Liberated Pt. 15

Preface

This is a bridge, introducing new staff, getting the renos started, not much steamy eroticism in this part.

Chapter 40

"Erin, Babe, it's after 7. O kisses my cheek.

"Oh, crap, wow, I slept like a baby, damn that was special,"

"Morning sweety." I give her a nice kiss, roll out of bed.

"That massage, the fingering, the thumb, damn good O. Damn good." I open a drawer, grab some clothes.

"Here throw these on." I toss her some jogging shorts and a tee. I pull on a sexy, simple, short, summer dress. I kiss her passionately.

"We gotta get there before Carl, first day of work. You drive don't you."

"Hey Erin, easy girl, calm down, we're not late." She holds my shoulders.

"Yes, I drive, I'll get coffee and bagels while you unlock the bar." She hugs me,

"It's gonna be a great day."

"Damn, you're good for me, thank-you."

"I've never driven a Benz. This the brake?" she stomps the gas, the tires squeal, as she backs out the garage.

"Whoa, good thing it was in reverse, whew."

"Really O, can you drive?"

"Yes, just playing. You awake now?" Giggling.

"Well damn you, yes I am."

Penelope and Jim are getting into their car.

"Fuckin' fun eh," I give them the thumbs up.

"Yes, thank you." Carrie hollers from her step.

Odette peels out, tire squealing.

"Benz got some git up and go."

"Easy sweety, enjoy the journey." I flick her nipple.

"I could get used to being chauffeured,"

"Anytime babe, anytime, I like driving." She turns to me "Driving my tongue and digits into you, hear you scream OOOH, OOHHH." She laughs flipping my boob.

"OOHH My OH"

We both laugh loudly, wind in our hair.

The Partridge Family song playing in my head. 'Oh, I think I love you,' I look over at her, smiling, so gorgeous, she makes me feel really good. Not just in bed, like right now, just being with her. Laughing.

"Hey babe, do you know a bartender?"

"Sure do."

We pull up in front of the bar.

"Babe, come with me please." I insert the key.

"First time opening, together." I place her hand over mine, turning the key. I kiss her, tearing up.

"Whole new life starts right fucking now." We stand hugging. Carl arrives, O leaves.

"Morning Erin, Bernice is still in bed with Josie?" He chuckles.

"She might be here around 11." He chuckles.

"Josie is amazing, I got some pics." We sit, he passes his phone. Josie is doing the splits. Getting DP'd, eating Bernice. Another she is bent backwards, shoulders on the floor near her feet, sucking Carl, knees wide Bernice is carpet munching.

"They're insatiable, both contortionists. I got a couple hours sleep; I doubt Bernice slept at all."

Both crews arrive, we sort out who does what. O returns with pastries and coffee.

I search online for furniture, flooring, light fixtures.

O contacts a bartender to come for an interview.

I order 6 gym mats, 4 sectional couches, 4 coffee tables, all to be delivered asap.

The security fellow arrives; I spend an hour showing him what I want.

"I'll get you a quote in a couple days."

"Whoa, stop, I need the perimeter cameras operating by the weekend, interior surveillance completed next week. I guess I'll have to find someone who can do it right away."

"No. I want this job, I'll have a quote by 2pm, with a guaranteed deadline."

"Excellent, see you this afternoon."

The cook arrives, I extend my hand.

"Hi, I'm Erin."

"Hello, I'm Steve Garnett."

"Steve, you come with high recommendations, so cut to the chase, time's important; expected wage, create a menu, and are you willing to sign a year's commitment?"

"$30, I'll commit to a year, I won't create a menu for free?"

"Go check out the kitchen, I'll make a call."

I call Luigi.

"Hello."

"Luigi, Erin, now Simpson."

"Hi Erin. Impressed with your escapade; I understand you're single now."

"I am, Luigi, a professional call, I bought a bar, and I'm seeking advice, if you'd be so kind."

"Erin, of course, did you buy the one on Prince?"

"I did. Is it a tragic mistake?"

"Definitely not, I planned to offer $875, in a couple months."

"I paid less, now I'm remodeling. I have a cook here, Steve Garnett, what's the going rate for a cook?"

"Wow, he's good. I know Steve, great for catering, I'd hire him, $22 an hr."

"Great thanks, I'm planning to gut and redo the kitchen, any recommendations?"

"Whoa, slow down girl, that kitchen works fine, the appliances are all working, shiny doesn't make the food better, my equipment is older than those, I get no complaints. Gordon Johnson, I'll have him call you."

Steve returns.

"Great, Luigi, thanks."

"Erin, to show my appreciation for your support, a complimentary meal for six, let me know date and time."

"Luigi, you're a special kinda great, we'll chat soon."

"So, Luigi says wage for a cook is around $20, you have catering experience. Is that kitchen capable of that, I'm considering doing weddings."

"The kitchen is satisfactory; I need $25."

"$22. Starting right now, cook this week for me and the workers, lunch at 12, supper at 5. Prove your worth $25."

"Ok," we shake.

I locate Carl and O upstairs.

"How goes the battle?"

"Odette's a great helper. The donation crews done. Carpets are gone, we should have the upstairs ready for cleaning tomorrow."

"Carl, could we fit stacking laundry in this bathroom?"

"Yup, remove the tub, new shower stall, toilet, laundry there, sink and counter here. Sure, 3 days."

"Great."

We high 5,

"I hired Steve, lunch at 12 suppers at 5 daily." I embrace O,

"You smell delicious, a little sweaty, Rraarrr." We kiss.

I send a group text: hired a cook, lunch @ 12, supper @ 5 daily.

Today is free, lunches $5. Supper $8.

Message if coming so we know how much to cook.

Bernice arrives a little after 11, looking beat; cuddling a large coffee she sags into a chair.

"Hey."

"Well, Carl mentioned you didn't sleep; I'm ok if you take the day off."

"I'll be ok, another coffee some food."

I tell her what's transpired,

"Chef Steve will have lunch for 12."

Josie arrives, skintight, yoga outfit, such a spectacular body. I enjoy seeing her crotch gap, camel toe, and tight ass.

"Can we talk?" She blurts out, as she approaches.

"Of course."

"I want in, to participate in your business."

"Uh, to what capacity? I have partners, I don't need money."

The furniture arrives.

"UH, I gotta handle this, Josie, prepare to answer these questions, qualifications, expected wage. What's your fear, your fantasy?"

Red sofas put in place; the black ones will be delivered later today.

Brenda texts: Neil pled guilty, I have papers for you, I could bring them to you.

Reply: I hired a cook, join us at 12, free lunch.

Chapter 40

"Ok, Josie, you made a substantial impression on Carl, I anticipate rave reviews from Bernice.

"I'm a bisexual nymphomaniac, I crave sex, lots of sex. When you described fulfilling fantasies I got a tingling rush in my loins, my pussy oozed. I want to participate every day. I've plenty of experience fucking, my only jobs are dancing and Yoga. I have a trust fund; sex will be payment enough."

"Ok, any restrictions, BDSM, filming, etc."

"My fantasy is mild BDSM, I've tried several Dom's. I love performing, I do a wicked strip act, I'm extremely flexible, I can do standing splits; I can almost lick my own clit."

"Wow, uh, would you do a video for our webpage?"

"Hell ya."

O arrives, arm around my waist, pecks my cheek.

"Ok, I have a BDSM room at home, we'll arrange that. Would you accept full-time waitress, and helping in the kitchen?"

"Yes, anything to be around tour vibe."

"Ok, go help Steve with lunch."

Brenda arrives.

"Brenda, you have a glow."

"Another bank account with 212 grand." She passes me a folder.

Stunned, I take the folder.

"Thank you for last night. Private chat."

"Yes. Did you have a fun fuck last night." I ask with a grin.

"Last night was fantastic. Damn Camille knows what to do to a woman."

"Camille seduced me, she was my first. Yes, she's damn good."

"Ron's a great husband, he isn't a lover. He knows I need more to be happily satisfied; Ron agrees your club sounds perfect."

"Ok, we'll arrange that."

Steve wheels a serving cart, with a large pot, bowls, and utensils.

"Cream of turkey soup. Help yourselves."

Josie follows with another cart. Steve announces,

"Turkey on white, Ham on white, or rye. English style fish and chips at 5."

Odette brings 3 soups,

"What sandwiches, I'll fetch them?" I want to taste test one of each, if you'll share with me?"

I wink and blow her a kiss.

"Ham on rye, Please Odette." Brenda speaks softly,

"She's a dear, kind, considerate, really sexy."

"I know, we're good together too." O returns,

"Thanks, sweety, sit enjoy lunch, it's Josie's job to serve."

As everyone is eating, laughter is abundant.

"Bar's open, but only 1 if you're working." I pause.

"If you're not working, no drinks until you do. We'll find you some work." I laugh.

A young red head, freckle faced, fellow comes in.

"Erin?"

I raise my hand. He comes over.

"Hello Erin, sorry to interrupt, I'll wait; I'm Terry your bartender."

"Terry, my presumptive bartender, when did you decide that?"

"Right after you contacted me."

"Have you had lunch, Terry?"

"Actually, no."

"Well Terry, a little work first, then lunch is free." I call out.

"Terry's seeking a bartender job, I need 5 different drinks, Odette, Carl, Bernice, Brenda, tell Terry what you want mine is a Cuba Libra. Terry, show us why you're the man."

"Manhattan, Tequila Sunrise, Margarita, Pina Colada."

I finish my lunch; it's barely been 2 minutes. Terry comes from behind the bar.

"Ma'am, your Cuba Libra." He turns,

"who's the Manhattan for?" Carl holds up his hand.

"Tequila Sunrise, I don't have a frozen glass as I normally serve it, but the taste will not change." He sets it before Bernice.

"Margarita?" Brenda reaches.

"That means the Pina Colada is for this pretty young lady." He sets it in front of Odette.

"Ok, sound off, grade the soup." Everyone complimented. "The drinks?" again accolades.

"Guess you earned lunch Terry, soups cream of turkey, sandwiches are Turkey and Ham. Take as much as you can eat, come back, I have questions." I go to Claire and Jill. "Claire, would you be interested in bartending or waitressing?"

"I'd love bartending, but I'll waitress."

"Ok, you both need to tell Sid, be honest, upfront, give him 3 weeks' notice.

"Brenda let's chat." I return, kiss O.

"Terry, my girlfriend will keep you company."

We go to a sofa in the hall.

"I doubt you'll get requests for old broads, so I don't expect much; but maybe some young fellow has a fantasy to fuck his mom, that I could enjoy, I'll do it for free."

"What about you Brenda, what's your fantasy?"

"I'm embarrassed." She swallows hard.

"I'd pay to be tied up, spanked, a little pain, rough sex."

"So, Brenda, imagine you're blindfolded, ass cherry red from being spanked. You've been swatted with a flogger, hard; your body riddled with red streaks."

I move close. I put my hand inside her blouse, teasing her nipple, until it hardens.

"You're shoved on a bed, wrists tightly bound to the headboard." I squeeze her erect nipple hard, twist it between my forefinger and thumb, she winces.

"Your tits pinched with nipple clamps." I look around to confirm there is no one visible. I find the video of Claire strung up, Penelope in the stocks, me in my latex suit. I push play and pass it to her.

"I'm that person Brenda," I force my hand into her crotch,

"I dominate bitches like you, I whip them, I make them whine, I can make you beg to let you cum." My right thumb is furiously rubbing her labia through her panties. "I have dildos, vibrators, strap ons, whips, clamps, all the fun fucking toys." She is writhing, breathing hard. I remove my hand, slap her tit hard.

"You want that, you want me to find out how much pain makes you horny. I do that, I know how."

"I want that, I really want that." She's panting,

"I'll be in touch." I take my phone, walk away, knowing she's sitting there stunned, horny, considering masturbating.