Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2014 13:52:04 +0000
From: Stuart James <guy_in_boots@hotmail.com>
Subject: David Plays The Game

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David Plays the Game

David and Scott went to the kitchen for breakfast the next day. David often
began his day in the kitchen. He enjoyed the time he spent with Mrs
McTavish. She had probably had the greatest influence on the development of
the young David and he loved her dearly. And he thought Scott would benefit
from her guidance and, when necessary, her scolding.

"You're very quiet this morning, Scott," Mrs McTavish said.

"David told me I talk too much and listen too little. So I am trying to do
better."

Mrs McTavish smiled at the person she now considered to be her new
charge. "If you remember that you have two ears and only one mouth, you
might get the proportion about right. I have made you some lunch to take to
school with you. I need to go and do some shopping this afternoon. If you
give me a call when you are finished at school, I will come and pick you up
and you can come with me."

Scott pulled a face which fortunately Mrs McTavish did not see as she was
pouring cups of tea. David kicked Scott on the shin. "I should like that
very much," Scott said. At that moment his 'phone beeped. He got it out of
his pocket and looked at the two text messages waiting to be read. "£750
will be paid into your account on first of each month, starting
October. £1500 credited today. Dad," Scott read out. "The one from my
mother is even briefer. It just says 'OK'. Guess you are stuck with me
now." Scott frowned.

Mrs McTavish came and sat alongside him and took hold of his hand. "You
can't choose your family but you can choose your friends. We have chosen
you. So you are the one who is stuck." Scott put his arm around Mrs
McTavish's shoulder.

Peter came into the kitchen. "There is to be a special board meeting this
afternoon as a decision needs to be made as to what to do during Sylvia's
absence. Mark thinks you should go and so do I."

"Mark knows I am back?"

"They told him you had visited when he went to the hospital. He called me
last night. He also told me that he will be in the office this morning."
David did not reply. He sat thinking while he finished his tea. He got
up. "I will drive you to school in about 10 minutes Scott. I know it is a
little early, but I had better go and see Mark before I go to the
hospital."

David went up to his bedroom. He went to his clothes cupboard and got out
the clothes Mark had given him before their visit to the opera. He changed
into the black leather jeans, the white polo neck jumper, the black harness
boots and the black leather jacket. He looked at himself in the mirror and
began to wonder if this was a good idea. Especially as he was getting an
erection at the thought of his American lover. Scott came in. "That looks
nice. Could quite fancy you myself, if I wasn't shagging some other guy,"
Scott said. David gave Scott a hug and then he drove him to school.

David drove to the company offices and went up to Marks office. His office
had been redecorated in a modern style since his last visit and there was a
new assistant behind the desk.

"I would like to see Mr Savage please," David said.

"I am sorry but Mr Savage has asked not to be disturbed. Perhaps I can
contact you when I have spoken to him. What is your name?"

David just pointed to his picture on the wall amongst that of the other
directors of the firm. The assistant went bright red. Her embarrassment was
obvious. At that moment Mark Savage came out of his office. He stopped and
stared at David. "Hello Mark. It's good to see you again." Mark indicated
that they should go into his office. As he passed Mark's assistant he said
"I did your job once. It pays to know people's faces."

Mark closed the door and looked at David. Then he clasped him in a big bear
hug. David realised not only why he found this man so attractive but also
why he loved him. But he also knew that they could not be a couple again,
not least as most of the issues that had driven them apart had yet to be
resolved.

"I thought you might punch me on the nose," David said. Mark gave him a
playful tap on the nose.

"I could never do that. I have missed you. I see you still wear the clothes
I chose for you. I like that. I am glad you have come to see me. There is
something you should know and I would rather you hear it from me. I have
met someone else. His name is Ben. And we live together."

David looked at his feet. Although he knew before he came that he and Mark
could not get back together again, the news he had just been given came
like a bucket of cold water poured over him. Although his face did not
match his words David said "I am pleased for you. You deserved better than
me. I hope it works well, but I hope we can remain friends."

"I don't know how easy that will be. I still have strong feelings for
you. But if we are to work together we have to sort something out,
otherwise I will have to look for another job."

The mention of work gave David the excuse to change the subject. "Yes
Sylvia. What do you think?"

"From what I saw yesterday, I don't think she will ever be able to return
to work here. So I think we will need a new Chairman at some point."

"I have known Sylvia all my life really, and I am not prepared to appoint a
new Chairman at this stage. We owe her that."

"I agree," said Mark. "You told me I would like working with her. I found
her infuriating, argumentative and she questioned every decision I made, it
seemed. And I loved every minute of it. I propose either that I take on her
duties until.....well you know. Or better still that we appoint a deputy
chairman to take on her role while she is absent. I intend to suggest you
for that position if you agree. If nothing else it will give us a chance to
see if we can work together and bring you up to speed on what the firm is
doing."

"If the board agree, I will accept. I do not propose to attend the
meeting. I think the board should feel completely free to discuss this. But
I will not agree to Sylvia being replaced. I will sack the board if
necessary if they try to do it."

"You always said that you would not dictate to the board, and you just said
that you wanted them to be free to discuss this matter without you. Can I
expect you to use ultimatums in the future? I could not work like that."

"There are some things in this world that you just know are right. This is
one of them. And I will not do what I believe to be wrong just for the sake
of pleasing other people. I hope I never have to throw my weight around
again. But on a question of right and wrong, I will always try to choose
right, whatever the cost."

"As we agree in this matter, let's leave it there."

David got up to leave. "Did Ben pass the Jessie test?"

"Yes. Although she was very upset about you and me. She really liked you."

"Next time she is over from the States, ask her to give me a call. I should
like to take her out to dinner. I really liked her, and I don't want to
lose two Savages." He gave Mark a rather weak smile and left.

He went straight to the hospital. "I have just seen Mark, Sylvia. He
stirred up all the old passions I had for him. But if you could wave your
magic wand and get us back together again, I am still not sure I am ready
to commit to one person for all time, however much I want him. And as you
can't wave your wand at the moment , I guess I have to try and put it
behind me and move forward. Now where did I leave you yesterday? Oh, yes,
on the way to Hamburg."

Kurt drove down through Sweden and into Denmark and then they took the
ferry across to Germany. They stopped for coffee and for something to eat a
couple of times but still managed the near 1000 kilometre drive in 12
hours. Kurt did not speak much on the journey. He asked David a few
questions about himself but did not probe when David gave vague
answers. The journey gave David time to look at the man next to him. While
he liked masculine men, big muscles did not usually attract David. But he
imagined what it would be like to have this man on top of him and maybe in
him. He tried a few oblique gambits to see if Kurt might be interested in
him. After all he had said that he found David attractive. But Kurt
rebuffed or ignored them all.

When they arrived at Kurt's apartment, they were both tired. Kurt showed
David to his room and pointed out the key in the lock on the door. David
went to bed straight away and slept well. He did not lock the door. He
awoke at almost 8.00am. Although his room had its own sink and toilet, it
did not have a bath or a shower. So David went in search of a
bathroom. There was a large white bath towel in his room and he wrapped it
around his waist. Apart from the towel, he was naked. He could hear noise
coming from a room to the left of the main living area. He went through the
door into the kitchen where Kurt was sitting eating a slice of toast. He
looked up at David. Did he spot a flash of interest on the German's face?
David could not be sure.

"I would like to have a shower if that is OK?" David said in German.

"You speak German. That is good although not essential. Do you speak any
other languages?"

David reeled off the languages he spoke which included all the main Western
European ones. "Impressive. The bathroom is first door on your left."

David got in the shower and stood under the stream of hot water washing
away yesterday's journey. Kurt came into the bathroom to clean his
teeth. He glanced at David but did not stare and did not say
anything. David's cock went to full mast and he stroked it to orgasm once
Kurt had left, while thinking about the big powerful man.

After he had showered and dressed he found Kurt sitting on the sofa in the
lounge reading a newspaper. "When do I start work, Kurt?"

"I will take you to my club 'The Gay Hussar' in a couple of hours. It is my
biggest club and usually the busiest. Paul, who I suppose you could call my
head boy, will tell you what you need to do and give you your shifts. He
doesn't normally start work until late afternoon but has agreed to come in
early to sort you out." David went and helped himself to some coffee and
toast. He then cleaned up the kitchen. Kurt had not asked him to do it, but
it helped pass the time.

Kurt drove David into town. He stopped outside some large premises over the
door to which was a red neon sign saying 'The Gay Hussar' in large letters
and 'members only' in smaller letters. He honked the car horn and a blond
guy that David guessed must be in his late 20's came out. "You must be
David, my new boy," he said in a very camp voice. "Walk this way." He
turned and minced away, with hips swaying, back through the door to the
club. David followed him and Kurt drove off.

David was taken into a large room that was filled with lots of clothes on
racks. Paul came up to him and started feeling David's arms and
chest. David could see his mouth pouting as he did it. He looked all round
his face. "Take your clothes off. All of them." David did as he was told
and stood in front of Paul naked. Paul took David's cock and balls in his
hand. "Good size, so we can show them off."

"What do you mean?" David asked.

"We need to dress you boys to your best advantage. It is no good, for
example putting a guy, however gorgeous he may be, in a tight pair of
shorts if he has a small cock." Paul giggled as he said that. David
concluded that he did everything in an exaggerated, and very camp,
way. "You can put your underpants on." David did so and Paul started
looking him over again. I think the butch side would be best for you
dearie. I can just see you in a pair of black leather chaps with a studded
leather jock strap. Maybe oil your chest a bit. But need to get you a bit
of a tan first. But I think we will start you off with.....". Paul went
over to a rack and got a pair of very faded and ripped jeans. David took
them and put them on. They were very tight.

"Have you got any boxer shorts? Never mind I will find you a pair." He
opened a drawer and came back with a pair of white boxers. David removed
the jeans and underpants and put the boxers on followed by the
jeans. Before he could do them up, Paul stuck his hand down the front of
the underpants and moved his cock so it pointed to the left. When he did
the tight jeans up, his cock was quite visible. "That will be worth quite a
few Euros to us," Paul giggled. "Nice chest. I think just a black leather
waistcoat. He got one and gave it to David who put it on. "Ever thought of
getting your nipples pierced? The punters love those."

"I don't really think so."

"As you like. But maybe you could get a bigger ring through your cock so
that it shows? I know one or two punters who would pay big money just to
see that. Cowboy boots I think. Nothing too fancy. You will have to walk
around in them for a long time. Paul selected a pair of fairly plain low
heel boots in black with just a rounded point. "Put you in higher heels
when you are in chaps. Shows your arse off better. Now follow me. "

Paul led him to another smaller room where there was another guy sitting
reading a newspaper in a hairdressers chair. "Thanks for coming in Dieter
sweetie. This is David. Could you tidy up his hair and, I think, put some
highlights in? Dieter will look after you. He makes all our boys look
pretty. I will be back in a second."

David shook Dieters hand and then sat in the chair. Dieter set to work
trimming his hair. "You'll enjoy working here. Paul is a real sweet guy and
looks after all his boys, some of whom call him their mother hen."

"He is a bit in your face."

At that moment Paul came back. Now we open at 8.00pm tonight. I have
scheduled you to start when we open. It won't get busy until about
midnight, so you will have a chance to get used to the place. There will be
4 other boys to start with and 2 more will come on about 11.00. There is
also the barman and a couple of doormen in case of trouble. All drinks are
put on a tab. Some punters pay it when they leave. Some have an account. It
is important that you charge the right account especially when there is a
group. The person who summons you over gets the bill. But if in doubt just
ask who's bill it should go on. Most punters will give you a tip in cash
but not on every round. Never look as if you expect one. If they ask you to
sit down and talk to them, you can for no more than 5 minutes, and only if
we are not too busy. You can dance with a punter but no sex and no kissing
in public. If the punters want that they can pay the sex boys who have
rooms upstairs."

"You mean prostitutes work here?"

"Of course. But I think sex boys sounds nicer don't you? If you make an
arrangement to meet someone outside make sure you record the details in the
book behind the bar. That is not me spying on you. Well not just that. It
is for your own safety. You keep two-thirds of the tips you make. The rest
goes to me, the barman and so on. Don't try to keep some money back. You
will be found out and you will be out of here. Is that alright?" Paul did
not wait for an answer. "When you have finished Diet baby, take him to get
nice and tanned." He then left again.

Dieter made an excellent job of David's hair. He was a bit apprehensive
about the highlights, but found he really liked the final effect. As he
looked at himself in costume in the mirror, he realised that Paul actually
knew what he was doing. After the tanning session, David put his own
clothes on. Paul suggested that they go and get something to eat and took
him to a traditional bar across the street. Paul ordered them both a plate
of pork stew with dumplings, which David thought tasted very good.

"I forgot to mention that you can have as many soft drinks as you want. But
no alcohol until you finish and then only in the boys rest room. And the
boys rest room is where you go for a pee. I can't have the boys using the
punters facilities. Punters know you can't accept drinks from them, so they
won't offer."

"Can I ask you a question? About Kurt."

Paul laughed. "Why has he not made a play for you?". David nodded. "
Wondered what type you went for. He had a big thing with one of the boys
last year. But even though I warned him that the boy was a bad one, he did
not listen. Love I guess. The boy played him along and eventually robbed
him and disappeared back to whatever hole he crawled out of. Kurt was badly
hurt as for some reason he does not think anyone would fancy him and when
this guy said he did and then let him down, it re-enforced his view of his
own attractiveness. It's a pity as he is a nice guy. You will not find a
better boss." Paul stopped for a moment looking at David and his eyes
narrowed. "You could try the direct approach. Tell him you fancy him and
would like to go to bed with him if only once. He can only say no. And I
think he could do with a good fuck. Bit like getting back on when you have
fallen off a horse. As far as I know there has been no one since that boy."

They continued to eat. Paul said "Kurt tells me that you are looking for
somewhere to stay. You can come and share with me if you like." He must
have thought that David did not look enthusiastic as he added. "I have 2
bedrooms and am well house trained and promise I won't jump you. Unless of
course you want me to." The two were sitting opposite each other and Paul
used his index finger to tease David under the chin."

"But you don't know me. Surely you would prefer to share with someone you
know rather better."

"What do you mean I don't know you? I am a very good judge of character. So
let me tell you about yourself. You either have got money or you come from
money. You have the type of confidence that only people who have always had
money have. You are not doing this job for the money as not once have you
asked me about it. So you probably have money. The people who are doing it
only for the cash make it about the only subject they ask about. Now what
else. You are sexually quite comfortable with yourself. You had no problems
with me touching you. It is normal to you to touch and be touched. That
usually indicates a somewhat dominant personality. But by the look of your
beaut of an arse you don't mind being fucked either. So I would say that
you like to be taken in bed but are not submissive. Not sure what your
other kinks are. You liked the idea of wearing leather chaps and studded
jock strap. I could see it in your eyes. Could be that you just like the
idea of being an exhibitionist. But then maybe you just like the idea of
kinky leather gear. I will keep watching you to answer that. What else? You
are running away from something or more likely somebody. I listened to you
talking to Dieter. Yes I make it my policy to keep my eyes and ears open
and know what is going on. You said quite a lot but you really gave him no
information about yourself. You have run away and don't want to be
found. Well not yet. Now you are too old to be running away from home and
you don't look stupid enough to be running away from the Police. So I guess
it was a boyfriend. I noticed that you denied having one rather than saying
as most people would when asked that you had broken up with one or not at
the moment or something like that. You wanted to stop that line of
questioning.  But your arse again tells a different story. You are sexually
very active." Once again Paul's eyes narrowed as he looked into David's
soul. "It's boyfriends isn't it? You like to play the field and cannot be
faithful to just one guy. But you are clearly warm and affectionate so I
don't see you just sleeping around on one night stands. Am I right?"

David nodded. "Pretty accurate. Maybe I will tell you the whole story one
day."

"Finally there is the puzzle as to why you are doing this particular
job. You don't need the money. You are clearly highly intelligent and a
linguist. The last is very unusual especially for a Brit.  We get ones here
who don't even speak proper English. You could get a good job anywhere and
not have to spend the day on your feet and showing yourself off for the
enjoyment of complete strangers. Are you punishing yourself? Or maybe
testing yourself? Come and share my place and I will get to the bottom of
that. There I go talking about your arse again," Paul giggled. His face
then went serious. "But there is one condition. Anything you learn within
the confines of the home you do not pass on to anyone else. I like to know
what is going on but I rather keep everyone else in the dark. Agreed?"

"Why not just continue to live on your own. I guess you do pretty well from
this game?"

"I don't like being on my own. And if I find one of my boys that I think I
could be happy sharing with, then I invite them to stay with me for a
while." Paul held out his hand. "Agreed?" David took the rather limp hand
and said "Agreed."

As there were still several hours until the club opened, Paul took David to
see his apartment. It was in a block in an obviously prosperous part of
Hamburg. "It's the penthouse on the top. Well half a penthouse as there are
2 apartments on the top. They went up in the lift. Paul minced ahead and
opened the door but stood back to let David enter. Three walls of this
eighth floor flat were just glass giving a wonderful view of the city. It
was expensively furnished and spotlessly clean. David heard the door close
behind him.

"Do you like it?" David spun round. It was not the question itself that had
caught his attention. It was the way the question had been asked. Paul's
voice was at least a tone lower and was deep and melodious. As he looked at
Paul he could see that he was standing straight backed against the door. He
seemed to have grown 6 inches and the rather effeminate way that he had
previously been holding himself was gone. He had a smile on his face
obviously knowing the effect the transformation had had on David.

"You had me fooled," David said.

"I used to be an actor and not a bad one. But the pay is rotten and I do
rather like nice things. So I decided to join another part of the
entertainment business. And don't kid yourself. All we are doing is putting
on a show. I look on myself as a producer. I set the show up and then let
my boys do all the hard work while I take a fat cut of the profits and
their tips. Why the camp act? It helps the boys trust me. They confide in
me. They find me unthreatening. Kurt told me you did a similar thing in
Stockholm. I find it an easier way to get them to do what I want than
having to battle with them. It works and I now rather enjoy the joke. So
does Kurt by the way."

"Something has been troubling me all morning. You said 'walk this way',
which is a bit of a strange thing for a German to say, and then minced
off. It is such an old joke I should have been suspicious then. Not sure if
you are a great actor or just a great liar."

"Well I am a bit of a liar as well. There is only one bedroom here. Do you
want to come and see it?" Paul held his hand out. David took it. Even his
hand now seemed bigger and he held David's hand firmly taking charge and
leading him to the other end of the apartment. They went through a door
into a large bedroom containing a queen sized bed. Paul stepped in front of
David and took him by the shoulders. He moved his mouth over David's and
they kissed long and hard with their tongues moving from mouth to mouth.

Paul broke the kiss and started unbuttoning David's shirt. "Kurt is not the
only one who is in need of some good sex." David knocked Paul's hands away
as he was fumbling with the buttons. He soon had his shirt off and stood
bare chested before the German. "You could always have shacked up with
Kurt" David said.

"He does not want to be fucked any more than I do. No, you I liked the
first moment I saw you. They were soon both naked. David looked at Paul's
cock and laughed out loud. Through his cock head was a silver ring about
twice the size of David's although probably the same thickness of metal.

"Told you that you needed a bigger one." Paul pushed David onto the bed and
fell upon him. The limp wristed camp boy was forgotten and replaced by a
powerful man. It was clear to David that Paul really was in need of sexual
release and he was content to let him satiate himself on David's
body. David could feel the steel ring at the entrance to his hole and he
moved his legs apart to open it. Paul's cock slipped in easily and David
closed in around it. Paul held himself up on his hands looking into David's
face and eyes as he started to bang away at David's arse. David continued
to grip the throbbing cock inside him and push down to meet each
thrust. Paul exhaled loudly through his teeth as he came inside David over
and over again. He let his elbows bend as he fell down onto David's
chest. He looked and smiled at David and then they kissed briefly.

"Sorry about that. I needed it," Paul said. David started to play with his
cock. Paul put his hand on his and stopped him. "Don't do that. I want you
be feeling horny when you work tonight. Most guys are a bit nervous on
their first night. Bit of sexual tension will improve your
performance. Trust me. I'll give you a chance to shoot tonight. Promise."

Paul got up and went to a drawer and got out a small plastic bag. David
could see assorted piercing rings. He took out one that was as big as his
own but maybe a little thicker. David held his hand out. "I do know how
these things work. You must trust me." Paul got onto the bed and straddled
David so that he was looking at his cock and David at his arse. David felt
Paul working at the tip of his penis. He raised his head and licked Paul's
arse as the old ring came out. Then he felt the new ring being slipped down
his piss slit. When it got to the pierced hole in his skin, Paul had to
push it as it was a little thicker than the old ring. David kept licking
Paul's arse. Eventually - and after Paul had lubricated his cock head with
his mouth - the ring went through and was snapped shut.

Paul got off and David looked at it. He found the size very horny and
played with the still tight ring. "Is there somewhere I can get a gold one?
I have got used to gold."

"I'll take you tomorrow. Maybe get a gold one myself."

"And I will put it in."

After they had cleaned up they left the apartment. As they had walked out
of the front door of the apartment, Paul went back into his camp act. But
strangely, now David could see through it, he found it quite
endearing. They stopped off at Kurt's apartment to pick up David's
things. Kurt was there. The presence of Paul seemed to soften Kurt who
asked them to stay for coffee. After they had been there a few minutes Paul
got up. "I have to piss. While I am away, David has something to ask you
Kurt."

David had not been expecting this and fumbled to find the right
words. "Look Kurt I told Paul that I find you very sexy and he said I
should tell you. He told me about your problems last year. But if you would
like a fuck buddy - even if only once - let me know."

"That's kind of you. I will think about it."

Paul came back. "See I am not the only one who likes you."

"You been listening at keyholes again?" Kurt said.

Paul and David went back to the club. David was introduced to the other
guys working that night. First there was Martin who was also from
England. He looked about 17 although Paul later told him that he was 25. He
was small with boyish good looks. His uniform was a pair of tight white
running shorts and a pink vest. He had a small gold cross around his neck.
The next was Piet, a Dutchman. He was tall and slim with short brown
hair. He was wearing tight slim legged blue jeans and a matching blue denim
shirt, opened at the neck to show off his very hairy chest. The jeans were
kept up with a brown belt that emphasised his slim waist and showed off his
round arse. He was wearing black army boots on his feet. David found him
rather attractive although Paul told him that although he looked tough and
rugged, in bed he was very passive and boring. And for good measure added
that no he had not tried, but he liked to know everything about his boys.

The other two were both German. Wim had a shaved head and was dressed as a
skinhead. The bleached jeans were tight and David noticed the bulging cock
pointing to the left. He wondered if that was a Paul trademark. He had no
shirt but the jeans had red braces that went over his bare shoulders. His
arms were heavily tattooed with a tribal design. He was wearing knee high
black lace up boots. Heine, was dressed in black chaps with a studded black
leather jock strap and high heeled cowboy boots - the outfit Paul had
described for him that morning. Heine said "Paul has told me that you will
be wearing this get up next week. I won't be sorry to get into something
else. These boots kill my feet and you can only take people trying to put
money up your arse for so long. So good luck."

The five of them and Paul went to wait in the bar. "One last thing David,"
Paul said. "Wait for someone to call you over before you try to serve
them. The guys all have their favourite types, and even their favourite
boys, and they will want the right one to go to them."

The bar remained empty for the first 20 minutes, then clients in ones and
twos and groups arrived. David was surprised that there were some couples -
a man and a woman - who came into the bar. In reply to his question Paul
said "Why do you British see everything in black and white? Do not try to
put people into categories. Everyone has their own relationships and their
own secrets. Anyone is welcome here, gay straight, bi, male or female. We
don't care whether they are dressed as men or women as long as they respect
everyone else, including my boys. And some of the women can be the best
tippers! And why shouldn't they enjoy a gorgeous boy like you? You must
flirt with the women where necessary as well."

David was kept busy once the club began to fill up. Wim explained that
regular clients would be trying to weigh up the new boy. He did not mind as
it did not give him time to feel self conscious. And he was making what
seemed to him to be good money. He found that the customers expected to be
able to touch the boys and his cock came in for quite a bit of fondling and
there were a party of 8 who all liked to tweak his nipples as he bent over
to deliver the drinks. They were becoming a bit sore. Some of the tips were
pushed into the rips in his jeans. And one guy had a 20 Euro note that he
pushed into his boxer shorts after undoing his zip fly. "Both my cock and I
say thank you," David said with a wink.

 He had to ask the barman where the menu was as someone had asked for it
with his gin and tonic. The barman handed David a slim but heavy
binder. David opened it and found it was a menu of the sex boys on duty
that night. There was a double spread for each one. Apart from a number of
pictures of each, it explained in graphic detail what delights were
available and the price list. David said to Paul "They can charge so much?"

"I would not do it for twice the money and believe me they earn it."

David took the menu back to the client with his drink. He asked him to wait
while he went through the menu. He stopped on one and said to David "Tell
Marcel that it I would like to visit him in half an hour."

David said "Very good sir," and took the menu from the customer. He glanced
at the picture of Marcel, who was a big muscular black guy with probably
the biggest cock he had seen. He went back and told Paul, who used the
internal telephone to call, presumably, Marcel. Then he turned back to
David. "At 10.00pm tell the client that Marcel is ready for him and take
him through that door, up the stairs and to room 3. Knock on the door, then
open it for the client. Do not go in and try not to look in". When the time
came, David did as he had been told and was rewarded with a 10 Euro note.

David found the hardest part was not to judge people by how much he fancied
them. He tried hard to treat everyone with the same respect and interact
with them as he felt they wanted. He knew he had a certain instinct for
knowing when to flirt with someone and when not to. But in the past he had
never really bothered with people who did not attract him. But Paul told
him he was doing a great job.

The first time David was invited to sit and talk to a customer he was so
nervous that his hand shook and he spilt some of his coke. The customer,
who was stylish and very well dressed and was probably in his late 60's put
his hand on David's free hand and said "Don't be nervous. I just like to
talk to the beautiful men they have here." He started by asking him
questions - his name his age and so on, although he did not ask questions
that might be considered prying. David relaxed.

"Who chooses what you are wearing or do you choose your own?"

As a regular customer David suspected that he knew the answer. "We have a
guy who decides what we wear. He likes to have a variety of styles so that
we please our customers."

"Well you please me very much David. It is kind of you to talk to an old
man." David thought he looked rather sad. There was slow dance music
playing in the background.

"I have to get back to work in a moment, but would you like to dance with
me."

The man looked quite surprised but David held out his hand and escorted the
man to the dance floor. David was quite a bit taller than the old man and
put his arms around his shoulders. He did not move away when the man put
his arms around David's waist and put his head on his chest. What they did
could not be described as dancing. But they both took small steps. When the
music changed David broke their embrace and said "I will be in trouble if I
don't help some other customers." David went back with him to his table and
then went and took another order when one of a party of six beckoned him
over.

When he got back to the bar Paul, who was sitting watching everything said
"That was nice of you. He has been very lonely since his partner of nearly
50 years died some months ago. They used to come here and dance. "

David did not see the old man go but he must have left around midnight. The
bar closed at 2.00am as this was a week day. It stayed open until 4.00 at
the weekends. When the customers had left and the boys had cleared away the
debris from the night, they went back to the bar. They each picked up a
canvas bag with their name on it into which they put the money they had
earned that evening. David did the same with the bag Paul gave him. None of
the boys counted the money. They obviously trusted Paul and Kurt.

There were a row of taxis waiting outside the club to take the boys
home. Paul led David into the first one, having first gone and said
something to each of the boys and giving them all a kiss on the lips. Paul
did not speak in the taxi although he took David's hand and put it on his
erect penis. David massaged it through the cloth, and put Paul's hand on
his.

David watched Paul carefully as he went through the front door to the
apartment and the limp wristed mincing boy became the straight backed alpha
male. He flopped onto the sofa and told David to pour them both a
whisky. David obliged and sat alongside Paul who put his arm around his
shoulders. "You did well tonight, David. Did you enjoy it?"

"I am not sure that I should admit this but I did. I even liked being
fondled and touched. Guess I am a bit of an exhibitionist."

"That man you danced with?"

"I felt a bit sorry for him. He looked like he just wanted to be
hugged. Did I break any rule?"

"Yes, you broke the golden rule of don't get involved with the
clients. Look on them as punters. But he told me that he hadn't given you a
tip and gave me 50 Euros for you. I put it in your bag."

"Fifty? That's crazy for one short dance."

"Money is never crazy and he can easily afford it. He is very wealthy. Did
you not notice the suit? But you treated him as a person and he appreciated
that. You know I used to be on the floor. But I could only see the punters
as people and not as income. I soon had to give it up and go onto the
production side. Not sure you will last long so I had better get my
pleasure out of you while I can. By the way, you are in leather
tomorrow. Willy - the old man - asked if it was possible. And anyway I want
to see you in it.

Paul pulled David's head to his and they kissed. They gradually undressed
and found their way to the bed. Paul's urgency of the afternoon was
replaced with a leisurely dance of their two bodies. David found that Paul
liked having the orbs of his arse massaged and his very tight ring invaded
but only with one finger and then not too deeply. He shook his head when
David suggested that he could fuck him. "No I am the boss. Open your legs."
Their fuck, like all their lovemaking that morning was slow as Paul, who
clearly had great production talents both in and out of bed, brought them
both to a climax.

"When I woke up the next morning Sylvia, Paul was already out of bed. I lay
there and wondered what the hell I was doing. "

David sat in silence for a few minutes, just watching Sylvia breath. "I
have got to start work again tomorrow. But I will finish early and come and
see you in the afternoon. It is strange, but even though I know I am
talking about my time away, it seems to me as if I am telling you someone
else's story.