As a student on a scholarship my finances are always a bit shaky. My scholarship pays for tuition and living in the dorm and food but I still have other expenses. I have no family anymore, so I am quite on my own when it comes to getting by in the world.
To supplement my income, I advertise in the Hollywood area for various "party services", including waitering, bartending, and even some go-go dancing. I'm 21, 6'2" with blue eyes blond hair and a slightly-more-muscular-than-swimmer's build. I'm not too hairy; my body hair resembles fine gold threads, especially if I have a tan. I'm told that I have a very boyish face, which older ladies have told me makes an interesting contrast to the rest of me.
My balls are what they call 'low-hangers" and I've been told my cock is bigger than average; about 9" long, slim and straight. It hangs pretty low even when soft so I guess I'm both a grower and a shower. Girlfriends have told me that it's nice to look at hard or soft. I tend to do a bit of manscaping; just to keep the family jewels looking neat and well groomed I guess I'm vain enough and figured I could use my physical assets to make some extra cash. I con myself into thinking I'm not a gigolo since I never actually 'fuck for a buck', so I figured party services was a safe and fun bet and doesn't take up too much of my time. It doesn't hurt that I'm almost always horny.
I must also confess that I have a high sex drive and jack off daily, sometimes more than once. Sometimes in preparation for a gig, I abstain for several days. I like going to a gig feeling really sex-starved.
A woman who said that she was a very successful entertainment business executive called. She was throwing a "hen night" of sorts for a few co-workers and business clients. Having traveled extensively in the U.K. she had been to these kinds of parties and thought it would be amusing to have a male server at an all female gathering. I told her that cocktail waitering for an all female group was my specialty. She asked if I had the usual cater-waiter clothes, which I do. She also mentioned that a traditional hen-night usually involved nudity at some point. I figured it was easy money.
The house was one of those ultra modern jobs far up in the Hollywood Hills with a spectacular view of the city below. Most of the walls seemed to be nothing but floor to ceiling glass windows. It looked like a fishbowl. The neighbors could probably see everything going on in that house.
I arrived early. It was going to be a really classy party. The parking valet directed me to the service door and my hostess was there to greet me.
"Randy, I'm glad you came early. My name is Veronica, but everyone calls me Ronnie. I'm so pleased that you look 'as advertised'. You can't always trust on-line ads. Let me show you around. The bar is well stocked and there's the buffet."
The bar was indeed well stocked with top-shelf liquor, wine and plenty of mixers. I had taken a bartending course a while back so I was sure I could make any of the more popular drinks. The caterer had already gone and all the hors d'oeuvres were in chafing dishes lined up on the buffet. I guess I was to be the only server. I noticed a dessert buffet with assorted pastries and even a chocolate fountain. There were some very clever serving trays with thumb holes in the center making them very easy to hold and balance. It was a very warm Hollywood night, so a lot of guests were expected to circulate on the deck near the infinity pool, so I would be kept busy going in and out of the house.
It was a great pool area. There even seemed to be some workout equipment and something that looked like a high bar. I guess that was used for chin-ups or something.
"Randy, as I mentioned, this is a hen night. It's all women. You're much more attractive than I expected. I didn't want you to be nude at the start because I'm not sure how my guests will react. CFNM is much more popular in Europe and the U.K. I don't want any of the ladies to be made uncomfortable. There are several very important business contacts here and I do want them to have a good time without feeling shocked or embarrassed. Can you 'go with the flow' and we'll see what happens?"
"Well ma'am, I don't think that will be a problem, especially since I'm starting out fully dressed. I'll be sure to be respectful of all the ladies and play along with whatever the majority wants."
The guests began to arrive in groups. It looked like it was going to be a large crowd. After a while it seemed that the party was going along fine...very mixed group of ladies...some younger, some older. Some were quite attractive, others, not so much...and really enjoying their drinks. Also a very friendly group...as I kept getting patted on the butt, or having my chest and shoulders touched.
I had not anticipated quite so much physical contact while I was fully clothed but after my recent almost pornographic adventures posing for an art class and a dance class and a recent bathroom cleaning job, I figured this was tame by comparison even if I was the only male in the place. I secretly hoped I would stay dressed for a change. I stashed a small tote bag with my wallet and keys behind the bar. I went commando with no underwear and very snug pants with no back pockets. I wanted to show my cock and ass to best advantage since I wasn't sure if I was going to be naked. Don't get me wrong. I am an extreme exhibitionist, but a clothed gig would be a relaxing change of pace.
A surprising number of guests got very flirty with me, even going so far as to pull me close and kiss me on the mouth, usually managing to sneak in some groping of my ass or crotch. I also got quite a few requests for business cards. Naturally all the attention was causing some stirrings in my crotch and since I hadn't jacked off for several days, I was working semi-hard most of the time.
The party seemed to be going quite well, relaxed and fun. I saw my hostess heading toward me, I assumed to give me a few more instructions on what to serve when she stumbled and doused my tux shirt with her drink. The party came to a complete, silent standstill. Everyone was watching us. "Oh, Randy, I'm so sorry, how clumsy of me."
I was going to grab a bar towel to dry myself a bit; when she told me that I looked uncomfortable...standing there all wet...and should remove my shirt so that I could continue serving while my shirt was laundered.. Since it was such a warm evening it shouldn't be a problem. She went to a wall, pressed a button, and an entire section of windows overlooking the pool area opened up just like a garage door. She guided me out on to the deck area. Everyone watched as I removed my shirt. My hostess took it from me and spoke to her guests. I gathered she had decided that I was going to get naked after all.
"I hope no one minds if Randy works shirtless. I don't want him wandering around in a wet shirt."
There was applause and a few wolf whistles from the guests. I had left my bow tie on and hoped it made for a nice effect. Now the ladies were getting much more aggressive as I waited on them...really groping my butt, thighs, and chest...and I was enjoying the attention and becoming aroused. As I had gone commando without underwear...there was nowhere to hide my growing cock. I was really enjoying the feel of my hardening cock as it rubbed against my pant leg while I walked around. I was so horned up from several days of abstinence I bet that if I stayed hard I could cum in my pants from just the friction! I could tell that the ladies were enjoying the view.
Between passing around trays of drinks and hors d'oeuvres I was kept running back and forth around the house. As it was a very warm night, I was beginning to sweat a bit. I caught sight of myself in one of the windows. My body was glistening and the effect was very sexy, if I do say so myself.
One of the guests, an attractive and classy looking older woman, came up to me while I was at the bar fixing a tray full of drinks to pass around. She looked very rich and very important.
"You're name is Randy, isn't it?"
"Yes, ma'am, it is."
She placed her hands on my chest and started running her fingernails down my torso. I jumped slightly at the sensation, but had to admit that it was enjoyably erotic. My nipples even got hard.
"I'm Laurel. My, you're a pretty thing; the face of a little boy and the body of a god." "Well, I wouldn't say that..."
"And apparently the dick of a horse!"
She had reached over and grabbed my crotch. I was a bit surprised, as she had looked so refined, but I kept my cool. I didn't want to piss off any important guests and I was enjoying the feeling of her hand on my stiff cock, even through my pants.
