I recognise now that I always had a thing about authority and deference to those who I saw as being my 'betters'. I didn't know it at the time but I guess it was the attitude that I was raised on and my folks had always taught me to be respectful and be mindful of my place. My Daddy, a wise and thoughtful man, was always very clear; he said it was a 'duty' to do as you were told by your superiors, like it or not, and that's the way things should be.
So, it never occurred to me to be anything different and I'm thinking that is where my submissive nature stems from. Nowhere was that more true when growing up through my teen years and starting to take more interest in girls that due to my respect for others I hardly ever made it past second base before the girl I had met would blow me away (not in a good way!) in favour of someone more dominant leaving me to my fantasies and the attentions of my right hand. All the way through High School I used to get into fights with black kids and a lot of the time the fights would stem from the fact that they seemed to have more success with girls, white girls, than I did which filled me with a sense of resentment toward them.
That's not to say that I never had a mind of my own, no Sir, I like to think I have always had my own ways of dealing with things and 'at the end of the day', my life, despite a few obstacles along the way, has turned out pretty good.
We lived in the city of Detroit and my parents kept a tight rein on me but both had health issues and, sadly, passed within a short period and I was forced into moving out of our rented apartment. I remembered that my Dad used to say, "Kevin, see any problem? Take it as an opportunity to do something different!"
Well, thanks Dad, but being evicted from the family home was a little more than just a problem to me but I could hear him saying the words and the fact that he was a veteran from the war and had always told great tales of his time it put my mind toward enlisting in the Army. I had no ties to the area in Michigan where we lived; I had no other relatives to bond with; I'd never made great friends with anyone from school or around my district so, in short, joining the Army would tick a lot of boxes and get me away from the unexciting and sheltered upbringing that I had bought up with.
The 6 months I spent at Fort Benning was a revelation. It was tough going and I learned a lot about myself. Even though I was above average height, that didn't protect me much when it came to being singled out by the Drill Sergeants for doing things not quite right; in fact, being a big guy seemed to encourage criticism and after a while I came to expect it. The other thing that I discovered was that I kinda enjoyed being humiliated!
My posting out of Benning was another revelation, I was assigned to an overseas unit, in Korea, which was a thrill for up until that point in my life I had never been out of State let alone the country. I didn't have any great expectations of being in a foreign country, especially one that was so culturally different from home but it was kinda cool! What wasn't so good was the unit I was assigned to which had the meanest Platoon Sergeant who seemed to delight in making everyone under his command feel like shit.
He was an older black guy and it was the first time I experienced 'reverse-racism' for he really didn't like white guys and he was especially mean to anyone in the platoon who didn't share his skin colour. I don't know if it was my height that singled me out for special attention but, for sure, he didn't give me any peace and was always finding something to criticize and an excuse for me to pull extra duties. It became it a bit of a joke in the company that I, the new guy, seemed to have found a special friend in the Sergeant because I seemed to be spending so much of my so-called off-duty time doing chores and cleaning out his office.
If it wasn't bad enough my sense of being subservient to blacks was emphasised when the local whorehouse in town which was staffed by Filipino girls charged black guys less than they did whites because 'sex with blacks was better'! That was made very clear to me when one night I visited and I watched three black soldiers gangbang a Filipino girl. I remember watching being her bent over a table or something and one of them raised up her skirt, pulled her panties down and then each of them took a turn. I will never forget hearing her soft moaning while she took it like a champ. When they were done the semen was dripping out of her pussy and down her legs and inner thighs and she stayed like that for a minute eyes closed, soft whimpering even after they had left!
Despite everything I had enjoyed my first time of being in a foreign country and that brief time in the far East although the combination of the local culture and my shyness had denied me meeting up with women (unless you were prepared to pay!) but, unfortunately, it was not to last for the tour of duty in Korea came to an early end and our unit was reassigned back to the States. There was no reason given to us lesser mortals but on the plus side, I didn't have a lot of time to get used to being back in the US as the unit was posted in the opposite direction, this time to Europe.
Germany was a complete contrast. The way of life there was more recognisable to my own way of thinking and I felt a lot more comfortable when going off-duty and off-base, visiting the local towns and doing stuff. The base was like all US units overseas, a 'little America' and us cold-war warriors, the soldiers and personnel serving there, wanted for nothing to make feel like we were at home. The structure and the facilities were all very familiar and I guess if you stayed on base you would find it hard to know you were anywhere other than being back home.
However, there was something else that turned out to be the same for when the unit was reassigned I had a brief spell of relief that the sadistic Platoon Sergeant wasn't coming with us (I think he was retiring from the Army) and a new Sergeant posted in. As with his predecessor, he was big; he was black and, in a different way, he was mean.
He soon learned that amongst all the other guys in the platoon that I was the only one to hail from his home state of Michigan, although in temperament we couldn't have been more different as he seemed to be more like a street-wise thug and although he knew I was also from Detroit, for whatever reason, he regarded me as if I was a simple country-boy from the upper peninsula and used to call me 'Yooper'!. However, he took the fact that we were both from the same state and city as being some kind of bond and I was soon being singled out for his attention. I soon learned it didn't pay to cross the guy.
Despite having to deal with yet another mean bastard as my superior, the tour in Germany started out really well. Once I had got used to the quaint kind of way of life of the Germans followed I began to appreciate that maybe the American way wasn't the only way to enjoy yourself and that as my Daddy used to say, "Kevin, it is good to expand your horizons".
The other good thing was that I met a girl and for the first time in my life I had a steady date.
Her name was Renate and she, like me, was a little bit shy which I guess stemmed from her being a country girl who didn't know too much about city ways. She waited on tables at a Schnell Imbiss, a kind of fast food restaurant at a local village and she took a shine to me one time when I stopped by to sample German hamburger. (My high school education had told me that Hamburg was an actual place!)
I reckon it must have been the either the uniform that dazzled her or maybe my chatty down-home charm that impressed her but, whatever the reason, before long we were making dates, I was learning to speak some German and, for the first time in my life I felt like a 'normal' person having a proper relationship with the opposite sex.
She was a sweet girl and had a head of auburn hair which I was soon to discover was the colour of the fuzz around her pussy. She lived with her parents on a farm and having been bought up around animals was quite open about sex and seemed to have few inhibitions when it came to 'human fucking'. Indeed, once we progressed beyond the handshaking stage of our relationship she didn't need much encouragement and I could always count on our evenings ending with my dick being pleasured by her beautiful warm and willing pussy. Yeah, it was a great time.
It was not to last.
I figure it was my mistake when I started to take Renate onto the base to the Saturday night dances in the clubs and some of the social events that were frequently held. As I said, she was a fine looking woman with her red-hair and all and it didn't take long before the other guys, including my sergeant, were hitting on her and making disparaging comments about me in their attempts at turning her head. At first it was all done in fun and she soon got used to having to bat away some of the stupid comments, dismissing the remarks as just, 'the American Way' but it had its downside for she also learned that, if she hadn't already known it already, that she had grown into an attractive woman who could use those assets to her advantage.
The base had everything to make the less adventurous ex-pats feel right at-home but for a fitness freak like myself the local sports centre in the local town was a better option with more modern gym equipment and an indoor pool to relax in after a work-out session. It also had a Sauna which, up to that time, was something I had only read about but had never experienced. The idea of legally sharing space with strangers without your clothes on was for me a fantasy come true and pretty soon I was taking every opportunity when off-duty to go and work-out at this German Gym knowing the evening would end up being half-naked in the Sauna. Sometimes Renate would come with me but she wasn't really interested in the gym but more to have a swim and to take the Sauna.
Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut about it for it was the gym that was the beginning of the end as far as my romance with Renate was concerned.
The Sergeant, like myself, kept himself in shape with a regular exercise regime and when he heard me boasting about what the German fitness centre had on offer he decided that, like it or not, that he would accompany me. I was in no position to refuse and so it became a regular thing that despite the fact that I didn't like the guy we would go together, work-out and then end up in the Sauna before going home. It was also a time when I saw for myself just how large a black man's cock could be in comparison to a white boy's. I thought that I was no slouch in the size department but I was kinda shocked the first time we were in the changing room and he without any inhibition dropped his pants and let this monster black snake flop down before he changed into his sweat pants. He saw me looking and laughed.
I'm thinking that this was the first time I started to have thoughts about how it would be to playing with such a magnificent looking thing but there was no way that I was going to chance my luck with this mean bastard and ask for permission to touch it!
I soon learned that his interest in the fitness centre wasn't so much about the exercising, it was more that he saw it as a place to pick up girls and he made no attempt to hide it when we used to go into the dark cabin with our towels wrapped around our waists and he would flirt with any female who happened to be there. I used to smile to myself at some of the storylines he would spout but it was clear from their reaction that some of the ladies present found his chat amusing and they would in halting English give as good as he gave. Especially Renate who by now had come to know him a little better from the times she had been on base.
I was quite content to sit back and listen to the idle chatter and to take in the sight of bare-titted woman who were also careless about how well their towels were placed over their laps and I'm guessing that they reciprocated the interest because they couldn't take their eyes off the semi-hard dick that was tenting the Sergeant's own towel. I know that because Renate mentioned it to me some time later.
My good times at the fitness centre came to an end when one evening we were stopped as we were leaving and told that complaints had been made about 'the Americans exposing themselves in a crude manner' and that we were banned from attending in future. Renate was with us acting as interpreter with this official and I was pissed as I knew it wasn't me that was being accused but rather that it was the Sergeant who had obviously upset someone after I had left him in the Sauna. It was even more ironic when I learned that it wasn't the women who had complained but rather their wimpy husbands who had been outraged at the black man's success in getting their attention; leastways that's how Renate, who had stayed in the Sauna with him, told it.
It was after the Sauna incident that things started to sour between me and the Sergeant. There was no way he could have blamed me for what happened but obviously he held me responsible for the humiliation of being thrown out and had decided to take out his anger on me. Soon I was finding that I had been scheduled for guard duties at night or being told I was weekend working. I was often detached for a two week spell to another unit that was on security detail on the border between East and West Germany. It seemed to me that the mean black bastard was doing all he could to keep me away from pursuing my romance with Renate...
... And the reason I came to this conclusion was that after I returned from one border detachment I discovered that he had been regularly fucking her!
She didn't deny it when I confronted her, which hurt me a lot, but it became even more humiliating when she said that if she was asked for a preference then she preferred to be fucked by his black dick rather than mine. She didn't go into great detail as to why but said that he could keep going all night (implying, unlike me, he wasn't a one-shot kind of guy) and that he was so much bigger. Then she really rubbed it in by saying that he often took her to places where I wasn't allowed entry such as the Senior NCO's clubs which had great entertainment. No surprises then that our relationship fizzled out and she left me so that once more I was reduced to making love to my right hand!
The remainder of my Germany tour passed by without any other intimate relationship with the local women which was also a sort of humiliation because it was clear that many of my predecessors had scored given there were quite a few German single-women around who were pushing strollers with mixed-race babies or toddlers in tow. Given that the only coloured men around the area were US soldiers it didn't take a great imagination to know that my coloured compatriots had been responsible.
Still, remembering the words of my old Dad who had told me 'in times of conflict' to look for opportunity, I used this situation to confront what I had been denying for so long, that I preferred the company of men to women; that my feelings had been fired by seeing the sergeant's black cock. Despite my animosity toward the mean bastard, I had to admit to myself that it had been a good time and that I had learned a lot about myself. Now, having been so firmly rejected by Renate I took this as a signal that maybe I should be turning my attentions in a different direction.
The US military at that time didn't take too kindly to any homosexual tendencies between their troops but I had became a buddy to, funnily enough, a black soldier. Shawn was the same age as me but he was unlike the others of his kind in the platoon and we had the same kind of attitudes and, let's admit it, sensitivities. My friendship with him became a game-changer.
It became our habit if knew we had a free weekend coming up we would plan to hit a big city where we could tour the bars and do what off-duty soldiers do even though I wasn't really a fan of alcohol. One time we got too drunk to make the drive back to base so we got a hotel room together. We turned on the TV in the room and next thing I knew we were lying on our beds masturbating to interracial porn. I soon noticed his black dick, although it wasn't yet stiff, was just as big as our sergeant's and one thing led to another and, with his encouragement I ended up going down on him. He quickly achieved an erection and maintained it while I struggled to release my somewhat more little one from my pants. I lowered my head, went down and sucked him off and I was pleased with my efforts when with a grunt he spurted his cum down my throat. I really enjoyed it and remembered Daddy's advice, conflict should be seen as an opportunity to do something better!
My time in Germany and my military career came to an early end when I was posted back home to be discharged from the service. The reason for my premature departure was never clearly stated but I discovered later that there was something that had been placed on my record about 'conduct prejudicial to ....' Given that the military was in the process of down-sizing it seemed to me that any excuse was good enough for selecting personnel for discharge. The only person who could have made that entry on my record was the mean bastard who had had taken Renate away from me (or 'Reina' as he kept referring to her as) and although I could do nothing about the decision it just made me hate the guy even more. My bad feelings toward him went up to another level when I discovered that not only had he taken my girl away from me but that after I had departed for home that he actually married her.
My thoughts at the time were along the lines of 'Good Riddance' but I also remembered another thing that Daddy had impressed upon me which was that I should just regard this as another chapter of my life to put behind me. Little did I think when I boarded the plane for home that it was not the last time I would see them.
* * * * *
I returned home and after a few months I got my discharge from the Army on 'administrative grounds' (official speak for downsizing the military) and made plans and set about looking for a job. I returned to Detroit figuring I had a better chance of finding work there. I had no great list of skills and it was a frustrating time due to the depression that the country was experiencing but I was a big, fit guy and my 'job' in the Army had been mainly to deal with 'security' so I was kind of relieved when I saw an ad calling for a 'Hospitality Security Consultant' with a fancy name company just out of town.
I called the number and was given an address of a hotel located North of the city and invited to attend the following day for an interview. I hadn't twigged when given the address that this was in the area known as '8 mile' but soon became very aware when I drove there that this was not the smartest part of town. I was also confused when I got there that the address wasn't so much a hotel, more of a collection of lo-rise which made it look more like a motel, and at the back of the lot was a building with a neon sign which declared itself to be a Night Club.
I checked in at the main reception building and was directed through to the patio out back where a couple sat with their drinks and both looked up as I came through the door. They were both, I guessed, in their mid-to-late 40s and while the guy had a friendly way but condescending kind of manner about him, she seemed to be a bit stand-offish and looked me over as if she was inspecting a piece of meat. He shook my hand in greeting and introduced himself as Eric. He nodded toward the woman and said, "My wife, Desiree ...." She didn't made no move, continued her stare and didn't say a word.
He thought he would put me at my ease by calling the bartender and ordering me a drink. I didn't like to tell him that I wasn't a drinking man but thought it best just to accept the vodka cocktail that the barkeep bought. Once he had watch me take a gulp he then started asking me all the expected sort of questions about myself, my background, education, work experience and marital status and such, glancing at his wife from time-to-time, I'm guessing to check she was satisfied with my answers.
As I said, I'm not a drinker, never had been, but not wishing to offend I nervously gulped down the drinks that the bartender kept bringing even although I hadn't ordered any more. It became very hard to concentrate on what Eric then went on to tell me about the business he was running and what my part in it would be ... if I took the job. I'm also guessing that he sensed my desperation at finding work for when I eventually asked about the job description and the responsibilities of the impressive sounding title he had no embarrassment when he said, "A Doorman, a Meet-and-Greeter at the Club."
My face didn't betray my disappointment (I hoped!) and I swallowed my pride at my expectations being misled by the fancy executive-sounding job title and I meekly nodded my understanding at what he was telling me. He then elaborated on what I would be required to do which pretty much sounded as if I would not only be acting as a Bouncer to keep out the rough guys but also be a kind of go-fer for some of the well-heeled customers who had to be kept well provided with what the club had to offer. It all sounded a bit vague but he was persuasive in his manner and had clearly sensed how much I needed work so I made a show of thinking things over before saying, "Yeah, I think I can do that, when do I start?"
"Not so fast."
It was the first time I heard Desiree speak. "We need to check on a few things first to confirm your suitability. I'm getting the impression that you really need this job so let's just say that up to now you have passed the Theoretical part of the interview; now we need to do the Practical and, just so you know, from now on in you will address me as 'Mistress' and my husband as 'Master'!
"Let's take a walk and see just how much you want to work for us ...."
Master Eric smirked to see my confusion as Mistress Desiree stood up and walked away toward the foyer. She stopped at the doorway and when she saw that I hadn't moved almost barked an order, "Come on, follow me!"
Man, she was scary .. but I did as she asked and meekly trailed behind her. She led the way down a corridor to one of the hotel rooms and once we were inside she shocked me by telling me to get undressed. I hesitated and asked if I had heard her right. This irritated her and she repeated her command as if she was talking to a child, she hissed, "Get undressed!"
I was so drunk and nervous that I complied.
She looked on as I discarded my clothes and once I was standing there naked except for my socks she walked over, took the belt from my pants and tied it around my neck just like it was a dog leash. I hung my head in shame and straightaway she tugged on it and led me over toward the bed. The weirdness continued when I lifted my head and saw that Eric was standing there also naked and stroking his cock.
"Get down on your knees and suck him," was the next thing I heard and by this time I was so confused as to how I had ended up in this situation that I did just that without any hesitation.
"Hmm, I think he's done it before .... ," she said as she pulled off her own clothes down to just wearing only a black thong, " ... that's it, show me how you are going to get him good and stiff." She pushed past me and lay on the bed.
Eric reacted to my efforts and as I sucked on his dick I could feel it getting stiffer. I suppose if I had been half the man I thought myself to be then I would have been repulsed by being made to perform this act but I wasn't. Even in my drunken state it was not as if I could forget having done this before in the hotel in Germany with Shawn when it had been an exciting experience. However, that time it had been by consent with a friendly black guy who had been gentle toward me and not at all aggressive like these two domineering persons who had pretty much tricked me into going into the bedroom.
Mistress Desiree kept urging me to suck Master Eric's cock and I did so. I then followed her instructions to kiss his hanging balls. I did so with reverence and then I kissed the tip and used my tongue to lick his shaft before I took him in my mouth. She told me, "You will fellate very slow and sensually". I wasn't sure what she meant by such odd words and I looked up at her only for her to tell me not to look at her but look up into 'Master's eyes'. What I saw on Eric's face was a hard stare that was rough, intense.
He let me suck on him for a few minutes and then he decided he had had enough of me and I was told to go and sit in the corner of the room. He waited until I was seated and then he joined Mistress Desiree on the bed, pulled the thong to one side and they began to have sex. She looked over at me dispassionately and said I was allowed to take pictures with my phone and that she wanted to see me to get hold of my dick and masturbate.
I found my phone and with a shaking hand began to take pictures but I was so confused from the vodka they had plied me that when I tried to masturbate with my other shaking hand I couldn't get it up and I cried a little, feeling humiliated and useless.
I daren't move from my seat and I watched as the 49 year-old Master Eric fucked Mistress Desiree like a stallion. They went at it for well over an hour in different positions with her moaning loudly while at the same time they were keeping an eye on me sitting meekly on my chair. Eventually she lost interest in me and I saw her eyes roll back in her head as she clawed his back with her fingertips and for them to orgasm at the same time.
Master Eric lay still for a moment still buried in her before rolling off to one side. His cock looked to be just as stiff as when I last saw him spear her hairy cunt only, now, it was wet, shiny and covered in their combined goo. From where I sat, her pussy looked to be just as messy.
Mistress lifted her head and looked over toward me and confused me further by saying matter-of-factly as if what I had witnessed or been told to do was nothing, " ... another part of the job will require you to provide clean-up duties." She looked at her husband's dribbling cock and then meaningfully down at her own smeared body, "Well, what are you waiting for ... just how much do you want this job?"
Through my befuddled brain, I got the message and went over to the bed.
* * * * *
I've been working at the club now for more years than I care to remember. Yeah, for sure, I am nominally regarded as being a doorman/bouncer or whatever fancy title they have me down as on the IRS tax returns but in truth I am the 'go to go-fer' for the rich well-heeled clients who come to the club in their fancy cars with their fancy women. I don't tend the bar; we have 'hostesses' for that but when it's something that is required that is not on the bar menu then it is up to me to get it, the 'it' being commodities like lap-dancers who do more than dance; Coke that doesn't come in cans and, what has become my speciality, I have a contact list of men who, like me, are addicted to the smell and the taste of cum and know just how to get it.
It has been a gradual process to admit to my being completely gay but looking back I think that it was the job interview and the humiliation that Master Eric and Mistress Desiree put me through that set the course. The humiliations of that day have long been put to the back of my mind and what I now take from the experience is the excitement that I felt from being made to suck cock and how pleased I was with myself for making my Master spurt once more after him having only just cum inside his wife.
Clearly, I passed the test or I wouldn't have the job I am now enjoying and from time-to-time in recognition of my work performance I am called to the office and rewarded with a bonus of Master Eric letting me suck his cock before he fucks my ass. Thankfully, there has been no repeat of the embarrassment of that first time when I wasn't able to get an erection and now there is nothing more blissful than to feel my ass being fucked with his fat cock and his hands to be wanking my own stiff penis till we both cum.
That is not to suggest that I have not tried to suppress these feelings and be the heterosexual male for I did have a long-time girlfriend, Trina, and although we did have proper sex I think she suspected that my heart wasn't in it especially when, just like that first time at the hotel, I couldn't get up or, even worse, that I would shoot my load within seconds of getting into her.
Then the accusations started that I 'wasn't a proper man' and in my attempt to prove her wrong I began to mess around with other women which didn't sit too well with her when she found out. The final straw was broken when she said that we should seal our relationship by me giving her what she really wanted, a baby. When after a few months of me trying (and failing) I admit to letting my frustration turn into aggression and there may have been a few times when I slapped her around a bit. Unsurprisingly, this did not bode well and I came home from working at the club one night to find a note and all her things gone; Trina had left me.
She never did answer my calls but it was a few months later that I bumped into her in the Mall and she was hanging on the arm of this tall black guy and obviously she was very much in love. What was also obvious was that she was pregnant and after the initial surprise of us meeting again Trina took great satisfaction in telling me that she had met someone who knew how to treat a woman properly.
That remark hurt but I guess it also confirmed in my mind that I had never really been too bothered about gaining the affections of the opposite sex and that my interests and satisfactions were more likely to be found with my 'own kind'.
I never did make a declaration that I had 'come out of the closet', apparently my preference was something that had long been recognised and accepted by those around me and whom I worked with. My orientation, I discovered later, was a factor in getting the job. Master Eric told me in confidence one time after he had finished giving me my 'bonus' that there had been trouble at the club in the past with some of the Bouncers that they employed hitting on the girls and causing trouble. There had been a couple of incidents when matters got out of hand and the police had to be called and, as Eric said, "... the last thing we needed was the cops taking an interest in my place."
I understood what he was saying for, let's say, the entertainment and the services on offer were not exactly what could be regarded as legit! Anyway, he said that he and Mistress Desiree decided that a solution to that particular problem would be in future to employ people who had no inclination or designs on the women they worked with! Unknown to me, it was my lack of performing that was the reason I passed the job interview.
A typical night's work for me is to greet the high-rollers who come to the club with plenty of money and high expectations. My job is to see them to a booth in what is laughingly referred to as the VIP suite and if they haven't already come accompanied with a partner to make certain that a girl or two is provided along with their first complimentary drink. I have come to know their preferences and they have no need to tell me what drink they like to have or what type of girl they want to be sucking their cocks.
Presently working the night shift is a fine choice and I'm there to look out for them all and make sure that they don't get into any kind of trouble. There is Kayla, a 22 years old white girl, very curvy with a big booty who likes to give the impression that she is very shy (which the patrons love) and she will claim that she is just a waitress, not a stripper, but everyone knows that she is a very imaginative and accomplished whore who will do anything for money.
Others that I look out for is Armani, a slim petite white girl with black hair and her best friend Lexie, a big booty blond white girl with tits that she just loves to show off to anyone who has the cash. A favourite of mine is Harmony, a tall black girl with a body that I guess is best described as being like an Amazon. All of them feel safe in my presence knowing that I am there to look after their best interests and that I have no designs on them in a sexual sense. They know too well where I seek my pleasures and that it's not a pussy that interests me!
As I mentioned, it's been a few years now that I have been doing this job and I thought that I had seen most things and become a little blasé at what went on under the guise of 'entertainment'. Night after night I would observe 'my girls' quickly get down to business and in the subdued lighting of the VIP suite see them without hesitation be pulling and sucking on the stiff cocks of our customers. Providing the John had enough money they might then take the man (or men!) to one of the adjacent lounges where a bed was provided so that they could earn an extra bonus by having their brains fucked out in comfort. Some of the customers might be too impatient to wait to make the trip and I had often seen Lexie, Harmony or the others be bent over the table of the booth and be fucked doggy style as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Nobody objected just as long as the money was paid.
That's not to say that I had become incapable of being surprised. Last week I was pre-warned to expect a particular rich dude who was expecting to be treated to really good night of the kind of entertainment that the club specialised. Master Eric told me about the reservation made under the name of 'Jeff' and said that the guy needed to be treated with consideration (as if I would do anything but!) as he had some kind of business proposition to make. My boss said he was also aware that the guy was some kind of number with the local mob and had better be treated with respect or there would be consequences for everyone concerned, especially me!
I wasn't too concerned by the warning, we'd had entertained plenty of shady characters in the past and they'd always gone away satisfied so I figured that this guy, whoever he might be, would be no different. How wrong could I have been?
I waited at the appointed time outside the doorway and have to admit that I was impressed to see a luxury SUV, an import (Jaguar, I'm guessing) pull into the driveway. My admiration turned to shock when the driver got out and opened up the back door to let his passenger out, it was my old platoon sergeant from Germany dressed in a sharp suit and wearing that same superior smirk that I remembered from our days together. I recognised him immediately. Whether there was any recognition on his part when I greeted him I couldn't tell as he was wearing a wrap-around pair of shades but he certainly didn't make any sign that he had identified me.
The next surprise came when the driver went around to the other side of the car and held the door open. Out stepped my old girlfriend Renate looking very glamorous and dressed in a style I can only described as how I would expect to see a whore; there was no other way to describe it. She smiled as 'Sarge' took her hand and said in that quaint German accent, "Thank you, Jeffie," but completely ignored me as I led them through to the VIP lounge.
Once I had got them settled I set about my regular routine of making sure that the drinks were flowing and that the girls were available ... if that's what he wanted. I kind of figured that maybe if he had bought his wife along then maybe he wasn't going to be interested in having other female company and attention. That was something else that I got wrong for it soon became apparent that Renate, the sweet German country girl I had known, had changed beyond recognition. It was clear that her association and marriage to her 'Jeffie' had transformed her, she now seemed to be acting like some kind of hard-nosed party girl. I don't know any other way to describe her, a slut, maybe?!
Jeff soon made it clear that he didn't need me hovering around, he said he knew the set-up and that he would call for me if there was anything that he needed. Renate, or Reina as she was referred to by her husband, looked toward me but I don't think she was actually seeing anything. Her eyes were glazed and she gave every impression that while she might be present in body that her mind was definitely elsewhere ... like on another planet. No doubt about it, she was stoned.
I kept a discrete watch on the booth from the sidelines, checking to see Lexie and Harmony were already going about their work. They were both were in fine form and Lexie was already seated close to Jeff paying him close attention while Harmony had slid into the opposite side of the booth to sit alongside Reina. It made for a fascinating sight and knowing from my times spent with the big black guy in the Sauna and the locker rooms back in Germany I positioned myself so that I might see the expression on little Lexie's face when she uncovered what he was packing in his pants. I didn't have to wait long but I was disappointed for Lexie, being the complete pro, showed nothing but joy on her face when she finally succeeded in uncovering that black monster cock. Jeff chuckled at something she said (I couldn't hear what) but I heard loud and clear when he said back to her, "Yeah, you can be the first... I wanna be sucked by all of you tonight." Lexie laughed at his joke but I knew as she lowered her head to his lap that he wasn't joking.
He leaned back against the seat, picked up his drink and smiling he looked over toward his wife who was smirking back at him. "Ya having a good time Leibling?" she slurred.
"You bet," was the response from this arrogant bastard, "... What about you? I told you this place was gonna be a knockout." He seemed to be oblivious to Lexie who was striving to get her mouth around his fat knob. "Wadda 'bout you, you don't seem to be doing much."
"Oh Leibling, you know I like to watch you making new friends and enjoying yourself ..." She turned and leaned toward Harmony and gave her a kiss, " ... And, doncha worry about me, I've gotta new friend of my own to help me have a good time," she giggled.
I wasn't too sure with the subdued lighting but it seemed to me that as they kissed Harmony already had her hand under the short skirt of my German ex-girlfriend.
Jeff looked up and saw that I was in sight. He called me over and with Lexie's head bobbing up and down in his lap he pointed to his empty glass and said, "We need refills." Reina didn't say anything, she was too occupied with having her tits sucked and to be exploring Harmony's pussy.
I returned to the table with the drinks just as Lexie bought him to his first orgasm. He gave a kind of grunt as she lifted her head and I tried not to be impressed at the sight of the blast of cum that hit her face. On the other side of the table Harmony in her own way seemed to be achieving the same affect with Reina and as I set down her cocktail she gave a squeal that experience told me was her having a climax of her own. It was a scene of utter depravity but, hey, that's what the club was all about and being the complete professional I acted as if this was nothing new and just asked, "Will that be all ... is there anything else I can get you?"
Jeff didn't show any gratitude at receiving the drinks order but said, "Yeah, we could use some Snow."It was a request I didn't like hearing. Since a previous little bit of trouble with the law we now had a strict no-drugs policy at the club, leastways, we didn't keep any drugs on site. I shared this news with him and he was not impressed.
"No worries. Go and find my driver and tell him to give you what I need."
There seemed to be little point in telling him that was also against the law so I did as he ordered.
By the time I returned with the packets of Blow the positions of the girls had changed and it was now Lexie who was caressing Reina with Harmony having taken her place alongside Jeff who made no attempt to hide his fat black cock that lay across his lap. The man was shameless.
He nodded toward his wife but said to me, "You know what to do, make her a line ... and then go get me another girl."
I did as he said and poured and prepared a line of powder on the glass top table for Reina. She disengaged herself from Lexie and expertly rolled a dollar bill and snorted till the line had all disappeared. She then shocked me by lifting her head and looking at me with that sexy look on her face that I knew so well, said, "Zank you Kevin!"
Shit, so she did recognise me but clearly was so spaced out that she wasn't thinking right and hadn't thought to mention it up until that point!
"Yeah, 'Thank you Kevin'", mimicked Jeff, "now go find me another fucking girl!"
Damn, so they both knew who I was and from that point on there was no need in me denying it. I left them, hearing them laughing behind my back at their joke, and went back to the bar to tell Kayla she needed to take a round of drinks to the VIP lounge. She knew what was expected of her.
The rest of the night played out in a kind of blur. Soon after Kayla had 'served' them both, Jeff told me he knew about the suites with the beds, etc. and he demanded that they take their places and the girls there for the rest of the evening. Being the dutiful servant, I gathered up the drinks from the table and led him and Reina to the larger of the two rooms. He made it quite plain that I wasn't to get in the way of his (their) enjoyment but that I needed to be close at hand to 'take orders'. That was fine by me as the less I had to do with him, the better, knowing from experience how unpredictable and nasty he could be. So it was that I spent my time between ensuring that they were not disturbed but at the same time keeping an ear cocked waiting for his orders to go get drinks or, frequently, to go out to his car to get 'another dose' or some cash from his driver. I figured he was making me do it, the running around after him, as some kind of humiliation. It was certainly a reminder of how he used to jerk me around when we were together in Germany.
Each time I came back to the room to deliver whatever it was that I had been sent to get I would find that he would have that fat cock of his stuffed in one of the girls or that they would be playing with him to make sure that he didn't lose interest. He never seemed to be anything but stiff and I had to grudgingly admit to myself that his cock (it must have been 10", at least) was to be envied and I was wishing that I could try it out for myself. It was not to be (not that night, anyway) and so the time went by until even they admitted that they had had enough and declared they were leaving.
I was relieved to think that the night had passed by without any major upset and that we had delivered on our promise of giving our customers a good time. My relief was short-lived for Reina decided that, as high as was from all the white stuff that she had been snorting all night, that she wanted a final treat; she said 'for old time's sake' she wanted to see my 'Kliener Schwanse'. Jeff didn't know what the hell she was talking about. I did, she wanted to see my 'little cock' as she used to call it.
I was horrified. Not because I was concerned so much about showing off my cock but rather that it would reveal that I was wearing the frilly lace panties that Mistress Desiree had insisted I wear that night. I never understood at the time why she had made me do that (although I had to admit that the feel of the silk on my cock was most pleasurable) but it then became apparent when to the sound of Reina's laughter I heard him say, "... didn't I tell you he would do anything you told him to!"
It was then that I learned that the ownership of the club was about to change hands and that Jeff and the Mob were about to become my new bosses. This whole evening had been about checking out what the club had to offer and on Mistress Desiree's recommendation I was considered as being one of the assets. The ladies panties reveal was just one of the tests that I had unknowingly been subjected to.
Still laughing they exited the club, and I was left contemplating what my future held now that I had been 'reunited' with the mean black bastard who had made my life a misery in the past.
I decided that I would not do anything too dramatic as quitting the job that I loved so much. Instead I elected to do what my Daddy had told me to do 'take any setback as an opportunity; suck it up and do your duty'.
