Liberated Pt. 18

Part 18

Last month I was an average married accountant. Now I'm a rich, promiscuous, lesbian, sex crazed, businesswoman, renovating a bar and starting a sex club.

What's next? Or Who's next?

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did creating.

Chapter 44

5 am, in a very sleepy voice, I answer a phone call.

It's Bob, Neil's roommate from college.

In a nutshell, unknown to me, Neil helped finance 2 college buddies in an Australian gold mine, it was very successful. The 200 grand in the second bank was for an additional claim, apparently a surprise 10th anniversary present for me. Hearing Neil was incarcerated they're offering to buy me out, for $1 million.

Sipping coffee, waiting for breakfast at a table with Carl and Bernice. Josie walks in.

"Woke up alone and hungry, heard this place has decent food, oh wait, it's cuz it's FREEEE." Doing a little shimmy, shake dance.

"Carl, I'll get the painters on table and chairs, you get the cleaners going in café and Bar. Can you get that serving window open, it would be convenient while the tables are out here.

"I'll eliminate the office, remove the shelves, that'll make room for new appliances, and open the window. I'll get on that first thing." Carl is smiling.

"A sign, arrange photo shoots, buy the parking lot, keys cut and a little shopping spree for uniforms are my priorities."

At 6:55, Steve and O roll carts out. Choice of scrambled, Denver, or poached, sausage, bacon, fried ham, hash browns, pancakes, waffles and white, rye, or brown toast. Fresh fruit, cantaloupe, watermelon, oranges, bananas. By 7:05 everyone is served.

7:15, O offers seconds. I get more bacon.

"Want some special sauce on that?" O giggles. I nod, wink. (re: breakfast at Camille's when we first met)

By 7:40, tables are clear, except for coffee cups. At 7:50 I enter the kitchen.

"GET OUT," Steve shouts, wags his finger, chasing me out.

"Kitchen off limits today. What you want?"

"To compliment you on the breakfast."

"Ok, ok, I don't need compliments, I need $25 an hour, lunch at 12, see you then, GO."

8:15 painters are putting drop sheets under the café furniture; cleaners are busy in all areas. Guys are moving the office equipment into the hall. I arrange a photographer for 6:30-9pm tomorrow.

2 fellows outside, 3 inside, installing security cameras.

Flooring representative arrives, Bernice and I walk through each area with him, confirming what happens where, restaurant, some upstairs rooms, available day after tomorrow, bar to be done a day later. Expecting completion Sunday. He agrees.

10am, Jeremy Schneider texts, be there in 15.

We wait in Carl's vehicle, not wanting him to know I bought the bar at this time.

6'1", 30's thick black hair. At a quick glance, he looks a lot like Niel. We shake hands.

"Hello Jeremy, Erin, my good friend, and sister-in-law, Bernice, how is it you own this narrow strip of land."

"2 brothers, returned from the war, bought this entire block, built 2 houses. Fred built an auto shop there, Ralph ran a scrap yard here. Both became successful, raised their families."

"14 years ago, Ralph sold out, retired to Florida. The new owner built the bar. Dad bought his house. 10 years ago, Fred died of a heart attack. Dad bought his property, renting everything out. 3 boys inherited everything, we had careers, no interest in the houses or garage, so we listed everything. A developer wanted to build the strip mall, only required that land, so we still own this lot."

"Unlikely to ever sell but paying taxes. We researched it; bylaws only allow a 22-foot building. Not much use to anyone, I however have plans. Here's my offer." I pull out a bundle of cash.

"One-time, fair offer, right here, right now, 10 grand, meet at my lawyers, sign papers. This offer is not negotiable, decide right now; Yes or No, cash or tiny lot."

I wave the cash.

"5, 4, 3, 2," I put the cash in my bag, "1." I turn.

"Yes, the deed is at our bank, follow me there?"

"No, I want my lawyer to assure me it's a valid deed to this specific property, free and clear. I'm a cautious businesswoman; 1:30 at my lawyers; work for you?"

"Yes,"

"I'll text you the address."

"So, what are you going to do with it."

"Haha, not until I have the deed." I wink. I text Brenda to arrange 1:30 for title search.

We're sitting in the SUV watching him leave; I send a group text: sexy photo shoot tomorrow 6:30-9:00; bring your favorite lingerie.

"Bernice, you may tell Carl, but no one else, you swear?"

"Of course."

"Neil invested in a gold mine with 2 college buddies. I'm selling his share for $1 million."

"What the fuck." She stares wide eyed.

"Natalie gifted me 1 million, so all this is paid for, and I'll still be a millionaire, 5F's, 7F's will be lucrative."

We hug, then return to the bar.

Strong smell of paint, and cleaning products,

"Whoa, Bernice, prop open the doors." I admire the freshly painted, bright red and white furniture. Carl has the serving window open. I peak in, O's doing dishes, Josie is, behind her, sucking O's ear, fingers under her top on a tit, hand inside her shorts. I move aside and watching them in my phone, record them. Josie drops to her knees, taking O's shorts down, her hands spread O's butt cheeks, O tips back, leaning her elbows on the counter. Josie rims her, fingers disappearing in O's twat. Face wiggling in her butt. Josie turns sitting on the floor, parting O's legs, Josie's eating O's cunt. One hand fingering O, one fingering herself. O cums quickly, soon followed by Josie. Josie stands lifting O's shorts back into place; spoons up against her, kissing her neck and ear. O turns and they share a French kiss.

Chapter 45

"No." Carl hollers,

"Steve said no."

"Steve told me to stay out of kitchen, I'm not in kitchen." I chuckle as I move away.

'Sex at work could cause serious problems.'

I ponder how to deal with this.

Cleaners are done in restrooms; painters move in there. 11:50, I make myself a Margarita, sit at a table. The gals from Peak arrive, also Brenda. Carl and Bernice join Brenda and me.

O announces

"Let's make this simple. If you want coke pass me your glass, 7-up pass it to Josie, coffee self-serve, it's on that table. 5 minutes later, 3 carts wheel in. Steve speaks, "Pulled pork on a bun, Josie's cart; shaved Beef on a bun Odette's cart, we have sides of string beans, carrots or beets, mashed potatoes, or fries. I have veggies, stir fry, and fruit. Enjoy."

Nearly 30 people are served by 12:10, I'm again impressed.

"Oh, my god this is so tasty," I say,

"Bernice trade me a bit, I'd like to taste the pork." She cuts a chunk and slides it onto my plate.

"MMM, just as good." The girls are refilling drinks, assuring everyone is pleased,

12:30 Steve enters,

"Freshly baked, warm pies, apple, cherry, peach, toppings choice, Vanilla Ice cream, or whip cream. Chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies will be on the bar all afternoon, I caution you, they may ruin your appetite for the special supper at 5:30." They wind through with the carts, placing desserts. I chose the peach, sampled Bernices apple and Carl's cherry pie.

All superb. 'I'm impressed.'

By 12:50, tables are cleared except for drinks, people rubbing their tummy's slouching, looking quite satisfied. 1 o'clock, workers leave, I heard many compliments; I feel proud.

"Well Brenda, meeting at your office."

"Now what did you buy?"

"The vacant lot beside the cafe."

By 2pm I return.

"Carl, Bernice, follow me." I lead them to the lot.

"New entrance here, 12-foot solarium, expands the seating by 30-40. Leaving a path to parking for 12 cars behind."

"That's a great idea. I'll get quotes, the expansion will require drawings and permits."

"While we're alone; I've got concerns to resolve. I offered you partnerships in the fantasy business. But now as everything is converging, how about a monthly wage, plus a share of the entire business profits? Think it over, let me know." We head back inside.

"Bernice, you recommended I go slow with O. I've fallen for her, I'm constantly in my head, second guessing everything, I don't want to mess things up and lose her because of my indecision."

"Erin, follow your heart, if it doesn't work out, I'll supply ice cream and a shoulder; I'll cry with you."

"Thank you so much. You need to sign at the bank for partnership and find waitress uniforms."

O's driving us to the bank; I send a group text: IMPERETIVE, EXTREMELY IMPORTANT, if you intend to be employed or participate in the fantasy fulfilment group, we need to meet, 7F', hall @ 6:30. If unable to attend I need a face-to-face meeting asap.

After the bank. I go to a printer; we design a great looking menu. 5F's Café ... Fantastic Food For Family and Friends ... Served with sides of Ferly Flavor and Formidable Fun.

On a simple 3x7 card, a menu for 5F's bar 'Fun For Family and Friends'

Lady's boutique.

"Odette, try these," I go into the change room with her. I tie the pale pink and grey plaid blouse in a knot, under her boobs, leaving the buttons undone, baring her midriff, showing cleavage, everything's covered and unlikely to spill out. Matching solid color pale pink tight, short shorts, partially exposed buns, accented camel toe. "Show Bernice, strut it babe, strut it."

"Wow, yes, cute, tasteful, sexy, not slutty, you've nailed it." A young, thin, salesclerk behind Bernice is ogling O.

"Ok, get 3 in this size, one bigger, one smaller, I'll come back tomorrow for correct sizes for the other gals." Bernice goes to gather additional clothing. I kiss O and slip my fingers inside the shirt.

"You make that outfit sexier." My hand pushes down the shorts, our mouths meet.

"I watched you with Josie in the kitchen, I got fiercely horny." My fingers rub her clit. O's hand lifts my dress and slips a finger in.

"O, I love you, I love the way you make me feel."

Bernice sees the sales gal standing beside the dressing room, peeking past the curtain, playing with herself. Bernice moves behind her, whispers.

"Let me help," cupping a tit in her right hand, pushing aside the curtain with her left.

"We'd like to join you." Bernice pushes her against the wall by the tiny bench, lifting her blouse, pushing her bra up over her boobs.

"Get those pants off." She tongue flicks the girl's nipple, gingerly rolling it between her teeth, as she pushes her pants down. Bernice kneels, separating her thighs, opens her labia, extends several licks before raising her hands to manipulate the girl's tiny orbs.

O and I are fully involved in a 69 on the floor. The girl cums first, covers her mouth, struggling not to cry out, yet making groans and grunts as Bernice takes her through a tumultuous orgasm. O and I climax together.

Bernice helps the young gal to her feet, after a passionate kiss.

"Put on the outfit, I want Erin to see you in it." She puts on the shirt and shorts; I lick a nipple before tying the shirt for the girl.

"O needs to keep you chill; not being a waitress." Bernice says to me.

"You interested in a waitress job?" I squeeze her tit.

"With fringe benefits like this."

"Fuck ya."

"Well not at work, but we have a swing club, and play often. O and I are a couple, I own a bar/café, we're building a fantasy fulfilling sex club."

She extends her hand to me, glazed eyes, hard nipples, obviously still horny.

"I'm Jenny, your new waitress, I'll need the smaller size, I'm not as sexy as you all." She says with a sexy Texas drawl.

"Jenny, you're every bit as sexy as us, don't believe the media." I give her a gentle kiss,

"What's your shoe size?"

"5" We share our contact info before leaving.

"We need comfortable red shoes; I know a great shoe store." I let O drive, I text Claire and Josie to verify shoe size. I ask Claire help serve supper. We find a nice open toe, low heel, comfortable shoe, O walks around.

"Babe, you've been a waitress, are those something you could work in for 8 hours?"

"Yes, oh ya, they're quite nice,"

"Ok, Josie's a 6, Claires a 7 Jenny 5."