Why was I asked to attend
My Bosses Garden Party
I saw this as an unprecedented opportunity to impress.
Friday afternoon all jobs done for the week now sitting relaxed at my desk with a coffee waiting to go home, it was two thirty and only one hour to go; in walked Avril our boss and part owner of the company's personal and private assistant. Her reputation as a no-nonsense tyrant was well know, mid-late thirties well-spoken, not bad figure, power dresser with incredibly high stiletto heeled shoes.
She came over to my desk and sat down, I was the only person she ever did that with, looked at me with fire in her eyes and said;
"Where is everybody?"
Intimidated by her I nervously answered;
"They all finish at one thirty on a Friday; it's my turn to stay until three thirty."
Her curt unremitting and unforgiving tone reply was;
"You will have to do; come with me!"
As I already had a warning a second one could mean; 'I was out.'
And! I couldn't afford for that to happen again.
When I was with my last and first full time employer someone found explicit stills and a video of me on OnlyFans when I was a 19 year old second year student and copied them; I had never seen them before.
I needed money; my gay friend Tom who worked as an Escort for the same reason, secured me work as a straight Escort to help fund my studies; it didn't end well.
It involved going out with salt and pepper, gray or white haired business men, who wanted to be seen with a young guy; probably a fantasy sugar baby thing they thought they had missed out on. As such nothing ever really happened, other than a free meal, interesting conversation and tips about getting on in your career.
With an occasional discreet hand grope and leg rub under the table.
The first time it went any further was when I agreed to go back to Phil's room, a really handsome and wealthy guy. After we were unexpectantly photographed together at the table where he had both his hands on top of mine at the time.
As I hadn't objected he asked can we go up to his room he would like to take some private photographs of me. In his room explained he also wanted more, not a lot more, just to let me be stripped naked by him on camera.
My friend Tom had already photographed me naked before so what could go wrong; bit naïve I know, but I agreed. The double your money was the incentive, at that time I actually believed it was for a private collection.
He had me stand in front of one of those hotel door full length mirror, with his phone camera set at an angle so he could video my front and back in the mirror simultaneously.
As part of the videoing he started to seductively remove my clothes one item at a time without any help from me. It's unbelievable how erotic it is to dumbly stand there having that done to you by someone who is fully dressed.
It wasn't that long until I was standing their in my tight now bulging black briefs and because of the room lighting, my almost see through white shirt which he seductively unbuttoned one button at a time before dropping it onto the nearby bed.
I was starting to get seriously aroused as he came in close, I could feel his warm breath on my bare skin, with two hands he slipping off my briefs until I was standing their naked in front of him with a now developing hard-on. He was still fully clothed in front of me as he said;
"I will make it worth your while if you allow me to take more photographs of you."
By now my adrenalin had kicked into overdrive and overridden common sense I said "yes."
I had to stand in front of the mirror as he took a number of photographs from various angles with a camera with one of those fancy motorized zoom in-out lenses on it. He also asked me to lie down on the bed face down as he clicked away, then to slowly turn over and look straight at the camera as he constantly repositioned himself for a better angle.
By now I was fully erect and started to show off by gently faking stroking myself. It was then he asked, would I mind going the full way, he would make it worth my while.
I think by then I was on such a euphoric erotic high I had lost the plot and said slightly breathless; "yes."
Started off slowly, as I felt the buildup start I arched my back and jerked my body to emphasize pleasure, before long it wasn't an act it was real as I blasted out in front of the camera. I lay there recovering as he continued to switch from video to photograph mode.
By now I was in a bit of a mess as I went into the walk-in shower leaving the sliding door open as he clicked away and followed me as I cleaned myself up.
He stood by his word and paid me through my friend Tom's fixer, who arranged it all, three times the agreed Escort rate and gave me copies of two video's and 20 stills he had photoshopped and edited; as we agreed.
Word soon got out that I was open for 'extras' which were mainly a repeat of what Phil wanted or something similar. Sometimes they wanted me to photograph them too in various stages of activity or undress. Eventually I took courses at a local college in erotic and pole dancing, photographing, filming, photoshopping and video editing.
I was now getting two or three assignments each week which more than covered my student costs I was also able to start paying off some of my student loan and debts.
One assignment I had in a very exclusive hotel was a no show, just as I was about to leave a well-dressed guy in his sixties came over and sat down beside me placed a brown envelope on the table and said.
"You possibly don't remember me, a few months back you were a paid Escort to a business colleague of mine, and I see he has let you down tonight. You can keep what's in the envelope if you stay the night with me."
I remembered him and said "okay."
That was the first time that I was propositioned, I think we both enjoyed the impromptu nature of it
One day my friend Tom approached me and asked me if I wanted to take part in a foursome with a couple. I said yes the thrill of it had got to me. However Tom couldn't make it he literally fell off his bicycle coming into Uni one morning and was laid up for a few weeks although, one of his regular clients had him meet with them with his ankle still in plaster. He was also a great one for being photographed and had an impressive collection of photographs and videos that he sometimes posted.
As I had already agreed to it I would have do it alone, I hoped they would cancel but didn't. I met them in their posh hotel room, they were an American husband and wife couple celebrating their 40
th
wedding anniversary by touring Europe and doing something in each country which was totally out of character for them.
They had the executive penthouse, their something special was a BDSM themed night starting off with stripping me naked while they were fully clothed.
Then I had to lay on the bed as they played various games with and on me, I was then spread eagled and tied on the bed with pink fluffy hand and leg restraints. They explored my body every way possible including each of them giving me successive slow hand jobs which was exhausting. Actually it was a lot of light hearted fun which they were very, very appreciative off.
A similar request job came up which was to be in a private club in London which I agreed to be part of a group for. I didn't know what it would entail I assumed probably would be something similar to the American couple.
I was to travel first class on the overnight sleeper to London, sitting in its club car having a few drinks. I was approached by guy about my age in his twenties most certainly foreign from his accent and lovely olive coloured skin. He sat down opposite me and said in broken English.
"My name is Zac I don't have a ticket for this train, if you let me travel with you in your cabin tonight I can give you a wonderful time and you won't have to pay me?"
I could see the conductor approach so I lifted my bottle of wine with two glasses and said "follow me."
Was it really any different from what I had been doing?
The sleeper cabin was one of the newly refurbished fleet with a double bed. Zac stood there as I poured two glasses of wine then we sat on the edge of the bed together wine in hand as we talked.
He was a Romanian student heading back from some pop festival, I was supposedly a business man heading to London for a meeting, well sort of true. We placed our wine glasses on the dresser, Zac kneeled on the bed and started to unbutton my shirt just as the train started to move. Unbalanced for a moment Zac fell onto the bed taking me with him.
We lay there together, Zac continued to remove my shirt, then took off his own, and I started to fully undress him as he fully undressed me. We soon lay their naked together each with a glass of wine in hand. He poured some wine on my boner and stated to suck and lick it dry, it felt like the test 'how hard can hard possibly get.' As he lay back I poured wine on his boner and sucked it like a straw until he unloaded.
There were two straps on the bulkhead, for what I don't know, but he looped his hands through them until he was positioned doggy style. I didn't need an invitation and started to enjoy his inner body warmth, I was in no rush to climax and savored every moment until I couldn't contain myself and unloaded.
We changed places and twice more during the night we enjoyed ourselves. In the morning I took Zac with me to the rail company Executive Club, before enjoying a breakfast together we shared a hot shower and yes you can. Although agreed otherwise I gave him some money for the road and my business card.
I arrived at the Sheraton at noon as agreed and met the organiser Sian who introduced me to her colleagues. Turned out I was the only one of the 'activities' group that had turned up and I would have to fill in for the two no-shows.
It was prearranged that it would start by some of the group forcibly ripping my clothes off, which were a sort of paper, specially prepared for this activity; apparently it's not an uncommon request. It was to be carried out in a brightly lit room followed by being spread-eagled and tied up on the bed unknown to me the quick release ties which had been removed.
Another three joined in making eight now, all wearing colourful Pup masks and black harnesses. I couldn't clearly see what was happening as I had been partially blindfolded, gagged and securely restrained.
I felt the first one climb on me and start getting warmed up by stroking my butt with his hard-on as he howled like a wild dog. Then in he came again and again and again, this was not what was agreed, I couldn't call out the agreed safe (stop) word, not that that would have mattered as they were all high on something. After the first unloaded, before it drained off the next one started, then the next and the next. After the next one joined in I was oblivious to what was happening to me and no longer felt or heard them living out their fantasies.
