To start a proper sex club I needed four things, several hot women to perform sex acts, and plenty of money to pay them, both of which I had.
I also needed a ton of paying male members to keep the girls working and the cash flowing, and a building to house them all, neither of which I had.
Luckily, I already owned some buildings and one in particular that might be renovated for that exact purpose.
There were four large buildings on the site of my family's old factory complex. The newest building, we called the main building, was the largest and housed our modern production facilities, along with over four hundred workers. My office was attached to the main building inside what we called the Admin building, right behind the main building but with no direct access between them. That way the regular employees would have to go outside and walk around to the Admin building if they needed to visit our offices.
Both of those buildings were obviously being used and unavailable. They were built in the late 1930's and were comprised of mostly red bricks and steel. Very nice buildings, but definitely not an option.
Then there was the older factory we called the old factory warehouse, but it wasn't a warehouse. Although we currently used it for storage that old factory building had been built around 1900 and was built with huge limestone blocks, mortar and concrete. It would take a fortune to heat the place since the old coal burning monster of a furnace had never been replaced, and we were still using the old factory warehouse for active storage. It housed tons of production materials, so that building was definitely not an option, either.
That left one, very old, boarded up monstrosity of a building that we all called the Barn. It was falling apart, had a wood burning furnace, believe it or not, was completely loaded up with a hundred years of junk that my father wouldn't part with, including some antique cars and lots of outdated and obsolete heavy machinery.
The Barn should have been torn down decades ago. It literally was falling apart. This huge wooden structure made of railroad tie sized timbers, some fifty feet long, was a five alarm fire waiting to happen and clearing it out and fixing it up would be a nightmare. Renovating that would take at least several weeks and a lot of cash.
The only thing it had going for it was a fairly new roof, which my father had provided so all his hoarded old junk stored inside it wouldn't mold or rust away.
I begrudgingly chose to invest the time and money into renovating the Barn.
As I tackled that project myself, I decided to delegate building a paying membership for my new Barn Swallow Sex Club to Tony Pezza.
He showed up at my office at nine o'clock sharp for our appointment the very next Friday morning right after that Wednesday when I had cut the deal with my three new cum swallowers.
All three girls were there to attend the meeting with Tony at my request.
Tony Pezza was a gruff, balding older Italian man, maybe early forties, with a thick New York accent. He was balding, a little overweight, but looked like he used to live in a weight room.
He strode into my office, followed by Maria, and looked toward the sofa where Maria sat down with Liz and Candy.
He wagged a thumb at them. "Why these dames in heah, Dick?" He addressed them, saying, "No offense, Ladies." Then he looked back at me, scowling. "What the hell is goin' on?"
"Well," I said, "You want your job back, right?"
"Yeah, like Maria told me on the phone. Sure I do, but I don't see why these dame - uh, I mean these fine ladies - needs to even be in heah. This is between us..." He smirked sheepishly and glanced at Candy. "And maybe just that one... the redhead there... since she's the one who does all the... uh, I mean... well, nevermind that... but she can stay." Shrugging and clearing his throat, he looked very uncomfortable.
"Candy is the one who does... what?" I asked, amused at his discomfort.
Tony seemed to squirm as he shrugged, standing there speechless.
Liz spoke up, smiling even more broadly than I was, obviously enjoying Tony's awkwardness, too. "You were going to say she's the one who does all the blowjobs, right?"
Tony's eyes popped wide and his mouth dropped open.
"It's okay, Mr. Pezza," Liz said, "The three of us... Dames... will be doing all the blowjobs. Maria, Candy and I have all agreed to be employed as, you know, Dick's cum sluts."
Tony looked even more distressed, sort of thunderstruck. Blinking repeatedly, his head shook strangely and his face turned red.
Liz giggled, and both Candy and Maria were now smiling at seeing how awkward Tony Pezza looked.
Maria adjusted her glasses and, smiling fiendishly, she said, "We figured you might want that free blowjob. That's why we're all in here."
"Or all three of us," Candy added, nearly giggling. She shrugged. "Just pick one of us... to blow you."
Something garbled came out of Tony's mouth as his slack jaw bounced and his face turned an even darker shade of red.
Liz chuckled and said, "Just point at one of us... if you're having trouble getting it up - I mean out!"
All three girls laughed loudly at that.
Still unable to compose himself, Tony Pezza mumbled something incoherent, spun on his heels and fled from the office.
I yelled after him, "What about the job?"
He yelled back, "Keep it, you muthuh-fucking weirdos!" He slammed the door behind him as he left.
All four of us had a good laugh.
I got up and walked around the desk, standing where Tony had stood, I pulled my pants down and played with my half erect penis in front of my new cum sluts.
Our laughter trailed off as Liz said, "You certainly don't have a problem getting it out."
"Nope," I said, shrugging. "I guess I'm a weirdo."
"Who do you want?" Liz asked. "Just point."
I pointed at Maria.
She gasped and her eyes widened behind her glasses, focused on my exposed eight inch cock.
"It's your job interview for your new position, Maria," I said, stroking the full length of my cock for her to see. "Come on, Sweetheart. Put a couch cushion on the floor for your knees and let's see what you can do."
Maria nodded and got up off the couch, looking rather nervous. Liz grabbed the couch cushion and tossed it down at my feet.
"Sorry, Boss," Maria said. "My mouth suddenly went dry. I think I need some water first."
Candy said, "I'll get you some water, Honey." She jumped up and scampered toward the water cooler.
Liz said, "Can I start him off for you? Get him nice and hard?"
Maria shook her head. "No, thank you." She took a deep breath. "I have been wanting to do this for over a year."
I smiled and said, "And I have been wanting you to do it for over a year, too."
