College Job

I felt uneasy and uncomfortable as Boss-man hung his arm around my shoulders like some kind of post. He introduced me to each of the three guys, who either had their chest covered or exposed. Two of them were covered; one was covered by black under armor with baggie dark blue jeans, and the other had on ripped jeans and a black mesh top. The third was topless and I couldn’t tell if he was oiled up, or if he was sweating.

“Boys,” Boss-man announced, “This is Skylar. He’ll be joining you in waiting tables.”

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

“Yo!”

“Hi,” I nervously said back to them and gave them a small wave to go with it.

“Skylar, this is Chad, Sam, and Jack,” he pointed to each one by name, and I found that Sam and Chad were the ones with their rock hard abs covered-well, at least Sam was. “From now on, if you have any questions, ask one of them or any other waiters.”

“Okay.”

“Now, I’ll leave you in the hands of these boys. Have fun you four.” And with a hard slap to my ass he walked away.

I was now more nervous than ever, and I just felt like I was being fed to a bunch of man- eating lions. All four of us just stood around, looking at each other and wondering what to do next.

“Sooo…” I heard Jack start to say, he was standing right in front of me with his back turned towards the bar, his elbows were resting on its edge. “Where do you lie on the GBS List?” he asked with an evil smirk on his face.

“GBS?” I questioned, looking at Chad and Sam, who stood on either side of me. Chad, who was on my right snickered, “He means The Gay, Bi or Straight List.”

“Oh, well…I’m straight.” I admitted. I was going to lie and say I was gay because I wanted to fit in, but I changed my mind at the last minute.

“Ha! Pay up both of you.” Sam said, outstretching his hand, and I saw both Chad and Jack pull out a thick wad of cash from their jeans.

“You bet on people’s sex lives?”

“Oh, not everyone’s,” Sam said, handing Jack a fifty, “Just the newbie’s,” he smiled as he left the group. I watched as he headed over towards the stage, and went through an archway that had bright pink neon lights overhead reading “Rooms”.

“So then,” Chad said with a stretch, “shall we start your training? We only have an hour and a half before we open, and you don’t even know where the bathrooms are.”

“Um…” I wanted to point out that the bathrooms where across the showroom with a bright sign that read “Restrooms” over it in the same pink neon lights, but Chad ushered me away from the bar and we headed over towards the DJ booth.

“This is Daniel Jonas,” Chad said, pointing and introducing me to the DJ and Host for the evening. “But everyone calls him DJ.” I could tell that his name would be easy to remember.

“Yo, what’s up?” he said, giving me some skin, “So you’re the new waiter?”

“Yep, just starting tonight.”

“Well, good luck. Right now, I need to get ready for tonight.”

I smiled as I watched DJ jump out of the booth, and over towards the hallway where Sam went. Chad was just about to explain everything to me, when I felt something big and heavy jump onto my back.

“Oi!” I cried out, trying to keep my balance. I craned my head over my shoulder to see who-or what- had jumped on me, and I saw that it was Bradley.

“So you got the job after all,” he smiled, hooking arm around my shoulders as he came around to my side. “I knew you would.”

“Hi Bradley,” Chad said with a smile, “I see that you know Sky.”

“Know him, I recommended the job to him. I even helped him fill out the application.” An evil grin rose across his face, and I could tell that Chad knew what he was talking about.

“You are such an asshole sometimes.” Chad replied, for no reason whatsoever.

“I know I am. So has Chad here given you the tour?”

“Not yet, he was about to start before you came.”

“Ah, well…it’s best to start in the back where all the action is.” And with that, Bradley lead me by the wrist though the archway where DJ and Sam went through.

As we passed by the first few doors, I saw that they were all shut with individual names on them. “The Stable,” “Officer Clap,” “Locker room” were a few of the names I saw before Bradley lead me though a door opposite the rooms. When he stopped, I got a good look at the room, and it looked like he lead me backstage.

“BOYS!” Bradley called out to the group of guys. Everyone who was backstage stopped what they were doing, and turned to see what Bradley wanted. I stood silently as I saw Bradley snatch up an empty chair and stood on it. “I have a new announcement.”

“You finally got canned?” I heard a voice speck up behind me, and I turned to see another dancer coming though the door.

He had a duffle bag strapped across his body that was slung across his left shoulder. His face and eyes were pale, and his platinum blonde hair was a mess. He wore tight light blue jeans that looked like they were riding up his crotch, and he had on a tighter looking black t-shirt with a faded skull and cross bones on it. I gazed up and down his slender body and by the third time I scoped out his body, I saw that he was also looking at me. I froze in place, thinking that he was going to take a swing at me, but he just scuffed and pushed me aside as he passed me by.

“Funny, Psymon, but no. We have a new waiter out on the floor, his name is Skylar.” He then started to clap and everyone except for the guy who just came in joined in. “He is 5’11, weighs…well I don’t know how much he weighs, is from Lincoln City, Oregon. Is a freshman at the University in town, and has a cock size of six inches.” I saw a few smiles and smirks raise across the dancers faces of the male dancers, and I felt my face heat up and glow bright red. “Say hi to everyone.” he told me and in a faint voice, I gave a small wave and greeted everyone.

“That’s nice, now we need to get started.” Chad said, pulling me out from backstage and back onto the main floor. “Now then, the first rule of waitering here is ‘no touching’. This means that the customer can look, but can’t touch. You on the other hand can touch.” He said this as we walked around the room, showing me my section that I was going to be my responsibility. Once I memorized my tables, Chad went over the drinks with me. “We serve mostly every drink known to man,” he said, handing me the drink menu, and we started going though the list and their prices. “Don’t worry, all you have to do is remember the drink than hand it off towards Chris.” After we had gone over the menu, Chad and I hung around the bar, talking about various things. As time grew closer to the doors opening, more and more people started to show up for work. I met the rest of the waiters and each time someone walked in, Sam would go up to them and tell them I was straight, followed by them paying him or not.

“Sky!” I heard my name being called and I looked across the room to see one of the dancers poking his head out from the left archway. I saw him motioning for me to come over, and I excused myself from the group and wandered over. When I got over to the dancer, I found myself being dragged back to the dressing room. My heart raced, thinking that there would be more naked gay guys looking at me, but I found that they were mostly fully clothed-or at least what fully clothed was to their standards.

“Hi Sky, my name is Troy,” the guy who dragged me back in started to say, sitting in an empty chair. “Sam says that you’re straight, is that true?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck!” I heard him say under his breath. Telling from his reaction, he was betting against me. “Oh well, so ready to start your new day at work?”

“I am a bit nervous.”

“Don’t worry.” I heard Bradley say from behind the dancer that I was talking to. “Everyone is nervous on their first day.” He then came up towards us, and sat on the dancer’s lap. I was surprised at what he was wearing: a tan cowboy hat, black chaps with his chest bare with only a white vest, and a white thong. It was looks like these that made me wonder what I have gotten myself into.

I saw the dancer that Bradley was sitting on give him a kiss on the temple before their lips met, and they started to make out in front of me. My mouth dropped open when I saw this and I turned away from them so they could have a minute or two together. I cleared my throat after a moment or two and brought them back to reality. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” Bradley said again and he leaned in to kiss my cheek. It felt weird, but I allowed it and wondered what else they wanted to talk about. I was about to go when the other dancers spotted me and started asking me for drinks. I didn’t have anything to write down the orders, but Troy got up and wrote it all down on my hand, giving me a swat on my ass to get me going. When I got out to the main floor, I saw customers were starting to pour into the seats, and most of them were in my sections. Putting on a fake smile, I scooted by them and waved to a few as I made my way over towards the bar, placing the orders for the dancers and waited patiently for the drinks. As I waited, I sensed two guys coming over to the bar and they started to check me out.

“Hay pretty thing.” I heard one say and he smacked my ass.

I turned towards him, and I gave him a big ass fake smile before heading off with my order back to the dancers. Once I was in the hallway, I wiped the smile off my face and let out a low groan. When I came back to the dressing room, I passed out all of the drinks. While I was passing them out, both Bradley and Troy came right up to me with their hands behind their backs.

“Hey, Sky,” Bradley said with a smile. “We have a little gift for you.”

“You do?” I questioned, cocking my head to the side, and folding the tray in my hands.
“Yes we do, Troy?” And the dancer by Bradley smiled brightly, now wearing a police officer outfit, smiled and pulled his hands from behind his back. I stared at his hands as they held a small pill box and he opened it, pulling out a small white tablet.

“What is it?”

“This is something to help you relax.” Troy laughed, holding out the tablet to me. “We don’t want you to be nervous on your first day, so Brad and I want you to be comfortable.”

“Is it drugs?” I asked, wondering if it really was something to make me relax, or if was some kind of crack in a tablet form.

“No,” Troy scuffed and he inched the tablet closer to me. I stared at it for while, thinking if I should take it. It was very convincing to take, so with a sigh, I reached out to take it. As I reach for it, Troy took it away and popped it into his mouth. I gasped, thinking that it was rude for him to take back the tablet. “Still want it?” he asked, sticking out his tongue and showing the tablet on the tip.

I gulped, sucking in a deep breath as I pushed myself forward. I could hear my heart beating a mile a minute as I stepped closer, my eyes on the white tablet in Troy’s mouth, and I could tell it was dissolving slowly. Taking another deep breath in, I placed my hands around his slender waist, pulling him in for my first guy-on-guy kiss. Opening my mouth, I closed my eyes and thought of Mallory as he dove his tongue into my mouth. I groaned at the touch; it didn’t feel that bad, nor did if feel any different than kissing Mallory. The only difference though, was that I was kissing a guy. As we kissed, Troy dropped the tablet down my throat, causing me to gag on it and his tongue as he pulled me closer. I wanted to pull away since the drug was already in my system, but Troy didn’t let go and buried his fingers though my hair and down my back. My eyes shot open at how skillful he was, and I started to wander my eyes around, and saw Bradley and a few other dancers looking at us. Finally, Troy let go and wiped my bottom lip.

“Not bad,” Troy smiled, caressing my cheek, “For a straight guy.” And he walked off towards the main floor.

I let a few seconds pass before I walked out of the dressing room. My head started to spin a bit, and I knew that whatever Troy and Bradley gave me was working. Stepping out onto the floor, I quickly went over to my first table of the night.

“What will it be boys?” I asked the gentlemen sitting at the small roundtable. They were all in three piece suits so I knew they were businessmen. I smiled at all three of them and took down their drink orders, turning on my heels as I walked away to place the orders.

I continued running back and forth from my tables to the bar, placing drink order after drink order. Each time it was like a maze, trying to get around tables without bumping into other waiters or the dancers who were on the floor. On my breaks, I would climb up on one of the empty bar stools, and watch the dancers on stage seducing all the clients to place their money into their thongs or short shorts. By the middle of my shift I was feeling really shitty, but I held it together as I loaded my tray up with drinks and brought it to the table who ordered them. I gave a big smile as I set down the drinks. Once everyone had their drinks, the man closest to me gave me a ten dollar tip. I smiled and reached for it, but he pulled it back and held it over his head. I laughed, seeing that this was not going to be easy for me. I placed my tray under my arm as I straddled his right thigh, and slowly started to grind myself against him. I smiled wickedly as I brought my face closer to his, opening my mouth for a passionate kiss as I reached up with my free had for my tip. The customer was impressed with me, and opened so I could dig my tongue into his throat. Moaning, I took the ten spot out of his hands and pulled away before our lips touched, leaving him wanting more. All his friends laughed at how I left him begging, but I smiled at him as I walked away, and I had my ass slapped a few times as I walked back to the bar. It was only after I got back to the bar that I realized what I did.

“Fuck!” I thought, burying my head into my hands. I knew I was not myself as I kissed that guy. I then thought back and noticed that every time I got a tip, I would kiss the guy or grope his dick. Feeling light- headed and nauseated, my head started to spin and my vision was getting blurry. Feeling the urge to vomit, I rushed towards the employee restroom that was located at the end of the hall where the bathrooms were. Pushing open the door, I made my way as quickly as possible towards the nearest stall, and leaned my head down over the toilet. I watched as everything I ate and drank that evening come back up and fall into the bowl before me. I sat down on the floor and rested my head on the wall behind me, wondering if there was going to be any more vomiting. I was lucky that no one else was in the bathroom to see or hear me throw up, but I felt my stomach turn again and bowed my head over the bowl once more.

“Are you okay?” I heard I deep voice call from outside the stall I was in.

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice was hoarse and I could still feel the urge to up chuck.

“You don’t sound fine.”

“Trust me I’m…blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Open the door,” the voice demanded.

When I was ready, and the vomit was flushed away, I opened the door. It wasn’t locked or anything but I had it closed with my foot. When I moved away from the door, I saw Psymon standing in front of me wearing black leather pants, chains that dangled from both sides of his hips and his chest was bare except for a chest harness-to me he looked like one of the Village People, but hotter. (what do you know about the Village People? Young one!!!! Hahaha, they’re my generation!)

“Shit,” he said, looking me over as I sat on the cold tile floor. “What happened to you?”

“Too much happened.” I moaned, leaning the back of my head against the wall. “Why are you dressed like a Village person?” I asked him, turning only my eyes towards him.

“It’s my costume,” he replied, “I am into Fetish, and right now I have a client tied up and waiting for me. I just came in here cause I had to go to the bathroom. And if I were you, I would get my ass off the floor and back onto the main floor. Boss-man does not like people who slack off.”

“I’m not slacking off,” I argued with him. “I took this tablet that Troy and Bradley gave to me-”

“Stop right there.” Psymon yelled, holding his hand up for me to stop. “What tablet?”

“I didn’t know for sure what it was. But it was white, and they said it would help calm my nerves.”

Psymon didn’t say anything; he only sighed and pressed his hand towards his head. “All three of you are assholes, you know that.” I just stared at him, still hung over from the tablet and the booze that customers had offered me tonight. “That was Ecstasy they gave you. Geeze, I knew you were stupid for taking this job, but I didn’t know you were this stupid. Get up, wash your face, and tell Boss-man you quit.” He then walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to my pain and misery. After a minute or two, I got up off the floor and washed my face. Staring at myself in the mirror, I knew I looked like shit and I quickly fixed myself up and walked out.

“Where were you?” Chris asked me, his arms were stretched out on the bar and leaning on one foot.

“Bathroom.” I told him as I gathered up my drinks and brought them over to the table. Luckily, none of my customers complained, though I did get a smaller tip than the other tables I waited on.

My shift was coming to an end, and I was feeling a bit better than I did before. Taking a short break, I asked Chris to get me a Dr. Pepper, and I watched as DJ announced the last act for tonight.

“Alright everybody!” he announced over his system. “Ace wants to thank you for coming tonight but unfortunately; all things must come to an end. And this is our last performer for the evening. So I want all of you to give it up for our cowboy. All the way from Dallas, Texas, here’s Bradley!”

The audience all started to cheer and clap as the song began to play. Resting my head on my hands, I watched as country music started, and laughed at what song Bradley was going to dance to. I smiled as I watched my friend pull open the drapes, wearing his cowboy outfit with a rope draped over his shoulder. He then started dancing erotically to Big & Rich as he made his way over to the first strip pole, hooking his leg around it and hopping up. I swallowed hard as he danced. From where I was sitting, he looked like he was making love to the pole before he spotted some people, and started dancing in front of them for tips. As the song played on, he made his way over towards the middle of the catwalk and started swinging his rope around like a lasso. Swinging it out, he roped one of the audience members and pulled him on stage, giving him one big messy kiss as he roped him up like cattle. After that, he made his way over to the middle pole, stripping off his clothes and leaving nothing on but his thong. Once he was done, he took to the pole again, and started doing stunts on it. He finished off the song by going over to the guy he roped up and untying him. Smiling, he placed his hat on the customer and climbed on his back and having everyone shout out with him-including me:

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy!” Everyone cheered an applauded for Bradley as they flashed dollar bills in his face, which he gladly took. Clapping, I smiled as I finished off my soda and started to wipe down the empty tables.

I said good-night to the customers who were leaving and gladly gave them a kiss on the cheek as they left-I was still high off the Ecstasy but I didn’t mind a bit.

“So…how did you do for your first night?” Chad asked, coming over towards me as I sat at the bar and counted my tips.

“Not bad.” I replied, counting two hundred and seventy-three dollars in tips.

“Great! Say…if you need somebody to talk to, or you have any questions, give me a call,” and he wrote his number on the back of my hand. I thanked him as he left, leaving me to collect my tips and head home.

“Bradley!” I called out, seeing my friend walk out with Troy hand-in-hand. I ran up to them and they both smiled. “I want to thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“For all of this. If you hadn’t given me that application, I would still be looking for a job.”

“Don’t sweat it.”

“If there is anything I could do, just let me know.”(I’d be yelling at him for giving me Ecstasy!!!)

“Anything?” he asked, and an evil smirk came across his face. I nodded. “Fine, do you work tomorrow?” I nodded again. “Okay then, come to my room during your first fifteen minute break, we’ll finish off what we started the night we met.” He then winked at me and left with Troy, who waved good-bye to me.

On the taxi ride back to my dorm room, I thought about what he meant about finishing what we started. I paid the driver once he stopped and I headed towards my room. Stepping inside, I found my roommate asleep with his girlfriend in his bed with him. I smiled through the darkness and climbed into bed, I was too tired to get undressed and I slept in my clothes. Just as I was about to fall asleep I sat straight up, recalling what Bradley meant.

“Fuck.” I breathed, resting my forearm over my eyes. I started to recall what Bradley was doing a few weeks ago to me as he helped me out with the form. Picturing him on his knees in front of me, I imagined him stroking my limp cock. I groaned as I knew tomorrow, Bradley was going to suck me off- and I was not looking forward to it.