I would love to buy the place from her.

Although your head was still fuzzy from the intense orgasm this woman had just given you, you looked over the paperwork and made note of the down payment and other costs of the deal. All in all it wasn't a bad deal at all. The city must have been **** to get rid of it. And honestly with this kind of treatment, Amanda deserved a much better cut of the proceeds than was said in the contract. You took the pan attached to the clipboard and signed the papers wherever necessary.

After you were done with the paperwork, Amanda bounced happily next to you, forgetting her shirt was still open. Your eyes were drawn back to her tits as they bounced with her and kept jiggling for a moment afterwards, Amanda seeing your gaze and smiling.

"You know what, you keep my number in your phone and if you have any other... assets... you want to have a look at, send me a message." She said and brushed her hand once more over your crotch, causing a small spark to ignite in your balls again.

"I will mail you the paperwork when it's done and I will e-mail you with an account where you're gonna have to pay the down payment." She told you just before she was suddenly off. Only as the door closed behind her did you realize you still had your pants around your ankles.

A few days later Amanda sent you an e-mail with the account for the down payment and also told you that she had managed to negotiate you a lenient payment plan. The next week from that you got in the mail a wad of papers, among them the deed to the warehouse and even a permission to use the building as a nightclub.

You hired a local architect firm and a contractor to handle the renovation and made sure to also call all the necessary inspection to be conducted prior to you paying for a renovation. It was a surprisingly smooth operation and once everything was in the clear and work began on the property, you made sure to do daily visits to oversee the contractor you had hired.

During one of your visits you were being talked through the process of soundproofing the old offices so they could be used in the same way after the nightclub was opened, although they were expanded to make more room for a larger amount of workers than had been there during the warehouse operation. As the contractor, a large man in his forties, was talking to you a slender figure whisking through the warehouse caught your eye. You kept an eye out and as the contractor kept talking you through the processes you saw it again, this time more clearly.

The slender figure was very different from the other builders involved with the renovation. Although the clothes were the same, including visibility jackets and hardhats and whatnot, it was obvious after a second glance that this builder was a woman. By your estimates you figured she was probably a full head shorter than you, but she was in great shape. Probably benefits of working hard labor day after day. While observing her, you felt a buzzing in your pocket and quickly excused yourself from the contractor, picking up your phone and seeing it was one of your bartender friends named Jessica. At one point you had been friends with benefits but after your short-term contract at the bar you were co-workers in ended, you slowly slipped out of touch. You pressed the phone against your ear and answered.

"Hey Jess." You said and made your way towards the warehouse entrance where it was more quiet.

"Hey, David! I heard you were putting up a club of your own? Why no call?" Jessica had a low voice for a woman, but you had grown used to it. It fit her rough-and-tumble attitude to life in general.

"Didn't know you were free. Are you?" You asked and Jessica laughed on the other end.

"If you asked, I could make myself free by opening night." She stated and you smiled. You already had enough people lined up for bartending gigs, but none of them were as experienced as Jessica. As soon as she offered her services to you, you could only think of one position for her.

"How about you make yourself available a good while sooner and I'll make you floor manager." You stated bluntly and heard only silence for long enough that you were just about to call out and check if the call had dropped.

"Okay boss. Whatever you say." Jessica answered cheerfully once she had recovered and hung up, no doubt to scream from joy. It was a risk she was taking, but much less so than you. Once the renovation was nearing completion, you began calling around for people to come in for interviews and to sign the paperwork.

You filled the General Manager position quickly with an experienced man named John Wick, who you had worked under in a bar that recently closed down despite his best efforts to keep the place in business for as long as possible. After a few meetings you were sure John was your guy and set him up straight away to start getting the suppliers, marketing and accounting into a shape he could deal with on a day-to-day basis.

The next target would be Floor Manager.