Hi all, this is my first attempt at story. If it's well received I'll get to work on the next bit. My English is not so good so please best with the spelling and grammar. Hope you enjoy it. Any feed back is welcome!
Death is a funny thing. I didn't know the man who just died but he had married my mother after I had left home. I had fallen out with my mother just after my father died. Now some eight years later my mother and step father had both died in a car crash. Now my mother was successful in her own rights and had become financially independent of her new partner Ethan, but Ethan was apparently quite the business man. As the only living relative of my mother and Ethan I inherited both there estates. My mother left this world leaving me a cool £2.1 million and Ethan bless him left me his night club. At the reading the solicitor was less than helpful with any more details but kept telling me I should go and see the club for my self.
So I did. I drove to London and found my new club Bar Joe's or BJ's as I would soon come to call it. To say the entrance was suitable would be a lie. A door with a neon sign above it in the Soho area of London. The club was open by the time I got there the bouncer stopped me on the door. 'Let me se your the pass man, or you can't enter'.
'Sorry' I said 'my name is Paul Houton and I believe I own this club'. 'Sorry boss be seein you later' as he opened the door for me. I stepped inside, opulence fuck me I thought as young woman stepped toward me. 'Mr Houton? I'm Penny Coyne and I think you will have some questions. Follow me to your apartment'.
I couldn't help but notice the fine figure that Penny had. Long blonde hair that came to the middle of her back, a fine shapely ass and long legs, and a well endowed set of breasts. Looking back over her shoulder 'this is your London residence'. Inside was like a hotel suite, Penny perched her self on the edge of a desk. 'I'm your PA and the deputy club manager. I run the day to day dealings of the club and a few other interests you have, but more of that later. Here is my contract, signed with Ethan, if you want to amend it any way I'm sure it can be mutually beneficial'. As Penny crossed her legs she exposed her stocking tops and garter support. She knew I was looking. 'I suggest you read the contract for me before you do anything else. I'm extension 2 on the phone. See you soon Sir.' I picked up the document Penny left out on the desk as she swayed out of my apartment.
Reflecting on the last week I had become millionaire club owner, acquired a London flat and now employed a smoking hot PA. Returning my attention to Penny's contact I opened the first page and was taken a back by the first sentence, I submit, wilfully and wholly, to your bidding. I am owned and controlled by you (Paul Houton). I picked up the phone and pressed two. 'Penny, a word please' 'Yes Sir' came the reply.
Penny shut the door behind her 'Sir?' she enquired.
'Penny what are you?' I quizzed her.
'Yours to command, as soon as you sign the contract'
'Leave' I commanded her.
I sat up all night and read everything twice through. It would appear that essentially Penny was contracted to serve me and do as I required, regardless of the request. She couldn't say no. I called Penny in the next morning. 'Ethan was a very clever business man was he not? From what I can gather you where his rival and he bought you out promising you a deputy mangers job. But you didn't read the contract did you? And now you turn tricks for me. Tell me Penny does this club make a profit?'
'It makes post tax £75000 a month.'
