“That’s nice of you to offer, but I’m not a charity case yet,” I said. “I have to earn this money and save the bar without a hand out.”
“I knew you were going to say that,” said Brax a little disappointed. “But good for you. I respect that work ethic, Claire. I really do.”
“How’s your website?” asked Kenner. “Is it up to date?”
“I update it, but it’s a bit antiquated,” I admitted. “We built it using a template ten years ago.”
“Oh, God,” laughed Kenner. “Let me take a look at it. I know a few tricks if you give me access.”
I looked into his eyes.
“Sure, I trust you,” I smiled.
I really did trust Kenner. He just had that trusting look about him. I almost kissed him there, but I wasn’t sure what the etiquette would’ve been with the other guys. Would I then kiss them all too? Wait, what am I saying? Am I really thinking about dating four guys at once? No, that can’t work. I’m sure they would never go for it. Although, they all came down to help me and they all stayed. Here we are, all having dinner. It feels. Nice.
“What you really need to invest in,” suggested Brax. “Is a deep cleaning by a team of professionals. Not that this place is that dirty, per se, but it is old. I’m sure that ceiling hasn’t been cleaned in decades.”
I looked up at the ceiling. Was it originally that color? I had no idea. I remembered in old pictures of grandpa, the ceiling looked like it was coated in some kind of metal. Looking up at it now, it looked like paint or could it be decades of patina? I didn’t know for sure.
“You’d have to close down for a day and hire the team,” said Brax. “Or get your staff to do it.”
“You guys wanna come by Monday morning and---“
“No, that’s fine,” said Brax, stopping the thought. “We are definitely not professional cleaners. Quite frankly, you should see our conference room sometimes.”
“Or Travis’s office,” added Kenner.
“Bro, seriously? After what you do in your bathroom?” said Travis.
“What does he do?” I asked.
“He brushes his teeth in here,” said Travis horrified.
“Wait, it’s not a public bathroom, is it?”
“No-no,” said Kenner. “It’s in my office, but I’m usually the only one that uses it.”
“Usually is the key word in that sentence, bro. Usually,” said Travis.
“Am I missing something, Travis?” I asked. “Because that sounds normal to me.”
“Travis is kind of a germophobe,” said Jax.
“It’s not that, bro!” insisted Travis. “Listen, Kenner handles Roger Banks of Banks & Flattern.”
“Yeah, so what?” asked Kenner.
“Bro, the guys like four hundred pounds! He sweats pushing the button on the elevator! It’s gross!” insisted Travis.
“He’s a nice guy,” defended Kenner.
“It’s not about being nice. The guy is a walking heart attack!”
“I still don’t understand,” I said confused. “What’s the big deal about the toothbrush.”
“Kenner lets the big guy use his bathroom! His toothbrush is in there!” said Travis horrified. “He doesn’t have it in a container or anything! It’s just sitting out on a shelf! How can you use your toothbrush again after a guy like that takes a massive deuce in your bathroom?!”
“I actually never thought about it until now. That’s why you’re grossed out?” asked Kenner.
“Yes!” said Travis.
“Okay,” agreed Kenner. “I’m throwing away that toothbrush when I get back to the office.”
“Really?” I asked, kind of amazed these guys were so squeamish.
“Yes, absolutely. I didn’t even know, now I can’t stop thinking about,” said Kenner in horror.
“You get the website spruced up and the DJ,” said Jax. “Maybe spend a little promotion at the colleges. You need something.”
“We could flyer the neighborhood. That’s cheap, right?”
“What is this 1982?” joked Jax. “No one does flyers anymore.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” insisted Kenner. “It would be retro. You could use it to advertise an 80’s night!”
“I do love the 80’s music,” I admitted.
“Like every other female on the face of the Earth,” joked Jax.
I frowned at him and stuck out my tongue. No every woman loves 80’s music, right? Oh, well. That’s what would make it a good promotion.
“You know what I would offer,” said Brax. “A two for one drink special when you bring a friend. Just for the first drink. Perhaps you’d get some more couples through the door. You could take advantage of the dim lighting.”
“Ooo, what about a singles night!” suggested Kenner. “These dating websites organize them all the time. You offer a discount to the people that come, but the place fills up with desperate lonely singles. They drink believe me.”
“Bro, you know a little bit too much about that,” said Travis staring at him.
“Okay, I’ve been on speeding dating a few times,” admitted Kenner. “It’s not a crime. Never drank so much in my life at some of those events.”
“Drink specials,” said Travis. “I used to love drink specials in college.”
“I can’t afford to cut back too much,” I admitted. “My profit margin is already thin.”
“That’s the thing,” said Travis leaning in and whispering. “You just make it sound like you’re having a sale. The customers don’t know you’re charging the regular price. Diners do it all the time!”
Travis looked over at McCleary and Stetson. McCleary raised his glass and Travis acknowledged the gesture.
“Except the old guys,” he added. “They’ll know, so you might have to give them a real discount.”
“Are you guys this ruthless in your business?” I asked. “What does Cadance Tech actually do?”
“We manufacture various electronics and sell them,” explained Brax. “We’ve also branched out into other avenues. Things like software, consumer audio equipment, cellphone components, you name it.”
“I thought all that stuff was made in China,” I said.
“It is,” admitted Brax. “But we don’t like to brag about it.”
I must’ve made a face, because Brax got a little flustered.
“Oh, but, uh, don’t worry. We check out our suppliers very thoroughly,” he assured. “No slave labor. Only honest-to-goodness workers. We pay a little more for that, but I like to be able to sleep at night.”
“Hey, I just thought of something,” said Jax. “You’re going to have a packed house on Saint Patrick’s Day, why not give them something that will make them come back?”
“That’s a good idea,” I replied. “Like what?”
“T-shirts!” said Travis. “Or muscle shirts.”
“No, that’s cheesy. Maybe a custom emoticon?” suggested Kenner.
“I like it, but that’s something you could download,” said Jax. “What about a mug that you could bring back for one free beer that weekend? You could give away the cheapest beer your have, but who would complain?”
“Wow, that’s a great idea!” I exclaimed. “I should be writing this down.”
“I’ll remember,” said Jax. “Maybe you and I could go over a promotional plan.”
“No-no, no-no,” objected Kenner. “I see what you did there. You’re just laying the ground work to move in ahead of us. That’s not right.”
“Are you--- Are you holding her hand under the table?!” said Jax, horrified. “What the Hell do you call that?”
“Relax, bro. It’s cool,” said Travis.
“And this one has his hand on her thigh!” noticed Brax. “This is a violation! You should have to trade seats. Trade seats with us!”
“Okay, sorry, that’s on me,” I said, taking the blame. “I just got comfortable. I shouldn’t do that until I’ve made my choice. I really do like you all, though. Especia
lly after what you did today. I hope I can thank you all sometime.”
“Well, this dinner is definitely a fine thanks,” said Brax. “Even though we had to work for it, I don’t think we get this kind of service in our own club.”
“The whole place is crazy overpriced,” dismissed Jax. “I’m so glad we got out of there.”
“Well, the auction’s coming up,” reminded Travis. “That should be fun.”
“Auction?” I asked.
“The club does a bachelorette auction to fundraise for operating expenses. Hey, let’s get Claire in, she needs the money,” suggested Travis.
“Wait, what would I have to do?” I asked.
“You would have to spend an evening with the gentlemen who won the bid,” explained Brax. “Not that there would be anything sexual in the exchange. You would earn half the money for your time at the club and the rest goes to the club for operating expenses.”
“Huh, interesting. How do they normally get women for the auction?” I asked.
The boys looked at each other. None of them really knew.
“I think the Director of Membership must organize it,” he guessed. “You know, I’ve never asked.”
“I’ll think about it,” I said. “Sounds interesting, if I can make the time. Guess a room full of millionaires and billionaires, it would be worth it.”
“Make no mistake,” said Travis. “Some of those guys are the cheapest human beings on the face of God’s green Earth. But all of them go a little gaga trying to buy the best girl. It’s an ego thing.”
“It is fun to win,” admitted Brax. “Some of the ladies are quite beautiful, but they hardly compare to Claire.”
“Aw, you’re a charmer,” I smiled.
“I see what you did there,” said Kenner, mildly annoyed.
“You’re still holding her hand,” noted Jax.
“And you’re still ruggedly handsome, so we’re even,” said Kenner.
“I am ruggedly handsome,” smiled Jax, accepting the compliment.
“Feels weird buying a date to keep the club open,” said Travis. “Bottle service alone should the expenses for a year.”
“How can you be as rich as you are and still complain about money?” said Jax, shaking his head.
“Hey, easy come, easy go,” said Travis. “You never know. It might all go away tomorrow. You could should remember that. What if the government collapses, bro? Then what are you going to do?”
“The government collapsing?” I said curiously. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”
“He spends too much time on Info Wars,” noted Kenner.
“That’s just one of the sites,” assured Travis. “Believe me, there are plenty more on YouTube.”
“The only thing I watch on YouTube are cat videos and fails,” I noted. “Never watched the news on them.”
“Not very reputable sources, I say,” said Brax. “When any crankpot can have his own channel it’s the crankpots who get them.”
“Crankpots?” asked Jax. “I think you mean crackpots.”
“You’re probably right,” said Brax looking at his whiskey. “I think I had a few too many of these.”
“Maybe it’s time to cut back,” said Kenner. “Can’t have the boss hungover.”
“Speaking of which, gentlemen, we do have an early day tomorrow,” reminded Brax. “That meeting with Lakewood. Your attendance is required and mandatory. We all need to be there.”
“Ah, dammit,” muttered Jax. “Totally forgot about Lakewood. Okay. Yeah, we should bail soon, Claire.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “You guys have been such a help today. Finishing the ten o’clock and after crowd, that’ll be nothing. Speaking of…”
Some new customers walked in. I had to start running the bar again.
“You’ll have to excuse me,” I said bowing out. “You can just leave the dishes, I’ll get them later.”
“No, c’mon,” insisted Travis. “Now we know what we’re doing.”
The boys cleared the table. By this time, they were almost pros at it. I poured beers for the customers that walked in and almost immediately, two more found their way inside the door. I guess things were picking up getting closer to St. Patty’s Day.
“Well guys, I gotta tend bar,” I said walking them to the door. “I can’t thank you enough for tonight. Thank you.”
I kissed Kenner good night. He smiled. Then I kissed Travis. Kenner stopped smiling, but then seemed to accept it. I kissed Jax and then I kissed Brax.
“You are an extremely interesting woman,” noted Brax. “And one, that I might add, that has been more than fair. We look forward to your decision.”
I watched the guys leave. They got into a limo and the limo took off. Must be nice having that all the time. Of course, I didn’t really need much in the way of transport since my entire life was spent in the bar these days.
The night shift went about as I expected, with McCleary and Stetson closing the place. I locked up, put everything away and trudged upstairs to bed. I couldn’t help but think about the boys.
Kenner was sweet as Travis was strong. Jax was as handsome as his brother was sophisticated. How could I choose? Any woman with half a brain would give their right leg to be with just one of these guys. Here I had four fighting over me. It was like being back in high school, only way more adult.
Something about working all together and having dinner together--- It just seemed right. Comfortable. I wanted to do it again. Was I being selfish? Taking all this time to make up my mind which one I wanted to date? No. These were good men and I couldn’t just arbitrarily choose one of them. It wouldn’t be fair to the others. I also was genuinely attracted to all four of them. I wish I could make that work, but how could I?
Laying in bed, I imagined all four in the room with me. Jax would take me in his arms and kiss me, then Brax, then Travis, then Kenner. The order wouldn’t matter really. It would feel safe and warm. This was just a fantasy, but I felt like it could work.
I imagined they would slowly undress me and lay me on the bed. They would be touching me all over. As I imagined, I started to touch myself all over. I opened my pajama top, exposing my body to the dim light. I rubbed my breasts and nipples, imagining Kenner and Travis. They would also be kissing them and licking them tenderly. It really made me hot just thinking about it!
It suddenly occurred to me that I couldn’t be the only person that felt this way. There had to be others who tried this. I sat up and started searching the Internet on my phone. Several searches came up for polyamorous relationships. Sometimes it was a married couple that had an open marriage and other times it was a woman who had multiple partners. It didn’t seem so crazy now. This gave me the go-ahead for my fantasy so I didn’t have to feel guilty about it.
Again, I laid back, this time with new zeal. In my imagination, it was more intense now. The boys were kissing me and touching me a little more aggressively. It was a real turn on. I unzipped Travis’s pants and his erection popped out. It was just as hard as the rest of him!
Brax took down his trousers and I put my cock in his mouth. He gasped and said something like, “My word!” All the others would do the same and I would take turns sucking them and stroking them, while they took turns pounding my warm, wet pussy.
I had my fingers on my pussy now, touching my clit and moving my fingers in an out. I imagined it was Jax’s hard dick inside me. His rough, five o’clock shadow against my neck as he pumped me with his manhood. The other guys, what would they do while I enjoyed Jax?
“Why not two at once?” I thought.
Yes, Kenner beneath me, in my asshole. God! It would be so tight! In and out of my asshole, he would pump. With Jax fucking me on top, that would be amazing. I would take turns stroking and sucking Brax and Travis at the same time. Each sexual position would be explored in multiple ways. Nothing would be off limits. Why should it? We’d be perfect for each other. We would all get off and I would be overwhelmed by the smell
of their manliness!
As I imagined this, I started to cum. Again, and again I came. I gushed all over my bed and sheets, but I didn’t care. I kept cumming until I was completely spent and satisfied. I felt I was sexually free for the first time in my life. I brought my fingers up to my hands and tasted myself. Yes, this is what happiness tasted like. I wanted this. I needed this.
I would have all four of them as mine.
Chapter 12
Claire
The next day, I finally got some decent kitchen help. He was a great kitchen line cook by the name of Fernando. He was a bit temperamental, but in this business that happened often. Cooks were the artists of the kitchens and in restaurants and bars. I gave Fernando plenty of space. If he wanted to be a diva and a little weird, I was willing to put up with him as long as he could work for the low pay I was dishing out.
“This is my take on quesadillas!” said Fernando, showing me the plate.
He paused. Waiting for me to do something. I realized a little too late that he wanted me to take a bite.
“Oh, of course,” I said, picking up a piece and eating it.
It was good and tasted familiar.
“Is this corned beef and cabbage in a quesadilla?” I asked.
“Yes!” he said, elated that I got it. “I call them Irish Quesadillas! What do you think?!”
“Brilliant!” I complimented. “Can we get something green on the plate to make it look a little more Irish? Like garnish maybe?”
Fernando looked at me. I wasn’t sure if he was going to hug me or quit in a huff. Either one was possible with a flaky cook. Instead, he started tearing up.
“Oh, my God. You’re the brilliant one!” he said. “I’ll find the perfect garnish!”
“Great,” I smiled. “Thank you so much, chef.”
“No,” he said seriously. “Thank you.”
Well, he was intense, but at least he loved his work. I went back out into the lunch crowd and waded in. Between that and bartending, I managed to stay on top of it all. I had this kind of renewed energy. I wasn’t thinking about the guys, but I had to give them the credit. They gave me something to look forward to and something to see every day. I assumed it was just a matter of time before they strolled in.
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