The Medb Wine Club Pt. 02

"I think that's everything," Barbara said.

I looked over the pile and went through the checklist of items that we'd written out and fretted over for days. "It seems like so much, but I guess it's better to have too much than not enough."

"Especially for this. We made Cynthia a promise, and I really want to do it right," Barbara sounded earnest.

"Let's get it all into the van then go get cleaned up. We will definitely need to leave early to beat the traffic over there. No way I want to be late like last time," she grabbed a fistful of the gear and began loading it.

Our shower that afternoon was no where near as long or as sensuous as the one we enjoyed before our first trip to the Wine Club. But we both took the time to run our soapy hands over each other's body parts, rubbing and caressing along the way. I got out of the shower with a raging hardon courtesy of my wife, and her nipples were hard and pointed after I'd given them plenty of attention. Even though we were nervous, staying connected with each other physically and emotionally was important to both of us.

"Wear whatever you want to," Barbara said as she put on her makeup. "Just makes sure it's something sexy."

"Same goes for you," I answered. "Don't forget the G-string, or are you going to go completely without like you did last time."

"You'll just have to wait and see. Who knows what might happen." Not only didn't she sound nervous, but I got a strong impression that she had something on her mind.

The drive to the spa went without incident. The GPS took us directly back to the drab strip mall, and thankfully we didn't run into any traffic. We arrived well before we'd planned. I called Minji on my cell phone and she picked up right away.

"Good to hear your voice again," the same seductive tone I remembered from my massage oozed out of the speaker. "Of course, the last time I heard you, it was more of a moan than a voice. Will I get to hear that again tonight?"

"Don't know," I answered. "But I thought you should know that you're on speaker phone and Barbara's sitting right next to me."

"Oh good," Minji said without hesitation. "Will I get to hear him moan or will it be you Barbara?"

My wife and I laughed. "You are so bad. We love it," Barbara answered. "How about opening the door so we can get all this stuff in and start setting up."

Minji laughed and as before it reminded me of the sound of rain. "Come on in," she said.

With the three of us unloading the van, it took no time to get all of the gear inside. The spa looked exactly as I remembered, beautiful and much larger than it seemed from the outside. Minji had closed early so that we could get everything set up. There were no customers inside, just a few of her employees who were either cleaning or setting up tables for the party. One of the women asked Minji about all the equipment.

"Getting some pictures so I can update our advertising," she answered, but winked at me.

An older woman standing behind Minji and out of her sight, shook her head skeptically. It made me wonder how much of what went on after hours in the spa, during Wine Club events, was really a secret to her staff. I figured that they were the ones that did the clean up after the parties, and I was pretty sure that the mess everyone left made it evident that the Club wasn't a church group.

After the last staff member finished and left, Minji locked the door and posted a handwritten sign indicating that the spa was closed early for a private event, just like before. She turned to us and said, "I'm really glad that you agreed to do this tonight. It's going to be so much fun. When Cynthia announced that she'd arranged for photographers to be here for anyone who wanted their pictures done, the Club's on-line forum practically blew up with traffic. Then, when she said that it was going to be you, and posted some of the photos you've done, it turned into a total madhouse. She had a really hard time keeping the participation to a manageable number. I heard that you're planning on about twenty minutes per couple. Is that right?"

Barbara and I looked at each other as we began sorting through the bags. We had talked about the logistics of fulfilling the promise that my wife had made to Cynthia after the art show months before. Then Barbara had only suspected what Cynthia might want from her besides our membership in the Medb Wine Club. It was weeks after that, that she'd asked both of us to do a private photo shoot at a Club tasting. Cynthia thought that the members would enjoy posing for us while we memorialized them on digital film. Even though we tried to talk her out of it, she was adamant that we charge for it saying that it would be unprofessional to do it for free. "You get what you pay for," she said. " An discount because it's the Club is okay, but it shouldn't be cheap." We agreed on a special price of one hundred dollars per couple for a sitting fee and one hundred dollars per electronic image, copy protected of course. Hardcopy prints would cost more. Anyone who wanted to do a shoot with more than two people, would be charged more and the price would be adjusted based on the number of people being photographed at a time. Everyone had to sign a release drafted by our attorney, and Barbara and I retained the rights to resell any pictures as long as the subject could not be identified. Any image files that included a person's face or distinguishing body marks would be turned over to them at the end of the night. The release included a clause that guaranteed that RLC Imaging (the name Cynthia and Barbara had decided on for us, an abbreviation of Reel Love and Company) would never disclose the identity or use recognizable images of anyone.

Barbara and I didn't know how many people were going to be at the party, but we figured about seven or eight couples. We'd suggested a twenty minute time limit per session so that everyone got a turn. "Sounds about right," I said answering Minji.

"I'm glad we're starting earlier than normal then," Minji said. "With twelve couples coming, we're going to be here a while."

I looked at my wife and raised an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't be a problem," Minji added sensing my concern. "Most of them will probably want at least a three way or more, so it'll go quickly. Plenty of time to drink and eat in between." She wiggled in between me and Barbara and wrapped her arms around both of our waists. "And maybe there will still be time to get what I want."

I did some quick mental math and figured that with twelve couples at a one hundred dollar sitting fee plus the cost of re-prints that we could make somewhere around two thousand dollars that night. Cynthia got a cut that I assumed she would share with Minji since we were using her spa. "Not too bad for a side line business," I thought. "Especially one with so much potential for extra benefits." My cock throbbed in my pants.

Minji finished arranging her things and suggested the best places to set up for the shoot. We erected two of the roller backdrops figuring that Barbara and I would either each shoot sessions simultaneously, or work together and be able to quickly switch the setup as the situation demanded. We laid out the rest of the gear making sure that people could still circulate around the spa and enjoy the food and wine. We also scouted out the massage table area, moved a few things around in the space thinking that we might wind up shooting some scenes there. "This was kind of where we got started," I said. "And it certainly seemed like a popular place for people to let it hang out the way that couples rushed in after us."

Barbara smiled, "I recall that there was plenty 'hanging out' on the sofa that night too."

We both laughed. That memory certainly struck a chord. I saw her nipples harden through her shirt at the same time that I felt my cock stir.

Cynthia swept in, unlocking the front door herself, shortly after we finished. That she had her own key to the place made me wonder who actually owned the spa, especially now that I was aware of the extent and success of her various business interests. "The place looks fantastic," she said as she moved about looking at how we'd arranged things. "I love that you have two stages set up. And it looks like you arranged the massage area too. I know how special that spot is for you.," she hugged us each. "It is for me too. Really good memories in there."

"Minji said that there are going to be twelve couples tonight," Barbara said to Cynthia.

"I know what you're thinking," she replied. "That there won't be enough time for everyone. I thought about that and you're probably right, even if most of them want group shots." Cynthia poured herself a glass of wine. "I emailed everyone who's coming tonight and explained that. I told them that you didn't want to rush anything and get bad photos. They all agreed that whoever doesn't got their pictures done tonight will be first on the list to do it at one of our next events. Or that you will arrange a private session with them as your busy schedule allows." She picked up a wedge of food from a tray that Minji had place on the table and popped it into her mouth. "Mmmm. That's good." She paused to enjoy the food, then continued, "I really don't want this to be too much of a chore for you tonight. It's important that you enjoy yourselves too, eat, drink, have fun," she rubbed the front of my pants with her free hand. "I want you two to keep coming back. Gotta make sure that I don't wear you out, at least behind the camera." She winked.

"I thought tonight's party was all about pictures," I said.

"Oh dear, no," Cynthia said with a smile. "It's about having fun, whatever way we all decide to, like usual. The photos are a way to enhance and capture that for whoever wants to. We certainly won't do it at every party, but I imagine that it will be popular enough that we can do it more than once a year. I expect that most of the members will want to set up private sessions with you, either still or video. This is a way to introduce you to them and them to you, make some contacts, grow your business. And I fully expect it to grow quite nicely."

Cynthia nibbled at another appetizer, "By the way, I made some sales in Dubai when I was there last week. It didn't take much to get them to pay through the nose They were drooling over your photos, a bunch of really horny types. I jacked up the price and threatened to expose them and their whole families if they broke the disclosure and copyright agreement. They know me and our lawyer and that we mean business. Between the price and that threat I'm sure that they'll behave. Underneath it all I think they like to be dominated so it was easy. The money should be in your account by now, about ten thousand dollars after the exchange rate is calculated and I get my commission."

I stared at Barbara.

"You have some business cards to hand out I presume. If not I can just send electronic ones to the Club," she took another bite of food. "Minji really is a whiz in the kitchen. So we're all going to have some fun tonight, you too. You know, the all work and no play thing." Cynthia stroked Barbara's arm very sensuously, "And I know that you two definitely aren't dull." She let her hand linger on my wife for a moment, blew us each an air kiss, then turned toward the back of the spa to look for Minji. "Oh and you'll get to meet Ted. He's coming tonight."

Minji shouted from the back, "Oh good. I love it when he does that."

"You are incorrigible, such a whore. But I guess you'd know all about Ted as well as anybody," Cynthia called back and laughed.

"Before I forget," Cynthia said to me. "Will you please get the prints out of my car? I want to put some up in here tonight." She tossed me her car keys then took Barbara's arm and walked to the back of the spa where Minji was.

When I got back inside with the enlargements, Cynthia, Minji and Barbara were standing close together, chatting with each other. I held up one of the prints, a three foot tall enlargement, mounted on foam board. In the lower left corner of the picture in red were the words "RLC Imaging" and "Professional, Private, Passionate Photography and Videography". In the opposite corner was a website URL and a phone number. I looked at Cynthia and pointed to that with raised eyebrows.

"Oh that," she said. "I took it upon myself to include the business name and a tag line. I hope you like it. A friend of mine set up your website, but it's just a place holder for now. The phone is a Google number that's redirected to your cell phones. I didn't want a phone to be traceable back to you in any way. You can always change it later.

"Website?" Barbara and I both asked simultaneous.

"Of course," Cynthia responded. "You need to have a website. Every decent business does." She saw our look of concern. "Don't worry. It's strictly PG13-rated. I have a few photo skills of my own and cropped down a picture of those beautiful tits of yours for the home page," Cynthia fondled Barbara's breasts. I noticed that my wife didn't flinch or draw back.

"Where do you two want me to put it?" I asked.

The three women looked at me and smiled. "Well ...,"Barbara began. Then they all broke out in laughter at my accidental word slip.

"You and Minji pick a spot. Probably wherever you decide to set up for taking the payments. I'm going to get changed." Cynthia clasped Barbara's arm and tugged on her gently, "Come on and keep me company will you."

Minji slid her arm in mine and said wryly, "I'll show him where I want it. You two go ..." she waved her hand at them leaving her sentence unfinished. She smiled at me. It was a combination of mirth and taunt. I felt the same flush of confused excitement that I'd experienced the first time I'd met her.

We set up a picture and a table where we'd collect the release forms and take payments toward the back of the spa. I plugged in our laptop and a digital card reader so that customers, our subjects, could look at and select the shots they wanted to purchase. Minji put the other enlargement by the front door.

It was about then that Cynthia and Barbara emerged from the back of the spa. Cynthia was wearing a beautiful red dress that hugged her tightly and showed off her toned physique. Barbara had traded out the jeans and blouse she'd put on earlier for a pair of snug black dress shorts and a tight plain white tank top. The look was stunning. It emphasized her well proportioned and athletic figure, and was very sexy without being slutty. I whistled. "You both look great."

The two women twirled, showing off their outfits. There were no panty or bra lines visible through the clothes. "Cynthia got this for me. Don't you love it?" Barbara said. "And that," she pointed to our friend, "is killer on her."

"The price of decent clothes in Europe is ridiculous and it's so hard to find worthwhile stuff here. I have an understanding with one of my clients in France and she gets me things at a reasonable price. I thought of you and picked these up in Paris on my last trip." Cynthia smoothed her hand over Barbara and looked at me. "It's just a tee and shorts, but I think it looks great on her, don't you?"

I couldn't disagree. My wife looked fabulous.

"I need to go fix my lipstick," Barbara said looking at Cynthia. I hadn't noticed at first, but it was slightly smeared around her lips.

"You do that and I'll unlock the door," Cynthia patted Barbara on the butt. Her hand lingered there a moment longer than was strictly necessary. Through the tank top, I saw my wife's nipples harden. "People will start arriving any minute now."

As soon as Cynthia unlocked the front door two couples came in. She greeted them warmly and handed them glasses of wine then walked them over to me.

"I'd like you to meet the 'and company' of RLC Imaging, and I might add with great happiness, he and his lovely wife are new members of the Wine Club," Cynthia introduced us. In moments we were all deep in a lively conversation.

More people poured through the door and before long at least eight couples milled about the spa, drinking and socializing. Barbara and I were standing together meeting people and talking about photography when Marlene, from our four-way adventure with Cynthia at the last meeting, swooped in on us.

"Enough of the talking," she interjected hugging us each in turn. "Let's get some photography done."

"Good to see you again Marlene," Barbara said.

"You look terrific," she said holding my wife at arm's length. "Even better than when I saw you at the opening. And you," she palmed my chest with her hand, "you dress up pretty nicely. I actually do recognize you with your clothes on." She slid her hand down my front and grabbed at my firmness.

"And I'm glad to see you," I answered her taunt.

Marlene smiled. "Here's my release," she handed Barbara a signed copy of the form. "I understand that the sitting fee is one hundred dollars per couple."

I nodded.

"I'm here by myself tonight. My husband was too chicken to come. He made some lame excuse about work, but I know the truth," she winked at Barbara. "I don't imagine that you'd prorate the fee, so instead I'm going to ask for a special shoot."

We looked at each other then at Marlene. "Go on."

"I loved the theme you did for the opening. Masturbation by men and women; how daring of you and definitely not your typical erotic art. I'd like shots that are similarly bold, but that emphasize female strength," Marlene said.

I was immediately intrigued and I knew that Barbara would be too. "Got any ideas?" I asked.

"As a matter of fact I do," Marlene smiled as she handed me her credit card. "I even brought some props."

By the time I'd finished swiping her card and processing the transaction, Marlene had stripped all of her clothes off and was in an animated discussion with Barbara.

"We need a few guys to make the shot," my wife said.

"No worries," Marlene replied. Completely naked, she walked up to a small group, grabbed three guys by the hand, and led them over to one of the sofas.

Barbara and I picked up our cameras and joined them. Under the women's direction, each of the men sat with one leg crossed over the other and held up paperback romance novels, some of the things that Marlene had brought with her, in front of their faces. Marlene wedged herself in between them. She put on a pair of tortoise rimmed reading glasses and held a copy of the Wall Street Journal in her lap, careful to make sure that her breasts weren't blocked by the paper. The message that the set up communicated was immediate and very clear. I raised my camera and began snapping shots. Barbara made a few adjustments both to her camera and the models, then joined me taking pictures. Behind us, a small crowd gathered and watched us.

"Okay. That's good," Barbara said. "What did you have in mind next?" She and Marlene talked for a minute while I thanked the men. They were all grinning.

"Let's go over here," my wife said to the guys. We headed over to one of the larger tables that Minji had set up to hold wine and appetizers. "Everyone line up and turn your backs to us and rest your elbows on the table like you were leaning on a bar."

The three men did as instructed.

"We need a few more guys," Marlene said standing back to observe. Three more men immediately stepped forward. "Excellent. Thank you gentlemen," Marlene kissed each and then gently pushed them toward the lineup.

"I think that will do," my wife said. "Go ahead Marlene."

Like she did at the previous shot, Marlene wedged herself into the middle of the group. She turned around and leaned over the table like the men. The resulting pose was a line of men's butts punctuated by a single naked and alluring female one. Somehow the way Marlene held herself it looked as if her bare bottom owned the lineup of men.