The rest of the week was pretty much the same. Get back to the room exhausted after the training that I didn’t understand, listen to Frank and Con fuck, wake up in the morning and wank into Marc’s briefs. Repeat…
The Frank and Con situation really confused me because I had met both their wives and kids. But I knew it was not my place to question or judge them.
I was super glad to get back to the flat on Friday evening. Before I even put my bags down Damian said he had to talk to me urgently because he had a proposition for me. I really did not want another three some with him and some random girl, but if that is what the proposition was and I got to push the boundaries with him again I was not going to say no.
He ushered me into the living room where Craig and Wayne were playing XBox, at least now I knew it wasn’t a three some he wanted.
He said that he had spoken to the other 2 guys but Wayne had a hairy chest and Craig was not confident with his body yet so this just left me. I was eager for him to get to the point and told him to hurry up. He said he had seen an ad looking for guys between 20 and 25 to do topless waitering. The pay was apparently really good. The condition was the guys had to have smooth chests and have 6 packs. I was flattered that Damian though I had a body like his but the guys convinced me that I was in great shape and we should do it. I didn’t give it much thought and agreed. As soon as I agreed the whole thing left my mind.
Two weeks later Damian sent me a text saying that we had to be at an address in Mayfair at 19:00 that evening.
I did not know what he was talking about and he said that our applications had been accepted for the waitering positions and we had been called to auditions. I wasn’t keen and told him that I also didn’t have appropriate clothes for and audition because I always wore sweat pants and a hoody after showering at work. Damian said that wouldn’t matter and basically begged me, so I agreed to meet him at Oxford Circus tube station and we would then walk to the address.
When I met Damian he was really excited and told me we were going to make some proper cash. I wasn’t convinced. We walked to the address which turned out to be a massive terrace house. Damian rang the bell on the huge, shiny black door which was immediately opened. A man I’m a tuxedo asked if he could help us. Damian told him that we were there for the auditions. He looked at me and said ‘you could have put a bit more effort into your appearance.’ I just shrugged my shoulders and he let us in. We were ushered into a room just off the entrance hall, I suppose a drawing room. I had never been in such an elaborately decorated place where you could basically smell the money. I felt very out of place. Damian told me to relax and get over myself.
After about 20 minutes of us sitting in the drawing room I told Damian that I was going to leave because this was a waste of time. Just then the tuxedo man came into the room and ushered us up 2 flights of stairs to a bedroom. The room had racks of black tuxedo trousers and black shoes. We were told to find a pair that fit and change. Tuxedo man said he would give us some privacy to change. Damian found a pair of trousers and shoes quite quickly, but being almost 2 meters and a size 11 shoe I was struggling to find anything that went below my ankles and over my thighs. I was losing patience when the door opened and mr tuxedo came in. I was standing in just my boxer briefs and he asked me if I had a problem. I could sense mr tuxedo did not like me one bit.
I told him that I couldn’t find any to fit me and he barged past me and went to the end of the rack. He grabbed a pair of trousers and shoved them in my hand. I put them on and they were a perfect fit. He told me to stop messing around or I wouldn’t get the job. Damian shot daggers at me.
Mr tuxedo then ushered us down a flight of stairs into an empty room, the walls were covered in mirrors and there was a short run way type thing down the center. I told Damian that I was not modeling and I could tell he was getting pissed off with me so I shut up.
Mr tuxedo told us to stand on the runway and that our potential employers would be with us shortly. He told us to only speak if we are spoken to and I said ‘who are we meeting, the queen?’ I could tell I had just gotten on mr tuxedos last nerve and he was about to tell me to leave when the door opened. A man and a lady came in both dressed really well but both wearing masks covering most of their faces. I started to giggle and Mr tuxedo and Damian both gave me death stared. The man and the lady stood in front of us and were examining our bodies really closely. They motioned for us to turn around and gave our backs an equally thorough examination. The whole thing lasted about 3 minutes and they left without saying a word. We were ushered back upstairs and told to change back into our own clothes. We were then taken back down to the drawing room where Mr tuxedo told us we were hired for the next event. Damian was over the moon but I could tell Mr tuxedo was not pleased that I got the job.
He gave us an envelope each and showed us out.
Damian was so excited but also pissed off with me. I told me that I had acted like an ass hole and didn’t deserve this.
We headed to the Burger King on Leicester Square to open the envelopes.
The envelopes contained a document with a list of rules and duties. Basically we were to walk around with trays of champagne and serve people. We were not allowed to talk to anyone and only speak if we were spoken to. One rule that didn’t sit well with me was ‘no guest request is off limits’ I pointed this out to Damian and he said what’s the worst that could happen. I was having Pierre and Ibiza flashbacks.
At the bottom of the document was an address date and time.
The last line was ‘you will be reimbursed £500 on satisfactorily completing the event. I spat my sprite over the table.
Damian said ‘so do you still want to act like an asshole?’
I was speechless.
We went home and told the other 2 the good news, but agreed not to tell them exactly how much we were going to be paid.
The event was the following Saturday and the day came round really quickly.
Damian and I got ready and Craig and Wayne wished us good luck.
We headed to the address, mr tuxedo was waiting at the door of an equally massive house in Belgravia. He showed us in and led us to the top floor. 2 other guys were already there and mr tuxedo told us to get changed into the black trousers and shoes that were hanging up. I was relieved that mr tuxedo remembered which ones I had retried on at the auditions. We introduced ourselves to the other 2 guys. 1 was Polish and the other American. I’m chatting we discovered that this was the first time any of us had done this before. When we were dressed mr tuxedo pulled me a side and told me that he was watching me and if I fucked around I would be removed from the property. I assured him I would be on my best behavior but I don’t think he believed me.
We were ushered down to the basement which was a huge banquet hall. There were cocktail tables and a dance floor with a few sofas and chairs dotted around.
We were shown where the bar was and told me make sure no glass was ever empty. It seemed easy enough.
Soon guests started arriving, all wearing tuxedos and ball gowns and all wearing the same peculiar masks that the man and lady who auditioned us were wearing. We were walking around with our trays and of champagne and they were being emptied quicker than we could fill them up. There must have been around 150 guests all drinking up a storm. Suddenly everyone went quiet and 2 doors at the back of the hall opened and the man and lady who auditioned us entered the room to a round of applause. The man made a speech thanking everyone for coming. One comment he made shook me. He said ‘and please enjoy the help we have provided, they are here for your pleasure.’
After his speech I found Damian and asked if he heard what the man said and he told me I was being paranoid.
A few moments later girls wearing French maids outfits appeared carrying trays of snacks.
We were rushed off our feet trying to keep up with the heavy drinking. As it got later and people started getting drunker, drugs started appearing and people were openly doing lines of cocaine. I tried to block Pierre out of my mind. The more people drank and the more drugs they took the more thought feely they got with me and the other guys, the girls weren’t spared either.
It must have been getting close to midnight when things started taking a different turn.
People were blatantly feeling us up and rubbing their hands all over our bodies.
The American guy was the first to fall victim to a very drunk lady who basically ripped his pants off. He dropped his tray of champagne and tried to pull his pants back up but they were ripped. He was left standing in a pair of black boxer briefs. Mr tuxedo went up to him and sent him to get a new tray of champagne and 2 girls quickly cleaned up the mess. This was like an invitation for other guests to do the same and I was the next victim. A lady grabbed one side of my pants and a man the other side and they ripped them off. I was expecting it and had put my tray down so I didn’t drop it. I was wearing a pair a white boxer briefs and the lady cupped my bum when my pants were around my ankles. I decided to take this in my stride and enjoy the attention. I kicked my pants off from around my ankles, picked up my tray and continued serving drinks. Damian and the polish guy were next, Damian was wearing a pair of bikini briefs which got a lot of attention.
By now the lights had been turned down low and people were dancing seductively with each other on the dance floor, and a few going a bit further on the couches. People were basically grabbing our bulges and feeling us up as we walked around. I was secretly having a great time, helped on by all the sneaky glasses of champagne I was downing. It seemed the other 3 guys were doing the same because we were definitely not sober.
I was walking past a sofa when a drunk man pulled my arm and said that he would give me £50 if I gave him a lap dance. I had never given or received a lap dance before but I wasn’t going to pass up on £50. I did an awkward dance for the guy ending up with me sitting on his lap grinding my butt over his crotch. A little crowd had gathered around us and people were clapping and cheering. The guy pulled £50 out of his jacket pocket and shoved it down my undies, giving my cock a little squeeze as he pulled his hand out. Luckily I was too drunk to be embarrassed and continued my rounds. We were all called on to do lap dances and other provocative acts, which we did, and which we were paid for. I must have given at least 15 lap dances to ladies and guys and never got less than £20 a dance.
It was getting late a people started leaving. The crowd was getting smaller but more enthusiastic and demanding with their requests. We were asked to make out with the serving girls while people watched, people were doing body shots off us, we were dancing on tables all while people shoved money into our underwear.
Mr tuxedo and his bouncer friend had carrier quiet a few people out, while others staggered and swayed up the stairs. I had also seen at least 3 couples having sex on the sofas.
Eventually there were only about 20 people left and we were told we were moving upstairs.
In the light of the hallway I could see that my boxers were see through from being spilled on so much. Damian pointed it out and I shrugged my shoulders.
Mr tuxedo had taken all the cash we had collected off us and I was scared I’d never see it again, but I didn’t have time to object. We were taken into a room that had very dim lighting and had sofas all over the place, it was decorated in red and gold, it was very porno. The drug taking really picked up and people were taking off their clothes. Soon everyone was in their underwear or naked and making out with whoever they could find. Damian was grabbed by a lady who started kissing him while a man rubbed his ab’s. I didn’t have time to turn around when I was pulled into a kiss by a lady and another started rubbing my cock through my boxers. Before I knew it my boxers were being ripped off me and I was naked. I looked around and saw the same thing happen to the polish guy, except a man ripped his underwear off. I closed my eyes and went with the flow. I felt more hands groping me and soon felt people kissing me all over.
The room was not very big and I managed to wiggle my way closer to Damian while being groped and kissed. I whispered in his ear ‘what the fuck is going on’ but before he could answer I was pulled away and pushed on to a couch. A lady started kissing me and I felt something wet on my cock. My cock not caring who was sucking it started getting hard and the person sucking me really appreciated it and started working my dick like crazy. A man then joined the lady kissing me and she moved on. I was now making out with a man and a another person had joined the person sucking my dick and was sucking my balls.
This went on for a few hours. Different people doing different things to us. People were also doing various sexual acts on each other and I could hear people having orgasms and cumming every now and then. I had come close to shooting my load a few times but managed to stop each time.
I was lying on a couch getting my dick sucked while a lady was kissing me when they both suddenly stopped and moved away. A man approached me and I saw it was the man who auditioned me. He said ‘I’ve been watching you and I’m impressed.’ This was the first time anyone had spoken to me all night.
He told me to follow him and we left the room. I saw Damian was following the lady that auditioned us and our eyes met. We both shrugged our shoulders and followed our partners.
I was taken into a room with a huge bed and more pillows than I had ever seen.
The guy closed the door and took his mask off. He looked familiar, like I had seen him on tv before but I couldn’t remember his name. He then pushed me on to the bed and said ‘me and my wife have very different tastes and reached into the drawer next to bed and snorted a line.
He climbed on top of me and started kissing me aggressively, then worked his way down my body to my dick. He started sucking me and I got hard again. When I was rock hard and wet from precum and spit and did another line and lowered himself onto my dick. He was facing me and his dick was rock hard and bouncing as he rode my cock. His dick wasn’t very big and his foreskin still covered his cockhead even though he was hard. He was really riding me and I could feel my balls tightening. He reach down and started wanking himself. He was getting close and dropped himself onto my dick until his ass was flat against my pubes. As he did that I couldn’t hold back anymore and thrust my hips up so my dick went even deeper inside him and I shot my load. As soon as he felt my cock explode he pulled his foreskin back and came on my chest. Once he came down from his orgasm he climbed off me and left the room without saying another word.
I didn’t know what to do so I just sat on the edge of the bed. A few minutes later mr tuxedo came in and gave me a bath gown and told me to follow him. I was taken back to the room we were first in and the other 3 guys were already there. We were told to shower and meet at the front door. We showered while telling each other how our nights ended.
We got dressed and went to the front door. Mr tuxedo handed us each an envelope and told us there were taxis waiting to take us home.
Damian and I got into the taxi and opened our envelopes. Inside were details of the next even in £2000.