(Note to readers: there is a bit of man-on-man milking at this event)
After my bizarre humiliation session with the Lambda Delta Mu Sorority, Ms. Stone decided that I needed a mental and physical break. I was in total agreement. I neglected to mention that for a change I wasn't hurting for ready cash, as House Mother Victoria had been obscenely generous.
I had a fall break from my classes so I had planned to kick back and do plenty of nothing, except for my regular workout routine. FD Corp. had arranged that I could remain in my dorm over the break even though other students had to clear out. I thought it might be fun having the dorm pretty much to myself, except for a campus security guard stationed to keep an eye on the place to avoid break-ins and such.
I was happy to know that I would still have my supervised training and meals. FD wanted to keep me in peak condition and I had to confess I was entirely too fond of my ripped, lean muscular body.
Although I had the money to take a trip, I thought it might be restful to be by myself. I was getting a little weary of my FD Corp. assignments. They were taking a very kinky turn and it was becoming harder not to feel embarrassed, humiliated or even frightened during the sessions. I was having trouble justifying the fact that the kinkier and more depraved sessions were becoming increasingly arousing to me.
One afternoon, as I was poking around the student commons, I happened to glance at one of the community bulletin boards. Some of the locals post want ads there looking for baby sitters or help with chores and things like that.
One posting that looked brand new caught my eye. "Fun Hollywood Couple seek uninhibited male dancer to entertain at a very adult charity Halloween costume party. Must have fun costumes to dance in and must be willing to strip to skimpy attire."
The number to call was included. I had thought that I didn't want to do anything that involved crowds, but this sounded like fun and a good way to get my masculine mojo back. As I mentioned, some of my FD Corp. assignments had left me feeling shy and embarrassed about being naked and on display and I didn't like that feeling. Also most of my body hair that had been shaved by the Sorority had grown back and I didn't feel like such a freak.
I went back to my dorm room and called the number and spoke with the hostess. She and her husband were expecting a mixed crowd of men and women of varying ages, and wanted some more risquΓ© entertainment as a means of getting larger donations from some of the more adventurous party-goers.
They had thought about getting a naked bartender...but they had a regular caterer for cocktail and food service anyway, and wanted to know if I would be available to go-go dance throughout the evening and maybe do a strip tease for the real late night partiers.
She mentioned that they had a rec-room of sorts and would have a box and stripper pole (fun couple!) set up. If I could bring a few easy costumes to dance in and maybe even strip out of, that would be really sensual. I decided that I really wanted this gig.
"Well, Ma'am this really sounds like a lot of fun and certainly the type of thing I enjoy doing."
"That's wonderful Randy. I would like to actually see you before I commit to booking you."
"That's perfectly understandable. Are you near your computer?" She was, so I gave her my website address. There were no face pictures and the nude shots were censored but I figured she could get the idea. I waited on the phone while she looked over my CFNM Party Services website.
"Oh Randy, this is very impressive, at least from what I can see. Your list of services is delightful. I'm sure that my guests will find you most entertaining. However, I do also need my husband's approval and we would like to see your face. Is there a way that we can face-time with you?'
Before we hung up she quoted me a fee for the evening that was extravagant. She also mentioned that she would leave a tip jar in a prominent place and that I could keep tips as well. This sounded like too much fun to pass up. I gave her my information and we agreed on a time when she and her husband could get a quick look at me. A little later as I was doing other things on my lap top I got the message that someone was on face time for me. We connected and I got a look at my potential host and hostess. "Hollywood couple' was right. They were both excessively tanned. Her hair was abnormally blonde and his was abnormally black. I couldn't tell how old they really were. Both their faces had that plastic surgery 'pulled tight' look. They were, however both cheerful and smiling. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and she was in a very tight and low cut designer t-shirt. Her breasts were so large and high that they must have been under a surgeon's knife as well. She spoke first.
"How nice to meet you face to face Randy. You certainly are a handsome young man. Isn't he a handsome young man, dear?' Her husband chimed in.
"Yes, indeed, quite handsome. I think our guests would enjoy being entertained by this young man. I think he might stimulate some large donations."
"Now Randy, as we discussed, we need you to dance a few sets during the evening in assorted costumes. We feel that having food, drinks and live entertainment will encourage our guests to give generously to our charity. Our thought was to kind of 'auction" you off. What I mean is that if the guests want to see more of you they will need to up their donations. If the donations meet or exceed our goal you would eventually be completely naked. Your site does say that you will perform in the nude. Is that agreeable?'
"Yes Ma'am. That sounds like a lot of fun."
"Please call me Deedee and my husband is George."
"Glad to meet you, Deedee and George."
"Likewise, I'm sure. Although I did see your pictures online, I do think we should see some of you before we agree to book you, don't you think so George?"
"Yes dear. I'm sure the young man would agree to remove his shirt for us." As he spoke he put one arm around his wife's shoulders and began playing with one of her nipples through the thin t-shirt fabric. Diane moaned softly.
I stood up and removed the tank top I had been wearing. I stood back far enough from the lap top camera so that they could see my torso. I couldn't resist doing a bit of flexing and muscle-man posing to impress them. The idea of a gig where I was being admired and flattered instead of humiliated and abused had my cock starting to stir. I could feel the blood flowing to my shaft as it began to swell and lengthen in my loose running shorts.
"Deedee dear, Randy's torso is most impressive. Look at the cut of his abs. And his hips show the 'girdle of Hercules'. If I were still a casting agent I'd put him in a soap opera or get him a contract modeling men's underwear and swimwear."
"You're right George. I don't think he has an ounce of body fat. And his blond body hair looks like fine golden threads."