by Michelle Day
In his wit and wisdom, Jez informed Paul that he would be spending the evening on the floor. Supervising, collecting glasses, taking orders from the occupants of the booths and schmoozing the V.I.P’s. Paul’s least favourite job in the entire place was working the floor. Changing into the logo’d club t-shirt, he did a circuit of the floor before the doors opened, to make sure everything was how it should be and then took up his place by the door, V.I.P list in hand as Serge announced opening time.
Working the floor was somewhat of a gauntlet run. You were subject to the good and bad whereas behind the bar you tended to be reasonably protected by the large piece of wood separating you from the customers. On the floor, you were exposed and needed your wits about you. Taking care of the V.I.P’s was the easy part; it was the people in the booths who caused most of the problems, believing they were more important than the regulars and passersby who stopped at Jokers to see what the fuss was about.
There was of course an upside to working the floor. Paul absolutely loved the press of female bodies against him as he went about his business. He would, every now and then and take the time to interact and dance a little before ferrying empty glasses to the bar and collecting drinks orders. His height made him perfect for this. He’d hold the tray of drinks aloft, out of the way of dancing patrons, gyrating bodies and opportunist drink snatchers and would deliver them still relatively full to their designated table.
On one such run and with both hands laden with trays, Paul made his way carefully to the booths, both arms raised above his head as he negotiated the path of least resistance. Almost at his goal and the DJ changed the music to the tune of the moment that had bodies rushing to the dance floor. Knowing it was useless to resist, Paul stood and waited for the rush to recede and that’s when he felt the hands on him.
The red head in front of him made eye contact immediately as her hands traced the waistband of his jeans. The two brunettes either side of him were alternately stroking his chest and arse. When three pairs of cool hands slipped beneath his t-shirt, he began to move but he whispered to the red head as he passed that he’d be back. Placing the trays of drinks with the relative customers, he handed the empty trays to another member of staff and made his way back to the comely trio waiting for him on the dance floor.
Surrounded by the trio, he took the time to introduce himself and found it unnecessary, they already knew who he was. They made their intentions crystal clear and Paul found he had a moment of doubt, only a moment mind you before he made up his mind. Beckoning for them to follow him, he made his way through the throng and over to Jez.
“Are any of the VIP rooms free?” He shouted.
Eyeing Paul and the three women behind him before consulting his clip board, Jez nodded and shouted back “Number eight.”
“Cool, I’m taking my break now, I might be late back.” Paul grinned and turned away.
“Just clean it up after you’re done.” Jez called after him.
The kissing and groping began as soon as the door that led to the VIP rooms closed, muffling the sounds from the club. The red head pushed him back against the wall and sunk her teeth into his lip before snaking her tongue into his mouth. Hard as granite and wanting more, Paul groaned “Not here.” Into her mouth before grabbing her wrist and pulling her with him, the two brunettes hot on their heels.
He dragged the t-shirt over his head and soon had mouths worshipping his skin. The red head walked him backwards as she kissed him. He’d decided to let these three have their way with them, he would be their willing play thing as he wanted to see if that bizarre used feeling he got after sex with Eve would appear if he was well and truly used in every sense of the word.
Knowing the club like the back of his hand, he knew if she kept walking him backwards, sooner or later they’d hit the coffee table set between the couches. Yep, there it was. His calves had hit the table, bringing him to a stop. Hands on his shoulders, Red encouraged him to sit and then she and one of the brunettes did something he didn’t expect. With hands around his wrists, they pulled him backwards, giving him no choice but to lay back on the burnished copper surface. They held his arms out to either side of him, crucifix style as the third woman made short work of everything he was wearing below the waist and set her mouth to his rigid cock.
Fit, healthy and face it, in the prime of his life, Paul knew he could easily overpower the women holding his arms but he didn’t. He relaxed back against the table and let them have their way with his body and he was enjoying every lick and suck so far. The brunette to his left commented that his cock looked tasty. Tasty? Ok, never heard it described that way before but whatever. She let go of his arm and moved to lean over him, taking turns with her friend.
Red also dropped his arm and began to strip, all the while watching her friends devour his cock. Paul watched her avidly as she slipped out of the skin tight dress to reveal the tiniest pair of knickers he’d ever seen and a nonexistent bra. When she finally looked at him, the hunger in her eyes made his breath catch and “Oh shit.” Flitted though his brain. Man eater alert!
Dropping to her knees beside him, she kissed him harder and deeper than he’d ever been kissed. His hands trailed up her back and slowly tickled the skin over her ribs before cupping her breasts. She pulled away before he had a chance to get his mouth to them and he found he briefly had three mouths tonguing him. His body tensed as his balls were sucked into a warm mouth while the other two tongues worked him.
As the mouth on his balls withdrew, so did the one working the head, it was soon replaced with one who had considerably more skills. Red turned back to him, raking her nails down his chest and laving the sting with her tongue. When she stood, he saw that the wisp of underwear had vanished and she stood before him completely naked.
She parted her legs as his hand drifted up her inner thigh. His hand engulfed her pussy, filling it with heat. She smiled down at him as he began to work her; she was already so wet at having this prime piece of man flesh at her mercy. Long, firm fingers parted her folds and eased forward, sliding inside as his thumb worked her clit. Relieved that he clearly knew how to work a woman into a quick frenzy, meaning the hype and newspaper reports of his prowess hadn’t been overkill. That would have been so disappointing.
It seemed some kind of subliminal messaging took place between them as he came to the conclusion he wanted to taste her at the same moment she wanted to feel his mouth on her. He grinned and sunk his fingers into the flesh of her arse as she straddled his head and fisted his hair, pulling his mouth to her waiting pussy.
With perfect timing, one of the brunettes lowered herself onto his throbbing, desperate to come cock as Red fed him her pussy and the third mouth returned to his balls. He groaned into the wetness in his mouth which set Red off firing on all cylinders. She rode his mouth hard and pulled his hair harder as the brunette bouncing on him and creamed around his cock. She switched places with her ball sucking friend and a fresh but equally as tight pussy lowered down on to him.
Reaching down, Paul squeezed the base of his cock hard; he was on the verge of shooting his load and wanted pussy number three wrapped around him before he did. Red exploded again and swiftly pulled her body from his questing tongue. She licked her juices from his face and kissed him. Encouraging him to watch the girl riding him as the second brunette straddled his thighs and cupped her friends breasts from behind, Red reached out and sharply tapped the girls clit, making her scream as she tightened around him.
With both brunettes spent, Red straddled him and made to lower herself. Even though she was wetter than wet, she had trouble accommodating him. He pointed to a bank of drawers and barked one word “Lube” telling Red to lift off him, he applied liberal amounts to his straining cock as encouraged her to slowly ease herself back down. Damn she was tight, almost too tight. Although he’d decided to let the ladies take charge tonight, he was now right on the edge and as she finally managed to take him, he made the mistake of looking down to where their bodi
es joined. Shit, her pussy was stretched wide around him, an amazing sight but one that threatened to have him spurting deep inside a complete stranger.
He propped himself on his elbows and studied her. She was panting as her body slowly accustomed itself to him. How would she take being told what to do?
There was only one way to find out. “Fuck me hard. Do it now.” He growled. Her face registered shock but then she placed her hands on his chest and pulled her body from his before slamming back down and repeating. He bucked up into her as the other two girls watched from the couch. Gripping Red’s hips, Paul increased the speed and force of her movements before pulling her off him and fisting himself to orgasm.
The three girls smoothed the hot globs of spunk into his abs and chest before their tongues cleaned him up while he regained his breath, laying quietly, silently watching them and wishing he didn’t have to go back to work.
Leaving the room, Paul turned towards the club but stopped at a shrill whistle from behind him. Turning, He lent against the wall, grinning from ear to ear as Jez approached.
“Enjoy your break?” He asked, also giving the wall a helping hand to stay upright.
Nodding, Paul still couldn’t wipe the smile from his face “Very much.”
“I hope you didn’t leave spooge everywhere.”
“Spooge?” Paul asked before laughter took him. “I cleaned the room, if there’s spooge, it isn’t mine.”
He got back into the swing of things immediately when he got back to the main floor of the club. Paul made sure his three pelvic partners were supplied with free drinks for the rest of the evening and he arranged a taxi to take them home on his own private account upon closing the club. He felt neither guilt nor the nagging feeling of being used even though he had been completely. Gratuitous sex never made him feel that way. Sex with his girlfriend however, was an entirely different matter. He needed now to get home. Carmen was allowing him to have his son for the weekend and he wanted to get in a few hours sleep before meeting her halfway between his home and hers.
The changeover of his son from his mother’s car to his was incredibly smooth. He’d expected tears and the boy clinging to his mother but there was nothing of the sort. Gavin happily climbed into his car seat and sat waiting for Paul to buckle him in. It was Carmen who had tears in her eyes as he kissed her goodbye.
Unfortunately, Paul had to work that night so he’d arranged for Monica to meet him at his Uncle’s flat in order for her to spend some time reacquainting herself with her grandson before he had to leave for the club. Monica arrived before he made it home with bundles of clothes and a few toys for the boy and a newly acquired travel cot, a last minute purchase as when she questioned her son over her grandson’s sleeping arrangements, she realised he hadn’t given it any thought whatsoever.
Arriving home, there were a few moments of initial shyness on Gavin’s part but he had to give his Mother her dues. He could see she wanted to gush and engulf the boy in a hug but she held back and quietly sat on the floor, unpacking the items she’d purchased until curiosity overcame his son and he wondered over to his Grandmother.
He was content to watch the two most important people in his life chatter away to each other and was slowly being filled with an overwhelming sense of peace when Monica told him to do something useful and assemble the travel cot. Picking up the bag that contained the cot, Paul carried it to his room and the struggle then commenced.
Hearing cursing and some abrupt bangs coming from Paul’s room, John hovered in the doorway and watched his nephew.
“What on earth are you doing?”
Straightening from bending over the cot that currently resembled a net covered spider, Paul pushed his hair from his eyes and faced his Uncle. “I’m trying to get this to open; yes I read the instructions before you ask. It must be broken.”
Stepping forward, John retrieved the instructions from the bed and studied them, questioning Paul on each and every step and receiving terse replies. “Right.” John said as he dropped the instructions back onto the bed. “We can do this. You grab that end and pull.”
Several minutes and a few hundred curse words later they admitted defeat. “Fuck it, he can just sleep with me.” Paul sank down onto his bed.
“Sounds like the best idea to me.” John agreed. “Hello little man.” He greeted Gavin as the boy wondered over to what was supposed to be his bed for the next two nights, Monica hot on his heels.
“Why isn’t that ready for him? He’s getting tired and could use a nap.” Monica glared at them.
“It’s broken.” Paul stated.
“Yes it is.” John confirmed.
Tutting in disgust, she picked Gavin up and placed him on Paul’s lap before grasping the edges of the cot and giving it a shake. It fell in to place easily and she proceeded to add the bed linen.
The two men looked at each other over the head of the young boy. “This never leaves this room.” Paul told his Uncle.
“Agreed.” Nodding solemnly, John agreed.
Chapter Twenty Four
His refusal to introduce his son to the supposed love of his life wasn’t particularly well received; he paid for that decision for months. Or so Eve thought.
Paul made the most of his nights at the club, obtaining new conquests and re-visiting old ones while maintaining an air of detachment. Eve no longer socialised at the club, she had her man and she had no need to mingle with the great unwashed so he had no fear of being caught as long as he kept his shenanigans within the walls of the club. Outside, in the public eye, he was the perfect picture of an attentive boyfriend.
Within six months of his initial investment in order to keep Eve’s father out of bankruptcy and with further investments into the company with little payback, Paul took it upon himself to employ Norman full time to oversee exactly where the money was going. It gave Norman the pleasure of telling Michael that Paul was now more than competent at his job meaning he was no longer needed to coach the younger man and that he was resigning. Paul had never seen him so happy.
Norman quickly raised his concerns over the financial status of the company and further meetings with Niles were arranged. Niles refused to allow these meetings to take place at the office and insisted on more informal ones at his home.
Sitting across from him again, Paul’s distaste for this man became quickly apparent when Norman handed over various financial statements and pointed out several highlighted portions of the documents.
Leaning forward, placing the paperwork face up on the desk, Paul speared the man with his ice cold gaze. “Is it your intention to bankrupt me?” He growled.
Niles hesitated before replying. Biting his tongue to hold back the reprimand that the young man should treat him with respect. “Not at all, I assure you.” He smarmed.
“Then.” Paul stood, placed his hands on the desk and leant forward. “What the fuck are you doing wrong? You are haemorrhaging money. You’ve put me in the position of having to make a very difficult decision here. Either I cough up more money to pay the staff. Again. Or, I remove you from the company entirely and take over directorship. Which would you prefer?
Scooting backwards in his chair, Niles also stood and began to pace. “I can’t lose the company. I’ll do better. The staff shouldn’t have to suffer.” He stammered. He saw Norman smirking from his chair and didn’t like it one bit. He resented Norman breathing over his shoulder at every available opportunity and vowed to find a way to discredit the man in Paul’s eyes.
Pulling himself up to his full height, Paul thrust his hands into his pockets and stepped back from the desk. “You are to hand over the check book and all bank accounts to Norman. He will be taking over control of the purse strings from this moment forward. You just need to make sure anything you do, any investments and any expenditure is signed off by him.” Paul held up a hand for silence when Niles began to protest. “There will be no discussion over this. Its simple Niles, you will do as you are told. You will tow the line or
I will break your company into shards and sell it off bit by bit. Norman, anything you think is suspicious, you run by me, other than that you have free rein to do what you see fit within that company.” He looked up at Niles and caught the sneer he quickly covered. “Other than making sure your staff is taken care of, there will be no further monetary input from me so I strongly suggest you stop shitting money and get your fucking head in the game.”
Waking the following morning, he took a few moments to re-think the previous evening’s conversations. On the way home, Norman had assured him that he would make the company profitable but advised Paul to step away once he had regained his initial investments and made a profit. He said that the company would have to learn to sink or swim without him once he had them on an even keel. All Paul wanted to do right now was go back to sleep but it was his first of the two days a week he spent at the offices of Jensen Incorporated and he had to get out of bed. He had the horrible sinking feeling that he’d bitten off far more than he could chew by getting involved with Niles Fitzgerald.
Parking his car in the underground car park and having a quick look around it to make sure the cars parked either side wouldn’t be able to ding his if they left before him, yeah, he was anal that way, he made his way to the lift which is where he found his sister waiting patiently.
“Morning.” He greeted her.
Smiling at her brother, Tessa rummaged in her handbag and pulled out an envelope. “Good morning little brother.” She laughed as she looked up at him. “I have this for you.”
The lift doors opened. He opened the envelope she had given him as she selected the floor they required and stood to the back of the lift. His heart felt as though it was trying to crawl out of his throat as he read what was on the embossed card in his hands.