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Trips abroad.
The best times during the 90s were the trips we took to Sunnier climates. They were breaks paid for by doing a little bit of work. The budgeting was simple.
Costs, villa + flights + food + 6 model fees + film + entertainment = $ABC.
$ABC = 2/3 hours work a day over a 7 day period. If we stayed longer we only needed a bit more work. The prices were based on one UK sale at a standard rate. Shoot more, sell the work in the US or anywhere plus the UK and the profits were guaranteed.
The trips were holidays with a bit of work for the photographers and models. There was always a long line of models eager to go. Even though we had some rules. They were strictly applied.
1. No drugs on the plane.
2. No hard drugs anywhere.
3. No drunkenness until the work is finished.
4. No fucking photographers or people from outside the villa.
5. Do as told.
6. Do the work when told to the best of your ability.
Break any rule and it's immediately back on a plane home. Even if the next one is in a few days, they wait at the airport. Rarely had any problems and always had lots of models apply and loads of fun.
A few memorable expulsions were, a girl had hidden speed inside her pussy for the flight and was distributing them in te villa. She waited two days for the next flight home. One girl refused to come in from the sun and turned lobster red, she only waited one day. With a girl who though this was a holiday and refused to work, she claims it was up to her. She was kicked out and ended up sleeping on the beach. She didn't want to go to the airport.
Rule 4 was a problem, girls will be girls and keeping them on a tight rein was easy. Keeping their pussies under control was harder. They have to be controlled until the work is done, the hard bit is not running a prison camp and not letting them go wild. Until the work is done, then they can go fuck the donkeys on the beach for all we cared. If they chose to fuck us, there were always going to be problems with the other girls. They would get less or more work, we were showing them favours, being nicer, feeding them better or just giving them better suntan lotion. Some would find something to complain about. Again, after the work was done, we could pair off.
This was one time I broke my rule. Claudia did this scene, fucked herself with the hose then dragged me into the pool and fucked me and the hose.
Afterwards, she told the girls, it was the best fuck she had ever had. I think she might have been flattering me. We managed to maintain control of the models, they were a good bunch.
The biggest problem was going to the town at night. Some wanted to go off on their own and that risked problems. The rules were simple, no one goes off alone until the work is done. Once not enough. We were in a nightclub we frequented because the owner was a friend and he watched the girls. One evening he came over and told us two girls were downstairs in the toilets snorting cocaine and paying for it on their knees.
We shot downstairs to find two Page 3, topless only models, who when everyone else was sunbathing nude. Would put handkerchiefs over their crack so we couldn't see it or take a picture of them nude. On their knees sucking off two guys who we knew as local drug dealers. They were paying for a night's supply of cocaine with all they had, their mouths. Maybe 2 days supply was a pussy fuck and 3 days supply an ass fuck. We pulled them out, shot the work needed and again on a plane home.
After the work's done. We would allow them to go wild. One famous model was an angel until the work was done. Afterwards, she would revert to type. Like stripping on the nightclub stage for drinks. The act included raunchy acts with a microphone. She disappeared that night and only resurfaced at the airport as we were in the departure lounge.
Still remember many great times from those trips. A great mix of fun, relaxation paid for with a little bit of work.
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