This is Chapter 3 of the Landlord's Daughter series. Please read 1 and 2 to get the background. Please also look at the tags. If you don't like these practices it may be better not to read. Thanks for your interest. Your comments are welcome.
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Mark wandered proudly around his new bar and the delights it was ready to offer to paying customers. It had been finished to perfection by Bill and his lads. They had now been paid and all were at home getting ready to come back for the evening.
Mark's phone had been ringing all day. He had put a lot of effort and the last of his cash into advertising the bar on the Internet and all around the locality. His careful phrasing of innuendo laden text offering a bar with luxuriant relaxation for gentlemen and service from beautiful female staff had brought many enquiries from men wanting to know exactly what they might expect to enjoy. Mark had been tempting, but a little evasive in his replies. Customers would have to build up a little trust before discovering the full extent of The Promise.
It was Friday. That should be a busy evening for the bar, but there would be no Lotto draw tonight and Rose and Hetty would be doing nothing more than serving drinks. Cash in the bank was what it was all about. The bigger treats on offer would come later. Mark was nervous as he reflected on the possibilities for his new business. When he thought about how successful Clyde's restaurant was he was sure he could do just as well. He would need more than his wife and daughter though.
Before Courtney left they had a long chat. Courtney said he had mentioned to his girlfriend the real nature of the place he was working at. She was excited by his description and readily agreed when he said he would show it to her, but he hadn't gone so far as to suggest she should get involved herself. He certainly hadn't told her what he and the others had done with Rose and Hetty. Courtney said he would bring Noleen round an hour before opening time and they were due any minute.
Mark opened the back door of the Pleasure Palace and walked into the car park. To his astonishment he saw Courtney getting out of his car accompanied by a beautiful white woman with loose, red hair half way down her back. They had never discussed what Noleen was like. Mark had just assumed she was black. He admonished himself for being so stupid. There was absolutely no reason to think such a thing.
"Hi Mark. This is Noleen. She has been looking forward to meeting you."
"Hello Mark. Good to meet you." The soft Dublin accent seemed to fit her perfectly.
"Wow! Noleen. The pleasure is all mine. Congratulations Courtney. You have a very beautiful lady."
Noleen smiled in acceptance of the compliment. She was obviously accustomed to admiring attention.
"Please come in."
As soon as they entered the room, Noleen's posture changed. Instead of the self assured, beautiful woman who had emerged from the car, her eyes were cast down and she walked a little behind Courtney while she cautiously scanned the contents of the room.
"Take your clothes off and hang them up. Remember I told you that women are always naked in here."
Immediately the order was given Noleen responded.
"I have told her a bit more about this place." Courtney explained. "She could hardly wait to get here." Mark struggled to concentrate as a luxuriant auburn bush emerged from the tiny panties she was sliding down.
"Well she is not quite as naked as we require." Joked Mark. The two men chatted about whether Noleen's pubes must go or not while she stored her clothes carefully and presented herself for Mark's inspection. Courtney put his hand on her pussy. "Feel that Mark. Soaking wet just because she is showing herself off to you."
Noleen put her feet apart and stood in front of Mark. He slipped two fingers inside her. She sighed deeply.
"Thank you Sir!" This time her voice was quite different. The lilting Irish accent was still there, but she was far quieter. Quite obviously submissive.
"I've explained the Lotto game to Noleen and she wants to try it. We've discussed it and she is really excited." Courtney took the flogger down from its hook and showed it to Noleen. "Not as hard as my cane, but it will sting a bit."
"There's something else Mark. Noleen has always wanted to show off her body to men, but when we talked about this she confessed that she wants to go further than that. She wants to fuck in front of an audience. I had never imagined anything like that, but now she has suggested it I am getting a real buzz. You have that small stage in the corner. I don't know if you have plans for it, but do you think that me and Noleen might be able to do a sex show?"
"Christ Courtney. If you want to do that I'm bloody sure as hell not going to stop you. Let's think about how we will do it. First of all can we see how your lovely lady looks in the whipping frame?"
The men collected the leather and velcro cuffs. Noleen offered her wrists to Mark while Courtney knelt and attached her ankle cuffs. A few moments later she was restrained with her arms and legs at full extension. Courtney ran his hands over her body with the pride of ownership and gestured to Mark to do the same. Leaving her in place they wandered over to the stage and chatted about the possibilities.
Mark had seen Courtney's cock pumping in and out of Hetty's mouth. It was big and very black. His mind was now full of every cliché of inter-racial sex. It was the classic ebony and ivory image. Before seeing Courtney being serviced by the women he had never considered colour to mean anything sexually, but now the images of a shiny black body fucking the pale skinned redhead were really getting his imagination going. He was sure it would be a great crowd pleaser for the customers.
They walked around the small stage discussing possibilities. What they would do, for how long and what furniture they might need. Finally Mark looked at his watch.
"Oh my! We open in twenty minutes. I must get in the bar and see if the girls have arrived and started setting things up." As they walked past Noleen on their way to the bar she said. "I need a pee. Please let me down."
"No." Replied Courtney. "You go when I let you." With that he truned back to follow Mark into the bar. Rose and Hetty were cheerily polishing glasses and wiping down tables. They were ready to go.
