In Texan arms: Fairy Dust Series

Chapter 3: A Construction Lunch

The local bar not far from the Rodriguez mansion was called MouthOut.

MouthOut was a very small speak-easy that has been standing for over fifty years. The Mayard family kept the bar strictly in the family for all these years and had refused to sell it to many potential buyers.

It often sold food in the early hours but was a busy bar in the evening. It was dominated by construction workers and noble businessmen who'd slip in after work to take that edge off their busy days. Some ladies stopped by to fish out potential dates or hook up with rich married men.

Patrick frequented the place in his youthful days and that's where he'd met Morris.

"I think you should go to this get-to-know-Valentino meeting tonight rather than later. Cole is getting tired of Patrick pestering him to sell him the shares." Calvin said as soon as they found an unoccupied booth.

Cole was Morris' brother who was the front man for the shares Morris had left for his sons. For years he refused to disclose to Patrick that 30% of his company actually belong to his disgrace of a son.

Patrick and Morris had started the company together and after she died, she entrusted her brother to keep them for her sons. When the boys came of age, Cole offered them, Calvin wanted to receive money instead and Josh asked him to hold on to them for the time being.

Cole now wanted to retire and Josh had to take over from him. He did not want to tell Patrick about it, so he saw it fit to just disclose it in the shareholders meeting.

"I'm taking them back from Cole and there's a meeting next week. So Patrick will finally find out then." Josh said.

"He's going to have a fit." Calvin laughed.

"My mom is too and so will Patrice." Malvia shook her head sympathetically. "Dad is just going to drop dead."

The waitress arrived and collected their orders as they talked about their lives.

Calvin was still in Texas (Dallas) away from Austin (where the Rodriguez lived and ruled). He lived there with his wife Layla and his daughter Pamela who Josh visited as much as he could. He owned a huge store there, living a very comfortable life that Josh sometimes envied.

Malvia on the other hand was the opposite. She moved all the way to New York, owning a chain of boutiques and living a lavish life.

"So you're not hell-banned on settling down?" Calvin asked Malvia. "You wanna become an old bitter spinster like your sister?"

"I'm tired of men trying to control me, Cal. Seriously, just because I am independent somehow it becomes a wound on a man's ego. I'm tired of it. It's just about sex for me now."

Just then the waitress returned with their food and drinks.

"You can always take me up on my offer." Josh mused. "You know, of being a Domme? It will do you good and help you exceed the control over men you obviously have."

"I don't have time for kink."

"It sometimes help." Surprisingly it was Calvin who spoke. His siblings stared at him in horror, causing him to laugh. "What?"

"You and Layla?" Malvia whispered, biting into her steak.

"From time to time, yeah." He said shyly, taking a sip of his coke.

"Go Layla!" Josh laughed. "I didn't think you had it in you to dominate."

"I don't." This time Calvin turned so red it was as if all blood in his body assembled on his face.

"That's why you're so smitten and super whipped." Malvia cheered. "When should we go Josh?"

"Tonight actually."

"Isn't going to FairyDust defeat the purpose of you finding a man?" Calvin asked.

"It's not just for the gays. It's just the club without discrimination. Straight guys actually are members of their underground BDSM club. Especially submissive men like Cal here." They laughed at Calvin.

"I'm in."

They spent the day in the bar just chatting and eating fries. By the time the lunch rush filled in,Josh was certain he could not stomach anymore food.

Calvin and Malvia were getting ready to meet their brother by collecting their coats and Malvia her very porsche bag. Josh wanted to go get his toy-bag and collect a few starter essentials for Malvia for tonight. He had no intentions or desire to go back to the Rodriguez mansion.

The door burst open and Malvia whose seat was facing the entrance gulped loudly.

"Holy fucks!" She beamed. "Who the hell are those?"

Malvia was not the only woman (and man) mesmerized by the appearance of the seven men who entered the room in their full construction gear.

All men looked Latina, well excerpt the broad black one who had entered the room first. All men walked in their glory as they approached the bar in loud chattering.

Josh assessed them all one at the time. He interpreted their muscles, the precipitation that shown on their faces and their very shiny heads. He wanted to lick all that baldness.

As his eyes analyzed all very tall broad men, his eyes finally landed on the smallest, the guy from last night.