College Job

“Ow.” I breathed, hitting my head against the bar’s counter top. I groaned as I shifted my head so my cheek was now plastered against the cold surface. I had just had the lousiest week of college that I would ever have.

It was only the third week of school and I had just gotten a phone call from my dad. He told me that he was cutting me off from all my savings and family ties. I was now broke, and had no way of paying for the rest of my school year. I hated him for not supporting me in my education anymore and thought of asking my grandparents for some cash. But I never wanted to rob them of their retirement money-that was not like me. When I asked my dad why he had cut me off, he started going though the recent charges to his credit card statement he received in the mail. He told me that I was over my limit. ‘Damn,’ I thought, hitting my head again on the counter. ‘Why did I have to be so fucking spoiled? Now I am screwed.’ I sat at the counter for hours on end in the school bar, the Ratskeller, with a large coke just inches away from my head. I didn’t touch it though and I allowed the ice to melt, turning it watery and undrinkable. I thought of many methods of trying to get money, from selling my stuff on ebay, to applying for a job everywhere in town and at school. Every place I applied to denied me a job, and now I am here sulking and wishing I had some money.

Hours passed and I had dozed off at one point, building a small pool of drool around the corner of my mouth and on the counter. I only woke when I felt my head was being raised and then gently placed back down in the same spot I laid it in.

“You’re awake,” the bartender said with a smile. I woke to find him wiping down the counter top and the whole bar was now empty. “Sorry for waking ya. But its closing time, and I needed to wipe the countertop.”

“That’s okay.” I yawned, rubbing sleep from my eyes and stretching. “What time is it?”

“Almost midnight, you better go back to your dorm before something happens.”

“Like what?” I asked, wondering what ‘something happens’ might be.

“I don’t know,” the guy said. “A nice looking boy like you…there are a lot of weirdo’s out there, I don’t want you to get kidnapped by one of them.”

I shook my head. I had no interest in what this guy said, and I climbed down off my stool. I stopped inside of the door frame and turned back towards the bartender. Looking at him for a moment or two, I took in his looks. His short brown hair was spiked to a point and his green eyes shone though the dimness of the room, piercing though it like daggers. He smiled as he walked back over towards the cash register and started counting the total for the day. It was then I noticed that he was wearing a black tee shirt with no print on the front or back, and dark tattered jeans that showed off his knees and bits and pieces of his boxers.

“Do you know where I can find a job?” I asked him, wandering back over to the bar.

“A job?” the bartender asked. He paused and came back over to me so we were now facing eye to eye. He stared up at the ceiling and thought about it, licking his lips as he did and tapping on the counter top. “Why are you looking anyway?”

“My parents cut me off from my savings,” I told him, “and now I’m broke, and have no way to pay for college or anything else in life. I‘ve looked everywhere in town, but since this place is so small, no one is hiring.”

“Poor thing,” the bartender replied and he walked over to the cooler that was behind the bar and opened it. “Don’t tell anyone this,” he told me, reaching in and pulling out a bottle, “But you look like you can use this.” He popped opened the cap and handed me the open bottle of beer. I never had a beer before- one reason why was that I was underage and nineteen. I willingly accepted it, and climbed back on the stool I was sitting on. I took my first swig of the cold beverage. I cringed at the bitter taste, but I didn’t want to be rude or anything so I kept the beer and finished it.

“Thanks,” I said, licking my lips, and I began to pull my wallet out from my back pants pocket.

“Keep your money.” he said, “This is one is on me. What’s your name anyway?”

“Skylar Thompson.” I gulped, finishing off my sip of beer before I replied to the question.

“Bradley,” the bartender said, giving me his name and we shook hands, a smile on both of our faces. “About the job, I know how it is when you can’t find one. You just need to look in the right places. Have you tried looking in the city?”

“Can’t, I don’t have a car.”

“Sucks. Why not take the bus; it’s cheap.” I thought about Bradley’s words for a moment, but even if I did take the bus right now, I would have no way to pay for a round trip. “Well…I do know a place where they are hiring, but…”

“Where is it?” I asked quickly, not letting Bradley finish. “I don’t care what it is, digging ditches, pluming, anything….I need a job,” I said desperately.

“Alright, alright. Just calm down.” Bradley calmly said, and he went into the back room. I didn’t know what he was getting from the back, but when he returned, he was holding his school bag. He placed it on the counter and unzipped the front pouch,. He then pulled out a small piece of paper and handed it to me.

“Ace?” I asked, seeing that Bradley had handed me a playing card with the Ace of Spades on it, under that was the building’s address and phone number.

“Yeah. It’s a night club, and we are looking for waiters. Here is the application for it,” and he handed me a two page booklet for the club. I took it from him and read it over, seeing that it looked like your average form.

“Got a pen?” I asked. Bradley smiled and took the pen that was lying by the register and handed to me. “Thanks.” I got to work filling out the form.

I had gone though about twenty applications already, and each one was different in their own way, but this one was the most unique. I checked and filled out the boxes that I knew: name, date of birth, SS number, past jobs. But then as I turned the page, I found some math problems that I knew already, and then it asked for top or a bottom. I didn’t know what that meant, so I asked Bradley.

“Oh,” he laughed. “This is asking you if you are a top or a bottom during sex, or both even.”

“Why would they want to know that?” I asked, confused. Why did they want to know?

“You don’t have to fill out the second page if you don’t want to. It’s mostly for the dancers.”

“Oh, okay. But I’ll just fill it out anyway.” I left the box empty and went to the next one. As I traveled further down the form, I found the questions getting weirder, but I didn’t want to bother Bradley, so I tried to answer the questions the best I could.

“Okay, what does this mean?” I asked Bradley. I was stumped on the last question before I signed the bottom and had no idea what it meant when it asked for my size. I had a good idea, but I just wanted to make sure.

“Size,” Bradley said out loud, “Means what’s the size of your dick.”

“And your boss wants to know this….?”

“He doesn’t hire guys with a cretin size cock.”

“That seems stupid, hiring someone that doesn’t have a big penis.”

“I know, but those are the boss’s rules. Do you know the size of your member?” Bradley asked, a smirk slid across his face and his ears perked up, as if he really wanted to know my size. I shook my head and lowered my head in embarrassment. I heard Bradley laugh and I brought my head up to see him coming around from behind the counter. “Do you want to know?” I shook my head, yes, and he told me to stand up. I followed his directions and stood next to him. “Unzip.” he demanded, and I watched as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his own cock. I gulped at the size of it and felt my face glow bright red again. “Come on.” Bradley demanded, “It’s not like you haven’t seen another guy’s cock before, Jeez, haven’t you been in a locker room before, there’s dicks everywhere.”

I didn’t know what to make of Bradley anymore; he seemed to be free spirited and didn’t care if I saw him. I stood next to him without unzipping my pants. I couldn’t expose myself to him now, I would be embarrassed, I know that my member wasn’t the size of my new friend here. My mouth dropped open as I watched Bradley start to slowly stroke himself in front of me. ‘Surely this can’t be real.’ I thought, but it was and he started to moan.

“Sorry,” he apologized, “But I am getting horny with you looking at me,” he moaned again. His face was twisted with pain and pleasure, and he took his free hand and squeezed his balls. “Come on,” Bradley whined, “If you don’t take your cock out then I will.”

This got my attention and I fumbled with my zipper as I slowly pulled it down. Reaching in, I took out my limp dick and exposed it out into the air and to Bradley. I stared down at the floor, I dared not to look at Bradley, but I could tell that he was smiling at me. He came around to the front of me and took me into his free hands.

“Let’s see… I am about eight and a half inches. So….I’d say you are about six inches while limp.”Then he went over to the application form and filled out my size for me. “Now, let’s see how big you are while erect.” He grinned and knelt down in front of me and started to stroke me.

“AH!” I gasped, feeling Bradley’s hand start to slide up and down my shaft. “I don’t need any help.” I told him and I backed away from the hand job he was giving me. He scoffed and went back behind the counter to get his bag.

“Fine, then,” he said coolly. I could tell he was a bit annoyed with me and was looking forward to giving me a hand job, but I just told him no. “I hope you get the job, and if you get an interview, tell my boss that I recommended you for the job.” He then pulled his pants back up and waved good-bye, taking my application with him.


I let out a sigh of relief as I shut my dorm room door closed; my roommate was already asleep so I didn’t turn on the lights. I gave another sigh as I placed my things on my desk and slipped into my bed. It had been a long day for me, and I was glad it was over. Slipping under the covers, I still could feel Bradley’s hand over me. I placed my own hand where he placed his, but the feeling did not go away.

A few days went by after I had filled out the form that Bradley gave me. The feeling that he gave me after that night was now gone, but not the memory. I now had dreams of that night, and each one was different then the last. I first dreamt that I got the job and I was waiting tables on women who slipped me twenty and fifty dollar bills down my jeans, and grabbed my ass. Another time, it was men who were hitting on me. I didn’t know what to expect from the job, but whatever it was-women or men hitting on me- I would take it. I was sitting in the Ratskeller once again on this Friday afternoon, my girlfriend of three years, Mallory, was sitting across from me with her math book out and doing her homework. We were waiting for our food and I was gazing around the bar. My eyes stopped short at the bar counter, and I gulped. I saw Bradley once again. We made eye contact for a minute or two, but I broke contact when I heard my cell phone ring.

“Hello?” I picked up, wondering who was calling me. “Yes, this is he…okay…yes…I am free tomorrow. Okay, see you then, bye.”

“Who was that?” Mallory asked, staring up from her book.

“The owner of that club I was talking to you about,” I told her. “I have an interview with him tomorrow.”

“That’s great!” she shouted, “I am so happy for you,” and she leaned over the table and gave me a peck on the lips. I smiled at her, then I moved my gaze back towards Bradley and our eyes met once again. He smiled at me and gave me a certified wink; he knew that I was on the phone with his boss.

When Saturday came, I got up early and got dressed; putting on a white tank top and shredded jeans that almost did not fit me anymore. Before I left the bar yesterday, Bradley pulled me aside and told me what to wear.

“Wear something hot and sexy.” I heard his voice ringing in my head and I decided the tank top was a no go, and I put on a dark blue button up shirt that resembled silk.

I took a quick glance at myself before I left and fixed my brown chestnut hair into spikes before I walked out. Walking the ten blocks to the address that I read on the playing card so many times before, I finally found the building. When I got there I saw that the club was a one story little, hole in the wall red building. On the street side of the wall, I could see a black ace painted on the side, and I knew that I was at the right place. Working up the courage, I licked my lips and I ran across traffic, playing Frogger with the passing cars as I tried not to get hit. I made it to the other side safely, and I readjusted myself before I went in. I stuck my head in to get a feel for the place before I stepped all the way in.





Chapter II

Poking my head in, I found the place was not very well lit, and I could only see the outline of tables and chairs. I could also make out what appeared to be a stage at the far end. I gulped and I slowly and nervously stepped inside, allowing the door to close behind me. I jumped a few feet off the ground when I heard the door shut, and my heart began racing. There was no turning back now, and all my senses heightened when I stepped further into the showroom.

“No minors allowed!” I heard a booming voice echo though the room. I twisted and turned my head around to see where the voice was coming from, but the room was so dark I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t see anything in this dim light, until a single light brightened the left side of the room. I turned and I saw the club’s bouncer sitting on one of the bar stools. “No minors,” he said again.

I froze on the spot as our eyes met. He was both big in weight and height and wore an extra large 50 cent tee shirt with baggie blue jeans to go with it. I stood at attention and gulped. I wanted to speak up, but my voice was caught in my throat, and I was afraid that he was going to throw me out. Again, he yelled at me to get out, but this time he stood up and he towered over me. His size over powered me and I finally worked up enough courage to let a squeak pop out of my mouth.

“Um…I’m…I…”

“Speak up, if you are going to say something,” he said, crossing his arms.

“I have an interview with the manager here.” I finally cried out. It seemed like that took all my strength and I was breathing heavily with my hands draw into a fist.

The bouncer said nothing at first, but he looked me over a few minutes before he strutted over towards me. He passed me and I followed him, circling around from where I was standing and saw him heading towards the entrance. “Wait here,” he finally said to me and he went into the room that was just to the left of the front door.

I took a seat in the closest chair near me and sighed, mentally preparing for my interview. I stared around the room some more, and saw that from the extra light that hung over the bar, the room was filled with more tables and chairs then I expected. I also counted about eight individual stripper poles: three on the main stage, and then five more scattered along the floor. Five minutes later, the bouncer came back with a smile on his face.

“The manager will see you now,” he announced and he stepped aside for me to walk into the office. As I passed him I couldn’t help but to think that he was checking me out, working his eyes from my ass and traveling up to my head.

“Thank you,” I told him, and he gave me a wink before he shut the door behind me. A chill ran down my back as the wink reminded me of Bradley, and I tried to forget about it. Stepping into the office, I found a man with the same skin color as the bouncer, sitting behind a large oak desk. He wore a white pin stripe suit, and I could see that his hat was hanging on the hat rack that was situated in the left hand corner, behind his desk. He had his head down but he could tell that I was standing in front of him, and I took a seat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.

“Hello there,” the manager smiled, looking up from the paper, “You must be Skylar, how are you?”

“Fine.” I nervously said, “And you…?”

“Boss-man, “the manager replied, giving me his name he used. “Good. But let’s cut the small chat and get down to the real business. Why would you want to work at my club?”

“Well, I don’t know why,” I told him honestly, “I know little about this place; I know it’s a night club, and telling from the poles outside on the floor, it’s a strip club.”

“That’s right, so let me rephrase the question; why would you want to work at my gay strip club?”

My face dropped and I felt my stomach start to tie up in knots. ‘A gay strip club?’ I thought. I hated the thought that I put in an application for a gay strip club, but I needed the money. So after a moment of finding out about Ace, I took a deep breath in and put on a false smile. “Well… I want to expand my limits,” I lied to him. I didn’t want to work here but I needed the money, I was desperate. “For me, being straight, I think it would be good idea to also get in touch with my feminine side. If you know what I mean.” My smile grew in size and I cocked my head to one side as I closed my eyes.

“That’s a good reason,” Boss-man told me, “There aren’t too many men who are willing to do that. So tell me, seeing that you filled out both forms, did you want to apply for a dancer’s job or a waiter?”

“Dancer? But Bradley said that you were looking for waiters?”

“Bradley told you of this job? Well, he might say that, but sometimes we are also looking for dancers too.”

“Well, just the waiter’s job then.”

“Okay. So with that, please stand up.” He stood up also and circled around his desk, coming around towards me so he could have a better look at my body. I stood up and he began circling me as I stood in place, watching his eyes graze over my body. It was kind of embarrassing for me to watch a pimp who dealt with gay strippers check out my body. He circled me, once…twice…three times before he stopped right in front of me. He took a hold of my arm and moved me to the side, twisting me to the right to get a good look at my ass. “Take off your shirt,” he demanded, and I slowly started to unbutton my shirt. As I unbuttoned my shirt, I gave the manager a half ass smirk and slowly peeled it off. Boss-man laughed at how I was trying to be sexy, and helped me with my shirt. He placed his hands over my bare shoulders, and slid the thin cloth off the rest of the way. Once my shirt was off, he started to run his hands down my smooth chest, feeling every inch of it and moaning at the touch. I licked my lips and allowed this stranger---no this pimp--- to touch my half naked form. Sliding his hands up and down my chest, I couldn’t help but to moan out a little from the touch. Again the pimp in front of me laughed, and gave me a small little kiss over the left side of my chest. My mouth dropped at the touch, I wanted to turn and run like the night that Bradley wanted to give me a hand job, but I couldn’t. I just told myself I was in it for the money.

“Let’s see how you dance now,” he told me, and he grabbed a remote off the desk, and turned on the stereo. Hip hop music came out of the small speakers, and I let it play a few minutes before I started dancing erotically in front of the pimp. I started by dipping down to the floor and dropping like I was hot for him, caressing my chest and abs. I slowly made my way down towards my jeans, and I smirked as I slowly unbuttoned them. Playing with the zipper a bit, I teased the manager before I hooked my thumbs into the hem and pulled them down. I stepped out of my jeans so I was just in my boxers, and turned around to show off my ass. There was a stripper pole that was situated in one of the corners, and I started to get freaky. Going over to it, I took a hold of the bar. I heard Boss-man laughing as I bent down towards the ground and showed him my covered ass again, and then did a few small stunts. I decided to finish off my dance routine by bending over backwards and pushing off into a back handspring. I got a big reaction out of the pimp in front of me, and I finished my doing the splits. “I say that’s enough,” he sighed, turning off the stereo and circling back over to his seat. “That was quit a performance, for a straight guy.”

“Thank you.” I started to collect my discarded clothes and went back to my seat.

Boss-man let out a long sigh and looked over my application once more before sending me off. “I will look over this one more time and will think about it. Not everyone can be an Ace of spades.” I laughed at what he called his boys and I thanked him for his time. “I will get back to you in a few days.”

I thanked him again before leaving with my clothes in hand. I let out a long sigh of relief; I couldn’t believe I just did that. It was embarrassing for me to strip for that pimp, but I had no choice. I placed my clothes on an empty table and started to dress myself again. When I was fully dressed, I left the club. Looking around one last time at the single room, I felt good about myself and smiled. I knew that the performance I gave would get me the job. What I didn’t know, is when I would start.

It was Monday afternoon and Mallory and I were at the school’s park. I rested my head over my girlfriend’s lap as I stared up at the clear blue sky, Mallory was reading out loud to me. I closed my eyes as I listened to my girlfriend’s voice echo in my ears. She had just started a new chapter of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, the book we had to read for class, when my cell phone’s ringer interrupted her.

“Hello?” she asked, picking it up my phone, I wanted to pick it up just in case Boss-man was calling about the job. “This is his girlfriend, who may I ask is calling? Okay, it’s for you,” she placed the phone next to my ear and I greeted the voice over the cell.

“Hello? Yes…really…I don’t have my schedule with me right now, but I know that I am free Thursday until Sunday. Okay…thank you again for the job, sees you Thursday.”

“Congratulations,” Mallory smiled, leaning over me and giving me a kiss. I smiled back at her and ran my tongue over her dry lips, wanting access and she allowed it. Quickly I drove my tongue into her mouth, wiggling it tongue in and out of her wet cavern. Mallory moaned into the kiss and I felt my shirt started to lift up. I smiled and I started to move my kisses down her neck and shoulders. I soon found that we were in the sixty-nine position, and we were getting more intense.

Mallory moved her legs around me so that my head was positioned in between them, and I lifted my head to see a nice view of her ass. I smiled, knowing that I was going to take our relationship to the next level and slowly slid my hand up her skirt. Sliding her thong off her, I got a perfect view of her sex, and I began licking her entrance. Mallory moaned as I licked her and I dug my tongue into her entrance, tasting her juices as her pussy start to get wetter. I was so into licking her pussy that I didn’t know what my love was doing, until I felt her lips grasp hold of my member. She began sucking on it lightly before engulfing it fully in her mouth, and began playing with my balls. I moaned louder then Mallory did and arched my back, loving the sensations that she was giving me. I changed my game plan after that, and I dug two of my fingers into her wet pussy. She gasped out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I started to pull and push my fingers into her. She unclamped her mouth from my cock, and started stroking it in time with my own thrusts. We both quickened our pace as the heat rose. I continued to moan as we progressed with our little episode, but it didn’t last long. I was just on the verge if coming when I heard sirens coming from the street. We both turned to see one of the campus police cars drive up.

“Crap,” I breathed, pulling my fingers out of Mallory and licking up the juices. We didn’t run as the officer came up to us, and asked us for both our IDs and school IDs. I groaned as the officer slapped cuffs on both of us. As the officer waited for our files, I couldn’t help but to laugh at my luck. Getting a job as a waiter at a gay strip club, and then getting arrested for having sex in a public place, I guess nothing good comes at a price.

Mallory and I were held over night at the local police station. The police didn’t press any charges, but we were both fined five hundred dollars. Mallory paid it off for both our fines, and I offered her to pay her back once I had my first pay check. She refused taking my money though---

“Just give me a good fuck the next time we’re together,” she told me, and she gave me a kiss good-bye before walking off towards her dorm.

Thursday came fast, and I found that my new job was going to start soon. I was thankful for having only one class today, so I had a few hours to get ready. I started to get worried about my actions when I found myself standing with my open closet. I was trying to find something good to wear so I would make a good impression. After fifteen minutes of deciding, I slipped on my now acid wash, ripped jeans and a clean workout shirt. I glanced at myself once in the mirror before I left, and I walked the ten blocks to Ace. I ran across the street when I saw the red building come into view, and pulled open the doors. When I walked in, I saw the showroom all lit, revealing the entire lobby and the stage. Looking around, I spotted three of the other employee’s clumped together and sitting around the bar. Another employee was at the DJ booth, picking out the tracks for tonight’s dancers. I gulped, knowing that this was not the work for me. I wanted to turn back, but before I could turn and run, I felt an arm fall over my shoulders. I stared up at whom the arm belonged to and I saw that it was Boss-man’s.

“Welcome to the card park,” he breathed down my neck, and he look a long lick of my ear. I gasped at his touch and pulled my head away. He smiled at me and welcomed me once again before leading me off towards the small group of guys.















Chapter III

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.

“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.”

“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.