watch any of the apartments apart from ourselves, Joanne and Pete and now the three girls. Brenda and Jim I thought would also work but would need time.
The more I thought about it, the more the big party came into its own. We could start at eight and pour drinks down their throats until ten. In fact, we could tell them that there was a free bar only until ten o'clock. That would encourage them to drink quickly early on. I would start my little talk about nine or nine fifteen and get the cameras to start recording at ten. That would give them an hour to understand what we wanted and decide whether to leave or not. We would tell them that as a start the cameras would be rolling after ten and we expected them to start misbehaving. The results would be interesting one way or another.
I typed up a few pages on my ideas for the feed-back site and a few on incentives. I noted a few questions I still needed to ask such as, how much did Darren want to socialise with us, if at all. Art I will assume wanted to stay completely in the background. The same question was appropriate for the electricians and even the accountant and lawyers. I believed that the opportunity to mingle at the parties I envisaged could be a big perk for the associated workers. They could be kept sweet at very little cost, and accept that they were part of a big team. The faster we expanded the more we would need a big working team.
Susan must have been reading my mind because she arrived back with a little bag of groceries but a very excited demeanour.
'I have put tentative reservations on The Kings Head for the Friday night next week and the two weeks after that. It might be difficult to get all eight flats there by next week. I told the landlord, Les, that we would let him know which one we wanted within forty-eight hours. I explained to Les that the party may get a bit wild, with some nudity and needed to know that he and his staff were comfortable with that. He was more than happy, as he said they have had strippers in the back room from time to time, for stag nights, so we could have that room. I did remind him that it had to be a private party and I also told him that we would need to put in temporary cameras and probably need an extension until one o'clock. He was happy with all of that. there is no charge for the room on a Friday providing he can do a buffet and we spend more than twenty pounds a head including drinks. When I told him that it was only twenty people he said we would be better off with the upstairs room which would be cosier. It comes with it's own bar which they can either service or we can do it ourselves and he will charge by the bottle or barrel. If we do expand and want a party later the downstairs back room will hold up to eighty.
'Wonderful work. Although we don't know exactly where all the other flats are yet we know there are three within walking distance so it is as good as anywhere else. I will email Art and Darren and get them to invite all the tenants for the first Friday, telling them that they can postpone for up to two weeks after that if there is a problem.'
Darren was quick to respond to us so that within the forty-eight hour period, we were able to confirm the first of the Fridays was suitable. His 'invitation' was more in the style of 'an offer that cannot be refused' particularly when signed by 'your landlord.' It would also give us plenty of time for Art and Darren to approve everything I wanted to talk about. In fact, the meetings with Art, Darren and myself, and invariably Susan, went very well. I was a little surprised, indeed worried would be more truthful, when I saw that we had quite a large number of customers already. I had promised to double this number. However I rationalised that if we could get that number of customers with the current 'entertainment', it should not be too difficult to double it with another half a dozen flats and much hornier tenants. One thing I wanted to know from management was what they thought about tenants with other jobs. While Pete was a part-time bookie, which did not detract from his 'home-time' others may want to have jobs that they could do from home. I envisaged some of the girls wanting to be 'Camera Girls,' stripping or even having sex in front of a camera for money via an agency, and possibly even prostitutes. Escorts would be less of a problem unless they were out of their flats for too long. It was decided that as it was still sex, why not, provided that our cameras had as good a view as the laptop cameras they would be likely to be using. I even got Art and Darren to investigate how easy it would be for us to set up our own agency which would enable the girls to keep it all in house. They said they would look into it. Art would check out the costs and potential rewards and Darren the technical side. Maybe he could provide better than 'laptop' cameras. The camera would need to be movable rather than fastened to the walls, unlike the current ones.
By the Friday night I was ready. There was going to be exactly twenty of us, nineteen tenants and Darren who would be introduced as our technical guru rather than a Partner. I would be described as a tenant cum manager with the managements permission to make changes where necessary. The ancillary workers would not be invited to this first party. I envisaged regular ones, partly as a way of keeping spirit up and partly as a regular 'one night a month sexy party' available for watching by the customers.
As you can imagine we were there with Darren by seven-thirty. We had decided to run our own bar and Susan had insisted that the food was already laid out by seven-thirty so that the pub staff had as little involvement as possible.
Darren and Susan were kept busy running the bar, especially as I had announced as soon as everyone arrived that there was a 'free bar' until ten o'clock. I walked round, introducing myself to everyone I didn't know emphasising that while I was the new manager, the whole company was under new management and that Susan and I had been tenants for some time now. I explained that this must be better as I could look at problems that arose as a tenant not as a company man. However, I tried to emphasise that we were all part of the sex industry. In order for us to keep our flats It was important that we give something back that could be sold. There should be a strong quid pro quo. The management was keen for me to 'sex' things up a bit. All the tenants had access to a computer and could see what the other apartments were doing. I told them that I would explain a little later what plans I wanted to put forward.
I had already decided that the two girls and the two guys on their own and two of the couples, Janet and Dave and Emily and Graham, were all likely to leave. None of the flats had shown much sign of exhibiting themselves. Janet and Dave had been with the company for nearly a year, and while they made love frequently it was always with the lights out or under covers. The two lads showed little imagination, wanked a bit in the shower, but never brought girls, or other boys home. If they were a couple, which I doubted, they did not show it. The two girls, similarly, rarely brought friends home and in the five or six weeks we had been aware of them had never brought home a one-night stand. They shared a bed but that was about all they did do. The young couple, I just fell may be too young. They were obviously in love but I was not sure whether that would be enough.
Soon after nine I stood up, tinkled my glass and got a bit of quiet. Darren and Susan knew that they were to move around topping up drinks.
'Good evening and welcome to the first of what I hope will be monthly parties. We are all tenants of the same company who provide zero-cost apartments to us all. The company has apparently hardly been profitable since it's inception over a year ago and we now have new management, including myself, whose aim is to make it more profitable. Because I am also a tenant I can recognise the business from both sides. I like to think of myself as the company worker rep on the board. Recognising my unique position, and hopefully talents, they have given me the powers to make some changes. If you don't like what I am saying then please contact the Company's Management on the email that sent you the invite. Hopefully you will be as delighted as I am with the changes that I can announce tonight. You have had an hour to introduce yourselves around but in case you didn't finish, as I call your names just wave and make yourselves known please.'
I called the names and everyone waved at the right place. A good start. It was beginning to get a bit raucous as the alcohol hit home.
I continued, 'When Susan and I were offered the flat we are in, we were told a lot of lies about why we were offered it and what was expected of us. Over the weeks we learnt the truth and have now decided that we enjoy the lifestyle. And believe me it is a lifestyle. We must accept that we are part of the porn industry. Twenty-four hour viewing of our flats is marketed to people who want to look at naked men and women, who want to watch them having sex, and having rows and making up. They are changing the Company name to reflect that new approach. It is VoyeurSeX, or VSX for short. It should come as no surprise that a company marketing itself as VoyeurSeX is selling sex to voyeurs. You are the sex. Now, so far this talk has been very blunt and I am sure you are thinking, how much notice you will get to leave the flat. But hear me out. Susan and I, who are not married or even engaged, are just in love. We have known each other and been going out together for eighteen months. Before we moved into this flat we could make love occasionally, not even once a week, and were hampered by strict parents and a shortage of money. Now we make love at least once every day and have almost remained monogamous. Neither of us had sex with other partners until a couple of weeks ago, and that one occasion was still the only time we have had other partners. Now I don't tell you this for any prurience or even encouragement. This is us. This is what we do. You don't have to do the same. You can stay strictly in your couples or like us you can stray outside your personal relationships. But in order to stay in your free flats, you have to open up your bodies and sexual activity to people who are paying to watch. You may find, like Susan and I that it is a huge turn-on and that it will revolutionise your relationships. I hope so. The one thing that you cannot do, I am afraid, is carry on making love under the sheets. Why? Well the management have decided that they are going to pay by results. There are currently nine flats and you are all here. The technical gurus, Darren wave a hand, can monitor the customers and know how many minutes a month each of the cameras in your flat is being watched. It is easy therefore to calculate the total number of minutes that your flat is watched. The management will pay one thousand pounds each month to the top watched flat, seven hundred and fifty for the second place flat, then six hundred, five hundred, three hundred, two hundred and one hundred, down the line. The bottom rated flat will receive nothing and, if it is in bottom place for three months you may be asked to leave. I am sorry that it is carrot and stick. If the number of customers double then the pay will increase. That does mean that at the moment you will not be able to live on the money without earning elsewhere unless you are in the top three or four flats. That should be an incentive to move up the 'minutes' ladder. Put yourself in the shoes of a customer who has paid good money to watch our flats. What would you like to see? Strip poker, yes. Naked twister, yes, Spin the bottle, yes. Bryony over there walking around with the carpet sweeper in the nude, yes. Louis working out naked or in tiny Speedos, yes. Dave spanking Janet, or even Janet spanking Dave, yes. Tim wanking Roger, yes. Sandra lying on the bed using her dildo, yes. Joanne and Pete making mind-blowingly gentle loving sex under a sheet, no. I hope I haven't upset anyone by using them as an example but I am trying to point out to you guys that this can be one of the finest things that can ever happen to you. You are getting a free flat, yes, a free flat, how many of you could afford to pay the real price for your flat? You are also getting the opportunity to improve your sex life. And there we can help. No, I am not a sex therapist. But we will hopefully organise parties once a month, like this, where you can socialise with like-minded people. The cameras will record the parties, because it will all help to bring in customers. Every new customer means more money in the pot for you and I. Hopefully you will take the hint and socialise with other tenants or friends from outside our circle. However you do it, you have to find a reason for some-one to pay to watch your flat.'
I could see by the faces that some were grinning from ear to ear and some were looking a little apprehensive. It was what I expected.
'I guess I will try to answer any questions that you have. '
'What sort of jobs can we do to supplement our finances,' said Sandra, one of the two 'possible lesbians'.
'Anything you like,' I said. 'Let me tell you that Susan, my partner is a party planner, weddings, birthdays that sort of things. Pete over there works in a bookies, part time. These are just regular jobs that I know of. The main factor as far as we are concerned is that both of these people get plenty of time to have sex in their relationships. There are some jobs that can assist you to move up the 'minute' ranks. You could make porn movies in your flat. You could hold Lingerie parties in your flat. You could do 'CamSex', stripping or having sex, or talking dirty into a laptop camera for an agency. Don't get me wrong, you may hate that idea but live and let live. Thousands of intelligent students pay their way through university nowadays by selling their bodies, not physically but safely, at the other end of a camera. I personally see nothing wrong with that.'
'You say you are looking to expand, how will you do that,' said Patsy, Louis's partner.
'Well the last two flats that opened Susan and I helped to get them in. They were good acquaintances then, and now friends, who obviously enjoyed sex. They needed accommodation and so Susan and I invited them into our flat for a party to see how we lived the lifestyle. They enjoyed the evening and like you all have done, very quickly accepted the cameras. I would hope that some of you have friends that would like the lifestyle. Let me know if you do and we will all sit down and have a chat, preferably semi-naked inside your apartment. They will see, and experience, first-hand the lifestyle and you will improve your viewing figures because our customers will be sitting there with bated breath hoping that these 'newbies' will be taking some clothes off.'
'Can we invite people home easily,' came from Emily.
'Yes of course, it is your home. But there are still restrictions. The big one is no children. The second one is that anybody coming into your flat has to sign the forms that you already have that allows their images to be released around the world. If they don't like their faces showing have a selection of masks that they can wear. We have done that. The people concerned were prominent business people who were happy to show their bodies but not their faces. And while we are talking about the cameras, the management are trying to relax the instructions to ignore them as much as possible. You can let it be discretely obvious that you are performing for the camera. Susan I am about to embarrass you.'
She turned her face away from me and groaned.
'You all have access to the VSX site and the other flats. If you have seen our flat you may have seen Susan lying on the bed with her dildo facing directly into the camera. You may have seen me spanking her making sure that her crack was aligned with the nearest camera.'
She groaned again.
'I will let you into another little secret. Those last two sentences will have made Susan cream her panties. She is a very sexy little minx but hates to recognise it. Since we have recognised the fact that we are enjoying the lifestyle she has changed her dress style completely. We have thrown away all her old lingerie using the money we have earned from VSX. Here is another little secret that you guys particularly will like. I choose her clothes most days and her underwear every day. For example, I can tell you that today she is wearing a white peek-a-boo bra and matching crotchless knicker. How do I know? Because I laid them out for her. Now I didn't see her put them on so I guess I should really check, and prove to you that it can be fun. Susan would you like to join me here at the front.'
A gap opened up through which she slowly approached me. She whispered in my ear.
'Yes, Susan you do have to, and no you don't have to take your dress off. Just show the kids out here how much you enjoy wearing the clothes I put out for you.'
She slowly undid the buttons of her summery dress until it was completely undone but held together by her clutching hands.
'Perfect now grasp the sides and pretend you are a cricket umpire signalling a wide.'
I knew Susan had played a bit of cricket and that she would know that meant spreading her arms wide. Slowly, slowly she moved the sides apart until every morsel of her body was available.
Now, it is important for you to know that I am not doing this to Susan because I hate her or even to punish her for something she has done. She will not admit it but she loves it. Look at her nipples, hard as nails sticking through the holes.'
I tweaked hem both. I pushed my fingers through the gap in the crotch.
'As I knew it would be, wringing wet, as I suspect some of you may be. So, any of you girls that have moistened at anything I have said or done today or any guys that may have a hard-on, should easily be able to adapt to the lifestyle, as I will continue to call it. If there are any more questions catch me around the floor, ring me or even better invite us round to your flat and we can talk it over in peace, with a bottle of wine and with most of our clothes removed. It may increase your 'minutes' listing. It is now nearly ten o'clock, at which time the cameras will start to roll. We have an extension to one o'clock so there is no rush to do anything, the drinks will remain free all night and the remains of the buffet is still there against the wall. I have a couple of games that we can play in due course and I really hope that by the end of the evening we will not be wearing quite so many clothes. That of course is up to you. One last thing for couples who want to stay monogamous is to say that groping is not sex, as Bill Clinton would have said, and between consenting adults it is both allowed and enjoyable. Groping is a particularly ugly word, perhaps I should say fondling. Fondling does not have to lead to sex. So, to summarize, if someone wants to fondle you, perhaps you could see it as a compliment. That is todays thought for the day. Thank you for coming. I hope you enjoy the rest of the party, and I look forward to having more conversations with you over the next few weeks.'