Big Poppa ~ Part II

9.
They left after a late dinner, each in their own car. Poppa and Delwyn could have their honeymoon before they had to go back to work.
It was late, or better, it was early in the morning by the time they arrived at the Black Lotus. The whole building seemed dark except for the elegant sign, and there were no cars parked other than their own and a a few white vans. Yet, it wasn’t four o’clock yet.
Siarl unlocked his private entrance. “It’s Monday morning,” he explained, when Jean asked him about the silence. “We open earlier on Sunday, and are closed at Monday and Tuesday. The cleaners are in, giving the whole club a good scrub.”

“Are they alone?” Jean blinked surprised. “Do they have a key? Do you trust them?”

“Paul should be in, keeping an eye on them.” Paul was one of his assistants. The other was called Alex. “What’s the matter? Do you have a bad feeling about it?”

“Well...” Jean followed Siarl up to his office, where Paul was sitting behind the monitors of the surveillance cameras. The man seemed pleasantly surprised to see him again, and his eyes lit up. Jean stood next to him, and looked at the monitors. “Hi, Paul... Are you looking at the crew?”

“You mean the cleaners? Mwah... They’re just cleaning. See?” He pointed at a screen, showing the Dungeon. “Not much to look at, really.”

“You sure?” Jean leaned over, looking at the black and white images. Two men, wearing white clothes and rubber gloves, were swiftly moving a cloth over the rack and shelves. They left after a few minutes. Jean straightened up. “That is not clean,” he said, scowling. And he hadn’t even looked at all the other cleaners yet.

Paul glanced at Siarl. “They are experienced,” he tried. “We clean every day...”

“Every day like that is good. But when the club is closed, they should take much more time to clean every nook and cranny. That’s my favorite room, that is, but I wouldn’t want to play in it now I’ve seen that!”

“Very well,” Siarl said. “We’re going to see the manager. In fact, you are going to see him. I’ll introduce you to him as my partner. You can go through every room, and tell him what’s wrong. Okay?”

Jean nodded firmly. They left the office. As soon as the door was closed, his stern expression vanished. “Sorry,” he said, much more insecure.

“Are you crazy?” Siarl was genuinely surprised. “Darling, if you tell me you wouldn’t want to use a room after that cleaning, then I should do something about it. Wait a second. Come here.”

Jean looked at the man’s handsome face as Siarl buttoned up Jean’s shirt, and straightened his pants. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you some authority. Power,” Siarl said. “Now follow me to the manager, and keep your chin up and mouth shut, okay? Silence is better than words.”

The manager was a middle-aged man, dressed in a suit. He clearly respected Siarl, keeping his gaze down a bit as they talked. Jean was introduced, and Siarl explained the man what he wanted them to do. The manager, called Mr. Hutchinson, followed the slender young man to the Dungeon.
Jean saw the filth immediately. He merely pointed, for a while.
Sure, the Dungeon was supposed to appear damp, cold and dirty. The climate was closely controlled by air conditioners and humidifiers. But it was not supposed to have sperm on the floor and on the rack, or traces of lubricant and faeces on the toys. Jean shivered as he opened the cock-shaped Iron Maiden. The cleaners hadn’t even touched it.

Mr. Hutchinson had seen enough. His face was red as he burst out to call the cleaners back. Jean stood quietly, his hands in front of him, seemingly very much at ease when the manager pointed out everything they had missed to the shocked men. They began to do their job properly, without comments. It took half an hour to finish.

Mr. Hutchinson and his crew members stood back, waiting for Jean to judge their work. And he did. Walking around slowly, literally sticking his nose in every corner and looking at every toy, shelf and surface, Jean checked it all. Finally, he stood straight, and nodded. He could hear the relieved sighs from the three men. The two cleaners fled, quickly going to the next room.

Jean waited for the manager on the corridor. “We’ll go through every room, today,” he said calmly. He looked at his watch. It was two o’clock. “I expect you in the office at three precisely. Then we’ll see if you will keep your job. We will check every single room together, and I trust them to be spotlessly clean. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Mr. Hutchinson even bowed. He left quickly.

Jean waited a moment, looking at the man collecting his personnel so he could give them new instructions. When he was sure the man understood the importance of the situation, he left to go to the office.

Siarl and Paul were waiting for him, grinning broadly. “Look at the monitors now,” Paul chuckled, pointing over his shoulder.

Jean had a look, and he couldn’t repress a proud smile. The crew was working frantically now. No idle rubbing with dirty cloths anymore; the cleaners were scrubbing and wiping every surface and toy with studious precision. “Can you show me room Number Two?”

“What now?” Paul asked, blinking.

“The Scat-room...” Siarl helped him. “Jean hates that room. Don’t you?”

Jean shivered at the thought alone. “Yes. That’s why I want to see it. If I don’t see at least two men on their knees, scrubbing the floor, I’m not pleased.”

He could be pleased. Four men were sitting on their knees, cleaning the tiled floor with lots of soap and firm bristles. When they were done, another one came in with a hose, giving the whole room a good wash-down. It would be spotless.

“We don’t pay them enough,” mumbled Paul.

“I disagree,” said Siarl. “We pay them royally. They just never did what they were paid for. Well done, Jean. I’m proud of you...”

“You’re a keeper, if you ask me,” said Paul, nodding. “What more can you do?”

“We’re not going to tell you, are we? But you’re right, Jean is a keeper.” Siarl pulled him close, and kissed him. “We’re going to get you a tailor made suit. I want you to look impeccable.”

“I love suits,” Jean beamed. “What do you want me to do?”

“Paul, you can go home. Jean and I have everything under control.”

“Alright! An early day, I like that.” The man winked at Jean, nodded at Siarl, and left before his boss could change his mind.

“Now. Take a seat. Would you like a scotch?”

“Wine, if you have it...” Jean sat in the leather sofa as his lover unlocked a cabinet, taking two bottles and two glasses. He accepted the wine and the kiss. Siarl sat next to him.

“What do you do, in daily life, Jean?” Siarl asked. “Do you study?”

Jean laughed. “No, I don’t. Honey, I’m almost twenty-six... I should have a job, by now.”

“But you don’t?”

“No. I haven’t found a job yet. I worked, every now and then, different professions, but nothing to keep up for long.” He knew what this was heading to. He was looking forward to the offer.

“Right. Well, I need a good assistant. Paul and Alex take care of the paperwork for me. I do the finances myself, since I trust no one with my money, but I need someone to... How do I describe it. Hm...”

Jean waited, but Siarl had to think long and hard. “I would love to work here,” he tried to help. “What kind of assistant do you need?”

“Hm. I can’t really explain. What I would like you to do, is keep an eye on the floor. Maybe walk around when we’re open, and look at what happens in the rooms. You see, the memberships have to be renewed every three months, and it appears less and less men are willing to pay up again. Something is wrong. Something seems to be missing. And I have no idea what it is.”

“You have three hundred men a night, Siarl... Do you need more?”

“Yes. I do need more. Men come, men go. But what I would like, is to be so successful, that I have to have a waiting list. I want the Black Lotus to be so good, that men don’t leave anymore. I want them to come back, Jean. And I have to know why some of them don’t. If we want to extend the club, we have to become even bigger.” Siarl finished his drink, and poured another one. He refilled Jean’s glass. “Be my floor manager, Jean...”

Jean laughed out loud. “It sounds silly, but I know what you mean. Alright, I will do it. With pleasure, I’m sure. And frankly, I think I already know what’s lacking. I’ll see if I’m right when you’re open again. But now...” He put his glass away. “I should be sober, because I have to judge Mr. Hutchinson’s work.”

The cleaners had done their job perfectly. Jean was very pleased with the result. Of course, he didn’t show it. He walked through the rooms with Mr. Hutchinson, keeping a poker face the whole time. But he didn’t point at forgotten spots, as he didn’t find any. Finally, he nodded at the anxiously waiting man. “Good work,” he said. “From now on, I’ll randomly check rooms after your crew is done. I do not want to find any more ‘forgotten’ stains. I hope you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Mr. Hutchinson nodded, with a serious expression. “I understand the consequences.”

“Good. Then I’m satisfied. Thank you, Mr. Hutchinson. I will see you Wednesday.”

The man left, even without seeing Siarl. Apparently, he accepted the younger man as his boss, from now on. Jean almost cheered before he went back to the office. It was early in the morning, but he was wide awake by the adrenaline. “Can we take a look next door now? Can we, please?”

“Oh, my... Would you like another fantasy, my beauty?” Siarl laughed, embracing him. “Sure we can. Take your wine with you, hm?”

“Do we have to leave the building to get there?” Jean asked.

“No... We can reach it from inside. Why?”

“Because I’ve always wanted to visit an empty, dark building in the nude.” Jean undressed quickly, ignoring the man’s stunned face. He took his glass. “I’m ready.”

Siarl didn’t pull off his clothes. He shook his head in disbelieve, but with a smile, and led the way down, through the Dome. He entered the main entrance with the reception area, the dressing rooms, and the showers.

Jean looked around. There was nothing wrong with the club. Siarl didn’t have to change anything, to keep his members. The problem wasn’t in the club, or in the fantasies. Jean had the feeling it was in the members itself.

Siarl unlocked a door, and stepped in first to flick on the lights. “Come on in...”

“Oh, yeah...” Jean stood in the enormous, open space, looking around in awe. The Black Lotus was built in a modern, large, plain and rectangle building. From the outside, it looked like a warehouse. There we no houses around, only fields and trees. It was private. Inside the empty building, it was a blank canvas. Jean would be able to express every wish he ever had, in this place.
“I see a cave,” he said, stepping deeper into the main room. “Maybe like in Pirates of the Caribbean. And a jungle, with nature sounds and soft moss. If you can ever make tentacles, you should. Tentacle rape is hot.”

“A cave can be done, but tentacles? I’ll suggest the idea to my designers, but I’m afraid that’s impossible.” Siarl followed, slowly, enjoying the naked man running around like that.

“I would like a romantic garden.” Jean wasn’t disappointed about the tentacles. He had enough ideas.

“We’re a BDSM club! Why would we need a romantic garden?”

“Because it’s wonderful to treat a slave, when he behaved well. A garden with a pond, fish, plants and flowers... A secret hideaway where men can kiss and cuddle instead of whip each other. Don’t you see it?”

“I see you and me in it, yes! But my members...?” The dark-haired man shook his head. “We’ll see, hm?”

“Do you have a website?”

“Of course I do... Why?”

“You should put up a survey. A poll, with all my ideas, so your members can vote for their favorite idea. I bet you’d be amazed. Oh, oh! I know! We have to have a garage, with chrome dildos and a fuck machine!”

Now, Siarl laughed so hard, he had to brace on the wall. “You’re thinking of Big Poppa!” he said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Mm... I can see Delwyn in it, yes, with my big friend serving him. I should write this all down...”

“I’ll remember it.” Jean grinned, taking the man’s hand to pull him deeper inside. The fact he was naked didn’t bother him at all. “You know what turns me on the most...?”

“I can’t even begin to imagine,” smirked Siarl. “Everything seems to rock your boat.”

“A boat?! Good idea!” He pushed against the man as he groaned. “Actually... An empty building in the moonlight, that’s what turns me on. Can we go upstairs?”

“Yes, we can...” Siarl said slowly. “But I’m not going to undress in here, Jeanie.”

“You don’t have to undress to give me a blow job, do you?”