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As Theodore came out onto the decking overlooking the beach he knew it was going to be a good day. As he’d expected the five ladies he’d invited were all there, nibbling at breakfast or looking at the sea. The invite he’d sent was irresistible (he knew) and so now was the time to collect (and pay out in fairness). Theodore had been lucky - the business had suddenly taken off (hard work and yes, luck) and now money really wasn’t an object. There had been plenty of hangers on along the way and these ladies were among them. Gold diggers every one of them. Not necessarily bad people, all (most) of them fun in their own ways. But all of them motivated by money - some had even said they’d do anything for cash (!). And here was their chance - do anything, or more accurately have anything done to them. A gamble. A risk. For 2 million. They’d all signed waivers. Agreed to be filmed. That’s how greedy they were - lacking in self worth. They had agreed to a lottery. Every name in the hat (literally a hat with names on paper slips) to be drawn by an independently appointed lawyer (this thing had law suit written all over it!!!). The name drawn agreed to be subjected to prolonged and wide ranging sexual humiliation at the hands of the other four ( and possible other individuals) whilst intoxicated and incapable - the other four agreed to participate fully in the ‘entertainment’. For the victim - £4 million. For the others - £2 million. Everyone a winner. Sort of. The house was private. The staff extremely discrete (for which read ‘well paid’). And a variety of toys, environments and fetishes catered for.