Who's the Boss?

"The thing you need to understand about Jemma," Josh explained. "Is that she'll do literally anything I tell her to do, isn’t that right, bimbo?"

"Totally!" Jemma affirmed. "Absolutely anything! "

"And that's true of my lil' sister DeeDee too!" He said, stroking the septagenarian teenager's ass and making her sqirm and blush and enthusiastically agree.

"And even though we just met, I suspect this lil' cutie would be delighted to do whatever I asked her to as well," he said, indicating the stripper Auggie had been berating when they came in. "Isn’t that right, Miss?"

"Yes! Oh yes!" The woman said in a Laotian accent. "I will love to do what you tell me!"

"What's your name, Sweetie? " he asked.

"I named Mali," she said. "But when dance, I named Honey."

"You must be very sweet then. And a little sticky," Josh said. "Climb up on Auggie's desk and dance for me, Mali. It doesn't matter if you knock anything off. Auggie doesn't mind."

"I don't mind!" He agreed cheerfully.

The slender stripper hopped up on the desk and proceeded to dance and kick things off quite deliberately.

"The thing is, Auggie, " Josh said. "These ladies are happy to do what I tell them to do. But from Honey's expression when we came in, she didn't seem thrilled to be working for you. What were you two talking about?"

The strip club owner looked disgusted.

"She was supposed to get her tits done this month," he said, gesturing at her slight bust. "But then she said she had to send all her money back to her mother for some made up medical thing! I already took her off the rotation for next week and I'm not about to put her back on! Hell, she'll be lucky if I keep her here at all!"

"And why are you being such a dick about it?" Josh asked.

"So she'll be **** enough to suck me off in exchange for keeping her job," he admitted.

"See, that's the difference between us, Auggie, " Josh said. "You rely on fear and desperation to control them. I make people want me to do what I tell them to do. We are not the same,"

"No, we are not the same," he agreed.

"I don't think I trust you to be my sister's boss, " Josh said with a possessive squeeze of Jemma's ass. "Or anyone's boss, really. So here's what's going to happen. You're going to sell me The Rumpus Room for one dollar. I will let you stay as manager, but I'm the boss."

"You're the boss!" Auggie nodded enthusiastically.

"I'll convince an accountant to go over the details and legalities later, but starting right now, you're not going to be an asshole to any of my employees here, got it?" Josh commanded.

"Yes Sir!" Auggie agreed. "No more being an asshole! "

"Are you happy with the change in ownership, Honey?" Josh asked.

"Yes Sir, Mr. Josh, Sir!" Said the stripper, grinning brilliantly.

"Stop dancing so Auggie can lick your shoes clean, " he instructed.

She did and he did. Honey started giggling. Josh looked the Laotian woman up and down. She really was awfully skinny for her job. He looked around the office and noticed Auggie's small refrigerator. Inside were a couple six packs of beer and a summer sausage. Sitting on top was a big bag of potato chips.

"Honey, there's no need to get fake tits," he said. "You can grow your own! I just need you to eat more and drink a lot of beer. Use the extra calories to grow bigger tits and a curvier ass. You can do that for me, can't you?"

He handed her the sausage and an open bottle of beer.

"I can do that!" She agreed, accepting his offering and his challenge.

She took a long pull off the beer, then a big bite of the sausage as her former boss slavishly licked her footwear.

"Well, that takes care of that!" Josh said. "Now, we just have to decide if I should get to know all my new employees first or if we should get Jemma up on stage first."