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I made my way down the hall and joined Joe at the door leading out into the club. Even though I'd just washed my hands they felt sweaty. I rubbed them on my apron as he opened the door.
When Joe walked out, guys started looking our way. It makes sense, and I should have expected it, but the thought never crossed my mind. Not only was I on full display, I would be watched more closely because I was with Joe.
Joe approached the first booth to the left and I fell in next to him. "Gentlemen, how's your afternoon going?" He shook hands with both guys. "Good, Joe - how you doin?" one responded. They were obviously regulars.
I smiled as they looked at me, both noticing my cock peeking out under the apron. "Guys, this is my new guy, Marc."
I nodded. "Gentlemen," I said, meeting their eyes. Neither man had drinks yet, so I asked, "Can I get you something from the bar?"
Joe took a side step and even though I didn't take my eyes off of the guys at the table, I could see he was smiling.
"What kind of beer do you have?" The guy to my right asked.
"We have just about everything," I said. "Is there something specific you like?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll have a Guinness," he said.
"Very good, sir," I replied.
"And for you, sir?"
"Gimme a jack and coke," he said.
"Very good, sir," I said. "Would you like menus?" I asked.
"Yeah, that'd be good," the last guy said.
"I'll be right back with your drinks and menus," I said. As I walked to the bar, Joe walked beside me.
"Well, talk about initiative," he said. "I like the way you handled the beer question, too... and you're right, we do have just about everything, so good call."
As we walked to the bar, I noticed a computer off to the side and figured I'd give it a try... so I walked up to the computer and typed in my 5-digit code. BING. There I was, already in the system.
"Well fuck me sideways," Joe said. As he stood there impressed, I picked the table from the the display, typed in the drink orders and pressed the "send" then the "close" buttons on the screen.
"You ever 'waited tables' before, Marc?" Joe asked me. "Nope," I answered. He just shook his head.
We went to the bar and Joe introduced me. "Cal, this is Marc... my new waiter," he said. I put my hand out for a fist bump knowing bartenders have all kinds of shit on their hands.
"Nice to meet you," Cal said bumping my fist.
"You too," I replied. 'Yet another guy who would be fun to wrestle with,' I thought. For a split second I forgot about the apron, but a cool gust of air on my ass snapped me back to reality.
"Hi, Joe," a voice behind me said.
"Ricky," Joe said, clapping the waiter on his naked shoulder. "This is Marc," he introduced me.
"Very nice to meet you," Ricky said. He looked down at my cock and I could tell he liked what he saw.
"Ricky, I'm gonna' give Marc 'Bank 1,' ok?" Joe said. "I know it's his first day, but he seems like a natural."
"That's fine. I'm here until 5 and I'll help him if he needs it. Besides, there's only that one table there so far."
"Marc," Cal said as my drinks were ready. "Excuse me," I said, nodding at Ricky and Joe. "Drafts and single-pours are twofer until 7," Cal said leaning over the bar, "so let the guys at your table know. We have a new special that starts at 7, but I'll tell you about that later." Cal winked at me and headed to the other end of the bar. I caught myself staring at his muscular ass and snapped out of it quickly.
I grabbed two menus and a drink tray from the computer stand and headed back to my table.
"Nice," Ricky said as I walked past.
Now, I was being ogled, huh? I looked back at him over my shoulder and smiled... he winked at me. Well, what did I expect?
After I'd delivered the drinks and taken their orders Joe told me that 'Bank 1' was my section of tables tonight. 75 tables in the entire place, divided into 8 'banks.' Bank 1 was the smallest with 5 tables, all the other banks had 10 which is why more than one waiter will work a bank some nights. Bank 1 is smaller because it's usually for VIP's, so - while it's a highly coveted section - Joe thought it would be good for me to make the extra money on my first night. Bank 1's tables are 'Reservation Only,' so I could expect guys who were regulars, knew how to play the game and knew how to tip very well.
"Just keep in contact with your customers and you'll do fine," Joe said.
As I stood near the bar listening to some basic instructions from Joe I felt my dick plumping up again. I tried to tell myself that it wasn't much different than being in a wrestling singlet in front of hundreds of people, but it wasn't working. This WAS different and my cock knew it.
I looked back at my table and could see that both men were almost done with their drinks, so I asked Cal for the seconds. The patrons at my table were young - probably mid-30's. 'Guinness' was wearing a wedding ring, had a shaved head, mustache, goatee, jeans, boots and a nice polo. 'Single pour' had a thick head of sandy blonde hair, wire-rimmed glasses, tan, thick arms and shoulders and was dressed mostly the same.
I was about to get their their drinks from the bar when Joe came up to me, lightly touching my arm. "C'mere for a sec," he said, motioning me to follow him.
We walked back into the hallway and he handed me another apron. "I think this one is a bit longer," he said. "Most guys don't have the dick you do, and - hey - part of the fun is in the imagination, right?" he winked when he said that.
I traded aprons with him and, he was right - this one was longer. Joe gave me a 'thumbs up' signal and motioned for the door.
I got the drinks and decided to play with my new-found exhibitionism. I approached the table and tried to figure which one would be the easier mark... 'single pour' or 'Guinness.' I decided to try for the Guinness guy because he was wearing a wedding ring. He was obviously here for something he wasn't getting at home, so I figured I might be able to give him some eye candy. He had his arm over the back of the chair next to him, so I figured I'd get close to his hand hanging off the back and see what he did.
I approached and stood near Guinness's hand as I put the drinks on the table. "I'm sorry I didn't mention it earlier guys - drafts and single-pours are two-for-one, so here's your second drinks," I said.
"Cool - thanks," Guinness replied. He was eyeing me now, looking to see if he could still see my cock, which was no longer poking out from under my apron. "So, I guess you work-out," he said, cocking his head to the side and eyeing me all over.
"Yeah, I do - a lot, actually," I answered him. I was facing him and my perception of his chair height made me imagine that he was very close to eye-level with my cock. My dick started to rise a bit at that thought and I flexed my PC muscles to make it jump. He noticed right away, started to reach out, but then pulled his hand back. I wanted him to touch me, so I stepped forward - closer to him and his hand hanging off the back of the chair, never taking my eyes off his eyes. My dick was getting hard - jutting out in front of me... and I knew if I took another step forward his hand would be in contact with him cock - with my apron in between, of course.
"Where do you go to school?" he asked still looking at my cock area, but before I could answer he said, "eh, fuck the small talk... you are one hot mother fucker," he added. He dropped his left hand to his crotch and rubbed himself a little. A nice outline of his cock very visible through his slacks.
I looked at his friend who was obviously enjoying this exchange and smiled... he smiled back.
"Thanks," I said. "As Joe said, I'm new, so I'm still getting the hang of this," might as well be honest, I figured. "Can I take your order for food and then come back to your table to talk?"
So far, no one was seated at my other tables.
"Yeah," Guinness breathed. "I want to see your ass walking away to PUT IN my ORDER." He was obviously being suggestive by punctuating those words.
I smiled, took their orders and walked to the computer... conscious that they were both staring at my ass. I was willing my cock to stay down, but - once again - I could feel it creeping up and when I got to the computer, I looked down to see that I was tenting the apron, almost at 'half mast.'
I must have been lost in thought because I jumped with Ricky came up behind me. "Everything ok?" he asked.
I completed my order and stepped to the side. "Yeah," I said. "Just a little nervous - and turned on," I added.
He chuckled. "I think I had a woody for the first week just thinking about this place."
"I'm used to walking around in a singlet," I said, "and those things leave nothing to the imagination, but here..." - I stopped to breathe - "... here, you're so on - display, y'know?"
"That's why I like it," he said, smiling. "Hey, you should talk to Cal," he pointed at Cal, the bartender. "He's on the wrestling team at UT. And there's another guy who's on the team with him who also works here. His name's 'Matt.'"
"Wow... we've got the makings of a wrestling show, huh?" I said, laughing.
"THAT is a great idea," he said. "You should mention it to Joe."
I smiled. It did sound like fun.
I went back to my table to talk with 'Guinness.' I walked around to the back of the table to give me more privacy. I squatted onto one knee and allowed my apron to ride up, showing my entire package to the married guy.
"Holy fuck," he said. "Chet, can you see this?"
"Yeah, Mike, I see it... fuckin' hot."
"What I wouldn't give to have that meat in my mouth right now," Guinness, who's name was Mike, said.
I smiled and noticed the host seating another one of my tables.
"Sorry, guys... I have another table coming in. I'll be back with your food soon," I said and winked.
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The next few hours flew by.
I caught up with Joe around 5:00. "Joe," I started, "you like the way I look, right?" I knew he did.
"Are you kidding me? Fuck yeah," he answered. "Why?"
"Well, I need to eat about every two hours to stay like this. Can I get a chicken breast or something like that?" I was really starting to get hungry.
"You're allowed breaks, so just make sure your tables are covered if you take one, ok?" Joe said. I nodded. "You can eat anything you want any time you want. Food is always on the house for my guys, but that's only for YOU guys, understand? Not your friends, not the customers... just you."
"Got it, Joe. Thanks."
I checked in with Wilson, the host at the front, and asked about my tables. Since they were all reserved, and - at the moment - all empty, I wondered how much time I had. After finding that the next reservation was at 5:30, I told Cal I was going to grab something to eat and would be back in 10 minutes. I punched in an order for a grilled chicken breast salad and went to the kitchen to get it to eat.
I was glad I ate quickly, because I entered the club just as three guys were being shown to one of my tables. They were obviously gay - in look and actions - and I fought the stress I was feeling. I guess I hadn't thought about gay guys coming in here, but all the customers were going to be gay to some degree, weren't they?
Time passed quickly and by 6:15 four of my five tables were full and I was having fun. Some of the tables in the club were filling up, too, so I knew Joe was probably right when he said the place would be packed. It was Friday night, afterall.
Joe told me my shift would end at 9:00 since I'd been there since 2:15, but as 8:30 rolled-around I wasn't looking forward to leaving. I had one table that had been reserved all night, but the patron still hadn't shown up, so I figured I wouldn't get to have all tables full tonight. I'd still made a good bit of money, though... almost $600 if I was keeping track correctly! I found that I could flirt a little more and increase my tips. Hell, 'Guinness' and 'single pour' left me a $200 tip, so I must have done something right. I was at the computer ordering some food for myself to take home when I noticed someone being shown to my empty table. It was 8:55 and I'd already talked to Jay, the guy covering Bank 1 for the rest of the night, but he was busy with two tables of his own.
So I headed to that table on my own. I placed a menu on the table and started with, "Good evening, sir..." before I froze.
"Hi, Marc," he said, smirking. "I didn't know you worked here."
"Hi, Greg. How are you?" I asked. What are the chances of the neighbor guy who spied me jacking-off yesterday would catch me in here? My head started swimming...
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