Dad’s celebration

Chantelle had arranged for the remaining office staff to make their way to the golf club as we had hired a private suite for the night with extra specially selected staff to attend to our every whim. They were not the golf clubs usual clientele that’s for sure.

Once everyone had arrived at the private suite, we all got back to our scantily clad selves and awaited Dad’s return from the last hole; we hoped he had won, he would be in a bad mood otherwise. He was requested to see the head of the golf club over membership issues, the meeting was being held in the private function suite.

The night carried on much as it left off, although I took advantage and managed to prise Kelly away from Dad and let her loose on me. The night went well with each person swapping with another member of staff from our office as well as the extra staff laid on from the golf club.

It turned 6:30pm and a wheeled trolley with fresh buffet food was brought in and Chantelle called out that she had a last surprise for Dad.