Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series (20 page)

His whole body jerked again and the hands
on his wrists tightened at the movement. When Aryanna’s mouth focussed on the
head of his cock and Betsy began to lick and suck the rest of him, he rested
his head back and gave himself over to them.

Taking a breather, Betsy sat back and
watched Aryanna continue to work him, “Told you he was a nice size huh?”

Her mouth leaving him with a pop as she
released her suction, Aryanna turned to her friend and nodded, “He has stamina
too, I like that.” Her hand wrapped around him, stroking, keeping him hard as
she looked up the length of his beautiful body and she was very happy that he
had decided to stay.

Soft hands applied more oil to his torso,
spreading it over his chest and lower to his belly. The warmth and tingle
started again and he relaxed further as those hands set about massaging his
muscled body. Someone’s mouth was working on him again and he was dragged out
of his relaxed state when a slim finger pressed against his anus. At his
protestations, the finger moved away and instead, the oiled hands moved to his
balls, kneading, massaging and heating the flesh as two mouths took turns
alternating between sucking him and jacking him off.

Paul felt the familiar tingle at the base
of his spine as his balls tightened preparing to deliver their load. The
suctioning mouth never left him and neither did the hand cupping and squeezing
his balls. His breathing quickened as the multiple sensations overcame him.
Tensing against the hands clamped around his wrists, he gasped as his orgasm
hit and enjoyed the last moments of suction before sensitivity took over.

He watched as the two women kissed,
sharing his load between them while Jez and Serge stepped up to the plate,
positioning the women on the coffee table in front of him. With Betsy on her
back, her hips raised with cushions, Aryanna was free to kneel between her
spread legs and apply her tongue to her friends nether regions while Jez closed
in from behind to finally get a piece of his woman.

Serge meanwhile had unzipped his fly and
tipped Betsy’s head back to enable him to feed his cock into her mouth. Paul
had a brief thought of
man that’s hot
before sleep claimed him.

Waking the following morning which in
reality was a mere few hours later, he had a brief moment of
where the hell
am I?
 Before memories of the previous night invaded his brain quickly
followed but a pounding in his skull which he suspected had been fuelled by
vast amounts of Tequila. As he was contemplating just how much more his head
would hurt if he lifted it from the pillows, the door opened and Serge popped his
head around it before filling the aperture with his large frame.

“Bar boy, get up, come eat.” He grunted at
Paul before hustling out of Jez’s way.

“Morning sleeping beauty, the girls have
made breakfast, you’d better get up.” He dropped Paul’s clothes onto the bed
and grinned at the pale face scrunched up in a frown. “Hangover?”

“Yeah.” Paul answered, the appearance of
his clothes making him do a quick sneak peak beneath the covers. Having clocked
that he was in fact, still wearing his boxer shorts; he dropped the covers and
looked back at Jez. “Does Serge actually know my name?”

Jez shrugged and shouted the large
Russian’s name making Paul wince and Serge re-appear in the doorway, “He wants
to know if you know his name.”

“Dah, bar boy.”

“It’s Paul.” He groaned as he sat up.

“I know, I prefer bar boy.” With that,
Serge once again left the room.

Jez chuckled, “Looks like you have a new
name. Shake a leg Paul, breakfast will be getting cold.”

Wondering out into the kitchen and
greeting those present, Paul expected to feel a twinge of embarrassment over
the previous evening’s activities but he felt none and evidently, neither did
anyone else. As he ate, he took his time in looking around the flat. Taking up
the entire top floor of the club which in itself was converted for its current
use from an old warehouse, the floor space of the flat was simply enormous. A
second floor had been added which is where he’d just stumbled from. This floor
housed two bedrooms, one with an en-suite and a further bathroom. Under the
stairs was a large cupboard and looking towards the front and back on the lower
floor left you with views over London from the large picture windows, there was
also a balcony overlooking the yard at the rear of the club where deliveries
were made and the staff parked their cars.

A further bedroom was tucked away by the
front door of the flat and a small cloakroom containing just a toilet and a
sink completed the separate rooms before it all opened out in the huge living
area, complete with open fire place and open plan kitchen. The whole place was
decorated in hues of white and cream, a little too pale for Paul’s somewhat
Bohemian taste but nonetheless, it made the space appear brighter and airier
not that its vast living space needed any assistance in that area.

“Nice place.” He caught Jez’s eye.

The bar manager nodded, “Yeah, it’s a good
size. Take a good look around when you’ve eaten if you like, it does, after
all, come with ownership of the club and once you’ve bought my shares, the
entire place, club, flat, stock, everything, will officially be yours.”

Paul grinned. His! Now that did sound good
and he was already picturing the afterhours parties he could have here. “I’ll
save the tour for when it’s mine.” He answered, “I have to get going, thanks
for last night, see you later.”

As Matt had the car, Paul hopped on a bus
that dropped him close to his Uncle’s flat and after showering and getting a
change of clothes, he made his way on foot to his new yard. The temperature had
dropped and rain threatened so he knew his workforce wouldn’t be out on site
today.

He stopped just inside the gates of the
yard and looked around, there were still a few things that needed doing but for
the most part, his staff had done an excellent job of cleaning the place up. He
noticed the beautifully crafted, hand painted signs which denoted the use for
each cabin on the site as well as the new vans, all neatly lined up in their
sign written glory and sparkly clean. He didn’t mind the days when they
couldn’t work for they were a resourceful bunch and usually found some way to
occupy themselves.

Upon entering the cabin designated as the
staff room, he was again pleasantly surprised as the interior had been painted
and furnished with mismatched furniture, he guessed from their own homes. The
sink had been plumbed in and the kettle was happily boiling away waiting to be
noticed by the card playing men.

“Afternoon Boss, want a cuppa?” One of the
men looked up.

“Er yeah, you guys have done a good job in
here and in the yard. Thank you.” Paul perched on the arm of one of the chairs
and took the mug offered to him.

“We thought we might as well make it
homely.” Another man spoke up.

“It looks great. Let me know if there’s
anything you need for in here, I’m sure I can find a budget for it.” He got to
his feet, mug in hand and made to leave. “If you are done for the day, you can
go home. There’s no reason to hang around until knocking off time. If the
weather’s bad tomorrow, stay home, if not, I’ll see you in the morning.” He
hopped down the short flight of stairs and headed across the yard to the cabin
which served as the office he would share with Phil.

This cabin was twice the width of the
other’s in the yard as it was very soon going to house not only the two men but
also up to three further administration staff which Phil would be interviewing
later today.

“Nice of you to show your face.” Phil
chirped up as Paul entered.

“I wasn’t aware I was required or that I
answered to you.” He quipped back. “How’s things?”

“Slow today but I’m catching up on the
paperwork you haven’t done and I have a bunch of ladies coming in this
afternoon for interviews, might be nice if you could stick around.”

Dropping into the chair in front of Phil’s
desk, Paul put his mug down and grabbed the applications, reading through them
and splitting them into two piles. “These are the most promising in my
opinion.” He laid a hand on one of the piles, “These not so much.” He touched
the other pile.

“You aren’t staying.” Phil stated, going
through the first pile.

“I’ll be here for the first few if you
want me to but there are a couple of things I need to get done this afternoon
so I’m not staying long.”

“OK, tell me what you’re looking for in
the admin department.”

“Good telephone manner and ability to take
an accurate message is a must. Typing skills are essential too. I’m not overly
bothered with their qualifications to be honest; they need to have just a
general air of calm efficiency about them and don’t pick anyone too
attractive.”

Phil looked up from the paperwork at Paul’s
last statement. “Pardon me? Not too attractive?”

“Don’t play dumb Phil.” Paul chuckled and
dragged his hands through his still damp hair. “At some point there’s going to
be me and three ladies in the office. You’ve read the papers, you know what I’m
capable of, I don’t want to run the risk of the ladies being overly attractive
and me having to call into play the clear desk policy if you catch my drift.”

“You could of course, act with a modicum
of decorum and set yourself a no inter office relationship rule.”

“Yeah, I tried that at Dad’s office.
Didn’t work. I love women, I’m weak when it comes to them.”
Shaking his head, Phil strolled around his desk to address his young employer.
“Paul, I’m saying this as your partner and your friend, no banging the staff
ok?”

“You’re no fun.” Paul grinned up at him,
“But ok, I will behave when I’m here, it’s the least I can do seeing as I don’t
behave anywhere else.”

“Exactly. Now, the first lady is due in
about ten minutes, I suggest you leave.”

“You’ve changed your tune.” He laughed,
getting a frown in return, “Ok, I’m going. I’m taking one of the vans though.
See you tomorrow.”

Leaving the yard, he took a sharp left
heading towards the factory owned and operated by his maternal grandparents but
he made an important stop on the way.

Having come to the conclusion that sharing
the car was somewhat inconvenient for both his brother and himself, he had
decided to give the existing car to Matt and buy another for his own use.
Initially intending to buy a used car, his attention of late had been caught by
the shiny new car showroom that had recently opened a few roads away from the
flat he shared with his Uncle.

 Parking the van amongst the bright,
expensive new vehicles, he didn’t bother with the pretence of looking around
the forecourt and instead strolled straight into the showroom and allowed the
salesmen within to fawn over him shamelessly after he announced that he wasn’t
leaving here today without securing the purchase of a new car.

One hour and a considerably lighter bank
balance later, he was the proud new owner of a bright white Audi Quattro, with
enough specs to make your eyes water. The salesman had almost passed out when
his young customer had paid for the vehicle in full after stating that he had
no need for finance or part payments and that he wanted delivery of the vehicle
at the earliest possible date.

He was humming happily to himself as he
entered through the revolving front door of his grandparent’s factory. He
stopped at the reception desk, handing over a bunch of flowers to the woman who
had been there for as long as he could remember before leaning down and kissing
both her cheeks as was the norm in this place which was staffed and run by
those of Spanish decent. He made enquiries; in Spanish, about the woman’s
daughter who John had told him had recently married and was expecting her first
child. She in turn enquired about his own son and informed him that his
Grandparents and Uncle were all in attendance.

Instead of taking the stairs to the right
of the reception desk that would lead him directly to the offices, he chose
instead to enter via the factory floor. Now largely automated, each pair of
shoes produced was hand finished with meticulous detail. He stopped just inside
the doors and drew a deep breath, inhaling the smell of leather and listening
to the voices of the workers as they conversed in his favourite language.
Memories from his childhood came flooding back and he realised it had been many
years since he had been here.

Taking his time, he walked the factory
floor re-acquainting himself with the staff there, old and new and many
generations of the same family. He found himself embraced in the community
spirit of the workers and realised this camaraderie was something that was sorely
missing from the offices of Jensen Incorporated.

Eventually making his way upstairs, he was
pleased to find his Grandparents in good health although they admonished him
for not paying them a visit sooner. While apologising, he glanced around his
Grandfathers’ office and couldn’t help but notice the empty glass fronted
cabinets and the packing boxes.

Seeing the direction of his gaze Paula sat
beside him and took his hand as she explained that she and Jackson were in the
process of retiring and returning to Spain, John would be in complete control
of the company by the end of the year.

She told him that they had bought a small
holding in the countryside as opposed to moving into the beach front villa but
that they would still be using the villa in the holiday season and perhaps he
would like to bring his young son to visit them.

John had left while they talked only to
return with a hamper from the local delicatessen from which he produced wine
and deeply filled sandwiches. He expressed his own concerns at taking over the
factory and stated that he would prefer his parents to remain on for quite some
time but their refusal was adamant and other than selling the company and
risking the jobs of all those employed there, he had little choice but to take
over.

To lighten the mood while they ate, Paul
told them of his jaunt to the car showroom and filled them in on the latest
escapades of his little boy and his young cohort Luke. He promised, with his
hand on his heart that he would talk to Carmen and try to have Gavin for at
least a weekend so that he could meet his Great Grandparents.

When the call came a few weeks later
informing him that his new car had arrived at the showroom and was ready for
collection, Paul could barely contain his excitement. He called his Mother and
re-arranged their regular lunch date, making it later in the day than usual
therefore giving him time to collect his car and take it on a quick jaunt
before collecting her.

He hadn’t been home since the incident
with his Father and the car bonnet and even though Michael was at work, he had
told Monica he would wait outside for her. He was mildly surprised to see the
old Escort Mexico sitting on the driveway a shot a questioning glance towards
it as his Mother opened the front door.

“What’s wrong with the car?” He asked as
he bent to kiss her cheek.

Monica hugged him close, refusing to let
go as he made to step back, she felt rather than heard his soft laugh as he
wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. “Matthew is working from home today,
there’s nothing wrong with the car and I think you have been more than generous
with his use of it, you are supposed to be sharing after all.”

Releasing her from the hug but keeping an
arm around her shoulder, Paul turned her to face his new acquisition. “That’s
not going to be a problem anymore. I splurged on a new car, Matt can keep that
one.” He guided her forward and opened the passenger door.

He had forgone the classic black leather
interior for a gentler dove grey one and along with every available knob and
dial, he was completely and utterly in love with this car. It had the
sportiness that he’d yearned for but also had enough room for child seats in
the back with the added advantage of the car only having two doors in the front
so that little hands couldn’t play with door handles.

“This is very nice.” Monica spoke as she
took in the overall effect of the car with her son standing proudly by. “It
smells brand new.”

“It is. I picked it up about an hour ago.
Go and get Matt, he can come to lunch with us and I’ll grab the papers for the
Escort on the way back.”

Monica turned away and headed towards the
house, “No gloating Paul.” She warned.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He grinned. It
would be exceptionally difficult for him not too. As it turned out, he didn’t
need to. Matt stopped at the curb and surveyed the bright white Audi in front
of him, then he turned back to look at the Escort before addressing his
brother.

“You jammy git!” He exclaimed. “I hate you
just a little.”

“If it’s any consolation Matt, I fully intend
to sign the Escort over to you.”

Gasping dramatically and feigning surprise
by clutching his chest, Matt looked his brother straight in the eye and said,
“Oh wow, thanks Paul.” He threw in a healthy dose of sarcasm for good measure.

“Oh come on, everything is sorted with it
now, if you look after it, one day it’ll be a classic and worth a bloody
fortune.”

“At which point you will claim the credit
for finding the car in the first place and want half the cash.”

Paul leaned into his car and pulled the passenger
seat forward, gesturing for Matt to climb into the back, “Even I’m not that
shallow. I’ll help you out with it if any problems come up but other than that,
you’re on your own. I worked hard for this and I rarely buy myself anything,
you could at least try and be happy for me.”

“Is lunch on you?” Matt asked, taking on
board his brothers words.

“Of course.” Paul answered and stepped
back to allow Monica into the car before walking around to the driver’s side.

“Then I’m happy for you.” Matt told him.

Glancing in his rear view mirror and
summing up Matt’s expression, Paul smiled and accepted his brothers’ admission.
It was inevitable that Matt would be jealous of the car but given the vast
difference in the amounts they earned, it was also a given that Paul would
ultimately end up with more material possessions than Matt could dream of.

Lunch over, he took a quick trip to the
yard as he hadn’t yet met his new members of staff and after being introduced,
approving some new plans and signing a few cheques, he left them to it and
headed to Jensen Incorporated.

Along with and under Norman’s advice, the
pair had begun to buy up companies that Daddy dearest’s firm wasn’t interested
in. This usually involved an initial investment from Paul as he was the one
with the healthy bank balance with Norman taking a cut of the profit from the
break down and sale of these companies. Paul’s only stipulation for being
involved in this was that, wherever possible, existing staff in these companies
were to retain their jobs or receive an above average redundancy package where
that wasn’t possible.

Although Paul was more than capable of
re-structuring these companies, he left the bulk of it to Norman as the older
man had more time in the office to complete the required paperwork. He had to
admit though, when presented with either a large cheque or bundle of cash, it
gave him an adrenalin rush which was heightened each and every time he paid the
money into the bank and saw the balance rise.

Unfolding the cheque Norman passed him; he
smiled and shook the other man’s hand, “I think I may need a visit to my
accountant.”

“Ah, I thought it was about time you
opened an off shore account.” Norman quipped.

Feigning indignation, Paul shook his head,
“How can you even suggest such a thing, you know full well that everything I do
is above board.”

Norman’s loud laugh drew the gazes of the
typing pool girls and made Paul close their office door.

“Seriously Norm, this money is going to
come in very handy when I finally take over the club but even though I’m not
exactly broke, the club is going to take quite a bit of my disposable income
and I want to make as much as humanly possible in the next few years if I’m
going to keep on top of things once its mine. With that in mind, what’s the
next potential deal?”

Norman passed over a folder, “Have a look
through this when you have time, this is a big one and you may not want to go
for it but it could give us a serious edge with our competition if we pull this
off.”

“Ok, you know I trust you. I’ll look over
the papers.” He glanced over his shoulder as he noticed the other office staff
snapping to attention one by one as they watched the counter on the elevator.
“I have to make a move, looks like the old man’s arrival is imminent.  Just
tell me upfront how much initial investment you need from me.”

“Around twenty five grand should secure
it.”

“Fine, I’ll have it by the morning, see
you then.” He grasped the other man’s hand and shook it. “I wasn’t here ok?”

Norman nodded while opening the office
door allowing Paul enough time to hide behind it as Michael walked past,
ignoring those staff he considered unimportant, which included Norman. As soon
as the coast was clear, Norman gestured to Paul to leave, slapping his back on
his way to the lift.

A tortuous few days followed courtesy of
Jensen Incorporated and the piles of files that Michael had saved especially
for his son. Having not spoken or even looked at Paul since the boy had smashed
his elbow into his face breaking his nose and dislodging a few teeth, Michael
had saved these files deliberately and despatched his secretary to fetch his
youngest son and escort him to the inner sanctum of his office.

What Michael didn’t count on was Paul’s
smugness as he stood in front of him. Paul’s scars from their altercation were
easily covered by careful placement of his hands or by simply putting them in
his pockets, Michael’s scar over his carefully reconstructed nose, was still
healing and created a focal point of a bold red line across the bridge.

Pulling himself out of his customary
slouch, making his six foot two inch frame even more impressive in his hand
made suit, Paul smirked at his Father as he tried to make him feel
uncomfortable in his overly masculine but exceedingly untidy office. Not only
did the sight of the raised red scar across Michael’s nose fill him with a
perverse sense of satisfaction knowing that he had caused it but the knowledge
that darling Daddy was passing up prime opportunities to make obscene amounts
of money off the backs of the small businesses he rejected filled him with
unmitigated glee.

He wouldn’t allow his dismay to show at
the simply massive stack of files Michael gestured to and he didn’t say a word
as he picked them up and headed back to his own office. Whilst he knew that
sifting through this paperwork would be a royal pain in the backside, it would
also afford him plenty of new leads and successful contacts making him even
more money than he already had.

Michael noted his son’s demeanour towards
him and admitted to himself that he couldn’t entirely blame him. Monica had
allowed him back into the marital home on the condition that he made exhaustive
efforts to build bridges with their youngest son, given Paul’s attitude
however, it seemed as if his darling wife had forgotten to inform their son
that it was a two way street.