by Michelle Day
Monica smiled at him. “You deserve this, even if you don’t win, it’ll make the company more visible to the public and that can’t be a bad thing.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Matthew will be here soon, we are all having dinner together and we can discuss what you want to do for your birthday.”
Over dinner, the brothers decided that they would simply spend their birthday at the club with Paul being on hand to make sure their friends all got VIP treatment when there. In the meantime, Paul needed to get a suit organised for the awards ceremony as he still only had the one and after taking a look at his more than healthy bank balance, he decided to have one made instead of buying off the shelf.
With Paul now taking on most aspects with regard to running the club, Jez allowed himself the occasional night off. He lived with his girlfriend in the large apartment above the club, a place where only the select few were allowed access. His home was completely soundproofed but he had a live video feed so that he could keep an eye on things and overall, he was impressed with the way Paul ran the club in his absence.
Jez would re-appear when the club closed for a quick synopsis from the staff over how well they thought the evening had gone what the take was and also to see if anyone needed him to find a cab to take them home. He believed in looking after his staff. He paid them over and above the going rate and always ensured they had safe passage to and from work at his expense when required. It paid off in the long run as he hadn’t hired anyone new, with the exception of Paul, in the past five years.
Locking that night’s takings in the safe, Jez then opened the drinks cabinet in his office and pulled out a bottle of Tequila. He handed it to Paul, slapping him on the back as he did.
“Good work tonight, the take was up, the staff is happy and I got the night off. I may do that more often, grab a couple of glasses, we should celebrate.”
“You hardly have the night off Jez, you watch my every move through those bloody camera’s” Paul grinned at the older man as he held out the glasses.
“You don’t own the place yet boy; I need to see if you are costing me money. Drink up.” Jez raised his glass to his mouth and downed the shot in one, laughing at Paul as he choked on the drink, “First time huh? I’ve just popped your Tequila cherry. Awesome, have another.”
Half a dozen drinks later, Paul was feeling somewhat shaky on his legs but it didn’t stop him reaching for his refilled glass. “You still have a lot to teach me, we should arrange some time when you’re actually awake through the day so we can go over the finer points.”
“Yeah, or you could just drop by Wednesday after you’ve had luncheon with Mummy and played the part of the perfect son and we can go over the last bits then.”
“I am the perfect son, it’s not a part I play and there’s no shame in admitting that I love my Mother.” Paul, as always, bristled when anyone cast aspersions on the woman who had given him life.
“Ignore me, I’m a bitter man when it comes to Mother figures, mine was a cold hearted bitch who’d sit back and watch as one boyfriend after another beat the shit out of me then she kicked me out when I fought back.” Jez tossed back another drink.
“Shit Jez, I didn’t know, I’m sorry man.”
“Hey.” Jez stood, unlike Paul; he was rock solid on his feet. “It’s ok, you didn’t know but it does give me the ability to see in others when their home life isn’t what it should be. I know you won’t admit it but I do know that your old man beats you and I understand what you are going through when it happens, so if you ever need to talk…..”
Paul scrubbed his hands over his face; he was feeling the effects of the alcohol in his system along with the creeping fatigue of a long day and heavy night. “Thanks. I’d better make a move, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He got to his feet and staggered from the head rush.
“Oh no, no, no, you stay here tonight.” Jez wrapped an arm around his waist and guided him from the office, across the dance floor and over to the stairs that led to his apartment. Stopping just outside the door, he propped Paul against the wall. “Listen up, this is my private space, very few people are allowed in here so consider yourself privileged. You’re about to meet Aryanna, you can look all you like. You. Do. Not. Touch.”
Paul hiccupped and couldn’t help the stupid smile that split his lips, “Do you enjoy making things a challenge for me?”
Sighing, Jez reached for the door, “I knew you’d see it that way. I’m deadly serious about this. Anything in here you can help yourself to, just not her. Be warned though, she likes to touch and play, I’m ok with that but you keep your hands to yourself and don’t think you are a special case, you aren’t, no-one touches her, or should I say, no man touches her except for me, got it?”
“Roger that boss.” Paul answered. “I have far too much respect for you to do anything other than what you ask.”
The first thing he saw upon entering Jez’s inner sanctum was Serge. As the large door man stepped aside, his view changed to that of possibly the most perfect vision of a woman that he had ever seen and he now completely understood why Jez had set ground rules.
Standing at an easy 6’ 1”, Aryanna almost matched him for height and far outstripped Jez in that department. Long platinum blond hair touched her bottom, her eyebrows and lashes matching the colour of her hair with skin so pale she was almost albino. She turned to look at him and appraised him from head to toe with crystal blue eyes. Stepping forward, she bent to kiss the man in her life before coming face to face with the young man who would eventually release Jez from the hold of Jokers. Her pale pink, Cupid’s bow lips slowly curved into a smile as she took in the beautiful male form before her. “Welcome.”
Jez stepped out of his shoes and wasted no time in pouring another round of drinks, “I didn’t realise we were going to play tonight.” He said as he relaxed back into the sofa.
Paul couldn’t move, he had quite literally been riveted to the spot. Presented with the sight of not only Serge who he freely admitted, intimidated him to the extreme, but Aryanna was clad only in the tiniest thong, her pale skin and pert, hand sized breasts on display for all to see. He could only wonder at what they were planning to play given the woman’s attire but when a completely nude Betsy stepped into his peripheral vision, he began to understand exactly what the club manager was referring to.
“Oh good, you bought us a present.” Betsy crooned; she trailed her hand over his chest as she made her way to Serge.
“Come, sit.” Serge encouraged him by grasping his arm and guiding him to an armchair.
Jez leant forward and handed him a glass. “Drink up, I have something to ask you.”
Paul downed the drink and felt the burn in his chest as it went down, he held his glass out and accepted another shot before glancing quickly around at the players in the room, his eyes finally settling on Jez.
“When the girl’s say play, they don’t mean Monopoly or Twister.” He started. “They like to um, entertain themselves while Serge and I watch, I don’t touch Betsy, he doesn’t touch Aryanna. In all honesty, I hadn’t realised tonight was game night or I’d have called you a cab but you’re here and as far as I’ve seen over the last few years, you most certainly are a player. The question is, are you prepared to give up complete control? From the looks on the ladies faces, I’d say that you are the toy they’d like to investigate but it will involve complete surrender on your part and of course, your hands stay by your sides.”
Paul shook his head, no, he couldn’t do this. Being naked in the showers at school or in front of his brother was one thing but in a room full of virtual strangers? Perhaps not. “I like to be in control and I really don’t think this is my sort of scene.”
“That’s ok. No problem. You are more than welcome to stay and watch or I can show you to the spare room and you can crash, it’s entirely up to you.”
Aryanna stepped forward and then crouched in front of him, her hands spanning his thighs, “If you do decide to stay, you can change your m
ind at any time, none of us will think anything of it. Of course, if you decide that you would like to be our toy, that’s fine too and be assured that we would never cause you any harm and we will stop any time you ask us too.”
“Ah, thanks, I think.” He stammered but sat up a little straighter in his chair. Aryanna moved forward to perch on the arm and he tried hard to ignore her. “You said no touching,” he spoke to Jez, “So I don’t get how this works.”
Jez smiled, it seemed his young protégé was taking this into consideration, “All you have to do is sit back and relax, let the girls do their thing and don’t touch. I find Serge is very good at making over eager hands stay where they should be.”
“I don’t doubt that for a second.”
“Here.” Jez held out a large joint, “Take a toke, sit back and enjoy the show.”
Paul hung onto the joint and watched in a haze as Aryanna and Betsy began to play, mouths and hands exploring intimate places and he had to admit, it was turning him on. As Betsy came towards him, he felt Serge’s meaty hand circle around his right wrist and Jez’s much more slender hand hung on to his left.
Betsy slowly unbuttoned his shirt and he was concentrating so hard on her swaying breasts that he failed to notice Aryanna popping the button on his jeans. His whole body jumped when a warm mouth engulfed him but his view was still blocked by the bar maid.
Leaning over the side of the chair, Betsy kissed her way around his torso, flicking his nipples, nipping and sucking before spreading oil over her hands and applying them to his chest, “This will warm your skin up, make it tingle and feel good.”
With Betsy to the side of him, he had the opportunity to turn his attention to Aryanna. He watched as she worked him in earnest, her mouth pistoning up and down as she moaned around him from the attention she received from Jez’s free hand. As the skin of his torso began to heat up, he came to the conclusion that he’d had better blow jobs. His perspective changed when Betsy moved to her knees between his legs, her mouth closing around his balls.
His whole body jerked again and the hands on his wrists tightened at the movement. When Aryanna’s mouth focussed on the head of his cock and Betsy began to lick and suck the rest of him, he rested his head back and gave himself over to them.
Taking a breather, Betsy sat back and watched Aryanna continue to work him, “Told you he was a nice size huh?”
Her mouth leaving him with a pop as she released her suction, Aryanna turned to her friend and nodded, “He has stamina too, I like that.” Her hand wrapped around him, stroking, keeping him hard as she looked up the length of his beautiful body and she was very happy that he had decided to stay.
Soft hands applied more oil to his torso, spreading it over his chest and lower to his belly. The warmth and tingle started again and he relaxed further as those hands set about massaging his muscled body. Someone’s mouth was working on him again and he was dragged out of his relaxed state when a slim finger pressed against his anus. At his protestations, the finger moved away and instead, the oiled hands moved to his balls, kneading, massaging and heating the flesh as two mouths took turns alternating between sucking him and jacking him off.
Paul felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine as his balls tightened preparing to deliver their load. The suctioning mouth never left him and neither did the hand cupping and squeezing his balls. His breathing quickened as the multiple sensations overcame him. Tensing against the hands clamped around his wrists, he gasped as his orgasm hit and enjoyed the last moments of suction before sensitivity took over.
He watched as the two women kissed, sharing his load between them while Jez and Serge stepped up to the plate, positioning the women on the coffee table in front of him. With Betsy on her back, her hips raised with cushions, Aryanna was free to kneel between her spread legs and apply her tongue to her friends nether regions while Jez closed in from behind to finally get a piece of his woman.
Serge meanwhile had unzipped his fly and tipped Betsy’s head back to enable him to feed his cock into her mouth. Paul had a brief thought of man that’s hot before sleep claimed him.
Waking the following morning which in reality was a mere few hours later, he had a brief moment of where the hell am I? Before memories of the previous night invaded his brain quickly followed but a pounding in his skull which he suspected had been fuelled by vast amounts of Tequila. As he was contemplating just how much more his head would hurt if he lifted it from the pillows, the door opened and Serge popped his head around it before filling the aperture with his large frame.
“Bar boy, get up, come eat.” He grunted at Paul before hustling out of Jez’s way.
“Morning sleeping beauty, the girls have made breakfast, you’d better get up.” He dropped Paul’s clothes onto the bed and grinned at the pale face scrunched up in a frown. “Hangover?”
“Yeah.” Paul answered, the appearance of his clothes making him do a quick sneak peak beneath the covers. Having clocked that he was in fact, still wearing his boxer shorts; he dropped the covers and looked back at Jez. “Does Serge actually know my name?”
Jez shrugged and shouted the large Russian’s name making Paul wince and Serge re-appear in the doorway, “He wants to know if you know his name.”
“Dah, bar boy.”
“It’s Paul.” He groaned as he sat up.
“I know, I prefer bar boy.” With that, Serge once again left the room.
Jez chuckled, “Looks like you have a new name. Shake a leg Paul, breakfast will be getting cold.”
Wondering out into the kitchen and greeting those present, Paul expected to feel a twinge of embarrassment over the previous evening’s activities but he felt none and evidently, neither did anyone else. As he ate, he took his time in looking around the flat. Taking up the entire top floor of the club which in itself was converted for its current use from an old warehouse, the floor space of the flat was simply enormous. A second floor had been added which is where he’d just stumbled from. This floor housed two bedrooms, one with an en-suite and a further bathroom. Under the stairs was a large cupboard and looking towards the front and back on the lower floor left you with views over London from the large picture windows, there was also a balcony overlooking the yard at the rear of the club where deliveries were made and the staff parked their cars.
A further bedroom was tucked away by the front door of the flat and a small cloakroom containing just a toilet and a sink completed the separate rooms before it all opened out in the huge living area, complete with open fire place and open plan kitchen. The whole place was decorated in hues of white and cream, a little too pale for Paul’s somewhat Bohemian taste but nonetheless, it made the space appear brighter and airier not that its vast living space needed any assistance in that area.
“Nice place.” He caught Jez’s eye.
The bar manager nodded, “Yeah, it’s a good size. Take a good look around when you’ve eaten if you like, it does, after all, come with ownership of the club and once you’ve bought my shares, the entire place, club, flat, stock, everything, will officially be yours.”
Paul grinned. His! Now that did sound good and he was already picturing the afterhours parties he could have here. “I’ll save the tour for when it’s mine.” He answered, “I have to get going, thanks for last night, see you later.”
As Matt had the car, Paul hopped on a bus that dropped him close to his Uncle’s flat and after showering and getting a change of clothes, he made his way on foot to his new yard. The temperature had dropped and rain threatened so he knew his workforce wouldn’t be out on site today.
He stopped just inside the gates of the yard and looked around, there were still a few things that needed doing but for the most part, his staff had done an excellent job of cleaning the place up. He noticed the beautifully crafted, hand painted signs which denoted the use for each cabin on the site as well as the new vans, all neatly lined up in their sign written glory and sparkly clean. He didn’t mind the days when they couldn�
�t work for they were a resourceful bunch and usually found some way to occupy themselves.
Upon entering the cabin designated as the staff room, he was again pleasantly surprised as the interior had been painted and furnished with mismatched furniture, he guessed from their own homes. The sink had been plumbed in and the kettle was happily boiling away waiting to be noticed by the card playing men.
“Afternoon Boss, want a cuppa?” One of the men looked up.
“Er yeah, you guys have done a good job in here and in the yard. Thank you.” Paul perched on the arm of one of the chairs and took the mug offered to him.
“We thought we might as well make it homely.” Another man spoke up.
“It looks great. Let me know if there’s anything you need for in here, I’m sure I can find a budget for it.” He got to his feet, mug in hand and made to leave. “If you are done for the day, you can go home. There’s no reason to hang around until knocking off time. If the weather’s bad tomorrow, stay home, if not, I’ll see you in the morning.” He hopped down the short flight of stairs and headed across the yard to the cabin which served as the office he would share with Phil.
This cabin was twice the width of the other’s in the yard as it was very soon going to house not only the two men but also up to three further administration staff which Phil would be interviewing later today.
“Nice of you to show your face.” Phil chirped up as Paul entered.
“I wasn’t aware I was required or that I answered to you.” He quipped back. “How’s things?”
“Slow today but I’m catching up on the paperwork you haven’t done and I have a bunch of ladies coming in this afternoon for interviews, might be nice if you could stick around.”
Dropping into the chair in front of Phil’s desk, Paul put his mug down and grabbed the applications, reading through them and splitting them into two piles. “These are the most promising in my opinion.” He laid a hand on one of the piles, “These not so much.” He touched the other pile.
“You aren’t staying.” Phil stated, going through the first pile.