The aircraft made a perfect landing at Schipol and taxied to the terminal. On board were 32 Business Class passengers who nearly had all managed to slug down a couple of glasses of champagne on the 55 minute flight from London, 114 Economy Class passengers and 8 crew. And among the Business Class travellers there beat the excited heart of Victor the famous one-legged voyeur.
Victor was first off the aircraft and, hand luggage clutched tightly in his sweaty paw, he raced as quickly as his handicap would allow him towards passport control. Victor the Voyeur was a man on a mission!
Within the hour, Victor had checked into his hotel. He had carefully selected one of the best hotels in the centre of the city: the Grand Sofitel Demeure. Victor had readily accepted the cost of staying at such a high class establishment although he could not really afford it. The Grand had one thing going for it which made its extortionate rates worth every euro: it was situated on Oude Zijds Voorburgwal, in the very heart of the red light district. And Victor knew from past experience that its very size (270 gorgeously appointed rooms and suites) meant that the reception staff would not be able to keep track of guests' comings and goings. In other words, provided he was reasonably discreet, Victor would be able to bring unlimited dragbacks to the hotel.
It was a beautiful Spring evening when Victor made his first trip up the street. He gazed happily into sex shop windows, he studied the publicity photos outside the sex clubs, he discussed with a charming young black bouncer exactly what acts would be on that evening at the "Fucky-Fucky Club", one of his favourite haunts. And then he got to where the hardcore whore action was at: the warren of little alleyways around the Oude Kerk. Victor the Voyeur was in Heaven!
Victor limped along the little alleys staring unashamedly into the windows where the prostitutes flashed their wares. He sized up girl after girl, woman after woman: white ones, black ones, skinny ones, fat ones, every sort under the sun, a female for every taste! However, he was not after a quick shag. Oh no, Victor the Voyeur was looking for the right sort of girls to give him the sort of little treat he needed every so often.
Finally, in a slightly more upmarket than average arcade, where the scent of marijuana hung deliciously in the air, mixed with a slight background sex smell, Victor found two hot candidates. He made his approach. "Do you speak English?" he asked of a slim young blonde, wearing a silver thong and a friendly smile.
"Ja, sure I spik English. You vant good fuck wiz mee? You look nice guy, special price achtzig euros. No hurry, take your time, free condom included. Come on in!" the young lady rattled off professionally, her titties jiggling.
"Well now," said Victor, "I was actually looking for two ladies. Do you have a friend?" This caused the young woman to laugh and to call out something probably a bit vulgar in Dutch to the girl in the next door cabin.
"You some kind of special stud? Need two girls? No problem, Anja here and me do you real good session, extra special price discount: only hundred vijftig euros. Show you a bit lesbo stuff too. No extra charge!"
Victor talked confidentially to the blonde girl (whose name turned out to be Nel) and to Anja and he explained what he wanted. The girls were surprised. They explained that this would mean leaving their work positions for a couple of hours and that they could accommodate quite a few customers during that time. Victor pointed out that business didn't seem all that brisk and that he was offering quite a good deal really, a little bit of luxury, with champagne thrown in, and they'd be saving on condoms too. Finally a price of five hundred Euros was agreed upon, and the two girls got dressed and followed Victor back to the Grand. The doorman raised his eyebrows as the famous pervert ushered his prize captures through the doorway. The girls were young enough to be Victor's granddaughters. But they weren't and the doorman knew they weren't. "Good evening sir," he smiled, trousering the ten euro note cheerfully. "And welcome to the Grand, ladies, have a nice evening," he added with a gallant wink.
Once up in the room, Victor poured the girls a glass of champagne each and then stripped off, ready for action. As he got undressed he outlined the scenario to Nel and Anja. The girls showed a little surprise about the artificial leg and he was obliged to offer an additional fifty euros as a consequence. And then he turned the videocamera on.
He filmed them as they undressed. He filmed them as they kissed and fondled themselves and each other. He filmed them get onto the bed, licking and tonguing each other expertly. He told them to make it hot and horny; he wanted them to give the performance all they had, no holes barred. Then Victor decided it was about time to get some of his special equipment in operation. So he pointed towards the bedside table and he filmed Nel feigning surprise when she found the giant strap-on dildo waiting there. Then he shot some really good close-ups of the dildo in action. How fortunate that Anja was clean-shaven, he thought. He was not worried when the girls made mistakes or looked a bit bored as they went about their work. He could always edit out the dud bits.
Finally he found it a bit of a strain forbearing from manhandling himself; he knew that too strenuous self-abuse during filming led to unwelcome jogging, so he set the camcorder on the tripod and presented his oozing organ to the girls for them to caress, whilst he watched them doing rude things to each other at his bidding. He was very careful to make sure the camera got his explosive orgasm at a flattering angle. And afterwards he encouraged the two young ladies to have an ear-shatteringly loud mutual climax. He had told them he wanted real ones, but he knew he could never know if they were faking. However, Nel's in particular seemed realistic enough to his practised eyes and ears.
He closed his artistic little videoplay with a double visit to the bathroom for the girls to have a a pee and a good clean-up. For another fifty euros, they even managed a dump each which Victor captured on video with consummate artistry and taste. "Hey man, dat was quite fun!" commented Anja with a grin, and Nel told Victor he was a "cool kinda guy" as he handed the girls their money and ushered them out of the bedroom door. They went happily down the corridor, back to the more mundane world of the streets. Three hundred euros apiece was not bad for an hour and a half’s easy work.
Victor checked the quality of the recording before finishing the champagne, getting dressed and going downstairs. He had just over an hour to relax over a nice steak and pommes frites and a glass or two of the special reserve Beaujolais Villages at the hotel's famous Café Roux restaurant before his next appointment. It was absolutely essential he should be in time for the big act at the "Fucky-Fucky Club": Outrageous Else and her Automatic Electronic Shagging Machine sounded too good to miss. And, in return for a ten euro tip, the friendly doorman had reserved him a front row seat. Victor just knew his sybaritic weekend in Amsterdam was going to be a vintage one. He felt that old familiar stirring in his loins as he limped into the restaurant.
[Victor]
THE END
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