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The Landlord's Daughter Ch. 01

This story is in BDSM because it is about male domination and female submission. If you like women sexually serving men this might be for you, but please look at the tags. Enjoy!

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When Clyde bought his drink he was the only person at the bar and the guy serving him looked miserable.

"What's up Mark?"

"Oh, trade's really bad Clyde. Since the economy went tits up I get hardly anybody in here. I am behind with the rent and the management company are threatening to terminate my lease."

"Well yeah, things are tough, but not every business is in trouble. You have got to have something special to pull people in."

"You're right, but I just haven't got any ideas left. I had to stop the live entertainment because I can't afford it any more."

"You've never eaten at my place have you Mark?"

"Jeez Clyde. You are so expensive and yet you always seem to be busy. I just wish I could afford to come to Glorious and find out how you do it."

Look, I like to come in here for a drink and a bit of quiet company. The meal's on me. Come on round next time you are not working. You'll be well fed, but it could just do a little more for you than that."

Mark was intrigued, but he couldn't get anything more out of Clyde. After a couple more drinks Clyde left and there was a trickle of customers until closing time. A poor night, but Mark felt a bit happier and it wasn't only that he was going to get a free meal. Clyde oozed money and success. There had to be something in this mysterious offer. The restaurant was only in the next street and Mark walked past it on his way home instead of taking his usual route.

It was midnight and the last few diners were leaving. They were all smiling happily, giving cheery goodbyes to the staff and chatting enthusiastically as they went to their cars. It was a scene you could see at any restaurant except that there were more men than women among the clients and they seemed so much more animated than most people after a good meal.

It was five days before Mark could get away from work at the right time for an evening meal. He rang Clyde and said that he would like to take up his offer. Clyde said that he was fully booked, but as Mark was a single diner and he knew he didn't get too many chances to get away from the bar he would bring out an extra small table.

Mark expressed his gratitude and dressed his smartest. When he arrived he was greeted at the door by a beautiful teen-aged waitress who showed him to a tiny table in the corner of the throbbing restaurant.

"You are an honoured guest Sir. I have instructions to tell the owner as soon as you arrive. Mr Watkins will be with you shortly."

Handing Mark the menu she said " my name is Carole and I will be your waitress for this evening. I will be pleased to meet your every wish."

This last comment was delivered with Carole looking straight into his eyes and her lovely cleavage prominent as she leaned towards him.

Mark settled into his seat and started looking at the menu. He tried to ignore the distracting movement in his groin. Before he had looked at many of the tempting dishes on offer Clyde was beside him.

"Delighted that you could join us Mark. I won't disturb you now. Just make your selection from our menu and when you have finished your starter tell Carole to show you through to my office. We will have a little chat before your main course. Until then I would like to suggest that you look around you carefully and watch what is happening. Bon appetit!"

With that Clyde was gone. Mark found it hard to concentrate on the menu. All this was so mysterious. He looked around him and couldn't see anything special except the large number of male diners as he had observed previously. There were two tables of six men each and that was unusual. If it had been any normal restaurant Mark would have taken them to be business men, but there was something about the atmosphere in here that told him their purpose was pleasure rather than work.

After Carole had returned twice Mark finally put in his order. As he took his first sip of wine and picked up an olive there was a sudden murmur about the room. The diners were looking restless and one man made his way rather quickly towards the rest room. Not long afterwards Mark's garlic prawns were served and he tucked into his delicious starter.

The moment the man returned from the gents there was a scraping of chairs. Two or three men moved as if to get up, but just one man left. The pattern continued. Each time one man came back into the restaurant another apparently needed to relieve himself immediately and there always seemed to be only one person going at a time.

Almost as soon as he had put down his cutlery from finishing the starter Carole was back at the table side. Smiling beautifully she said.

"Will you please be kind enough to accompany me to Mr Watkins' office Sir?"

Mark took another sip of wine before standing up and following Carole's pretty ass and very long legs to the back of the restaurant. As they passed the WC's a smiling man emerged. He went to hold the door open for Mark before realising that he a Carole were going somewhere else. Mark thanked him and the guy very obviously winked and broadened his smile.

Carole tapped on the door and showed Mark into her boss's office before turning away to return to waiting on table.

"Well Mark. What do you think so far?"

" Your food is excellent. My compliments to the chef and your staff are really top quality. I couldn't have been made to feel more welcome. And it certainly works. You're chock full."

"Yes we do well. Most of my staff are working their way through college. Learning some valuable life lessons at the same time as they study their books. Clyde grinned. So you haven't noticed anything special about my place? Apart from the food and waitresses of course."

Well I don't know what it is, but there is something going on. There is a strange feeling of anticipation in the room and guys are following each other into the john all the time. It's as if you only have one urinal or something and they have to grab their turn."

Clyde laughed. "You're close man. They are certainly trying to get their turn." He swivelled on his chair and pointed a remote control at the screen on the wall. When it flashed into life there was a naked girl on her knees sucking a dick at a glory hole.

"Hmm. Very nice." Said Mark, "but you didn't call me in to show me some porn did you?"

"It's live footage mate. Straight from the cubicle across the corridor and the lady there is one of my waitresses."

Mark looked more closely.

"No kidding." At that moment there were some drawn out grunts from the screen. The girl was swallowing as a cum load filled her mouth. She carefully sucked and licked the prick clean and thanked its owner effusively. He left and within a few seconds the door clanged again and she was asking the new occupier if she could suck him off. Sure enough another cock came through the hole and she had it in her mouth right away.

"That's seven loads she swallowed in half an hour and it will be eight in a minute. There could be fifteen men's cum in her belly by the time her hour is up. She's got good technique. Brings them off quick leaving plenty of happy clients. That's the way I like it."

Mark was glued to the screen. Speechless.

After a few moments of silence Clyde went on.

"Now you know why this is such a successful business. Play it right and your bar could do just as well as us. Now I will let you get back to your meal, but before you go. Take a look at the WC's sign when you get back to your table. When the apostrophe is lit up there is a girl at the glory hole in cubicle three. Carole is due to do an hour in there later this evening."

"Fucking hell." Was all that Mark could say. Clyde showed him out of the office.

Once Mark was comfortably seated again he looked up at the sign and registered the small apostrophe illuminated with a red light. Carole was at his side very soon.

"Are you ready for your main course Sir! And may I get you anything else?

"I'd like to wait for a few minutes and may I have a jug of water please?"

"Of course Sir. Right away"

Not only was he surprisingly thirsty, Mark did not want to hurry this evening. He slowly sipped at his water and wine, all the time observing the succession of men visiting the lavatory. Carole visited three times to see if he was ready for his meal. Each time he declined. Although she was entirely compliant and polite it was obvious that she was getting concerned about the delay. The last thing on Mark's mind was whether his food might spoil. Carole finally came and said.

"I must leave in a few minutes Sir. I am required for other duties."

"Oh. OK. Yes I will have my main course now if you have time."

"Of course Sir."

Carole hurried away and as she did so the apostrophe light went out. She returned in seconds and after serving him she gave a curtsey.

"Please excuse me Sir. Your replacement waitress will introduce herself shortly."

Mark started to eat. The food was excellent, but he was really paying it very little attention. The restaurant was quieter now and there was no movement to and from the lavatories. A few minutes later he looked up to the figure approaching his table. The lovely young woman in neat waitress uniform was the same naked girl he had seen on her knees swallowing cum only a short while ago.

"Good evening Sir. I am Susan and I am replacing Carole. Is everything satisfactory with your meal?"

Mark snapped out of his recollections.

"Oh yes. Yes, the food is excellent."

She smiled sweetly. "I am here to provide anything you need Sir. Would you like anything else to drink?"

Mark could not get what she had been drinking out of his mind and then the apostrophe lit up again. Not a second passed before he was on his feet and heading for the door. No time to say a word.

The moment those soft warm lips closed around his dick Mark visualised Carole's lovely eyes looking up at him and that delicious cleavage. She worked her tongue expertly and sucked so that he knew he could not last long in this paradise. He longed to be able to grab her head and thrust deep into her throat. As if she had read his mind Carole pressed her face firmly against the thin partition where Mark was tight against the other side. Just as his cockhead fully entered her throat he groaned and let go a huge jet of jism straight down inside her. Carole eased back a little and sucked the softening prick while the rest of his load discharged into her mouth.

Mark knew that Carole was naked on the other side of that wall. He really wanted to hug her and relish the gorgeous body he saw in his mind. He was going to do things a little differently in his bar, but Clyde was a genius. This was going to be his salvation. He arrived back at his table to find that Susan had removed his plate to keep the food warm. By the time he had got into his seat and raised his glass to his lips she returned it.

"Thank You Susan. That was thoughtful."

"My pleasure Sir. Please be sure to let me know if there is anything at all that I can do for you."

In this establishment that offer meant so much more than it would anywhere else. The pretty girl standing beside him had a belly full of cum and she knew that he had just fucked her colleague's mouth. This was a place like no other. Unable to resist, and without really thinking about it at all, Mark put his hand under her short skirt and felt her cunt. That there were no knickers was unsurprising. Instead of a bush of curly hair he found perfectly smooth, damp flesh and soft, plump lips. Rather than leaping back, screaming or showing any sign of shock Susan spread her legs to allow easier access.

Mark eased three fingers into the sweet, young cunt. Susan moved towards him a little and spread her legs wider allowing further entry. Juices trickled into his palm and Mark took his hand away. He sucked his fingers.

"Thank you Susan."

"No, it is for me to thank YOU Sir. Thank you for allowing me to assist you in enjoying the Glorious experience."

"You have certainly done that Susan and I hope you will help me a lot more in the future."

"I look forward to it Sir."

Mark finished his meal with his head full of thoughts. From Susan's juicy cunt to Carole's expert mouth and then back to the future of his bar. Clyde really knew how to do business. He had barely been aware of his food. When Susan came to clear his plate and ask for his dessert order Mark could only think of leaving to get on with his plans.

"No Susan. Thank you, but I need to leave now."

"If you must Sir. I look forward to seeing you again very soon. Mr Watkins has instructed me to ensure that you have everything you want this evening. Please don't leave if there is anything more I can do for you. Mr Watkins would not like you t ogo without being fully satisfied."

"I don't think I have felt so satisfied in years Susan, but you could come back to my place if you like."

"Of course Sir. I will just get permission to leave."

"No, no. It was a joke. I'm sorry."

"Really Sir. Mr Watkins would want me to please you. You are welcome to have me."

"Oh boy Susan. You really are amazing. I am going to have to take up that offer sometime, ,but it just can't be today."

Mark reached for his wallet. Susan put her hand on his.

"No Sir, please. I have orders. I must not take any money from you."

Mark looked at her. There was no arguing. He kissed her gently on the cheek, bade her goodnight and left.

-o0o-

When Mark got home brimming with ideas and eager to start work on re-launching the bar he found his wife in tears.

"Oh no Rose. Stop that. I am going to get us out of the financial mess. It is a certainty. You don't have to worry."

"No Mark. It's not money." She sobbed. "Hetty has been arrested."

"What! What the hell for? The stupid little bitch. And where is she?"

"The police just rang me. They said it was indecency in a public place. They've already charged her. She will be bailed and we can collect her now."

"Indecency? What the fuck has the stupid cow done?"

"I don't know Mark. They wouldn't tell me. They said she would have to tell us herself."

Thankful that he had only drunk a little more than one glass of wine Mark got the car out and drove to the police station. The desk sergeant grinned as he went through the bail papers. Hetty was led out by a custody officer who was giggling.

"Here you are Daddy. I think your little girl has already had her supper."

There was laughter throughout the police station as they walked out of the door.

"Jesus fucking christ. What have you done to humiliate me like that? Those guys all know me."

"Well...I...Errh...I. It's your fault. I've got no money. How am I supposed to...oh shit."

"Look, never mind any bullshit now. What did you do?"

They climbed into the car and Hetty tearfully explained that she had been taking a lot of crap from her mates because she couldn't join in with them on any nights out. She never had any money. They had expected her to have a party for her eighteenth and there was nothing. She had been to plenty of their parties and she was owing. Tonight Pete and Joe were having a joint twentieth birthday party.

The plan was to go the supermarket and all chip into a kitty for booze and snacks. Hetty tried to excuse herself because she couldn't contribute, but they said she already owed them and anyway her boyfriend needed her there. The guys talked among themselves and then her boyfriend came to her. They had a quick discussion and agreed she would do a line-up for six guys. That would clear her debt and be taken as her share of tonight's kitty. They all went to the corner of the car park, put down a flattened cardboard box for her to kneel on and she got started on the BJ's. With the fourth guy's dick in her mouth three security men came running over. They told everybody else to go away and kept her until the police came. At first she denied doing anything, but they took her to the office and showed her everything on CCTV. They had let her keep going for a while. They said it was to be sure with the evidence.

Mark was devastated. He was angry with her, but ashamed as well. When they got home the discussion was subdued. The police told Hetty that if she pleaded guilty she would probably get away with a £300 fine or some community service. She might even hope to keep it out of the newspapers. It was a small town. If she was out picking up rubbish in an orange jacket she would be known as the community cock sucker for ever more.

Hetty went tearfully to bed.

"I can't believe our daughter would do such a thing. I realised...you know... that boyfriends and everything, but six men...in a car park...in her mouth." She shuddered.

Mark started to remember his earlier evening and all the promise it held.

"I can't remember the last time I had my prick in your mouth. It mus be years."

"It was your birthday fifteen months ago. You didn't tell me you were about to finish and it went all over my face."

"It should have gone down your throat. You pulled away. Things are going to change in this house. Go to the bedroom and get your clothes off. I'm going to have your ass tonight."

In twenty years together Rose had never agreed to anal sex. Mark had suggested it a few times and tried her with a finger once or twice. Each time she had distracted him with a BJ or guided him into her pussy.

Rose was confused. She didn't know what to think. Mark never forced her. She didn't know if he meant he was going to spank her. He had a few times and she quite liked it if she was in the mood, which she certainly wasn't at the moment. But why would he do that. It was Hetty in trouble not her. But what if he did mean anal sex. No, after twenty years she was not ready to do that. Even so she took off her clothes and sat naked on the bed.

Mark poured himself a large whisky, took a couple of long swigs and collected a tub of lubricant from a kitchen cupboard. When he entered the bedroom, any doubts that Rose may have had disappeared. She knew his intent. He put down what he was carrying, stripped off his clothes and kissed her roughly.

He told Rose to turn on her stomach and she did so without comment. A slippery finger thrust hard into her ass. Rose gasped and wriggled. It was worked in and out a few times before a second finger stretched her. It hurt. Rose writhed and Mark's large hand was pressed onto the back of her neck as he removed his fingers to replace them with the head of his cock.

Rose was almost swooning with discomfort, distaste, anticipation and excitement. For a moment she thought she was in a dream and then she realised that this was real and she was actually wanting her husbands prick in her asshole. He had slicked his shaft to ease the way and moments later the cock head popped past her sphincter. She groaned and writhed, pushing back onto the new sensation which hurt, but she seemed to need more of. When he was half way in and not going to slip out Rose felt familiar fingers on her clit. She purred with pleasure while Mark worked her clitoris and built up a rhythm taking his dick fully into her ass. He was fucking her now just as hard as he would her cunt. Pushing four fingers into her sopping pussy and then stroking her nub was driving Rose crazy while her bowels were being churned as never before. She was swamped by surges and surges of overwhelming climax. Having drained his cock earlier Mark didn't cum. His cock stayed ramrod stiff in his exhausted wife's ass.

"From now on you do as I say. Understand?"

Face in the bedding and the strong hand still on the back of her neck, Rose was skewered.

"Yes" Was her muffled reply.

"Everything I say?"
He took her by the hair and raised her head.

"Everything darling. I will do anything."

The prick she had known for twenty years still seemed a stranger in her ass, but it was one she wanted to know better. She was not to know how big a promise she was making.

Mark plopped his prick from her gaping ass and dragged her to the shower. With them both refreshed, and him still stiff, they climbed into bed. Rose sucked the hard rod, swallowed his cum and they drifted off to sleep with Mark's dick in her mouth. There was much work to do tomorrow.

-o0o-

When Mark got up he was in a frenzy of activity. There was so much to do. He would close down the Flying Horse and after a complete make-over it would re-open as The promise. He was sure that he could turn the whole thing round in a couple of weeks. The biggest problem was the money. It could only be done with a loan and he could only get that by offering the house as security. This had to work. If it didn't they would all be homeless.

Little was seen of Hetty. She stayed in her room for a week, emerging only to eat or use the bathroom. None of her friends came round and she didn't go out. A week after the trauma, work was going well at the bar and Mark was thinking about how to get the very special staff that he needed.

The scruffy old function room that they used to use for parties, on the rare occasion that they got a booking, had now been transformed into a strange arrangement of equipment, lighting and an open wet area in one corner with a shower and urinal. Mark took Rose along to see it. He also needed to try a few things out. When they arrived workmen were busy in the main bar. They were getting into the decorating stage and it wouldn't be long before new furniture would arrive.

It was like a different world when Mark closed the door to the finished room. The chatter and clatter of the workmen stopped dead. There was silence in here. Rose looked around. All the walls and ceiling except the wet area were quilted in soft material that absorbed sound. Even the door they had just entered was covered in the same way. Beneath their feet was a soft carpet. Lighting was by spots which left most of the room dim except for three contraptions which were brightly lit. The shower area too was illuminated.

"What on earth is this?"

"You will see darling. Take off your clothes."

Mark sat in one of the comfortable armchairs placed around the room. Rose hesitated a second as she continued to take in the strange environment, but she was not going to refuse her husband. Since the fateful night of her first ass fuck she had found a new contentment in doing his bidding. He no longer shared his financial worries and she knew that was a threat hanging over them, but she had belief in the optimism that he now displayed. Besides, having an assertive man taking his pleasure with her gave her a glow that she hadn't felt in many years.

"Come on. This is a business and time is money."

Rose quickly removed her clothes and placed them on a chair. Mark led her to the centre of the room. There were two posts with leather straps on top. Between the posts was a chain which had a leather collar in its centre. Mark indicated to her to kneel on a cushion at the base. He attached her wrists to the post tops and buckled the collar round her neck.

"This is the Promise Pillory. Every time a customer spends £75 he gets a go in here. And this is what he does."

Mark had undone his trousers and he flipped his dick into Rose's face.

"Just the right height. Good. Guys vary, but most should be comfortable I think."

He took a handful of Rose's hair in one hand and his prick in the other. She opened her mouth and he thrust into her.

"Hmm! That's good." Mark fucked her mouth rhythmically. "You see this way the guy can control her head and see her body. He can choose whether to let her suck or if he wants to throat fuck her. So much better than a glory hole, but no anonymity."

Mark continued to talk as he used his wife's mouth. He kept going until he gave way to grunting and discharging a healthy big load into her mouth.

"Show me. Good girl. Now swallow."

He started releasing her from the pillory.

"What is a glory hole Mark?"

She got no reply as she was led to a low bench.

"This is the Bonus Bench. It will be a new experience for you, but a job that every good wife should be doing. I have been meaning to introduce you to it over the last few days, but I have just been so busy."

Rose was laid on her back with her head held firm between two upholstered leather pads. Mark buckled a strap round her neck and then fixed her wrists with cuffs by her sides. Her newly bald pussy was held open by her legs being either side of the bench.

Mark slipped off all his clothes and lowered himself onto the pads. With Rose's quick breaths gently tickling his ass Mark took a good look at her tits and cunt.

"You're still a lovely woman and I'm proud to have you."

Even in her strange position Rose glowed with pleasure. It didn't seem appropriate to say anything.

"Now work that pretty little tongue of yours into my asshole and be sure to wriggle it around plenty."

Her breathing quickened further as she tentatively extended her tongue to touch the wrinkled flesh.

Turning a wheel at his right side Mark lowered his seat pads about half an inch.

"Yes that's good. You can get that tongue right in now. Good work babe. Each time a customer has spent £150 he will get ten minutes on here. We will only run it on Monday and Tuesday nights because they are quiet and it is good to have a reason to get people in."

Rose wanted to speak, but thought better of it.

"You're slacking a bit there." Said Mark, lowering himself another quarter inch. "Keep pushing that tongue in. I don't want to have to suffocate you." He laughed.

Seriously of course, if a guy isn't getting enough sensation he is going to get her face in tighter so it pays to keep that tongue moving and leave yourself room to breathe."

The real sophistication of the Bonus Bench was that as soon as Mark put his weight on the pads it started a ten minute timer. Now that he was dreamily enjoying his wife's hot tongue a buzzer sounded and a red light came on.

"Our guest has to get off at this point and I will be monitoring to make sure they do. That is one benefit of being the boss." He chuckled and kneaded her breasts. "I can enjoy my wife just as long as I like. Keep that tongue working girl."

Rose's heart sank. Her jaw ached and her tongue seemed to have gone numb. How long would she have to do this? She got her answer straight away when Mark stood up. He slipped two fingers in her cunt.

"I see that you like having your tongue up my ass."

Rose wriggled. The feeling of helplessness was weird. Mark was a decent man. She wasn't afraid, but everything was so strange. He had just put his ass in her face and made her lick it. What else might he do? The neck strap wasn't uncomfortable, but she couldn't even raise her head to see him fingering her cunt. He could even have another man there doing it. She shivered and then tingled at this naughty thought.

Mark undid her bonds.

"Today has been one of the new experiences in our bar where our future will be built. One more new experience. For the last week you have been the perfect wife I always dreamed you would be. You are still beautiful and I love you. For twenty years I failed to provide as well as I should and you didn't give me the support I craved. I pledge that I will give you a secure and comfortable future and now I am going to remind you that the past twenty years are gone. Today and the last week are the way of the future."

"He took her to a flogging frame. She was fixed by the wrists and ankles with her arms and legs spread wide. There was free access to every part of her body from front and back. Mark took a leather flogger from its holder and showed it to her.

"This is the Tickler. I am not sure yet what part it will play in here, but I am going to christen it now by giving you a really good tickling." He dragged the tails of the flogger across her breasts.

Mark prowled around her swishing the flogger into his hand. Rose felt a trickle of sweat run down her back. There was a short whistle and a crack as her ass caught fire. Rose yelled.

"That's right. Test the sound proofing. We've paid enough for it."

He prowled a little more before delivering another one to her ass from the other side. Rose's squeal was not as loud this time. Lining himself up directly in front of her Mark took aim and whipped Rose's right tit. Without any pause he swung the flogger up directly between her legs and then back down on her left breast. The initial scream tailed off into a couple of loud grunts and tearful sobbing.

Mark put down the flogger. He ran his hands over his wife's breasts and pussy. He could feel raised flesh where the red stripes marked her body. She felt very hot. He thrust three fingers into Rose's soaking wet cunt. Shaping his fingers and thumb carefully he eased his whole hand in and bit sharply on her nipple.

"Aaah!" Rose strained against her bonds as the fist stretched her.

"Whip me again please. Then take me down and bugger me."

Mark couldn't refuse her.

-o0o-

They showered, dressed, had a few words with the builders and left. Rose was tingling from the effects of the tickler and the amazing ass fuck. She was also nearly bursting with questions about this room and how it fitted into the future of the bar.

They went to a coffee shop where they found a quiet place on the terrace and Mark explained the whole thing about Glorious and Clyde. Rose was open mouthed with shock.

"You mean you had a girl as young as Hetty suck your dick! How could you?"

"Calm down darling. I had to find out everything and this is going to be the making of us. We will fill our bar every night. Clyde says that a lot of girls pay their way through college. It's just a fact of life. You want the business to succeed as much as I do. My next job is to recruit the right girls."

"And I suppose you will be fucking them as well."

"Well that's down to you honey. I love you and you are a beautiful woman. On the experience of today and recent changes I won't need to look anywhere else for satisfaction."

Rose was subdued. She loved her husband and she had been very excited by their new sex life. He was right too about her wanting the business to be profitable. She was very scared about going bankrupt and losing everything.

The court date came quickly. Mark spoke to a lawyer and they discussed the options. If they put in an early guilty plea and Hetty had got a job before taking up full time studying there was a chance of a heavy fine instead of community service which might mess up her work prospects. Rose said that she would discuss it all with Hetty. Mark got on with arrangements for the launch. The final task was to set up the gorgeous staff that made Glorious such a great success.

Clyde had been more than helpful. There was no chance of him letting go his star girls, but he explained how he had got it all going through a single contact at the college. There were so many girls needing to pay their way. His team provided a contact number for a girl who was looking for a position.

"Hello"

"Hello. Errh! Is that Georgia?"

"Yeah. Who's asking?"

"Umm. Well I was given your name. Told that you might be interested in a special job."

"I could do with some cash if that's what you mean."

"Of course. Yes. Could you come for an interview?"

Mark didn't have good feelings about this, but he fixed a date.

The refurbishment work was nearly finished, launch date set and promotional flyers all printed. Mark knew that he should be on top of the world, but he was apprehensive as he went home. Everything depended on the special attractions behind the new bar. Without that working well there was no chance of paying off the loan and his promise to Rose would be broken. Also they would be on the street.

When he got home Mark had a message to ring the lawyer. There had been discussions with the prosecution. They had a deal. Hetty would plead guilty and express contrition in court. She would present herself modestly dressed and make a plea in mitigation stating how she felt pressured on the day, but she took responsibility for her own actions and how she had now worked out future plans with the help of her family. She had work arranged in catering and she would return to studies next year. The prosecution would request a fine rather than a community punishment to allow her to take up her new job and the anticipated penalty was £500. She would be allowed time to pay.

It was a lot of money, but a big relief. When he told Rose the situation she said she was concerned about Hetty. Her boyfriend had dumped her with a text message and she seemed very depressed. When she knew about the fine she would be even more unhappy. Rose said that she preferred to break the news to Hetty herself. Mark agreed and left her to do that while he got on with the staff recruitment.

He managed to get a couple more names and phone numbers to contact that he would try after he had interviewed Georgia. There were no workmen inside the bar now and it was only an hour before she was due so he bought a couple of newspapers and a sandwich then went on to The Promise. Yes, The Promise, it was that now. He said hello to the two guys outside who had just finished putting up the smart new illuminated sign. It looked really good and he was pleased.

"Well done guys. Good job."

He went inside and sat down to look through the list of people saying they were looking for work.. After eating his sandwich, noting a couple more contacts and making himself a coffee the door buzzer went and he let Georgia in.

"Hi! Come on in. I am Mark and I own The Promise.

She was a reasonable looking girl. Bleached blonde and perhaps a bit brassy, but given the nature of the job maybe that was OK.

"Yeah. You said on the phone. Strange name for a pub."

"Well there's a reason for that. We can go into it in the interview."

"Sure."

She was chewing gum and there was something about her manner that he didn't feel quite right about. The staff at Glorious gave him the impression that they took pleasure in providing a fantastic service to the clients. He didn't feel that was likely with Georgia.

"You understand that this is an adult job and you need to be broad minded."

"Well if you're asking if I'll fuck, the answer is yes if the money's right."

"Hmm, well not exactly, but you're on the right wavelength. I think we had better get on with the interview. Follow me please."

When Mark switched on the lights and closed the door Georgia let out a low whistle.

"What the fuck is this place?"

"If you have the job this will be your workplace. There is no uniform. In fact you don't have clothes at all so would you please take them off now so that we can get on with the interview."

"Well just a minute. I'm up for some sex, like I said, but there needs to be some cash up front."

"You'll be paid for the job obviously, but I need to find out if you are suitable first. You don't get paid for an interview."

"Oh yeah. Well this interview is over."

Georgia made for the door. Wearily Mark opened it and she strutted out. As she swung her ass down the road she got a couple of wolf whistles from the workmen. He sighed and started out for home. Mark was beginning to realise that this re-launch was going to be harder than he had hoped. In the euphoria of his experience at Glorious and with his newly sexy wife he had not taken proper account of how special Clyde was. He was one of those men who just seemed to exude authority. He had a kind of natural charisma and Mark knew that was something he didn't have.

Mark despondently put his key in the door and entered his home with a heavy heart. He didn't know what he was going to say to Rose. After staking everything on this venture he wasn't sure that he could make it work. He was almost bowled over by his grinning wife throwing her arms round him and kissing him passionately. At first this made him feel even worse, but Rose was insistent that it was time to be happy.

She sat him down, brought him a drink and told him about the long talk that she had with Hetty. Their daughter was depressed. She was missing her friends and upset that she had lost her boyfriend. As they started to open up about their lives Hetty confessed that she had not been pressed into offering blowjobs to several guys. She loved sex and she was missing it terribly. Rose told Hetty a lot about the family financial problems and how Mark and she were going through an exciting revival of their marriage so there was good reason to be hopeful about the future. The outcome was that Rose had told Hetty everything about The Promise and the two women agreed that they were going to put everything into making the place a success. She asked Mark if he would take them so that Hetty could see for herself. She wanted to know everything and be fully involved.

"But I can't Rose. I couldn't possibly show our daughter that room and what will happen in there."

"You don't understand Mark. Our talk was very open. I have learned a lot in the last few days and it was a bit late in life to have that lesson. Today I have found out that Hetty is a very sexual woman. Nothing we could do or say will change that and we must grab this moment when she really wants to do everything to help get things right for us. She is in the shower now. As soon as you have had something to eat we should go."

"Phew!"

Mark had nothing to say.

When Hetty emerged from her room Mark looked at her in a way he had never done before. She was beautiful. He had always known she was a pretty girl, but he had never looked at her as a woman before. She was his little girl, but now everything had changed. He picked up the car keys and said "OK, lets go." The two women followed him out.

Mark's heart was pumping when he unlocked the bar door. He had no idea how he would deal with this. He Gestured to the new bar and started to explain its décor when Rose said "yes it's wonderful." She took Hetty's arm and took her to the most important door in the place. Mark felt himself flushing and hung back while his wife was opening the door and saying

"Take off your clothes. Women only enter this room naked."

Rose had already unzipped her dress and was slipping it off. Hetty followed her mother without hesitation. Mark was still in a state of confusion as he closed the door. His gaze was fixed on his daughter's breasts. Then he scanned downward where to his astonishment he saw the cleft of a perfectly hairless cunt. He couldn't help gasping.

"Lovely isn't she? Aren't you proud of your gorgeous daughter?"

It was Hetty's turn to blush. She avoided looking at her father.

"Proud and overwhelmed. I can't believe..." His voice trailed away, but his stare completed the question.

"Yes I shaved her this afternoon after our talk. Doesn't a young, bald pussy look lovely? And none is as beautiful as our Hetty's."

Desperate to break the tension of the moment Hetty walked across to the pillory. She felt the posts, rattled the chain and then knelt on the cushion.

"It is just as I imagined when you described it Mummy. Fix me in it please and show me how to do the job."

Mark's dick was nearly bursting his trousers.

Rose strapped her wrists in place and secured the collar then looked at Mark

"It is time for you to interview her. Hetty wants to be your star employee."

Mark never moved. His wife went to him, undid his trousers and pulled his lower clothing down to his ankles.

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Mar 3, 2018 in bdsm

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