Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series (15 page)

Paul sat back in his chair, put his hands
on top of his head and drew in a deep breath, “Whoa.” He paused, still
regarding the cheque, he hadn’t looked past Phil being the manager, a big step
up in itself from the foreman position he currently held but a partner could be
useful. “Mum, can you take a look at this?” He looked for guidance from the one
person he trusted completely.

Leaning over her sons shoulder, Monica
picked up the cheque, “That’s a lot of money.” She said, “are you sure you want
to do this?” She asked Phil.

“Yes, the wife and I are positive this is
what we want to do.”

“And what are your feelings on having a
partner?” She addressed her son.

“I don’t know, I hadn’t even considered it
but, I think it might be the way to go. I’ve got big things planned for the
future that are going to take me away from this business in the physical sense,
I don’t ever want to let it go completely and having a partner I can trust to
run things and make decisions when I’m not around would be a very good thing.”

Monica nodded her approval and returned to
her dinner preparations, keeping an eye on her son.

“You’re up for this then?” Phil asked.

“Yeah, I think so. Not sure I want to take
your money though.”

“How can I buy in if I don’t pay you?
Think about it Paul, this makes sense. You want to concentrate on the club as
much as you can and as time goes on, that’s going to consume a vast amount of
your time. You will still have the controlling share of the company but I’ll be
there to handle the day to day running and expenditure.”

“It all sounds great, it really does and
you’re right in everything you’ve said but when push comes to shove, even if
you are my partner, I have the final say and I need to be made aware of any
problems straight away.”

“Agreed. Shall I get my solicitor to draw
up papers or do you want to handle that?” Phil asked.

“I’ll get the papers prepared with my
solicitor but you may want yours to look at them before you sign anything.”

“Ok, no problem. Now, you were saying
something about a yard and a secretary?”

Buoyed up by the events of the weekend,
Paul positively floated through his week. He spent a couple of hours each
evening either at the gym, honing his physique, finalising the paperwork on the
yard he had just purchased outright, no mortgage for this boy. With Jez going
through the niggly little bits and pieces he would need to know not only for
when he took over the club from the current shareholders but also for when Jez
was no longer there. For the affable bar manager planned to eventually return
to his girlfriend’s Swiss home and set up a nice little après ski lodge.

Getting into his car late Wednesday
evening, he was about to start it up when Betsy, his flirty co-worker tapped on
the window and asked for a lift home, laughing at him when he asked boldly what
was in it for him.

“Let me just check that my flatmate is
out.” She told him as she practically dragged him up the stairs and into the
most untidy flat he had ever seen. He didn’t get the impression that it was
unclean and it certainly smelt fresh but there were clothes everywhere along
with large containers of diet supplements. “The guy I live with is a body
builder.” Betsy explained. “Sorry about the mess, neither of us has managed to
fold up our clean clothes yet.”

Paul nodded but stoically declined to
comment as she took his hand and led him to a very tidy, very girly bedroom.
Betsy flicked on the radio and shed her clothes before easing him out of his
and dropping to her knees in front of him.

Being no slouch himself in the bedroom
department, Paul was a little stunned with the speed she’d moved and also a
little embarrassed that he hadn’t had an erection when she took him into her
mouth, a situation that was soon remedied as she set her soft lips around him
and set her tongue swirling. Looking down at the young woman before him, he
allowed himself an indulgent smile as he felt things stirring and knew this was
one sight he would never tire of regardless of who the woman happened to be.

Betsy was used to being in charge, used to
disarming a man with her mouth to make him pliable enough to do as he was told.
When she tried this with Paul however, she found he wasn’t the over eager,
willing boy she had taken him to be at the club, he was a complete Alpha male
and she unwillingly found herself submitting to him. He snarled at her when she
dug her nails into his flesh as his large cock quite literally threatened to
tear her apart. He positioned her how he wanted her, leaving her no choice but
to do as she was told.

Dragging her by the waist to the edge of
the dressing table he had her perched on, Paul noted her surly expression and
regaled her with his best cat that got the cream grin. From her actions he had
quickly cottoned on that she was Alpha bitch and used to getting her own way
and while he was willing to play the part at the club, behind closed doors was
his domain and for all her whining, her drenched pussy told him that she was
secretly enjoying herself.

“Just go with it Betsy, let me make you
feel good.”  He crooned as he made his way south, “Don’t look down, watch in
the mirror.” He ordered.

“Can’t you just fuck me again? She
snapped.

“Why? Do you have somewhere to be?” He
asked but he felt the tremor in her thighs as his fingers continued to work
her. She shook her head. “Didn’t think so.” He smirked “ Good things come to
those who wait. I promise I’ll get around to it but this is for my enjoyment first.”

She nearly flew off the dressing table
when he set his mouth on her pussy. She knew from kissing him that he had a
talented tongue but as she hadn’t looked past doing anything other than sucking
and riding his cock, she had neglected the possibility that his tongue would be
put to equally good use elsewhere.

By the time he left, Betsy was a
dishevelled, sore but happy mess sprawled across her bed, she waved him goodbye
as he called out that he’d see her Friday night.

Prior to Jokers opening on Friday, there
was usually a staff meeting, Paul made it to the club shortly after it started,
coming into Jez’s frown and grins from the rest of the staff.

“Sorry, brother trouble.” He murmured.

“That’s an odd name for your car.” One of
the other bar staff chirped.

“It’s not what I call my car. My brother
wanted to borrow it but took forever to get ready so I’m late because he was
giving me a lift here.” Paul explained.

Jez cleared his throat and looked
expectantly at his staff until they all quietened down, ready to listen.

With the meeting over, Paul made his way
to the bar only to be stopped by one of the doormen. A large, scary looking
man, Paul hadn’t heard him speak before but as the man’s name suggested, he
wasn’t entirely surprised by his Russian accent.

“Bar boy,” Serge began, “You fuck my
woman?”

Backing away slightly, somewhat
intimidated by the other man’s size, Paul found himself stammering, “Er, I
don’t think so.”

“She say yes, was you.” Serge stepped
forward.

“Honestly Serge, if I did, I didn’t mean too.”
He answered, still backing away all the while thinking,
I’m gonna die here.

“She say was new bar boy.” The big Russian
insisted.

“Well, I am the new bar boy but I don’t
remember doing anything with anyone.” He was blabbering now, panic firmly
setting in.

“Betsy, come here.”

“Betsy? Oh shit. I swear I didn’t know.”
Paul took another step back as Betsy slipped an arm around the large door man.
Thinking about it though, the bodybuilding supplements should have given him a
clue. “She said she had a roommate not a boyfriend.” He shot a baleful glance
at the bar maid. She grinned back and it was then that he heard the other staff
laughing. “What’s going on? He asked.

“Oh man, you’re such a sucker, everyone
has a go a Betsy, it’s sort of a rite of passage.”  Lucy, one of the other bar
maids patted his arm. “Isn’t that right Serge?

Nodding in agreement, Serge caught Paul’s
arm, “Is one time only yes?  You fuck my woman again, I crush your skull.”

“Sure, yeah, whatever you say Serge.” Paul
turned away quickly and headed to the back of the club.

“Where are you going?” Jez called.

“To make sure I didn’t actually shit my
pants.” Paul answered.

Betsy waited until Paul was on his break
before approaching him in the staff room. Slouched comfortably on one of the
sofas, head resting back and eyes closed, he was aware someone had entered the
room as the noise from the club briefly increased as the door opened. Feeling
fingers in his hair however, had him sitting up and turning in his seat.

“We’ve got half an hour.” She smiled
suggestively and trailed her fingers across his shoulders as she skirted the
sofa to join him.

“I know I’m a bit of a whore when it comes
to women.” He told her, firmly removing her hands from his thighs. “But I’m not
a whore with a death wish Betsy and I believed Serge, you know him? Your
boyfriend? When he said he’d” Paul put on his best Russian accent, “crush my
skull.” He slid from the sofa and gained his feet. “This face is too pretty to
be smooshed so forget it.”

“Serge is fine if it happens within the
walls of the club.”

“I’m not prepared to take that chance.
Why’d you want to cheat on him anyway, he seems like a nice guy.”

“He is and he treats me like a princess
but years of body building and steroid abuse have left him with massive muscles
and a tiny dick.” She held up her hand and wiggled her little finger to
emphasise her point. “We have an agreement. I get to play with the staff; he
gets his dick sucked after I’ve told him about it.” She shrugged.

Paul took on board what she had said and
seemed to be giving it some thought but he finally shook his head. “I can’t
Betsy, it’s not that I don’t want to because we had a good time and all that
but Serge honestly scares me shitless and I’m just not willing to risk it.”

“I didn’t take you for a coward.”

“Usually I’m not but in this case I’m
prepared to be a massive coward.” He shouldered the blow to his ego.

As he stepped back behind the bar, he took
a moment to survey the dance floor, tables, booths and the five deep crush of
people at the bar and felt an immense sense of satisfaction. He loved this,
from the throbbing music and gyrating sweating bodies to rushing around behind
the bar without a moment to think clearly along with the occasional grope from
and with other members of staff. He was home, this place was in his blood but
even as he worked, he was making plans in his head of how he would change
things when the place was finally his.

Jokers was currently owned by five
separate shareholders, Jez amongst them, the other four were largely silent partners
and old school friends of the current manager. Jez was slowly putting into
place the idea to his friends that it was time to start bowing out. They each
had their own lives now, some were married, others lived abroad and they were
no longer the party animals they had been when they had each purchased shares
in the club. He put forward a three year plan which would allow Paul to buy
their shares in increments resulting in him being the outright owner by the
time he was twenty one and legally allowed to hold the license.

His current schedule seemed to be working
out quite well, Paul mused as he took a break from his routine paperwork the
following Wednesday. He couldn’t wait for Friday’s now, just to get back to the
club but he wasn’t relishing what had become a regular Friday night argument
with his brother over who got to use the car.

Apart from the time they spent together at
Jensen Incorporated, they now led largely separate lives and trying to get the
car for the journey to and from the club was proving a flash point between the
brothers. On top of this, Matt was constantly moaning about the vehicles
niggling little problems and nagging Paul to get the issues fixed as he was the
more competent one when it came to being practical.

“The heaters packed up again.” Matt said
later that afternoon as he dropped his keys and briefcase onto the table and
flopped into the chair next to Paul’s.

“It’s summer, you don’t need the heater.”
Paul answered as he pulled his papers out from under the items carelessly dropped
on them.

“It won’t be summer forever; can’t you
have a look at it?”

“When do you suggest I do that Matt? It’s
not like I have time to play with.”

“You were home today.” Matt stated.

“And where was the car?” Paul asked.

“At work.”

Paul sat back and looked at his brother.
“Did you expect me to fix it there?” He asked.

“I suppose you could.” Matt replied.

“Or, and this is just me thinking out
loud, you could have told me about the problems its having last night and got
the train in this morning so that I could take a look at it today.”

“There’s no need to be sarcastic.” Matt
stood.

“There’s no need to be so far up your own
arse either but you seem to manage it just fine.” Paul also came to his feet.

Matt chose to ignore that last comment,
his brother was clearly spoiling for a fight and while he’d quite like to get
into it with Paul, he had to bite his tongue in this instance as he needed the
car fixed and lacked the knowledge to do it himself. “Look, I should have given
it a little more thought ok? I’m sorry. Will you please fix the car?”

“You could take it to a garage?” Paul
suggested.

“We aren’t all loaded like you.” Matt shot
back. “Dad doesn’t pay me much and what I do get I try and save for the
weekend. Please Paul, at least take a look at it.”

“You know I work three jobs right?” Paul
asked. “I’d be in the same position as you if I had to rely on Dad.

“Yeah I know, I don’t know how you do it
and maybe I should just spend some cash on the car.” Feeling guilty now, Matt
backed down.

Paul grinned and playfully shoved his
brother, “I’m only mucking around Matt, go and get changed, we’ll have a look
at it together.”

He went outside and popped the bonnet
while waiting for his brother. Hauling it upwards he couldn’t avoid the
unearthly squeal the hinges made and noticed that the bonnet wasn’t sitting
right and the outer lip on the right hand side was bent outwards slightly which
had in turn, probably caused the hinges to twist slightly.

Deciding to make that his first job, he
retrieved his tool box from the garage and then set Matt to work on the menial
tasks of checking the water and oil before he tackled the obtuse lip on the
bonnet.

Distracted by something Matt said and a
group of pretty girls walking by, Paul hit the offending lip too hard and
cursed when he saw that it was now concave. Although that wouldn’t impede on
anything, being the perfectionist that he was, he knew he’d see the defect in
his mind’s eye each time he drove the car and decided that it would have to be
straightened out.

“The car’s alright apart from the bits you
mentioned?” Paul asked as Matt approached him.