He chuckled. “It’ll be my pleasure. I’d love to watch the ass as you walk.”
I smiled at him and led him back to the bar. Jeff joined us again, and asked me to go out to the kitchen and get another tray of food. Jeff joined me there, and told me that he had several inquiries about me already. “If you want to be, you may be pretty busy tonight.”
I had already seen quite a few good looking “Daddies” come through the door this evening. I’ve yet to see anyone younger than 40, at least in my estimation. “I heard Mr. Johnson asked about me.”
“If you decide that you want to go upstairs with someone, please take him to Paul. He will talk to the guest a bit before you go upstairs.”
Jeff and I walked around the room, with our trays of food. He would introduce me to guests that I hadn’t met yet. “Don’t worry about trying to remember all of the names, Jack. No one is expecting you to do so.”
We took our trays up to the two gentlemen that had come in first, including the guy that gave me a good looking over. This was Mr. Johnson. “When Jeff releases you Jack, please find me. I would love to get to know you better.”
“I will Sir.” As Jeff and I walked away, Jeff said quietly, “Mr. Johnson would be a good one to start with Jack. His dick is not large, and he is gentle when he takes you.”
“Have you been with him?”
“Several times. Yes.”
I glanced over my shoulder. Mr. Johnson was not much taller than me, and with what I could best call a “dad bod”. Maybe in his 50s.
“Thanks. Can I ask you if Carl Jenkins is the football player?”
“No. And you’re not allowed to ask any of the guests what business they are in. However, many of them will tell you up front.”
As I looked around the room, there were now more than 20 guests, including one woman. Jeff was correct, she was gorgeous. As I was looking at her, she looked my way and smiled. I saw her tug her partner’s(?) arm and whisper in his ear. He looked my way as well, then returned to his conversation with another guest.
“Ok, Jack. I’m going to release you on your own. If you have questions about anything, ask. Find me, or Paul, or any of the servers or the bartender. Don’t be afraid to ask anything. I noticed you looking at Mr. and Mrs. Carlisle. Why don’t you offer them some hors d’ouerves and see if they need a refill on their drinks. The gentleman they are speaking with is Mr. Chen.
I took a deep breath and walked their way. “Can I offer you a canape, or a refill on your drink?”
Mrs. Carlisle smiled at me, and took one of the items off the tray. “Thank you …?”
“Jack ma’am.”
“Thank you, Jack.” She looked at her husband and Mr. Chen. “Do either of you need a refill?” They stopped their conversation long enough to decline.
Mrs. Carlisle said that she was going to talk with me a bit. She led me away from them. “Are you bi- or gay, Jack?”
Of all of the questions that I had anticipated, it had not occurred to me that I would be asked this. I had not been with a girl since my girlfriend left me over a year ago. I suspected that she left because of my 4 1/2 inch dick. But I would still love to get involved with a woman. “I’m bi- ma’am.”
I was starting to get hard. Mrs. Carlisle glanced down and smiled again. I was busted. “I hope that I’m the cause of that.”
I blushed. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Well. I love to watch my husband fuck a young man while being eaten out. Is that something you would be interested in?”
Now I smiled. “Yes ma’am.”
“Unfortunately, it looks like he and Mr. Chen will be in a discussion for quite a while. Once they end that discussion, I’ll look for you.”
“Thank you ma’am. I would enjoy that.” She let me go on my way. I saw Mr. Johnson staring at me. As she walked away, he walked my way.
“Hello again, Jack. On your own now?”
“Yes Sir. Can I offer you a canape or get you a refill?”
“Actually, Jack. I was hoping that we could go upstairs. Would you mind joining me?”
“We need to find Mr. Roberts, Sir, then we can go upstairs.”
A big smile came across his face. “He’s over by the bar. Why don’t you drop your tray off in the kitchen and meet me there.”
“Yes Sir.”
Mr. Johnson wouldn’t be my first choice of a partner this evening, but for some reason, I didn’t think that Mr. Roberts would like me to turn him down, and Jeff had said he would be a good person to start with.
After dropping my tray off, I went and stood beside Mr. Johnson. Mr. Roberts was speaking with another gentleman, and I guess that we were waiting our turn. Mr. Roberts looked up at me and said, “Jack. Would you join Tony by the stairs, and Mr. Johnson will meet you there.”
“Yes Sir.” I turned and left. I found Tony. Tony asked me, “Who are you going with?”
I really wasn’t sure what the etiquette was here, but Tony asked, so I told him.
“He’s a good guy. He won’t take long, and he’s a good tipper.”
I suddenly realized that I was indeed being prostituted, and Mr. Roberts must be my pimp. I needed the money, and if my ass could earn it for me, I was going to give it a try. The gentleman that was speaking with Mr. Roberts came over, and he and Tony went upstairs. After a few minutes, Mr. Johnson came over and followed me up to “my room.”
Once in the room, I started to turn to face him, but he grabbed me and pulled me into a hug with my back facing him. He leaned over and kissed my neck, then started twisting (tweaking) my nipples. I could feel his hard cock through his pants. He was dry humping my ass. After a couple of minutes of this, he said, “Take the jock strap off, Jack, but leave the collar on.”
I stripped off the jock strap and got out of my shoes. While I was doing that, Mr. Johnson was stripping the bed of bedspread. “Lay on your back, Jack.”
I assumed that he meant on the bed, so I got up and laid on my back, with my head near the pillow. Mr. Johnson grabbed my legs and twisted me so that I was perpendicular to my original position with my legs hanging off of the side of the bed. He lifted my legs and his head dove to my ass. I’ve had a lot of guys eat my ass by this time, but Mr. Johnson was probably the most eager of the rimmers. He spent at least ten minutes licking, probing with his fingers, and licking some more.
He stood up. Undress me, Jack. I got up and removed his coat and his shirt (no tie), then kneeled down and unbuckled his belt and eventually removed his pants. Somewhere, he had already removed his shoes. I took his socks off, and noticed that his feet were not sweaty, so I kissed each of his feet once the sock was off. Then I lowered his boxers. I was presented with a 6 inch cock, of moderate girth. I looked up at him and said, “May I, Sir?”
He squeaked out, “Please.”
I took him into my mouth and did my best to make him cum from the blow job. After only a minute, he pushed me off and said, “I’m ready.” He had me lay back on the bed in my original position.
He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. I swear it wasn’t there when I was changing clothes earlier. He lubed my ass, using one, then two fingers, then applied lube to his cock. “I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you at the front door, Jack.”