I was so relaxed about everything that even walking in on customers’ sex acts in the bathrooms or employee sex acts in the back area didn’t phase me anymore. As a joke, I had even carried on a lengthy conversation with the lead bartender, Robert, as his boyfriend sucked him off in the back.
Robert loved telling people that story. I got the feeling that the other employees had begun inviting their boyfriends to the club just to get involved in a sex act where I might see. The employees who were dating other employees joined in too. Having to ask two exotic dancers to move one foot to their right or left so I could get into my locker as one ass-fucked the other was an interesting situation, but they had been smiling and joking about it that I had guessed they were just messing with me.
I was even looking forward to the extra money I would make at the upcoming private party. The party was actually themed as a Roman orgy. The parties were always scheduled at least a month in advance and to get in everyone had to present a recent negative STD blood test at the door.
Also to get into this party you had to be in some form of ancient Roman costume: gladiator, legionnaire, toga, slave, etc. While on normal nights no sexual acts were allowed anywhere but in the “Fun House.” On this night, everywhere was open to play.
I chose a slave costume consisting of a cut-up white bed sheet wrapped around me to resemble underwear and a slave collar with a chain leash. When employees saw me, they all loved it and threatened to pull my sheet away at a random opportunity. Brian and the other bouncers were the only ones not in costume. The other bartenders were likewise scantily clad. As the party got started, I laughed, played around, and joked with the other bartenders and customers as things got started. I figured things wouldn’t start heating up until 10 pm at least. No one wanted to tire themselves out before the all-out orgy started.
One great thing about working here was how clean everyone was and how much people cleaned up after themselves. The first time I helped Tim, another bartender, clean up the “Fun House,” I had expected to find cum on every surface and used condoms strewn everywhere.
But there was nothing! We just emptied the trash bags, wiped down the couches with wet wipes (though I never saw any stains), and pushed a broom across the floor (that picked up nothing but busy dust). When I commented on this, Tim had laughed and said that gay guys aren’t usually slobs or disgusting. Most take a lot of pride in their own appearance and general hygiene.
These guys know that if they act nasty or otherwise turn off a guy they’re interested in, that guy could literally turn around and find a replacement who isn’t a slob. I nodded at this and admitted that I had begun to groom myself more to keep up with the rest of them, so as to keep my good tips coming.
As the night kicked off, it got pretty wild. I saw things that I had never expected to ever read about, let alone see. Though the employee still didn’t get involved in the actual sex acts, we would cheer the customers on and offer encouragement and suggestions.
All in all, I had a great time with the other bartenders and even started a line when we let customers pay to take shots out of our belly buttons. Tom gave all three of us a $300 bonus each for making so much money with that scheme. After the last customer left, we cleaned up, and we all collapsed into chairs, we all came out making at least triple what we usually made in one night (not counting the bartenders’ bonuses).
As we changed clothes for our drives home, I didn’t think anything about stripping along with everyone else to put on some actual clothes. As we changed, there was the usual grab-ass behavior and dick jokes, but we were all so tired that none of us really had our hearts in it. Surprisingly, though I was extremely exhausted once I got home, I wasn’t able to fall asleep until I jerked off. I really wasn’t overly interested in any specific porn in particular, but I finally finished during a particularly enthusiastic blowjob scene that reminded me of tonight’s frivolities. I then was able to fall asleep with ease.
The next few weeks passed without incident and I finally acquiesced to Tom’s repeated request for me to spend a night in one of the elevated dance cages. Tom provided me with a pair of tight black latex assless shorts and a black latex chest harness. The shorts had side zippers for easy removal, along with the standard front zipper and button. I wore a pair of my own black boots to complete the outfit.
I had to admit, the shorts felt amazing against my skin and I actually forgot they were assless after a while. I danced to the music as best as I could and moved my body into erotic and sexual poses throughout the night. By the end of the night, I had made a little more money than I would have bartending, but I was exhausted.
That was an enjoyable read. It’s fun when someone is learning a new part of culture. It was well edited and was smooth reading. Thanks for your effort. I’ve been writing for the last 7 years and have always leaned towards the short stories. I even did some screenplay writing and produced about 26 audio shorts that I store on-line for free listening.
Greetings ray,
we would love to integrate your audio stories. we will let you know when we initiate that category. Hoping to work with you soon. #team hornica.