Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Palais-Royal Reno
December 8, 2017 Palace Casino Reno, Exec Conference Room
Following up on my lunch with Julio, I sat down with my department heads who would help execute the game plan for his party. Present were the following:
John Marcum - CEO
Jeff Sears – CFO
Reggie Manning - Hospitality Manager
Jacques Moreau - Chef de cuisine
James Barker - Security
Bill Ramkin - Chief Engineer
Ivan Smirnov – Special Projects
Jill Reagan – Head Casino Hostess
First, Jacques told us the preliminary menu outline he had prepared. It sounded good. Of course, Jacques had run his own restaurant in Provence which was awarded three stars in the Guide Michelin Rouge. That’s why we hired him. After some minor discussion, he was allowed to leave the meeting. His real work wouldn’t begin until much nearer the event when he could count on farm to table ingredients in Napa. We don’t involve him in the seamier sides of the business. I don’t think he knows what sex is. We want him to concentrate on getting that third star for our bistro, L'Auberge.
Bill spoke up, “Chief, I’m still looking for a new source of wood. We can’t have the patibulum split like it did last year when we pounded the spikes in! Think how bad it would be if the stipes split!”
“Remember, we had to get bolts to hold the wood together to retain the nails. So embarrassing in front of the snooty guests!” added Ivan.
“I may have the answer,” I said. I have made contact with a French supplier called, Bois de Crucifixion Français Premium, Premium French Crucifixion Wood. As the name says, they specialize in this type of lumber. They have old growth oak just for this purpose. Bill, I’ll give you the contact info on the owner, Messaline. Get in touch with her and confirm specs availability and price.”
“Right boss. The standard we’ve used is 5” X 5” X 7’. With the Oak we’ve used, that’s about 50 pounds. If her oak is denser and stronger, we would modify the numbers”
“Don’t haggle the price. If it’s good, Julio will be glad to pay. Also find out if she’s available for the dates. March 27-30. She sounds like she might be a ‘playful’ addition to the party, if you know what I mean. Says she’s a whip addict!”
“OK, want me to fly to France to check her out myself?” Bill gave his cute, I can nail any girl, look.
“Won’t be necessary, I’ve gotten photos and vitals to pass along to Julio. He’s paying, he gets the first crack!” The raucous laughter that followed wasn’t just because I’m the boss.
Then Jill discussed how her team would decorate the space and tables. She proposed a theme of “Tiberius’ Villa on Capri.” I don’t know much about that, but it sounds nice and decadent, and Jill was a master at this. I never second guess her decorating. She’s our “Queer Eye!” (and actually, a Lesbian, not that there’s anything wrong with that - a surprisingly large number of our whore’s are lesbian. Go figure!)
Jeff then took the floor and presented his early budget estimates. He asked several of the others questions about their costs and then promised to get me a first estimate for Julio by the end of the week.
Reggie asked, “Why did’t you ask Jacques about his numbers?”
“Oh, he is worthless with money. He always gives me a number which is about a third of the cost. I’ve found the most reliable way to go is to take last year’s food cost and add 10%. That’s been very close the last three years.”
Jeff then took his laptop and went back to his office. This left me with Reggie, Ivan, Bill, and James to discuss the most delicate part of the preparation; obtaining suitable girls.
Every year it seemed impossible to find enough of the right candidates. Yet every year we somehow had an adequate slate to present Julio, who made the final cuts.
That they be young, 18-25, pretty, have good figures and eager to get money and fame was of course essential, but it was the exclusions that drove us wild. No professionals: whores, showgirls, experienced models, porn actresses, etc. They could have no close friends or family connections. Preferable for them to live alone or with a roommate with little contact, no current boy or girl friends, no family in the area and if possible no contact at all with family. Not only was it hard to find girls with these restrictions, but we then needed to do background checks to confirm the facts were true.
“John, I’ve been looking into some leads I got from HR. They suggested that temp seasonal girls might fit our profile. Girls looking for Christmas Break, Spring Break or summer jobs.” Said Reggie.
“I like that,” Jeff said. “They will come from out-of-town, even overseas. A 21-year-old girl who wants to work and earn money over vacation won’t be a social butterfly or a slut. She wants money, which is good, and she won’t be too experienced, otherwise she’d be with her boyfriend or at the beach fucking.”
“I like it,” I said. “What if we put out a bogus ad at a bunch of cheap colleges and foreign employment agencies that serve like the Czech Republic, Poland, etc. Temp over Spring break, needed bright personality – very good pay, room and board provided?”
“We could rent two offices, one in Sacramento and the other in Oakland to do interviews,” suggested Reggie. “If we make the ad sound good enough we could get a big turnout. The receptionist can tactfully screen out the dogs and the sluts. Then we could talk to the remaining sweet young things to see if they fit.”
“And the employment apps can be tailored to get what my people need to do the special background checks.” Added Ivan.
“I like it. Reggie, you take the ball and get going. Interviews over Christmas break should be perfect timing to draw candidates and prepare for March.”
“Right, John.”
“And, everyone. I remind you. Absolute security. There must be no trail back here. Office, ads interviews, no one can tie to us if it slips up and someone later looks for the bitch!”
“Yes Sir.” Nice crisp reply!
December 8, 2017 Palace Casino Reno, Exec Conference Room
Following up on my lunch with Julio, I sat down with my department heads who would help execute the game plan for his party. Present were the following:
John Marcum - CEO
Jeff Sears – CFO
Reggie Manning - Hospitality Manager
Jacques Moreau - Chef de cuisine
James Barker - Security
Bill Ramkin - Chief Engineer
Ivan Smirnov – Special Projects
Jill Reagan – Head Casino Hostess
First, Jacques told us the preliminary menu outline he had prepared. It sounded good. Of course, Jacques had run his own restaurant in Provence which was awarded three stars in the Guide Michelin Rouge. That’s why we hired him. After some minor discussion, he was allowed to leave the meeting. His real work wouldn’t begin until much nearer the event when he could count on farm to table ingredients in Napa. We don’t involve him in the seamier sides of the business. I don’t think he knows what sex is. We want him to concentrate on getting that third star for our bistro, L'Auberge.
Bill spoke up, “Chief, I’m still looking for a new source of wood. We can’t have the patibulum split like it did last year when we pounded the spikes in! Think how bad it would be if the stipes split!”
“Remember, we had to get bolts to hold the wood together to retain the nails. So embarrassing in front of the snooty guests!” added Ivan.
“I may have the answer,” I said. I have made contact with a French supplier called, Bois de Crucifixion Français Premium, Premium French Crucifixion Wood. As the name says, they specialize in this type of lumber. They have old growth oak just for this purpose. Bill, I’ll give you the contact info on the owner, Messaline. Get in touch with her and confirm specs availability and price.”
“Right boss. The standard we’ve used is 5” X 5” X 7’. With the Oak we’ve used, that’s about 50 pounds. If her oak is denser and stronger, we would modify the numbers”
“Don’t haggle the price. If it’s good, Julio will be glad to pay. Also find out if she’s available for the dates. March 27-30. She sounds like she might be a ‘playful’ addition to the party, if you know what I mean. Says she’s a whip addict!”
“OK, want me to fly to France to check her out myself?” Bill gave his cute, I can nail any girl, look.
“Won’t be necessary, I’ve gotten photos and vitals to pass along to Julio. He’s paying, he gets the first crack!” The raucous laughter that followed wasn’t just because I’m the boss.
Then Jill discussed how her team would decorate the space and tables. She proposed a theme of “Tiberius’ Villa on Capri.” I don’t know much about that, but it sounds nice and decadent, and Jill was a master at this. I never second guess her decorating. She’s our “Queer Eye!” (and actually, a Lesbian, not that there’s anything wrong with that - a surprisingly large number of our whore’s are lesbian. Go figure!)
Jeff then took the floor and presented his early budget estimates. He asked several of the others questions about their costs and then promised to get me a first estimate for Julio by the end of the week.
Reggie asked, “Why did’t you ask Jacques about his numbers?”
“Oh, he is worthless with money. He always gives me a number which is about a third of the cost. I’ve found the most reliable way to go is to take last year’s food cost and add 10%. That’s been very close the last three years.”
Jeff then took his laptop and went back to his office. This left me with Reggie, Ivan, Bill, and James to discuss the most delicate part of the preparation; obtaining suitable girls.
Every year it seemed impossible to find enough of the right candidates. Yet every year we somehow had an adequate slate to present Julio, who made the final cuts.
That they be young, 18-25, pretty, have good figures and eager to get money and fame was of course essential, but it was the exclusions that drove us wild. No professionals: whores, showgirls, experienced models, porn actresses, etc. They could have no close friends or family connections. Preferable for them to live alone or with a roommate with little contact, no current boy or girl friends, no family in the area and if possible no contact at all with family. Not only was it hard to find girls with these restrictions, but we then needed to do background checks to confirm the facts were true.
“John, I’ve been looking into some leads I got from HR. They suggested that temp seasonal girls might fit our profile. Girls looking for Christmas Break, Spring Break or summer jobs.” Said Reggie.
“I like that,” Jeff said. “They will come from out-of-town, even overseas. A 21-year-old girl who wants to work and earn money over vacation won’t be a social butterfly or a slut. She wants money, which is good, and she won’t be too experienced, otherwise she’d be with her boyfriend or at the beach fucking.”
“I like it,” I said. “What if we put out a bogus ad at a bunch of cheap colleges and foreign employment agencies that serve like the Czech Republic, Poland, etc. Temp over Spring break, needed bright personality – very good pay, room and board provided?”
“We could rent two offices, one in Sacramento and the other in Oakland to do interviews,” suggested Reggie. “If we make the ad sound good enough we could get a big turnout. The receptionist can tactfully screen out the dogs and the sluts. Then we could talk to the remaining sweet young things to see if they fit.”
“And the employment apps can be tailored to get what my people need to do the special background checks.” Added Ivan.
“I like it. Reggie, you take the ball and get going. Interviews over Christmas break should be perfect timing to draw candidates and prepare for March.”
“Right, John.”
“And, everyone. I remind you. Absolute security. There must be no trail back here. Office, ads interviews, no one can tie to us if it slips up and someone later looks for the bitch!”
“Yes Sir.” Nice crisp reply!