I nodded at this and replied, “I’m surprised I didn’t notice during the Roman party.”
Tim then leaned over and added, “Just so you know, no one actually expects you to do anything tonight or on your date. This is all just fun. It’s not like you’re a rentboy.”
I looked at him confused as he laughed and explained, “A rentboy is a twink prostitute. Now don’t get me wrong, most of us will play around and some of us might even get frisky, but we don’t have to. There’s a lot of yummy bodies here tonight and I hope to go home with a smile on my face and possibly a few names and numbers for later. But Mark won’t care if you just talk to the guy tonight and on your date.”
I nodded as I replied, “Yeah, I know. Honestly, I’m not really worried about tonight or my date.”
Tim nodded and said, “That’s good.”
He then smirked as he added, “Of course, I also heard your moans when those guys were rimming you. You might try getting a blowjob out of this. Your guy looks like he’d go for it.”
I laughed and shook my head as I replied, “Yeah, I don’t know. The banana split thing just kinda happened. Asking for a guy to blow me, seems…”
Tim smiled deviously as he finished my sentence, “Gay? Trust me, no one will handle your cock better than a gay guy, dude. He’ll know exactly what feels best and will probably make your toes curl. It’s your choice, but if he offers…”
I laughed again as I shook my head, still skeptical as I began making drinks for several customers, Tim let it go and we went back to work. As Anthony disappeared for his “in-house date,” Tim and I were left to run the bar. Mark then announced the next game. This time the customers were playing a ring toss game with each player having to land a ring around an upturned dildo. Each ring was just big enough to fit over the dildo. And each dildo had an employee name and picture off to the side. The winners were the men who could actually land a ring on a dildo and they would then get to choose between receiving a lap dance from their paired employee or giving them a lap dance.
I hadn’t really paid much attention to this game, because it took so long until every one of the employee’s corresponding dildos had a ring around it. After the challenge portion was over, four other employees and I were called to the center of the club. Four chairs had been set up in a circle pointing out with a large spotlight in the middle. We posed and waved as our winners made their way to us. I wasn’t surprised to see that all of the winners chose to receive lap dances from us. My winner had blonde hair and was wearing a pair of tight black latex shorts that were just a little longer than mine, but his wasn’t assless. He was in shape like everyone else and patted his lap as he sat down. I smiled as the four of us took our places in front of our winners, just as the song “Pony” by Ginuwine started playing.
I was nervous, having never done this before. But I had seen the other dancers give plenty of lap dances, so I knew the basics. I just let go and moved to the music. We all started dancing, shaking our asses, and feeling ourselves up. I then turned around and sat on his lap, as I shook my ass on his crotch to the beat of the music. After that, I grabbed the back of the chair for stability as I brought my leg over his head as I turned around on his lap (thank you yoga). I then began basically dry-humping my ass on his lap as I rubbed myself and his chest erotically.
As the song came to an end, we were all greeted by a howling ovation. We all smiled and waved, as Mark gave us atta-boys over the microphone before calling in the next group of four. I made my way back to the bar and chugged a water as I accepted a high five from Tim. He smiled widely, as he declared, “Fuck, that was hot. That dude was ready to blow his load in his shorts. I’m surprised his cock didn’t rip through that latex and skewer your ass.”
I laughed as I finished my water. I looked around and asked, “Where’s Anthony?”
Tim smirked as he said, “I saw him dragging that big guy into the “Fun House” as soon as the music started. I’m not sure if he’s getting fucked, but that big guy’s cock is getting a workout one way or another. That kid is one of the biggest cock hungry fuckboys I’ve ever met. And that’s saying something.”
I laughed as I wished him luck as his name was called. He made his way to the center of the club to start his dance. Unfortunately, I was unable to watch him or the others, as I was too busy making drinks. Luckily John sent one of his guys to help out. I smiled and thanked him as we shagged drinks until Tim returned. As Tim took his place behind the bar again, Anthony finally waltzed back up to us. He had a huge grin on his face as he suavely said, “Hello, guys.”
He started fixing drinks without another word as he grinned in satisfaction. We pestered him until he finally admitted, “That guy has a cock that fits his body perfectly. Mmm…I sucked him off, swallowed his cum, and sucked him back to life again. Before starting over. He came three times before I was satisfied that he was having a good time on our date. He’ll probably need a while to remember how his legs work.”
We all laughed and slapped his ass, as he continued to grin. He finally looked over at me and declared, “Honestly, you don’t know what you’re missing. Mmmm…God, I love cock.”
I laughed and shook my head as we continued making drinks. I had to admit, my cock was rock hard and I was considering availing myself of the probable enthusiastic blowjob that my “in-house date” had implied. All of the hickeys on my ass cheeks, rimming, ass-slapping, and now lap dancing were playing hell on my already overwhelming dry-spell. I hadn’t really considered how long it’d been since I had sex or got off without my rosy palm, but now that someone was actually offering and since I was so worked up…
I kept glancing over at where Andrew was sitting and huffed as I continued to debate with myself over what to do. Anthony then sidled up next to me and said, “Don’t overthink this. Just have a good time and don’t worry about the rest. You’ve always fit in around here. You never freak out over catching any of us going at it and you even fire back when someone takes a shot at you. Just relax and go dance with him, talk to him, or whatever. It’s not like you have to follow my lead and blow him, although you should. That guy is hot. But seriously, he’d probably blow your mind if you let him blow you.”
I smiled and shook my head at Anthony’s antics, as I made my way from out behind the bar. I called out, “I’ll be back after my date.”
As I made my way over to Andrew’s booth, I noticed Mark smiling at me and giving me a thumbs-up. I shook my head at him and waved him off, as I arrived at the table. Andrew invited me to sit down across from him and I did. I was nervous and he seemed to smile at that. He was welcoming and didn’t try anything yet, he just started up a casual conversation.
We talked about how long I’d worked here, what I was studying in college, how I liked the city, etc. I made it a point of asking him questions about how long he’d been coming to the club, what he did for a living, how long he’d lived in the city, etc. After a while, I was relaxed and we were talking normally, or as normal as you can in a loud and crowded gay club. He liked hearing about the antics of the employees and how we usually stayed within our groupings (bartenders, bouncers, main stage dancers, and cage dancers). He made it a point of telling me that he always enjoyed seeing me in a cage. He said that I must have learned some good moves, considering the lap dance I had just performed.