Peter got off the tram and walked the last hundred meters to the address given by Hans. He hated this, not knowing what to expect. Guess he should trust Hans, afterall he ensured that it would be a simple job.
Before ringing the bell he checked the address again. `Here we go' he said to himself and rang the bell.
A butler opened the door.
"Come in, you're new aren't you?" the butler asked.
"Yes, I am, Hans couldn't make it this afternoon."
"Come along." Peter followed him to the kitchen downstairs.
"Normally they drink a glass of port or brandy, you'll find that and the glasses in the cabinet upstairs." He looked at Peter an dthen continued, "I do hope you can tell the difference between a port glass and a brandy glass."
"Sure, I can!"
"Good, your job is to guide the guests to the master and serve them drinks. Normally when the last guests leave your job is done."
"Serve them drinks, is that all?" Peter wanted to know.
"Look this is my only afternoon off in the week, I don't understand why master always invite these people over when I'm not around. Anyway this is the kitchen, coffee is overthere, it's fresh, I don't think any of the guest wants some, but just in case. Of course you can have some if you like and are not wanted upstairs, stay off the liquor."
A bell rang in the corner of the kitchen.
"Excuse me." The butler said and went upstairs. After some moments he returned, "Come along, he wants to see you, I did tell him you were not the regular guy."
Peter followed the butler upstairs into the lounge. It was a big room with paintings covering almost every inch of the walls. Heavy chairs were placed in a circle around a coffee table.
"What's your name?"
Peter looked into the corner the voice came from and saw a man in his sixties putting down a newspaper.
"Peter, sir"
"Well, you know what to do? Robert did you tell him."
"Yes, Sir". The butler answered, and showed Peter the cabinet with the drinks and glasses.
"Very well then. Robert, you can go, enjoy your afternoon."
The butler made a bow and hurried out of the room.
For a few minutes nothing was said and Peter just stood there in the middle of the room. Then he heard the front door close.
"Remove your clothes then."
Peter obliged, kicking of his shoes first and then stripping down till he stood naked in the room.
"Nice, very nice indeed. I want you to stay in the room and serve my guest well. Now put you cloths in the kitchen and then wait in the hall till the first one arrive."
After he put his cloths in he kitchen Peter returned the hall and sat down on the stairs, the mable felt a bit cold on his ass, and waited.
After some minutes the bell rand and Peter got up he stood behind the door and opened it. A middle age man stepped inside, took a good look at Peter's naked body, and handed him his hat.
Peter hang the hat up and guided the man inside. The two man greeted eachother warmly. The doorbell rang again and Peter went back to open the door, this time he only hit his lower body behind the door. Two elder men came in, smiled at him and walked into the lounge.
Peter poured them the drinks they wanted. It felt strange serving them naked, he could feel their eyes following his every move. He put the bottle back to answer the door again. Within 15 minutes there were about nine men in the room. Peter served them drinks, refilled their glasses when they motioned for it. The rest of the time he stood by the wall, every now and then a man smiled at him. This is easy, Peter thougth. Then the door bell rang again.
"Always the same, always the last one to arrive!" one of the men commented.
Peter, now not so shy anymore, opened the door widely, exposing his naked body to the new visitor. He felt himself turning red when he saw the new visitor was a woman. She nodded her head and stepped in. Peter felt ashamed, he had never been naked in front of a woman, and this woman was old and ugly, wearing to much make-up.
"Please" he stuttered and showed her inside.
"Another refill, please!" One of the men held up his glass.
"Same here!" Another one said.
"A brandy for me, please." the lady said.
Peter filled a brandy glass with the drank. And took the bottle with him to refill the other guest. He had to move between them. When he poured the drank, he delt a hand runnin gover his ass.
"Mmmm, nice".
He moved over the the next glass, a hand cupped his balls. He concentrated on filling the glasses while he felt hand and fingers touching his privates. Even the lady ran her hand over his belly and tugged his cock. He was not sure how to react, hadn't Hans said that the just had to be naked, and that they wouldn't touch him. He moved quickly back to the cabinet and placed the bottles back. Two of the men had opened their trousers and were stroking their cocks.
"Peter, on the table!"
It was the voice of the owner, he too had his pants open. Carefully Peter stepped on the coffee table and looked down at the little circle of people.
"Bent down!" one of the men shouted.
Peter did, touching his toes with his fingers, exposing his pucker for all to see. He hated this, being told what to do. He heard comments of apprecation. He knew what to do and what was expected from him. He closed his eyes and wiggled his ass a bit, pushed his cock and balls back and rubbed his dickhead against his ass opening.
"Nice!"
"Yes!"
When he opened his eyes again he saw the lady pulling up her dress. Above the white silk stocking big hairy thighs were now visible, he looked up a bit more and saw a huge hard cock with a nice set of heavy hairy balls. The `lady' was started to jack her/his cock. Peter got up, strechted holding his arms high up, exposing his naked body for all. He put his hand down, caressing himself, running his hand over his chest and belly. He could hear some men breathing heavier. He placed his legs further apart, running his hands over the inside of his legs from his knees up to his crotch. He got hold of his dick and swayed.
"O fuck, yes!"
He looked down the man who said that and saw him spurting his cum in his hands. His hands moved to his ass, he pushed his ass back, got hold of his buttocks and pulled the apart, while he turned around on the table. His ass was wide open for every one to see. He heard the men moaning louder, some even shouting. He heard them cum, one even applauded.
One of the men went around with napkins, Peter stopped and got of the table and went back to the wall. The men cleaned their cocks and hands with the napkins and buttoned up again. They started to chat again and finish their drinks. One of them looked at his watched.
"Look at the time, have to go."
The man got up and said goodbye to the others, after that he waited. Peter realised that it was his job that he had to show the man out. He guided him back to the front door, the man got some money out of his pocket and placed in Peter´s hand.
"Thanks, nice to see something else for a change" he said and ran his finger over Peter´s chest.
"Thanks and good day Sir." Peter answered and opened the door.
Soon the others followed, each of them giving Peter money. When theay all had left he went back into the lounge.
"I did enjoy that, Peter!" the man said, "and so did my guest." He took his wallet and handed Peter a note of ten guilders. "You can go now."
"Thank you, Sir. Happy you liked it."
Peter ran down to the kitchen and put his cloths back on, he had hated it but with the tips and the money of the old men he had earned more than an average month salary. He took the tram back into the city.
He got off the tram and walked over to a sandwichshop, he quickly ate two sandwiches and a cup of coffee. When he had finished he took a deep breath, time to go to work. The agriculture fair was still on, so he had to start earlier than usual. On the way to the house he thought about Jack, and wandered of he had finished that ship unloading. He felt a bit guilty, he had earned more money in an afternoon than Jack in a whole month. But still he was not happy, at least Jack worked for his money. What had he done, just wiggle his ass and let a bunch of elderly guys shoot.