Clicking shut his smart black leather briefcase, he extinguished the lights and locked the door of the trendy restaurant and walked to his car. Sitting behind the wheel, he thought long and hard. Saucys had been a burning ambition of his for many years. He had been involved in business for a considerable length of time, and knew how to make money. After a couple of initial stuttering failures, he had been driving home one evening when he suddenly experienced the "Eureka" moment - what he always subsequently referred to as "The Parable Of The Two Filling Stations."
Turning right after the railway bridge to pick up Cheetham Hill Road, he had stopped at the traffic lights and glanced casually from side to side. To his right was a petrol station which he observed, as he scanned its signs, sold very cheap (but well known) fuel. The forecourt was completely empty. Across the road, directly opposite, was another fuel station that advertised petrol at prices 20% higher than its rival across the road. The place was packed, cars queuing nose-to-tail some hundred yards down the road as they waited to reach the pumps.
The reason for this apparently illogical state of affairs immediately became obvious to Jackson. Dispensing fuel from the pumps at the expensive site were two extremely attractive young ladies, both in their late teens, wearing very short miniskirts that "accidentally" rode up as they bent forward to fill up the cars, giving the customers a generous view of their stocking tops and suspender belts.
This was back in 1968, but the commercial lesson had registered in Jackson's receptive and agile brain, and his latest enterprise owed much to the philosophy.
When he was setting up Saucys there were three priorities to observe. The premises had to be smart and eye-catching, the food top class with healthy profit margins and the waitresses had to be handpicked (by himself, of course) for their pleasant personalities and physical allure.
Jackson had greatly enjoyed the interviewing process. He was prepared to pay 50% above the going rate in order to attract exactly the qualities he required and the response had been overwhelming. He eventually settled on four girls from the local Sixth Form College, all of whom were delighted to have secured such unusual and well-paid part-time evening jobs. All were aged eighteen, with pretty faces and lovely figures, and were happy to accept the required dress code, which entailed a combination of modern and retro styles. Jackson's idea was for the girls to wear a mixture of tights, nylons, suspender belts and girdles under short skirts to entertain the male customers and hopefully cover all bases. The young ladies would rotate their attire to provide even greater variety.
From launch, business was spectacular. Local press coverage and special introductory offers had set the ball rolling and word-of-mouth recommendations had done the rest. The restaurant was full every evening and advance booking became obligatory.
Although initially a little nervous and embarrassed at deliberately revealing glimpses of their underwear to the eager customers, the girls soon began to relax and enter into the spirit of the operation, their generous wages and handsome tips easily compensating for any uneasiness.
Jackson's feelings at discovering the cash shortfall were a mix of anger and disappointment. He had taken great care to choose his staff, and his sharply-honed instincts indicated that the girls were honest. But, as he also knew well from his long experience in business, even the most trustworthy employee could occasionally yield to temptation.
All four girls were intelligent and, after their initial training, he had allowed them to run the restaurant very much by themselves, sharing the meeting and greeting and attending to the tables. Two experienced chefs worked in the kitchen to provide a steady flow of delicious food.
After a little more careful thought, Jackson's tenseness subsided, and he started his car. He knew exactly how he would handle this unfortunate situation.
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At eleven p.m. the next evening, Jackson sat behind his desk in the room upstairs from the restaurant that he used as an office and occasional bedsit, his four puzzled and apprehensive staff sitting opposite. He had made them aware of the cash discrepancy and demanded to know if anyone could shed any light on the matter.
None of them could, and all were visibly upset and close to tears. Another twenty minutes of interrogation produced no solution - all four were adamant that they had not taken the money.
Jackson paused for a few moments, as if deep in thought, then delivered his ultimatum.
"Very well, if nobody is prepared to own up, I'll tell you what's going to happen. I'm going to go downstairs to pour myself a whisky and when I return I expect you to let me know who is responsible. Failing that, I will have no option but to pursue the usual procedure appropriate to this situation."
With that, Jackson rose from his chair and made his way downstairs to the bar area. He reached for a glass and helped himself to a double from the Famous Grouse optic.
Upstairs, confusion reigned. Initial calm and reasoned discussion between the girls swiftly descended into agitated and spiteful accusations as they blamed each other for the theft. Fifteen minutes of squabbling resulted in stalemate. None of them were prepared to confess.
They heard Jackson's footsteps on the stairs, and their hearts began to thump.
Jackson sat down once more behind his desk and addressed his ashen-faced staff.
"Well," he asked, "Have you identified the culprit?"
Hannah was first to respond, her voice little more than a tremulous whisper.
"No, Mr Jackson," she muttered, "We've discussed it in detail, and we don't think any of us is guilty."
Jackson's mouth hardened.
"Just as I thought," he said, "All stick together and hope for the best."
Abigail spoke up next. "Wh...what are you going to do, Mr Jackson?" Her tone was beseeching.
Jackson paused for a few seconds before responding.
"My first instinct is to involve the police," he said, "And see if they can extract the truth. That is undoubtedly the correct and appropriate procedure. However, I have thought of a more pragmatic solution. I have to admit that all four of you have performed very well since I opened the restaurant and I would be sorry to see any of you leave. Also, I'm sure you will all be aware that a criminal record would hardly be the ideal accessory to include in your CV when you attempt to enter the world of full time employment after you leave college. And I suspect that your parents would be something less than impressed?"
The girls all nodded vigorously.
"So, upon reflection, and bearing in mind that three of you are probably innocent, I am prepared to sweep this unfortunate incident under the carpet and resume with all four of you as normal when we open tomorrow evening."
The girls gasped, and there was a collective sigh of relief.
Jackson raised his hand. "However, there is a condition. And it's a pretty big one. I think you need to be taught a lesson to ensure that this kind of situation does not crop up again. Each of you will have to agree to accept the punishment I have devised, to be administered here before any of you leave this evening."
The girls' expressions swiftly turned from relief to dread.
"Wh...what form will the punishment take?" ventured Abigail, her voice quavering as she plucked up the courage to speak.
Jackson smiled grimly, reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, and produced four sealed envelopes. He spoke sternly.
"Your punishment to compensate for the stolen money will take this form. Inside each of these envelopes is a different variety of sexual service. You will each choose one at random, and willingly submit to the indignity described within. You must agree unanimously, or the offer will be withdrawn. Can I have your decision?"
The girls gasped, two of them even giggling nervously, but a short discussion between themselves produced the predictable outcome. They would agree to Jackson's offer.
"Excellent!" responded the businessman with a smile, "I suggest you make your selections in alphabetical order."
He fanned out the white envelopes and invited Abigail to make her selection.
Rising nervously to her feet, the girl reached forward and made her choice.
"Open it," urged Jackson.
Her fingers trembling slightly, Abigail tore open the envelope and unfolded the slip of paper inside.
On it was simply the legend "69."
She bit her bottom lip, and blushed slightly.
"Is this familiar to you?" inquired Jackson, the excitement of the situation beginning to arouse him. He was suddenly conscious of his cock twitching and hardening in his underpants as he stared intently into the girl's wide blue eyes.
Abigail nodded. She had performed this particular variation with her boyfriend and greatly enjoyed it, although whether she would extract quite as much pleasure with a middle-aged man remained to be seen.
"Good," said Jackson, "Please undress."
Abigail raised her eyebrows in mild surprise, and glanced over her shoulder. "In...in front of the others?" she asked incredulously.
Jackson nodded. "Yes, of course. You will all carry out your forfeits in front of the other three. The embarrassment is an important feature of the punishment."
"Do I have to strip completely?" she whispered.
Jackson was beginning to enjoy this even more than he had anticipated. The outfit Abigail was wearing for this evening's shift comprised a white blouse and short dark blue skirt with a suspender belt, nylons, bra and panties underneath.
"Take off your blouse and skirt, then remove your bra and panties," instructed Jackson.
Abigail did as she was bid, unbuttoning her crisp blouse and drawing it off her pretty shoulders, then unzipping her tight skirt and working it down her hips until it pooled around her ankles. She bent down to pick it up and placed it on a nearby chair, along with her blouse. Hesitating slightly, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, tossing the garment to one side before deftly unfastening the rubber buttons of her suspender belt to free her stockings. Gritting her teeth, she slipped her thumbs into the narrow elastic waistband of her brief panties and slipped them down and off, the other three girls watching with a combination of horror and fascination.
Jackson's cock was now nearly fully hard as he awkwardly made his way to the large settee in the corner. Lying on his back, he beckoned Abigail towards him.
"Take my trousers and underwear down," he commanded, his voice little more than a croak.
With more than a little trepidation, Abigail unzipped his fly and tugged his trousers down, pulling his shoes off so she could completely remove them. Acutely conscious of the huge lump in his underpants, she carefully slipped them over his erection and lowered them to his knees. All the girls gasped as they glimpsed his swollen throbbing manhood and mentally prepared themselves for when their turn came around.
Despite her nerves, Abigail couldn't help but be impressed by the size of her boss's penis. She considered her boyfriend's prick to be pretty big, but this was in a different league, fully ten inches long, circumcised, thick and now fully swollen and ready for action.
Without even being told, she knelt down by the settee and started to rub the engorged member with her left hand. Even such minimal contact seemed to provoke a disproportionate response, his cock appearing to grow even longer and stiffer.
It was a matter of seconds before the girl's lipsticked mouth was around the purple glans, sucking hard and steadily as Jackson's hand reached out and found her bare bottom, kneading the fleshy white cheeks urgently as his middle finger insinuated itself into her warm cleft.
"Sit on my face" groaned Jackson, and Abigail readily obliged, hooking her right leg over his head and lowering her quivering naked bottom firmly down onto his face.
Gripping her hips to hold her in place, his tongue located her clitoris and licked it furiously, Abigail focusing her attention on his rampant penis, sucking the huge bell end with all her might as she wanked his shaft with her tiny hands.
The three girls watching this debauched display looked at each other in shocked disbelief, although they were all involuntarily squirming in their seats as the rude spectacle had its inevitable effect on their rapidly-moistening pantie gussets.
Jackson had now succeeded in inserting two fingers into Abigail's saturated cunt, stabbing them in and out as his tongue continued to lash her distended clitoris with seemingly impossible vigour.
At last the pair could withstand the tension no longer, Abigail taking jet after jet of hot semen into her mouth as her boss ejaculated with a loud moan. She rammed her shapely bottom even harder into her boss's face as she shot off violently, squirting hard as her orgasm racked her body.
The pair lay side by side for a few minutes, totally drained by their efforts, until Jackson motioned for Abigail to get up, giving her bottom a slap as she climbed off the settee.
Jackson picked up the remaining three envelopes, inviting Emma to pick one.
Emma rose from her chair and apprehensively made her selection.
