Liberated Pt. 13

This is the 13th part of a (no longer) short story; I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did creating.

Chapter 35

Emma's waiting on the sidewalk as we pull up; she's mid 30's, reasonably attractive, brown hair pinned up, difficult to tell what her body is like, she's dressed in a non-flattering business suit.

While we're viewing the bar, the bartender/waitress is prepping to open, polishing glasses. Café has 3 senior guys gossiping, nursing their coffees, a cook in the kitchen peeling potatoes.

"Everything appears outdated and needs cosmetic help. Appliances will be the most expense." Carl states,

"You'll need to get a couple quotes, redo floors in the bar and cafe, lights, and paint."

We head upstairs.

"Refurbish these rooms, a couple grand."

"After cosmetic upgrades, in 2-3 weeks you could open the bar and cafe. Upgrade the appliances as you make money."

We continue strolling into the adjacent hall.

"Then remodel the hall for your sex club."

Sitting in the bar; I review the previous owner's bookkeeping.

"The books show a profit, until 6 months ago."

I do another leisurely walk through with Carl, describing my vision for each area.

Sitting at a table in the bar with Carl, Bernice, and O.

"I see the potential, it's solid, mainly the kitchen and cosmetics. I could hire 2 laborers and if a few friends help paint." He lifts the listing.

"It's almost a million bucks, will you qualify for that size mortgage?"

"I don't need a mortgage." I get 3 surprised, blank stares.

"Disregard the cost." I look at each of them.

"Place your hand in the center of the table if you think I can make it work." Carl and O's hands went in almost together, hesitantly Bernice's went in. Teary eyed, my hands cover theirs.

I take the listing.

"I need another look around, discuss your concerns while I'm gone."

I return several minutes later.

"Well, what obstacles have you come up with?"

"The finances?" Bernice tightens her lips, gives me a concerned look.

"I have enough cash to buy and renovate without borrowing." I sit.

"You still support me?"

"We do," in unison.

"Bernice, call Emma back in, tell her to bring an offer sheet."

Emma sits with paper, pen in hand.

"I have a 1 and done offer, no back-and-forth countering. $750 grand." Emma interrupts.

"I don't think that will do, that's 200 below asking."

"Emma," I slam both my palms on the table, glaring at her.

"Don't piss me off, I'll find another agent." I stare menacingly at her.

"Before you rudely interrupted, I'm offering $750. all cash; no negotiation." I sit back.

"We lock the doors, sign papers, arrange a time for Bernard to remove his personal items. I get everything in here, I think is the phrase is, lock stock and barrel."

I motion her to write.

"He walks away with $750 thousand cash." I stare at her.

"That offer is fair. Have you ever done an all-cash deal, at 3/4 of a million. Write it up and present it on speaker phone, I want his answer today."

She fills out the offer.

"Hello Bernard, this is Emma, I have a written offer, you're on speaker, with Erin. Please listen to the complete offer. $750 all cash, doors locked; papers signed today. You arrange a time to remove any personal items. No counteroffer, today only.

"May I speak to him?" I ask.

"Go ahead." She pushes her cell closer.

"Bernard, I'm here with a contractor, his wife, and my girlfriend, we've calculated the work this place needs, kitchen appliances, flooring, cosmetics everywhere, my offer is fair. Consider this." I pause for emphasize.

"Interest on 750 likely surpasses waiting for a higher offer. You won't have to work another day; OR you may work months, continuing to lose money, waiting for the offer you want, OR maybe another offer never comes."

I pause.

"Bird in the hand. Cash waiting, I want your bar, TODAY. You counter, I walk." I wait in case he readily agrees.

After a few moments of silence, I add.

"If you wish to wait, my offer depletes by 20 grand a day. You agree, sale completes today, cash in your bank."

"Bernard, the 5 of us are going to start drinking, you decide if we're drinking your booze or mine. See you when you get here." I cancel the call.

I hail the barkeep.

"2 bottles of your best white, and 5 glasses, please."

"I'll soon own this place, I may buy you drinks, but I sure as fuck won't serve you bitches. Hahaha." I laugh.

I go to the bathroom with Bernice,

"Emma certainly seems flirtatious, I'm sure she's interested in you, what's her story?"

"We met a year ago, she confided she was involved with a nurse and her teacher husband. She hooked up with nurse during the day while he taught; with him whenever she worked afternoons or nights. They discovered each other was cheating and both quit a month ago. Emma pursued me, she's looking, she doesn't have a partner. I've not yet agreed; but Carl and I've discussed it and we're willing."

We're finishing the second bottle when Bernard arrives. He's mid-fifties, overweight, balding, golf shirt and khaki casual pants. He walks to our table.

"Erin?" I stand, he offers his hand, we shake.

"Deal, let's get it done." He let's go of my hand; we sit.

Emma holds up a pen.

"Sign here" She points to the line on the paper. Bernard scribbles his signature.

"As soon as my lawyer gives me authorization, Bernard, your choice, do you want the cash in a briefcase, or a bank transfer. I have enough cash in a safety deposit box."

"Geezus, that sounds exciting, walking around with that much cash, but best we keep it in the bank."

"It's damn exciting, walking around with huge amounts of cash; almost as good as sex."

"Carl, please figure out what we need to lock up my new place."

"Here." Bernard tosses a keyring on the table.

"I can take out everything of mine, right now. You wanna sleep here, I don't care, we've both signed the papers, it's only legalities now. Far as I'm concerned it's yours, I walk out, I'm done." He nods.

"The 2 guys upstairs pay week to week, both are paid up till Friday, they only have keys to that access door." He stands.

"Someday I may return for a drink." Bernard goes behind the bar, puts a few items in a box, holds up a bottle of scotch.

"On the house?" He queries.

"For sure; but pay your staff and have them leave."

Bernard goes to the kitchen, we see the staff leave; he returns, salutes the bar.

"All yours, Erin, enjoy," he waves as he leaves.

"Yes." I holler, doing a fist pump.

"Hell Ya." I kiss Odette feverishly.

"Carl, make sure all the doors are locked," I turn to Emma.

"Emma, I see you ogling us." I pull my dress over my head.

"I noticed when we met you showed red panties, when crossing your legs." I stand next to her.

"You've removed them, and you've undone another button on your blouse." I run my fingers up her thigh.

"Bernice tells me you're looking to hook up." My fingers reach her pussy, it's wet, she parts her legs, gazing at me, her eyes widen.

"We're going to christen my new place with a sex party."

I touch her clit and ravishingly kiss her.

"Do you want to leave or join us."

"I'd like to join."

Bernice assists me removing Emma's clothes. Carl moves behind her, slides his hands from her shoulders down to cover her tits. Bernice is kissing her; her fingers join mine fondling her pussy. We assist her to lay on an empty table. Bernice and I are playing with and sucking her tits. Carl holds her ankles high and is fucking her hairy pussy, she cums quickly. Bernice dives in, to clean Carl's jism from her cunt.

Carl bends his wife over the table and plunges in her ass from behind. O and I climax in a 69 on the floor.

Chapter 36

"I'm so frikkin happy." I give O another intimate kiss, stand, tip the wine bottle chugging the last of the liquid.

"Wow, I've never had such a satisfying celebration." Emma wipes her face.

"Easiest, fastest deal I ever did."

"You should feel guilty, you didn't want to write the offer, and I closed it. You really shouldn't charge a commission?" I retrieve another bottle of wine from behind the bar, filling everyone's glass.

"Emma, get the paperwork done and to my lawyer by lunch." I give her pussy a light tap and kiss her on the cheek.

"You're invited for seconds, we'll be partying here tonight, with a few more friends." We all get dressed.

I text Brenda: I bought a bar, paperwork will be faxed soon, please expedite.

Brenda reply: Will do, is it for your business?

I text Brenda: Yes

Brenda: I want to chat privately about participating.

I text Brenda: Bring the papers to bar, I'll be here late.

Brenda: see you later.

Emma leaves.

"Carl, will you be the contractor, hire and oversee the renos, permits, focusing on opening asap?"

"Sure will." He raises his glass.

"I'll have workers here tomorrow."

I stand raise my glass,

"Please understand, you are my friends, my best friends. I'm so frikkin' excited about this and I want it so badly. I don't want any hurt feelings, so IF I sound bossy and maybe forgetting to say PLEASE. Salute me with your best 'FUCK YOU FINGER SALUTE.' Ok." I raise my middle finger on one hand and lift my glass with the other.

"To best friends and partners, a rich, fun fucking future."

Of course, I get the finger from Carl and Bernice. I choke up, emotional joy, I begin crying, I sit at the table.

"I love you guys; these are happy tears."

I get sympathetic shoulder rubs, O kisses my cheek.

I gather myself.

"O, Babe, you ok with helping?"

"Absolutely, however I can," she pauses dramatically.

"All work and no play." She straddles me, sitting on my lap, grabs my boob and tips her head to the side. I embrace her and whisper in her ear.

"Then your #1 priority is to keep me balanced." I rub her boob. We share saliva.

"Sweetie, would you please book 2 rooms at a motel, 2 weeks for each room." I drop my credit card on the table.

"I'll tell the guys upstairs to pack." I kiss O.

"Bernice, PLEASE," I emphasize the please, hold up a finger salute, chuckle.

"Go buy a bulk amount of weed, papers and lighters, also a case of Champagne." I toss several $100.00 bills from my purse on the table.

"We're gonna celebrate." I hug her.

"Soon, you and I need to open a business account, so you have a card, 'PARTNER'."

She giggles.

"I like that."

"Carl, do you know a garbage crew to clear out everything in the upstairs rooms?"

"No."

I get the crew's number Blair used to clean my garage and I arrange for a day's work.

I send a group text to Claire, Jill, Tyrone, Michelle, Carrie, Blair, Sid, Camille, Penelope, Jim:

I bought a bar/club. 1482 Prince St.

Party starts at 5 today. Food, open bar, weed supplied.

Door will be locked, text me to be let in.

BRING YOUR FREINDSHIP, LAUGHTER and SEXY SELVES.

"Carl, do we need blueprint drawings, for simple renos, or permits to redo the kitchen?"

"I'll verify for kitchen, gas, electrical yes, but unless we change walls, the rest is cosmetic." He replies.

"I'll dream it, you make it happen." I pour another wine.

"We'll gut the upstairs rooms, turn them into theme rooms; clean, paint, new flooring, furniture for sex activities. Flooring, lighting, paint, and decor down here." I state.

I find a company online to quote the kitchen appliances and arrange meeting tomorrow @ 10 a.m. I book a security surveillance company as well.

We hear people in the hall, the dance class has arrived; so, I introduce myself as the new owner and explain they can stay, for a month, without any changes.

Carl and I are sitting at the table; discussing moving the upstairs access from outside to inside; then use that door as entrance to an office for the sex club. Bernice enters, with her arms full.

"The yoga instructor just arrived, I know her, we did some training classes together a couple years ago." Setting down a box.

"She propositioned me, but we weren't interested in swinging back then; she's so frikkin' hot."

I go with Bernice to the hall to meet her.

5'8" lithe, trim, extremely sexy, spectacular, athletic body in a snug yellow yoga outfit, dark brown hair in a ponytail, white hairband. Large brown eyes.

"Hi, I'm Erin, I just bought this building," I extend my hand.

"HI, I'm Josie." we shake.

"You 2 know each other."

"Yes, a couple years ago." Josie nods, with a pleasant smile.

"Bernice is my business partner, we're going to redo the bar and kitchen first, then this hall will be turned into a sexual fantasy fulfillment club." I watch her closely to assess her reaction.

"A, uh what?"

"A private sex club, people submit their fantasy, we facilitate them, fulfilling their desires, either us or our members." There's astonishment on her face.

"Bernice, you, and Carl? You, uh, participate?"

"Oh, damn right, swinging has really enhanced our marriage. I often think about your proposition, Josie, I regret not accepting. Erin changed Carl's reluctance. You still interested?"

"YES, I have a partner, yes, we also love swinging."

"Bring your partner to the bar at 5, everything's supplied." I offer.

"I look forward to it, thanks." Josie nods, winks at Bernice.

Odette orders lunches and we spend the afternoon planning our reno strategy.

Theme rooms upstairs for fantasies; 2 basic bedrooms with mirrors, metal frames, for bondage, a living room or casting couch, a schoolroom that can be easily converted to a Dr. office, a faux kitchen doubles as our laundry room, a locked special BDSM room. Spa and hot tub plans for the hall downstairs.

We book a cleaning crew, arrange for quotes for painting, flooring, electricians.

Carl makes a plywood sign, 'CLOSED for renos, OPENING SOON' and hung it outside.

I slump in a chair.

"FUCK it, I'm done, Bernice where's that pot, I need weed." I chuckle.

"Playtime." O cuddles me. We share a passionate kiss.

"O, you're awesome, empathetic, cheery, you make me feel good. Thank you, for being you."

"Ok, help out, start rolling." Bernice dumps the bag, papers, and lighters on the table. I fire up the first joint I roll. O whispers quietly in my ear.

"Fuck your new business partner; I'll do Carl." She goes behind the bar starts music. O starts swaying as she raises her halter above her bouncy boobs, dancing towards us. She tongues a nipple. Turning her back to us she hooks her thumbs in the sides of her short's, slowly slipping them down, wiggling her bare bottom at us while maintaining a toe touching pose, she reaches back parting her cheeks. My hand goes under Bernices top, placing a joint to her lips.

"Carl, I want you, in here." Carl undoes his zipper, grabs her waist and they move over a table. She clutches the far side, submitting herself to Carl. He rambunctiously rams her until they both cum.

Bernice and I enjoy a more relaxed play, sharing the weed while slowly fingering each other to orgasm while necking.