Authors note: I apologise for the delay as always outside forces tend to disrupt the flow. I had the story finished very early this month but the editing publishing stage took a while. I hope you enjoy it!
~ellie
Leon Watt was a spoilt little rich kid. Even at the age of 42 that is how most people viewed him. Tall, arrogant and handsome, he let others run the company he had inherited while he showed up spasmodically and did as little as possible. For Leon, it was all about appearances, being on the 'A List' for parties, balls and fund raisers, being on members boards in prestigious clubs and associations and generally being seen as a powerful mover and shaker in all aspects of life. Very few people got past that outward persona and towering reputation to know the real Leon, but Rob was one of them and Leon felt an attachment to him akin to a brother.
Looking at his watch as he dawdled to the club Leon considered that he was not quite fashionably late enough, so he stopped briefly to flirt with the girls in the building lobby before making his way downstairs to the meeting Rob had asked him to attend. Waltzing into the room he greeted the small group assembled for lunch like bosom buddies, shaking hands with the men before gripping the squirming Gian and fondling her while smirking at her owner, "How nice of you to bring a toy for me to play with, Josie."
Josie rolled her eyes heavenward, "Put Gian down Leon. She has no interest in that bean sprout between your legs."
"I'm crushed," Leon pouted, but took Gian's hand and forced it against his groin. "Have you heard the story about Josie and the magic beanstalk?"
Gian was used to this game between the two dominants and let a small smile curl on her lips before assuming a vacant expression. She looked at Josie and whispered, "No, I don't think I know that story."
"Ah, well come sit on my lap and I will tell you all about it, maybe even give you a demonstration." Leon was holding in his chuckle now, taking a seat next to Josie and pulling Gian into his lap. "You don't mind sharing do you, Josie."
Instead of answering the grinning Leon, Josie looked across the table at Rob and sighed, "You could have told me that you invited this buffoon, given me some warning, anything." She spread her hands as if looking for answers.
Rob laughed, "If you arrive unexpectedly at lunchtime, you have to take what you get I am afraid. Gian doesn't look as if she is suffering that much so shall we order now that everyone is here?"
"About time," Kurt cut in, "I'm starving."
"You're always starving," Josie grumbled in mock outrage. For all of her complaining, she loved and respected these men. While some of the founding members were almost impossible to deal with as a woman, she knew that the four sitting around the table with her not only accepted her but loved and respected her in return. Mel and Rob had built up a tight knit community within the leaders of their club, they were more like family than business associates.
Max, who had sat quietly through the exchange, had recognised Leon as soon as he entered and was eager to talk to him about investing in the Southern club, thinking that if he brought this notorious name on board, his position there would be sealed. "Hi," Max extended his hand across the table to Leon. "I'm Max. I don't think we've met before."
Leon looked at the hand and drawled, "Sorry mate, got my hands full at the moment." He jiggled Gian's large breasts, holding one tightly in each hand causing Josie to let out another large sigh, "I'm Leon."
Stephen came over as they ordered lunch and looked at Gian, then at Josie, "Some of Gian's friends are in today. Perhaps she would like to take the time to say hello, we miss having her here."
"What a fabulous idea! Go spend some time with your friend's sweet thing. I will come and collect you when we are done," Josie said cheerily, flashing a wide smile at Leon.
"Traitor," Leon growled at Stephen who merely laughed and took a seat at the table.
"So Max, tell us all about this new club. I'm dying to know," Kurt said dramatically
"Not that it will be real competition if is down South but I am terribly curious," Stephen joined the discussion. It took Leon a few moments to put the pieces together of why Rob had wanted him to come today, so he sat back and listened.
Max launched into a sales pitch directed mostly at Leon, the billionaire playboy. Rob cut in during a brief lull in the conversation and inquired, "You said a high roller was coming on board, so you thought it might become bigger sooner than expected?"
"The more people of your calibre we can get on board the faster it will grow into a club to rival this one. I'm not sure about the guy who wanted to come on board, he had some strong ideas about restricting membership to certain lifestyle choices, and we just can't afford to be that picky." Rob mused on the thought for a moment, "I'm not even sure we would want to place those sort of restrictions in anyway."
"What sort of restrictions?" Rob probed.
"It started with no Dommes, gays, or lesbians but began to go into people's personal lives: religion, race..." his voice trailed off as Josie glared at him.
"Well that counts me out" she said indignantly, "bad enough I have to fight that sort of bullshit here where I am more or less accepted let alone if it came from the management of a place."
"Yeah, we were not so keen on the restrictions ourselves, which is why I am looking for other investors so we could tell Lewis Arfor to go fuck himself," Max agreed quickly.
Leon hid his shock over hearing the name of Rob's phantom, but he began to pay closer attention to the man who was giving the spiel, knowing this was why Rob had invited him. They were almost through the main course, and Leon was deciding the best course of action to take at this point when Josie casually spoke again.
