Names and identities changed to protect the not so innocent…. My story begins about ten years ago , when after the sudden death of my parents ,I resolved to sort out some of the things in my life that pissed me off… life’s to short and all that …one of these things was my marriage .
My wife was an introvert and not very dynamic , things had not been right for a very long time , and after a bit of gnashing of teeth, we mutually decided to go our separate ways . The usual solicitorial battle ensued, which made me very angry, not so much with my wife , who as it turned out was quite fair and reasonable , but with the system , the blame , the cost , the desire of the legal system to make as much money out of people’s misery as possible , and call it “ advice “…
we eventually agreed on a settlement that allowed us both to move on without starting from scratch …. However I was consumed with rage over this… I needed to find an outlet to occupy my time so I buried myself in work . This left a massive gap in my social life and , I was at a loss as to what to do about it. I hadnt turned into a woman hater, I love female company , but I wasn’t really in the mood for dating, or going out getting pissed up and getting into all sorts of bother , i didn’t relish the prospect of spending Friday and Saturday night in watching mindless bollocks on the tv either .
One day a friend at work who was a bit of a confidant said “ why don’t you become a doorman ? You are bound to meet loads of new people and socialise a little , get paid for it too” I thought …you know that’s not a bad idea , so I booked a course and duly obtained a licence as a frontline doorman … A Bouncer! As they were in the old days.
Now a freshly qualified doorman can be a bit of a liability in certain “tasty venues “ especially with no experience but I figured being more mature and having spent many years in management , this would get me by . I approached a few big companies but due to a lack of experience they were reluctant to give me a try . Eventually I secured an interview with a medium size firm of about 50 guys and girls with extensive contracts in and around London
I Turned up for my interview smartly dressed shirt and tie etc to see a guy called Brian Gill who was the boss. We chatted and he proceeded to give me the run down on what he wanted and expected from his staff. “ I like old school doormen “ he said “ shirt and tie , polished shoes , smart attire , with a pleasant manner , you only cut up rough when all other avenues have been exhausted and you only ever use reasonable force that I can defend , no beating people to a pulp! “ he said . The meeting went well and at the end he offered me a job .
“By the way” he said , you will get propositioned by females all the time , but you must remember you are there for their care and protection , so you must not except any invitations whilst on the job working for me . You will get plenty of other opportunities for that if you get the chance to work for my wife’s side of the Bussiness “
With that he shook my hand and said “welcome to the team !”
I walked back to the outer office thinking “ you’ll get other opportunities” I wonder what that means .
A few days later I was back at the office when the outer door swung open and in walked a stocky powerfully built bloke with no neck!
He said “ I’m Clive , you must be the new boy, you’ll be working with me and a four man team in soho next weekend , we’ll see how you go …you look a handy chap so that’s useful , it gets a bit mad around there but I’m sure you’ll be fine . Have you met Jayne yet?
“Jayne ” ? I Quizzed
“Brian’s misses… be careful she’s feisty , she eats new doormen alive and spits out the bones ! “
“Err no “ I said
“Don’t worry you soon will”
Over the next six weeks I worked around central London , covering some sleazy dives and some really high end venues always on the weekends , I met some very capable lady doormen and proved to be as aggressive as the guys when required to do so , I witnessed a slightly built lady doorman put a huge Welshman flat on his back , classic don’t judge a book by its cover , I was travelling back to my day job during the week . It was great work and I loved it , I got to mix with the most stunningly attractive women and some charming and charismatic men too. I got propositioned several times and did a lot of flirting , but Brian’s words kept ringing in my ears, and I stayed well clear
Then one Thursday I got a call from Brian
“ could you come down from Derby a little earlier on Friday ?” Jayne wants to meet you “
“Yes of course “I said “I’ll be there for two o’clock “
“Perfect” he said “see you tomorrow “
Now I had caught glimpses of Jayne floating about the office when I collected my paperwork , and the lads had told me snippets , but hadn’t spoken to her or been formally introduced ,she was a tall slim blonde perfect bright makeup, with big tits , slim waist and legs like a racehorse ! I had only ever seen her in tan skintight jodhpurs , I swear her arse cheeks looked like they could crack walnuts , usually in a tight fitting turtleneck top that highlighted her womanly curves, and sexy spike high heel knee boots that laced up the front to compliment . Looked a bit horsey I suppose, but she looked hot and she knew it. This seemed to be her favourite work attire .
When I arrived for the meeting I walked in the office to find Brian behind his desk with Jayne perched on the end in her usual attire.
“I hear you are doing rather well Rob “ she said
“Thankyou “ i said meekly
“Everybody seems to like you and your proving quite effective in the clubs “
“ that’s nice of you to say Jayne , I do my best to please “
“ Good,good “ she said
“Do you know what my role in the company is Rob ? She asked
“Not exactly , something to do with private functions and parties isn’t it ? I said nervously
“ you could say that “ she laughed
“ no actually what I do is arrange and provide facilities and opportunities for discerning ladies to have fun” she said with a confident are
“Oh right, I was close “
“ Well not close enough, she snapped “ to be more specific they are sex parties, not your usual cocktail stuff “
“ Ah ok “ I stammered
“Let me explain, I have a large group of lady friends up and down the country , most of whom have husbands and partners with demanding roles in commerce and industry, very often they are left alone for long periods , and they need a little fulfilment “
“I see , where do I fit in to all this ? I said sheepishly
“We often rent a venue or a club or a penthouse apartment in a city and invite a few gentleman friends along , we need security on hand to ensure everything goes smoothly and everyone has fun , people can get a little excited let’s say ! We pick the best guys from Brian’s team for the purposes of providing such services . We think you would be perfect “ she said
“It’s sounds like a great opportunity “ I said .
“Great “ she said “ that’s settled then “ and with that she slid off her perch and sauntered over to me
“ I’ll leave Brian to fill you in the detail , but I think you will fit in very nicely indeed “
With this her bright red nails drew an outline round the ever increasing bulge in my trousers …..
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