The Bankers Dilemma Pt. 03 A

After a successful 28 year career as a General Contractor the wealthy Bill Rorster settled in Evergreen Hills a few years earlier buying the Maplewood Tavern and fixing it up. The proximity to the BDSM club he'd joined added to his decision.

Upgrading tavern's bar-food he turned it into the kind of place the locals who tended to keep to themselves would enjoy if not for its quiet ambience then for its rustic setting with its log-cabin building.

Out back behind the tavern he owned a home up the slope a piece it too being an attractive well appointed log-cabin that he'd enhanced after buying the property.

Bill ran the clean towel over the treated wood of the bar watching Susan the waitress engaged the sole customer in a conversation. Looking around he took note of the remaining couples dining and a single young man in his early 30's in the corner booth working on his laptop sipping on a beer.

The attractive server approached carrying an empty beer glass on a tray.

"Master Bill."

"Yes Susan...what did you find?"

"Umm Sir his name is James...spent some time in advertising doin' copy when he was younger...he is an out of work writer passing through town with no where to go...he is staying at the Thunderbird motel on route 40...but in this weather who knows how long it'd take to get there...he fashions himself as an author...and hopes to write a best seller one day."

The two glanced back to have a brief glimpse at the booth.

Always respectful Susan was a married 'submissive' who belonged to a friend of Bill's who was a Master in their BDSM swingers club.

"I'd say he is a size 8 in woman's shoes...and at the same size 8 in women's dresses....dieting would get him down to a size 6 dress."

She looked at Bill once more...."As best I can tell his bra-band would be 32" sir....he's kind of shy and gentle-natured...and already has some nice feminine features if one looks close....on estrogen he'd turn into a real doll."

"Very nice Susan...you're a good submissive...I'll let your Master know."

"Thank you Sir."

"You can get out of here and beat the snow...looks like you'll have a few days off if this storm keeps up...I let Angela know at the beauty salon too..."

The woman bowed her head giving a brief curtsey out of respect

"I understand Sir."

Among some of his investments as way of supporting the locals William had helped save 'Donna's House of Beauty' from closing.

It was one of the towns two beauty salons. Donna Jones had fallen on hard times due to an illness. When Bill heard about it he provided an infusion of cash and also utilized his talents as a General Contractor to build a magnificent salon and spa that still retained the charm of the old one while having all the latest innovations in the industry.

"Thanks for letting me go early Sir...If I can say this respectfully Master William...I could use sometime off from here and the salon."

"Sure darlin'....before you go Susan...give him James this free beer..."

"Yes Master....he asked if I knew where to get some marijuana..."

"Don't say anything yet...I'll handle that later....Show young James some of that delightful cleavage of yours...maybe a hint of that pretty bra and its lace....if things go well you'll have a new waitress to train."

"Umm speaking of lace bra's should I pull out a couple of bottles from the freezer of my special smoothie mix?"

"That's quick thinking Susan...zap them to room temp in the microwave...make a little take out package for me I'll bring with...put some of those lady drinks...the flavored seltzer drinks...what are they called again."

"High Noon vodka seltzer...peach or pineapple sir....most of the women like the peach flavor."

Walking to the booth while letting her breasts send off a wiggle Susan caught James peeking over the edge of the laptop looking as she put a sway to her hips. At the booth her hand slld around his thin neckline harmlessly as she pointed to Bill. James lifted the beer towards him as way of saying 'thanks for the free one'.

As the late afternoon had moved deeper into the evening the snowstorm was getting serious with the white powder starting to accumulate. One by one two of the couples finished their meals and headed home leaving behind the single patron and the last husband and wife couple.

The young looking 30-something was lost in thought. The more he stared at him the more Bill thought he might have potential. Always on the lookout for fresh talent Bill enjoyed the thrill that came with finding a new protege to introduce to his BDSM fetishes.

When the call came in he glanced out the one window. It was the one without the neon beer sign and let him see the snow was getting worse.

It was a friend who drove a snow-plow.

"Hey Bill...it Terry...I'm on the road...for starters we must have 6 or 7 inches already...the snow plow truck could use a break...you still open..I was thinking of stopping by and getting a couple of burgers and beers for the road."

Bill looked at the 30 year old then back out the window at his parking lot. Thoughts of the young man and how nice he'd look being transformed stirred Bill's loins.

"Say Terry I'll have them ready in fifteen minutes...could you do my parking lot...you'll see a beat up white Toyota about 15 years old along the side...bury it in snow using your trucks snow-plow...if you know what I mean."

"Yeah sure guy...you have a hot one on the line?"

"Just might...if it's handled right."

"That reminds me Bill...when is the next meeting of our Masu club?"

A member in good standing the last 6 years in the BDSM swingers club Terry knew the acronym stood for 'Masters or Mistress's....and subs united.

"About 3 weeks I think.....your food and beers are on me...

"Ok...thanks...you're going to hear me before you see me."

Bill knew that meant he'd hear the truck plowing his parking lot before Terry stopped in.

Dimming the lights it was when Bill and James and Jose the kitchen manager were the only ones left that the man approached.

"Well I have to say it...that storm looks nasty....a real blizzard."

Standing at the booth he reached over and laid the marijuana and pipe on the table. It was followed with a zip-lock bag of edibles.

"Have at it...I own the place."

Looking up at him James slid over to make room. Bill let his arm extend out resting on the back of the booth's fabric.

Seeing the snow accumulating James spoke up

"Ummm...geez that does looks bad...I guess I haven't been paying attention."

"Susan my waitress mentioned you were looking for some weed....so she left this for you....go ahead fire it up."

The 30-year old felt small in the man's presence. James chuckled when he read the name 'Champagne Lucy' on the package.

"Yeah...I don't know what kind of high...those bud tenders are amazing with what type of high they can create....like I said it was Susan's."

Bill saw his Latino chef dropped the brown bag near the end of the bar. A wave goodbye he knew he didn't have to ask if things were in order since Jose ran a pristine clean kitchen.

A few hits in James felt a mellowness from the marijuana. The sound of the truck's horn stopped the conversation.

"Excuse me...that's a buddy with a snow blow that's doing the parking lot...though it won't look like it in an hour with this blizzard."

William met Terry at the door.

"Thanks for the beers and burgers...so that is the latest candidate....he looks like a real cutie..."

"Well there's work to be done before he gets there....it'll start by having him spend the night at my place...maybe we'll start off in the hot tub....he's staying at the Thunderbird on route 40."

"Geeez...I past there on my way over...route 40 is closed."

Terry gave another glance at James before looking back at William...."He's going to be put in your girl's room...maybe it'll be another pair of testes in a mason jar before too long....you have what?...2 or 3 already."

"We'll see Terry...every one of the t-girl's offered them to me of their own free will...hopefully the little darling will be with me at our next Masters and subs Masu gathering."

Bill gave it a few minutes after Terry left to break the news to James.

"Say Terry the snow truck driver said the road to the Thunderbird is closed...I am the protective type...you should spend the night with me...no sense being on the road in a blizzard.

"Umm yes Sir....thanks."

William liked the way James said 'Yes Sir'.

"You know what....lets head out I'm going to close things...my place is just up the hill in back...you ever watch a snow storm roll in over the mountains sitting in a hot tub...it's kind of cool to see."

The closer to the log-cabin home they got the more impressed James was. Compared to the trashy motel he had been staying at it was a serious upgrade. Inside the front door he could tell it was an old time rustic log cabin that had been modernized.

It seamlessly blended the warmth of traditional log construction with contemporary amenities with all its conveniences. A spacious open floor plan with large windows to maximize natural light had exposed wooden beams, stone accents on the fireplace while incorporating smart home technology high-efficiency appliances and advanced heating and cooling systems for ultimate comfort.

Mounted on the walls of some of the space were animal skins along with the heads and antlers of Deer, Elk and Moose that had been hunted down for the sport of it. Different specie of varying size fish had been preserved and stuffed and put on display.

William spoke up..."They're not all mine...the fish and game...some are over a 100 years old and were here from the previous owners.....there are pictures of former presidents from back in the day...Teddy Roosevelt stayed here....Hemingway too..."

He pointed to another dusty picture..."See up there...that's King George the Fifth holding a shotgun his hand full of pheasants...did you know his son took his name...George the 6th stayed in Buckingham Palace throughout the entire war against the Nazi's...despite the Palace being bombed 9 times....like Hemingway said...courage... maintaining grace under pressure."

James couldn't help but think that Bill was a true woodsmen.

His mind started to compare his life with Williams. The man was highly successful and made a fortune in construction and then semi-retired to the north woods bought a bar a beauty salon to help out the local women of the town along with other investments.

In comparison James life was almost a failure. He wasn't manly enough to hunt in fact had never fired a weapon. The city-boy type a career in advertising had blown up and these days he kidded himself that he was a writer though never having published any manuscripts.

"Look out the large single pane window...isn't it gorgeous outside."

As he spoke Bill let his arm rest at the thin shoulders on the smaller and shorter James. He felt a bolt of electricity run through him with the man's arm possessively hanging on his body.

"Yes Sir...it's very pretty."

"Huh...that's exactly how my old girlfriends put it."

End of part 3 A...