Enticed Pt. 9 - That's Entertainment

This is part nine of my adventures in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

Two weeks after he first mentioned it, I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of some of Blaise’s friends to watch me perform some kind of gay burlesque-strip-sex-show thing.

I had been nervous about it since I told Blaise I’d do it. And, I refused to make that decision until he assured me it wouldn’t adversely affect him.

Now, it was 7 p.m. on the last Saturday of July and I had less than an hour before a group of horny gay men would fill Blaise’s living room ready to watch me do something sexy.

“Just focus on me,” Blaise said. “Just do whatever you’re going to do just for me. It’s just another ‘I-want-to-try-something’ show for me. You’re stupid good at those. You’re just having fun and I just happen to be in the room.

“That’s all this is. You’re having fun and somebody else just happens to be there.”

When my audience arrived, Blaise greeted them and discreetly took their money. Most had tightly folded a single hundred-dollar bill and slid it into his palm as they walked in. One or two weren’t so discreet. He then served them all drinks. He knew what each one drank and was ready for them. I came out to meet them in the white lounge pants and shirt that Blaise had bought me a couple weeks earlier. I needed to start out in something sexy but easy to remove.

I had done fifty push-ups and a hundred or so crunches before they arrived so I was as pumped, hard, and sexy as I could get.

Blaise introduced each of them and I shook their hands with no intention of even trying to remember their names. I was bad at it, anyway. They all seemed more nervous than I was. A couple had clammy hands. They all were around  Blaise’s age. A couple looked to be in their early fifties. Only one was obviously homosexual. None of them seemed to be couples, which surprised me.

After a few minutes, our guests settled into their seats. We had arranged the couch and love seat in a wide ‘V’ and removed the coffee table to give me an open stage. One of the dining room chairs was on hand as a prop for part of the show. I had set up a couple of my light stands on either side of the room with some of my brighter incandescent bulbs to give me stage lighting. Blaise turned them on and the room lamps off.

“I want to thank you all for coming tonight, gentlemen,” I began, surveying the six horny men who sat before me. “I hope you all enjoy the show. Please remember that the money you each handed to Blaise should be considered a gift or donation as we are breaking several laws concerning operating a business. The show itself will be breaking some decency laws, especially up here in the sticks.”

They chuckled nervously at that.

“But, I need to lay down some rules for the evening before I begin,” I continued. “You will not touch any part of my body, my clothing, or any of the implements I may use tonight. I’m sure you all know that our host is a very generous man. He’ll give you the shirt off his back if you need it. In fact, I’ll be wearing one after the show.”

More nervous chuckles.

“But, you should make no mistake about the fact that I belong to him. For all intents and purposes, as far you are concerned tonight, I am his legal property,” I said. “And, I am the one thing he does not share with any other man. He is the only man I allow to touch me in any way other than a handshake. If anyone does have trouble controlling himself, the show will end immediately and there will be no refunds. Is that clear?”

I could see nodding in the dim light.

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s have some fun!” I gave my package a little grope and bounce.

Blaise turned on some low background jazz for me and stood off to the side watching as enraptured as the others.

All eyes were on me as I slowly began teasing them by pulling the waistband of my pants down a bit, then back up. I turned around and did the same thing from behind. Then, I pulled them down enough to show I had some kind of white underwear on.

I slowly pulled my shirt over my head and walked over to hand it to Blaise, giving him an obvious smoldering look for my audience’s benefit.

I returned to “center stage” and  turned my back to them and began wiggling my pants down my thighs as if they were too tight, bending over to show that I was wearing a tight white thong under the pants.

I heard some audible responses then. But, they became louder and more obvious when I turned around to let them see how pronounced my package was in the Spandex fabric. I strutted around a bit in just the thong. I really didn’t know what I was doing or what male strippers did. I was afraid my nervousness was showing. But, my audience was wide-eyed and motionless.

I pulled the dining room chair out to the center of my stage. And, since I had to make everything about this a show, I sat down in the chair facing the audience with my legs spread wide. I reached down in a very articulated move and adjusted my package for comfort. I pulled the thong straps up on either side to force my cock and balls to bounce a little.

When I was ready, I motioned to Blaise and he brought me a glass of water and I took a swig. Then he produced Long John, my brown eighteen-inch double-ended dildo.

“Gentlemen, let me introduce my assistant for the night, Long John,” I said.

Smiles and a chuckle or two.

I slid John down into the glass to get him wet. Then, I held him up over my upturned face and let the water drip down into my waiting mouth.

I slowly lowered him down as the water continued to drip until the head of the latex cock began disappearing into my mouth. I inched it in very slowly, almost too slow.

It took almost a full minute to get it far enough down to begin visibly bulging my throat. I heard a couple gasps when my throat began to expand. I swallowed hard several times to let them see my Adam’s apple gliding up and down on the foreign object.

I turned from side to side to let them all get a good look at the bulge and to prove that there was no trick. I really was swallowing this thing.

Then I let the dildo drop by about three inches in a single, quick move.

More gasps.

I felt like a sword swallower.

By now I was only at about six inches. If six inches made them gasp, they were in for a shock.

I let go of it and swallowed to pull a couple more inches into my throat in what looked like an uncontrolled movement.

More gasps.

Now, I pulled it almost all the way out and pushed it back in, beginning a slow fuck of my throat. But, I never went deeper than the eight inches they’d already seen. I gave them a fast, hard pump for several minutes with just a couple inches of bulge in my throat.

Then, suddenly, I pushed ten inches in as hard and fast as I could.

“Oh, my God!” I heard as I held the rubber cock in place for a full minute. I began to pull it out very slowly to emphasize just how much latex was in my throat. I pulled it all the way out and took a breath.

Then, looking directly at the six men staring motionless at me, I shoved it back in, fast and deep, without straightening my throat.

More gasps.

I looked over at Blaise and crooked my finger as sexily as I could to call him over. At first, he stood in front of me with a quizzical look on his face. I moved him over to one side so my audience could see what he was about to do to me. I straightened my throat and motioned for him to pull John out. I could tell from his expression he still didn’t understand. But, he complied and began pulling on the latex phallus slowly. I motioned for him to move a bit faster.

When the head got into my mouth I stopped him and motioned for him to push it back in.

As he was slowly returning the dildo to the depths of my throat with my fingers I instructed Blaise to begin going in and out. After a little trial and error, and some odd hand signals, Blaise finally was giving me long, deep strokes with the dildo moving from the back of my mouth to the bottom of my throat.

“God! That’s trust!” one of the audience members exclaimed.

Yes, it was trust. But you haven’t seen anything, yet.

Then I made a sign for him to speed up and in a few seconds my throat was being almost violently fucked with ten inches of a dildo under another person’s control. I actually was enjoying it more than when I did it to myself for Blaise’s sole enjoyment.

There was a difference, I guessed, between doing something for someone and having it done to you by them.

I felt my cock tightening my thong.

I crossed my legs and put one arm up on the back of the chair in a very relaxed pose. The juxtaposition of being roughly throat-fucked while looking comfortably bored had the desired effect. My audience was thoroughly amazed and amused.

Finally, I had Blaise pull Long John all the way out.

They actually stood up and applauded. My deep-throating performance received a six-man standing ovation. Seven if you count Blaise who also was clapping harder and louder than his friends.

As I stood up to take a bow, they noticed my stiff cock was pushing my thong well away from my body in a tight arc. How could they not?

“How much to take it off?” one of them asked. “I’ll pay extra to see your cock!”

“Me, too,” a couple others yelled out.

“Please, give us the cock!”

“What? This little ol’ thing?” I asked, giving them a few pelvic thrusts. I turned to the side so they could see how far out it was pushing my thong.

I looked over to Blaise. He nodded.

“How much am I bid to see the rest of the package?” I asked.

“I’ll give you another fifty right now!” one said.

“We all will!”

Suddenly, and very unexpectedly, six fifty-dollar bills were flying through the room to land on the floor in front of me.

I couldn’t resist. I slowly repeated the teasing I’d given them with the pants. This time I was showing them a little more pubic hair each time I lowered the thong. Then, I was giving them a glimpse of my bent shaft. After a short minute of teasing I motioned for Blaise to return to the stage. I pointed down to the floor and he dropped to his knees off to one side. He reached up and slowly slid the thong down until my stiff cock sprang out nearly slapping him in the face.

“Just wait till later, Lover,” I said, suggestively.

I actually got whistles, moans, and hooting in response to my nearly hard cock going public.

I told Blaise to leave the thong on the floor. He stepped out of the light.

I stroked and bounced my cock and balls a few times to more exclamations. I spent a minute or two fondling and playing to let them see it grow a bit more. Then I stepped forward and turned around. I suppose they thought I was just giving them another look at my bare ass. But, they’d already seen that. I had been wearing a thong, after all.

No. This time I had something else to show them. I slowly bent down with my ass in their faces to pick up my thong. I’m sure most of them wanted a look at my tight asshole, anyway. But, they were greeted with a crystal-topped butt plug gleaming out of my ass. It actually matched the white pants, shirt, and thong I’d been wearing. I reached back and tapped it with my fingernail with a clicking sound.

“Holy shit!” I heard from several men at once, including Blaise. This was a surprise for him, too.

 I stood up, put the thong between my teeth, and turned to Blaise. He reached for it with his hand. I shook my head and pointed to his mouth. He smiled and moved in close to grab the thong from my mouth with his own teeth.

Clapping and hoots all around.

Then, I bent down again, giving another generous view of my jeweled asshole, to begin picking up the fifties that littered the floor. I straightened and handed each one to Blaise. Then, I bent down again for the next one.

I bent down enough to grab the last one with my teeth and proceeded to pass it to Blaise mouth-to-mouth, as well.

My audience loved that as much as the transfer of my thong from mouth to mouth.

I spun around and dropped back down on to the chair with my ass pushed forward enough to make my bejeweled asshole visible. I looked over at Blaise. He immediately brought Long John back and began lowering him into my throat.

I  swallowed him deeper and faster than I had before. When Blaise stopped lowering the dildo into my mouth I took it from him and pushed it even deeper. I surpassed my previous record in a second.

I pulled it all the way out to show how much had been inside me. Then, I returned it quickly and pushed it farther in. I didn’t stop until a few short inches were visible sticking out of my mouth. As I held 12 inches of latex in my throat, I reached down and began fucking my asshole with my jeweled butt plug.

The room exploded in cheers and applause.

I pulled the long dildo out of my chest, throat and mouth in one swift motion and thanked them and headed to the bathroom.

I grabbed my costume on the way out and put the thong back on. I had one of Blaise’s white button-down shirts waiting and put it on. I rolled up the sleeves and had only two buttons fastening it in the center of my torso. Since he was so much taller than me, it hung down halfway to me knees.

My adoring audience greeted me with another round of applause as I entered the living room again. Blaise had returned the lighting to normal. He handed me a beer and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I grabbed him instead and gave him deep mouth-to-mouth for a minute in front of his friends, grabbing his crotch with my free hand.

When I looked back at our audience, they were awe-struck.

“As I said, I’m wearing his shirt,” I said, lifting my arms to model Blaise’s button-down.  It was obvious the shirt and my thong were all I was wearing.

Laughter all around. By this point, I was beginning to think I could say anything and they would laugh.

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” one of them said.

Another asked if I would do it again. When they heard this, they all became quiet, eager to hear my answer.

“Of course,” I said. “And, maybe next time I’ll see if I can do something different for you boys.”

More awe and wonder and murmuring between the six men.

“When? How soon?”

“How soon can you boys come back up here with wallets full of cash?”

“How about next Saturday?” one offered. The others all agreed.

“That is entirely up to our generous host,” I said, looking to Blaise.

“Same time next Saturday it is,” he said.

Blaise’s friends stayed for quite a while talking business, reminiscing, and drinking. It was basically a subdued little party once my show was over. Over the course of the night each one found a chance to shake my hand again, thanking me for the show, complimenting my abilities and attributes, sometimes very luridly.

I don’t know how many times I heard suggestions or requests concerning what these men could do to me or for me. When they had something a little too lewd to say about my body or abilities, often suggesting I become their companion, I had no lack of responses to bring their focus back to Blaise’s complete ownership of my body. I had no problem suggesting my near slave-like ownership by my friend and lover. But, while they were praising me and often begging me for more, each one slipped more money into my hand. As each one did this I let them watch me pull my thong out a bit and deposit the cash against the very part of my body in which they were most interested. Each time I did so, I pulled my thong farther out to show more and more of my hidden cock and balls. Most melted when they saw that. After each encounter, I pushed the money down below my balls to make sure the next one didn’t see the previous fan’s donation.

As they left, I handed each man a copy of my photobook -- granted, still printed at work. I had reworked it to remove the photos that were more personal to Blaise and me. But, it still held dozens of excellent art nudes of me -- if I do say so myself. I explained that the photos all were of me and by me. They all were thrilled to have it. A couple actually wanted me to sign their copies.

It was nearly midnight before the last one left. I didn’t realize how tired I was until I finally stood under a hot shower.

“I know I say it all the time. But, that was truly amazing,” Blaise said, leaning against the counter as I bathed. “They all loved every minute of it. You had them eating out of your hand.”

“It was fun,” I said. “But, I was nervous as hell at first. Did it show?"

“I could barely see it,” he said. “And, I know you very well. To them I’m sure you looked cool as a cucumber.”

“Eventually, I started to realize how much control I had,” I said. “I could do anything.”

“You definitely owned that room,” Blaise said. “But, that butt plug! That was a surprise for me, too!”

“That was a last-minute idea,” I admitted. “I ran down to Gate City for that Thursday night.”

“I loved it! We all did!” Blaise said. “I wouldn’t mind seeing more of that.”

“It’s all yours,” I said. “You know good and well you get anything you want.”

“But, my favorite part was your rules,” he continued. “That was sweet and powerful. They were impressed with them, too. Every one of them congratulated me on finding you and having such a great ‘partner,’ ‘companion,’ ‘friend.’

“They didn’t know what to call you. But, I told them all that I call you my Hot-Ass Stud.”

“I’m glad they had fun, too,” I said, drying off. “Do you know how much money I ended up with?”

“Well, after they all threw fifties at you, that’s one-fifty each,” he said.

“Oh, check my thong. Every one of them gave me a tip privately. I let them watch me stuff it into my thong. They liked that. But, I didn’t actually look at what they were giving me. That would have been rude.”

My thong and the cash were laying on the counter and Blaise counted it for me.

“There’s two-forty here,” he said. “So, that’s eleven-forty. You made eleven hundred dollars tonight!”

“That’s cool,” I said.

“Cool? It takes you almost three weeks to make that at the paper,” Blaise said.

“I know. I’m just tired. My nerves were jacked up all night. That took a lot out of me,” I explained. “I’m thrilled. I wish I could make that kind of money more often.”

“Well, you’ve got another show next week. Do you have any idea what you’re planning on doing for that one?”

“I don’t know. Tonight was pretty tame. Should I show them Big Ben? Or, is that too live-sex-show?”

“No one in that room would call what you did to Long John tame,” Blaise said. “But, I think you should escalate a little more slowly. Don’t go straight to something as intense and triple-x as putting a huge dildo up your ass.

“How about jacking off for them first before you impale yourself? I certainly love watching you do that.”

“Introducing bodily fluids isn’t triple-x? I mean, it isn’t a bad idea. Then, if they want another show, I can increase the suggested donation before introducing Big Ben.”

“That sounds good.”

I can’t say that I wasn’t excited all week at the prospect of performing again Saturday night. As nervous as I had been, it was fun. I thoroughly enjoyed showing off, the ego stroking, and the sense of control I had over the room of horny men.

Promptly at 8 p.m. Saturday, the lighting in the living room changed and the music began. I walked out in a pair of blue lounge pants and matching t-shirt to greet my audience. I was a little surprised to see that it had grown by one since the previous week.

I repeated the same rules from the previous week. I nodded to Blaise and he turned up the music a bit. I performed much the same strip routine as before, albeit a little more smoothly,  ending up in my blue thong. Again, I had Blaise release my cock before I spun around and pushed it down to give the men a close look at my plugged ass. This time I had a blue gem gleaming in my tight hole. We’d bought plugs to match all my house uniforms/stage costumes.

When I sat down this time, instead of starting with a long dildo-swallowing routine, I began caressing my half-hard dick.

There was an audible, collective gasp in the room when I began caressing and stroking my cock. I continued playing with my cock and balls until I had a raging hard-on, showing off my entire length to my audience. It was more than they had seen before and it was obvious they approved.

I nodded at Blaise again and he stepped over with a small clear bowl and fancy spoon. I’d filled the bowl with lube for a more elegant effect. He ladled a generous amount of lube directly on to my swollen glans. I worked it in and over my sex and kept stroking my shaft for several minutes. One hand stroked, the other pulled and squeezed my balls.

Another nod brought Blaise over again. This time I looked up and let him slide Long John into my mouth, through my throat and into my chest. He pushed and pulled it slowly at first, allowing a full view of the bulge moving up and down in my throat. Then, he began moving faster, giving me a thorough throat-fucking for his friends. I synchronized my stroking to his and both our hands were moving up and down at the same.

When I started  to feel my cock ache and my cum rise, I sped up my strokes. Blaise followed suit. In a few seconds, I was being furiously fucked on both ends until I finally exploded and sent huge, heavy strings of cum flying into the air.

Blaise pulled John out of me while I slowed my work on my dick. He returned with a wet wash cloth to clean the cum and lube off my body. Before he did, I slid a finger through a thicker glob on my stomach and held my finger out for him. He nearly swallowed my entire finger and sucked the cum off me clean.

Gasps and moans all around.

As he proceeded to clean the rest my sperm off my body with the wash cloth, my seven-man audience was rapt by the sight of their friend being given the honor of cleaning off the glorious issue of this sex god with which they were absolutely enamored. You could see the fascination, envy, and even jealousy on their faces as they watched Blaise slowly, sensuously wipe the cum off my softening cock.

In a minute, they seemed to awaken and began throwing cash at me again, this time unbidden. I assumed they had come prepared for the same show as before and were ready to pony up.

After the show there were more compliments and tips. This week, while handing me tips, some of the men also handed me their business cards. I was promised VIP treatment at their respective businesses at little or no cost. The cards stayed with the cash, filling my thong.

They all expressed their surprise and amazement that I had given them a completely different show. They loved it. I indicated that I had more copies of my photobook available for anyone who hadn’t gotten one the week before. Again, I was asked to autograph a couple.

This week, as we sat talking and drinking, I sat next to Blaise and made sure to keep a hand on him the entire time, sometimes rubbing his thigh. I wanted to make his friends even more envious.

One of them asked me about the butt plug, how it felt, how long I could keep it in. He was genuinely interested.

“It feels like having a short cock in your ass all the time,” I said. “After a while, you sort of get used to it. This one is kind of medium-sized. So, it isn’t as big as B. It’s not too bad. I’ve had it in since about six.”

They all seemed to melt at my description of wearing the plug. But, I could tell they all were looking at Blaise in a different way now.

As the party started to break up, one of them asked about another show. I announced that next week I would be introducing another assistant, another foreign object. But, the suggested donation, unfortunately, would have to go up to one-fifty each.

“Toys and costuming aren’t cheap, boys,” I said.

I heard several of them say they’d be here no matter what it cost.

The next week, I earned every dollar.

After my usual strip from black pants, shirt, and thong. I bent over to show my tight hole. But, this time it was empty. I reached back as if missing something and popped up with a surprised look on my face.

Then, Blaise pulled a sheet off a dining room chair with Big Ben stuck to it. I looked at Ben, then to the audience  -- this week they were nine gay men -- and gave a grin and a nod.

“Gentlemen, let me introduce you to another friend of mine, Big Ben,” I said, presenting the massive black dong to the room of horny men.

“Oh. Shit.” I heard someone say loudly.

Blaise came over and dribbled a generous amount of lube on to Ben from my glass bowl. Then, I turned my ass to the crowd, bent over and spread my cheeks for Blaise to grease me up, as well.

I straddled the chair and giant cock with a flourish and started slowly easing myself straight down. I faced my audience so they could see my face and my cock and balls as they bounced and swayed with my movement -- and eventually grew.

In a few seconds, I exaggerated a hard drop on the black dildo and the head disappeared inside me.

Gasps and exclamations filled the room.

I continued lowering myself. I kept the pace slow more for the showmanship of it. I had practiced quite a bit with Ben, to Blaise’s absolute joy. I could handle a bit more than seven inches of his ten-and-a-half fairly easily now. But, I had a show to perform. Where’s the thrill if it looks easy?

I gave them a grunt every once in a while. I threw my head back and closed my eyes to heighten the effect. A few times the grunts were real. I still liked having this giant impaling me.

 By the time my hanging balls touched Ben’s huge black balls, my cock was raging. I nodded at Blaise and, again, he topped me with lube. My hand began stroking up and down my cock as my legs began pushing me up and down on Big Ben.

“Oh, my God. I’m going to cum in my pants,” I heard from one corner.

“I already did,” came from another.

I began riding Ben slowly again and synchronized my ride with my cock-stroke. I milked this for several minutes, sensually closing my eyes and rolling my head back and moaning and whimpering loudly. Then I gave Blaise another nod.

He stepped up and lowered Long John into my throat. He didn’t stop until there was more dido in my throat than in my ass. I’d gotten up to twelve inches of the eighteen-inch double dildo in and was showing off every inch.

“My God! They’re going to meet,” one man said.

“How the fuck can anyone do that?” another said.

As I sped up my bounce on Ben, Blaise sped up his latex fuck of my mouth and I increased my stroke on my cock. Once in sync, we continued speeding up until we were going at a fever pitch. I could feel the tension in the room building. The entire audience was as on edge as I was.

If my mouth hadn’t been full of latex, I would have screamed when I exploded and blew not streams, but chunks of cum out of my straining dick. When I was done, Blaise pulled Long John out and began wiping me down.

Again, there was another shower of money.

When Blaise finished, I made a show of standing and lifting the chair with my ass clenched around Big Ben. It was put on, but I had Blaise come over and push the chair down and hold it while I lifted myself off the dildo.

My audience was standing and clapping before I had completely removed the dildo. There were “holy-shit”s and “oh-my-god”s all over the room.

I thanked my audience and bowed.

Given that I probably would have been leaking lube, we decided it would be better for Blaise to pick up the tips on the floor. We found that most had gone up from fifties to hundreds.

A few minutes later I was back wearing the black thong and a new black dress shirt that “belonged” to Blaise we had bought for this moment. We had bought shirts to match each of my costumes to wear after the show as “Blaise’s shirts.”

This week I fielded question after question about how it felt, where did it all go, could I feel them touch, what was going to the bathroom like after that. I answered them all to the best of my ability and graciously accepted their adoration, tips, and more business cards complete with promises of free services. My thong filled up to bulging from much more than just my spent cock. Some of them had brought a friend or partner. So, the tips, the number of questions and the amount of handshaking increased. Again, I had more copies of my photobook on an end table.

Before too long I made sure to invite them all back the next week for an even more amazing show. I was going to be doing something I was certain none of them had ever seen before, at least not in person.

I again made sure to cling tightly to Blaise to help increase his celebrity among his friends. I noticed most of them at one time or another eyed me hungrily, but also gazed longingly at my hand on Blaise’s thigh.

A week later I was stripping out of my red outfit. I was getting better at stripping and doing more dancing, giving more of a show. Stripping alone took nearly twenty minutes now.

This week I again bent over to pick up my thong and showed that my ass was empty. I sat on the chair and began stroking and caressing myself until I was hard. I dropped to the floor and pulled one leg over my head. I left the one closest the audience as straight as possible to give them a good view of wrapping my own lips around my cock.

I was almost accustomed to the exclamations of disbelief during my shows. Almost.

Once I had a good start sucking my own dick. I motioned to Blaise and he stepped in and dribbled a bit of lube on my well exposed asshole.

I stopped moving for a second to allow him to push one end of Double-Date Danny into my almost gaping hole. Blaise squatted behind me and began gliding the long dildo in and out of my ass while I administered a blowjob to myself.

“This guy can do anything!” I heard one man say.

‘What’s next?” another said.

“Next he’s going to put his dick in his own ass.”

It took only a few minutes for me to feel my cum rising and I pulled my cock out of my mouth and began jacking myself to an explosion and a self-facial, covering my face with my own cum.

I had a standing ovation and more cash raining down on me before Blaise had removed Danny from my ass.

I rose to my feet and bowed with cum clearly dripping from my face. I turned to Blaise to get my clothes from him. He leaned in and licked my cheek to get some of my cum. The room exploded again.

I quickly washed my face and dressed in the bathroom and returned to another standing ovation.

 I walked straight to Blaise and kissed him deeply right in the middle of the room. He handed me a beer and I raised it to another round of applause.

“You’re so amazing,” Blaise whispered into my ear. I dropped my head to his shoulder and my hand to his half-hard cock. I’m sure several of our guests saw that.

The boys were even more shocked at my show this week than they had been the previous week. None of us were sure I could top being impaled on Big Ben. But, I was right when I assumed none of them had ever seen anyone suck his own dick. And, then give himself a facial.

My thong filled with cash again and I played the flirty starlet the same as I did every week. I flirted, but was clearly attached to Blaise. Everyone in the room saw me look over at him regularly if we weren’t next to each other. When we were, I was touching him somehow.

I wanted only one man in that room to think he had any chance with me or any right to touch me. And, I wanted Blaise to be just as aware of that as everyone else.

When someone asked me about another show, I had to admit that I had run out of freaky sex acts. What more could I do? Could I start the series over? Would anyone be interested in going back to that first tame show?

Everyone said they would be here with cash any time I gave a show no matter what I did.

“Well, can I at least drop back to one show every two weeks?” I asked the group. “This isn’t my full-time job or my house. And, you boys have got to run out of money eventually.

“How about if we schedule this for every second and fourth Saturday? Is that as do-able as I am?”

They all laughed, but agreed to the new schedule.

“Well,” I said a few hours later as Blaise and I lay in bed. “I guess I’ve got a part-time job in show business. Is that all right?”

“Of course, it is,” he assured me. “I love watching you perform. You’re sexy as hell. I was just as entertained as they were. And, you own that room. They are putty in your hands.

“I mean, I know there were only nine men there besides us. But, to at least ten men you are a star and a stud.”

“And, you do realize I’ve made almost $8,000 in the last four weeks?” I interjected. When you’re poor, money is sexy.

“I know! That is just amazing to me, too,” he said. “But, as much as they’re lusting after you, wishing they could take you home, I’m thrilled and proud to know that at the end of the night, no matter what you did for them, you’re lying in bed next to me. You’re my everyday extravaganza, my in-home sex-god. There’s nothing better and I know it. Please don’t ever think I take you for granted.

“And, don’t you for a minute think I don’t notice how tightly you cling to me when they’re here. And, how much you look at me. I know you’re teasing them and letting them know who the truly lucky one is in that group.”

“I have to reinforce everything I say in my rules. Besides, it’s part of my job to make sure you look good in front of your friends. And, how could I think you take me for granted when you treat me like a god?” I said, pulling him close. “And, I really love it when you’re on knees before me.”