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"Hey - I wasn't sure if you'd show," Ryan said.
"Why wouldn't I?" I asked him.
"You left in a hurry this afternoon and didn't say much, so I didn't know. Want to come in for a sec?" He led the way into the house.
"You live here alone?" I asked. This was a big house and I could see a huge pool in the back yard through the sliding doors. Nice place. Impressive.
He stopped and looked at me. "Yeah. I bought it about a year ago. Distressed property values... owners were underwater. I got it for a good price. My car's in the garage. Let's head out, ok?"
I followed him into the garage and was floored to see him climb into a Porche Cayenne. Ok... what the fuck is going on?
As we got into the car, I noticed that he was wearing khaki's and a nice shirt, while I had just thrown on regular clothes. "Am I dressed alright for where we're going?"
"It's fine," he said, and backed out of the garage.
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We headed West.
"Where are we going?" I asked. I was getting suspicious, but I know I can take care of myself.
"Marc, about two years ago I was kinda' in the same position you are. I had bills, needed money and didn't know how a college guy could make a fairly decent check and still go to school, y'know?"
"I'm listening," I said.
"Tell me more about yourself," he said. "I don't really know much about who you are or what you do. I mean, I know you sing and had great reviews in Boston... what about here? Why Tampa? Why USF over Boston Conservatory?"
I shrugged. "My parents are in California, but I wanted to live in Florida, but not North Florida. FSU music school is good, but - in the end - it won't matter where I go for music cuz I'm also getting a Business Economics degree."
"Cool." He was listening. "Play any sports on campus?" he asked.
"Yeah - I'm on the wrestling team," I said. "So - where are we going?"
"We're heading just past the airport, so we'll be there in 10 minutes."
The dashboard clock read 5:53, but we were hitting traffic. "You drink beer?" he asked.
"Yeah, but I won't be 21 for a few weeks."
He smiled and looked at me. "It won't matter. Where we're going they won't care... and the drinks are on me!"
I put my head back against the headrest and just listened to the music. 'Ok,' I thought... 'I'll play along - for now.'
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We got to the Courtney Campbell Causeway and turned back through roads I'd didn't recognize. It's not a seedy area, but seemed to be off the beaten path. We kept driving behind buildings until we arrived at a high-walled area with a gate. The gate was open, so we drove right in and parked in front of a nondescript steel building. The small sign over the door said "Joe's Club."
There were quite a few very nice cars in the parking lot... BMW's, Mercedes, Audi's, Jag's, a Maserati and I know I saw a Lotus. I felt safe enough, so I followed Ryan to the building. The guard at the door didn't check our ID's or anything because he obviously knew Ryan and waved us right in.
I stepped inside and paused, blinking hard several times to allow my eyes to adjust to the change in the light from outside.
We were in an outer room... a few tables here and there and a couple of waiters milling around. The waiters were shirtless, but had on black aprons... no, make that naked - holy fuck, one of the guys just turned around and I can see that he's definitely not wearing clothes.
"Uhh, Ryan..." I started, but he cut me off.
"Look - just relax and follow me."
I could hear music in the other room and that seemed like where we were going. I felt like I was on display, though. I was definitely underdressed, wearing a tight t-shirt, basketball shorts and tennis shoes. I was suddenly conscious of the fact that I put on an older, stretched-out jock strap and knew my entire cock outline was very visible.
I looked around, smiled nervously and could tell guys were watching me. I was putting the pieces together quickly... this is obviously some gay club I've never heard of (not that I would have), but it wasn't sleazy. I mean, I'm putting all this together as we're walking, but I see guys in suits, lots of guys in ties... mostly 30's to 50, I guessed. No one in shorts or sneakers. My heartbeat was speeding up and I felt my breathing start to get shallow, so I started taking deeper breaths to calm down, but I was walking into the back of a building with someone I barely knew.
We walked down a hallway that curved to the right and stopped at a set of double doors with very large guys on either side. I turned around and could no longer see the other door around the curve behind us.
"Hey, Ryan," Big Guy #1 said.
Ryan smiled. "How ya' doing, Meat?" he asked.
Big Guy #1, who was obviously Meat, nodded and opened the door for us, motioning us in with his arm.
The music was louder, but not overpowering, and immediately we were in a much larger room. The ceilings were high, but painted black with dim, muted light beaming downward. It seemed to glow about 10 feet above the floor and just stop there. It wasn't smokey - and I was glad - because, as a singer I DON'T do cigarette smoke. The bar to the left was back-lit and there were rows and rows of all types of liquor. I'm just guessing, but I'll bet there were 30 taps of beer, easy. The bartender was tall, muscular and wearing an apron like the waiters in the other room, so probably naked, but I couldn't tell from the doorway.
We walked in slowly, Ryan keeping pace with me because I was trying to take it all in and still calm my nerves, though I don't know why I was so nervous.
Then, we were approached by a guy who looked mildly important. "Ryan, it's been too long. How are you?" He shook Ryan's hand and pulled him in for a hug, clasping him between the shoulder blades a couple of times, but never looking at me. Ryan had his full attention as he turned him toward the bar and left me standing there.
Fuck that! 'Ignore me at your peril,' was the thought that flashed through my mind. I caught up and got right in front of them, putting my hand out for a handshake.
"Hey. I'm Eric," I said. My voice sounded deeper and stronger than I intended, but that was good for an intro, right?
The guy stopped and cocked his head at me, then looked at Ryan. Ryan smiled and the guy said, "Yep."
He let go of Ryan and put his hand out, shaking mine and enveloping it with his other hand on the back of my hand. "I'm 'Joe,'" he said... "and I own the club. Let's get you a drink."
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I thought we would head for the bar, but we walked to a booth on the side of the wall, Joe guiding me with his hand at the small of my back. I was moving from being nervous to being protective of my personal space and was just about to remove his fucking hand when he sped-up to reach the table.
Because I wrestle, I'm very good at guessing sizes and weights of other guys, so I quickly sized him up in my mind. Even though he was wearing a sports coat I guessed 6'3", 195-210, broad shoulders and chest, so he was strong, but I didn't get to see his legs or glutes, so I don't know how strong for sure. He's a good-looking guy, I admitted. Thick, medium-length, wavy dark blonde hair, styled, but not combed. Nice teeth and not tan, but not bone white. I'm guessing 35 years old?
As we sat in the booth, I said, "This is a like a mobster movie. The owner of the club has his own private booth..." they interrupted me with laughter and I started laughing.
"Ryan said the exact same thing the first time he came in here," Joe said.
Ryan nodded. "I did... it's true."
We slid into a booth, with me in the middle, Joe on my left and Ryan on my right. Immediately, a waiter was at our table. I noticed that his apron was very short, falling just above his upper thighs... and his cock was making a gentle tent in front, although he obviously wasn't erect. I'm not sure, but his cock head might have been sticking out from underneath just a little.
Ryan didn't skip a beat, but I saw his eyes slowly scan our waiter starting with his eyes, looking at his chest and coming to rest on the waiter's package as he spoke... "What flavors of vodka do you have?" he asked. I watched Ryan, immediately mesmerized. He licked his lips, almost imperceptibly, but his eyes never left the waiter's lower apron area.
I looked at the waiter, who was obviously well trained for this. He simultaneously began reciting the list of vodka flavors while he shifted his weight, moved closer to Ryan and spread his legs just enough for his apron to move, causing his cock head to clear the bottom of the apron. I swallowed hard and felt my cock stir under the table. Ryan's eyes never left the waiter's cock, but he moved his right hand from his lap to resting his arm on the edge of the table... his hand hanging off the side.
Our waiter kept eye contact with Ryan, having now rattled off more flavors than I was counting as he leaned in to allow the tip of his cock to brush the back of Ryan's hand. I saw the muscles in Ryan's forearm flex, so I knew he was moving his hand, but it was so slight that I didn't see it.
The spit was thickening in my throat, but I didn't want to cough or clear my throat and disturb the scene in front of me. I felt like my ears were buzzing because the blood was now rushing through my body... my heart beating faster and my breathing getting more shallow. My cock was swelling in my shorts... thankfully, I'd worn a loose jock.
Ryan looked up into the waiter's eyes then, but didn't move his hand. The waiter twinkled his eyes at Ryan, though he didn't change any of the muscles in his face. "What was that first one you mentioned?" Ryan asked. He was playing with him.
"Sour apple, sir," the waiter replied.
"Yes. That's what I'll have," Ryan said. "With tonic," he added.
"Very good, sir. And you?" he asked looking at me.
"Ss..." my voice cracked and I gently coughed to clear my throat. "Sam Adams, please."
"On tap, sir?" he asked. He was looking at me and smiled, but hadn't moved away from Ryan at all, and even though he was making eye contact with me, peripherally, I could see that Ryan's hand was still very much in contact with the waiter's junk. I nodded.
"Very good, sir." He then looked at Joe and I finally looked at his face and body. Lean, but muscular, 5'11", 180. Great build, firm legs and muscular arms... probably had a great "V" going on back there. I guessed his age at 22.
"The usual, sir?" He asked Joe.
Joe nodded. "Thank you, Chase."
Our waiter now had a name.
"Very good, sir," he said to Joe. Then, looking back down at Ryan - but not moving - he asked, "will there be anything more, sir?"
Ryan was still looking at Chase's cock and slowly turned his hand over so that Chase's cock was now resting in his palm. He moved his thumb to stroke Chase's cockhead as he asked, "Is there anything you'd recommend?"
I looked at Chase's face wondering how all of this was going on right in front of me. His face still had that friendly look, but he looked like he was very much in control.
"Are you hungry, sir?" Chase asked.
Ryan took a deep breath in, pursed his lips and slowly blew into Chase's cock as he fondled it with his thumb. His fingers had disappeared beneath Chase's scrotum and were obviously holding his balls. "It depends on the menu," Ryan said.
"Very good, sir. I'll bring a menu for you."
And, with that statement, Ryan removed his hand and Chase walked away from the table.
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My cock was straining against my shorts so bad and I was glad I'd jerked-off just this afternoon. I sat in stunned silence and looked at Joe who was looking at Ryan and both men were smiling.
"You're bad," Joe said to Ryan.
"No, I'm good," Ryan replied... "and so is he... and he's fucking hot, Joe."
"I know, I know. He's one of my best, but - as you know - touching is not on the menu," he said.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see how he would react... and he did invite me," Ryan smirked.
"You're lucky you were at my table," Joe said with a grin.
They both looked at me and Joe looked the tent in my shorts. "Looks like you enjoyed that," he said, cutting his eyes at my crotch.
I looked at Ryan and back at Joe and smiled. "Holy fuck," was all I could say.
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"So," Joe started looking at me, "you've got questions and, knowing Ryan, he hasn't told you a damn thing."
I looked at Ryan and nodded... "he didn't even give me a warning," I said looking back at Joe.
The conversation paused as Chase approached the table with our drinks. As Chase placed them, he began with Joe's drink, then mine and finally Ryan's. He then placed menus in front of us.
Ryan had reached into his pocket during this process and then handed Chase two $100 bills.
"Drinks are on me," Joe said.
"Thank you, Joe," Ryan said, never averting his focus from Chase.
Chase took the bills from Ryan and placed them in a pouch on the backside of the apron. "Thank you, sir," Chase said to Ryan, but didn't move to leave the table.
"We're going to talk for a minute, then we might order dinner," Ryan replied... "but can I just say, Chase, you are an incredible sight." Ryan was now smiling and... wow... he has a nice smile.
Chase also smiled at that point. "Well, thank you, sir, but it takes one to know one," he said, letting his guard down.
Joe laughed and Chase winked at Joe. "Please let me know when you're ready to order." Joe gave Chase a 'three fingers' sign, Chase nodded, then walked away from the table.
My erection didn't have time to subside and now, as I looked at Chase's muscular ass and hamstrings, I thought of him in a singlet with me on the mat in some sort of offensive position.
Joe snapped me back to reality... "So," he continued, "this is what I do," he said, motioning around the club with a wave of his arm. "Some men are into other men. Some men are into the fantasy of another man. Some guys just get off on seeing two guys flirt - as is happening with you right now - and I don't judge, but I want to give men a safe place to be."
We all took a drink from our glasses and Joe continued, "These men are not prostitutes and, as a general rule, there is only VERY LIGHT touching allowed." He scowled at Ryan when he said that while Ryan mocked him with rolling eyes. "Every one of the young men who works here is either in college currently or is going to college... USF, HCC, TBT, Eckerd, UT... I don't care where they go, as long as they go. And I make them prove it with report cards and class progress reports, because I'm not looking for guys trying to make a quick buck. I want guys who take care of their minds - and bodies - and want to make some good money."
I took a few big gulps of my beer. I knew where this was going.
"What's the stage for?" I asked, motioning to the stage opposite the bar.
"We have shows on the weekends. Amatuers sometimes, but mostly guys who just work here... but - look around - the guys who come in here aren't the same guys who go to the bathhouses on the weekends. These guys are doctors, lawyers, professional guys who pay a fee to come in here. Drinks and food is moderately priced because I want them to tip the waiters and dancers... and" - motioning to Ryan - "as you saw, they tip very well."
I looked at Ryan then. "So, this is how you made money?" I asked him.
"Yep. I worked here for two years and had a great time," he answered.
"And you didn't have another job while going to school?"
He shook his head and swallowed his drink. "I didn't need to," he said. "Listen. I don't know what's typical, ok? And I don't care. I think I made $1500 in two nights my first week here and I never made less than that for two years."
I looked at Joe, then back at Ryan. "So, you brought me because you thought I'd want to do this?" I asked. I heard Joe let out a sigh and Ryan gave a worried look at him.
"I thought it was a good possibility," he answered.
"How many guys you have working here at one time?" I asked Joe. "I mean, if Ryan never made less than $1500 a week for two years then there can't be that much competition?"
I'm an E-Con major, so I'm doing the math and crunching numbers in my head... but I liked the way the money sounded.
"First off," Joe said, "no one knows about how much money floats through here, so Ryan should be careful throwing figures around." He took a long drink and so did I. "I've had as many as 20 guys here on one night, though that was when we had a big convention in town several years ago. Listen, everyone has a 'type,' and I try to keep a lot of variety so you won't be competing too hard with other guys. But I've never had guys complain about the pay. A lot of it is what you put into it, but you'd be paid as a waiter and be required to claim some of your tips. What the guys do with the rest is up to them and I don't have to report your tips to the IRS." He emptied his glass and so did I. "If you're interested, we can try you out when you have some time."
As soon as Joe's glass touched the table, Chase was back with another round, three large appetizer samplers and plates and silverware for all of us. I guess that's what the 'three fingers sign' was that Joe flashed him earlier.
"Thanks for the food and drinks," I said to Joe.
"Yes, thanks Joe," Ryan said.
"Don't mention it, you guys," Joe answered. We each started grabbing food.
I took a deep drink from my fresh beer. "So, no sex, right?" I asked Joe. He shook his head, but had a mouthful of food, so I continued, "I'd just be mostly nude the whole time I'm here, right?"
"Just like what you've seen here. Two things will get you fired. Anything sexual on the premises and drinking on the premises if you're working that day," he said. "How old are you?" he asked then.
"I'm 20, but I'll be 21 in about five weeks" I said, honestly.
"Yeah - so that's your last beer in here until you're 21 and not working that day, ok?"
I nodded.
"From what I've seen so far, you've got the body for this, but I will want to see you naked before we finalize anything. That ok with you?" he wiped his mouth and looked at me.
Locking him in my stare, I pulled my shorts and jockstrap off, pulled my shirt off and laid them on the booth between myself and Ryan then went back to eating. I was now sitting butt-ass naked in the booth... my chubbed-up cock sticking at a 45-degree angle, but I could feel it getting hard quickly.
"I'm fine with that," I said.
He laughed, Ryan sat there with his eyes bugging out and mouth wide open and Chase saw the whole thing from the other side of the room and winked at me.
"I think this could be fun," I said.
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