Note: This story was written for a friend who loves to watch man-on-man action, so the sex is primarily m/m. If that offends you, please move on to a different story.
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I didn't suspect a thing when my friend Cynthia called asking me to be a waiter at a birthday party she was planning for her friend. Renee's husband has been ill, so hearing that "the girls" wanted to have a party for her was no surprise. They've all hung out together for years and sometimes all they need is an excuse to have some kind of celebration.
"It's just going to be us girls, and we want to have a couple of servants to bring us our drinks and hors d' oeuvres," she told me. "We just want to feel like queens for a night, with guys waiting on us for a change."
"Sure, I guess I can be persuaded," I replied, knowing that my schedule was clear for the night in question. "It ought to be fun, as long as I don't have to listen to all of you bitching about your husbands all night."
"No worries," said Cynthia. "This is going to be a sleep over party at Diane's house, so we can all cut loose and get as shit-faced as we want. Nobody will have to drive, and we're all just looking to relax and have fun, and party like we did back in the day."
"Okay, you're on. Do I need to bring anything?"
"Nope. Just yourself. I'll even have a uniform for you."
"Uniform?" I questioned.
"I'm still trying to figure it out, but it won't be anything elaborate," she said. "Just show up ready to serve us for a few hours, ok?"
We left it at that. I penciled it in on my calendar and went about my business. I was very busy at work, so the next ten days passed quickly, without me thinking too much about the party. I knew this bunch of 60ish women would get a bit silly and probably a bit drunk, so it would be a fun time for all of us. Most of us went to school together a long time ago, so I was pretty relaxed about the whole thing.
She messaged me the day before the party to confirm the time and place. "7pm at Diane's house. Other waiter is Danny."
"Ok. What about this uniform crap?"
"Not a big deal. Can you handle wearing a bow tie for us?"
"Not my favorite but I guess I can play along. C U tomorrow"
"U R a sweetheart. Just relax and we will all have fun. Wear that great cologne. I like my waiters to smell good. LOL"
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I arrived at Diane's big old house a few minutes before 7:00pm on Saturday. It's a beautifully restored older home with an open floor plan downstairs and at least 4 bedrooms upstairs. I've always admired it, and it was the perfect venue for the women to party, especially for an overnighter, and considering the fact that Diane is single, she didn't have to kick a husband out for the night either.
She opened the door with a smile. "Come on in Tom. I'm glad you agreed to help out. This is going to be so much fun!"
"Have you been drinking already?" I teased her. "You're awfully happy for this early in the evening. You better pace yourself or we'll be carrying you to your bed before the evening's half over."
"Don't you worry about that...I'll be just fine! Now, Cynthia is in the kitchen laying out the goodies, so you'd better go see what she has in mind for you to do," she laughed.
Stepping into the kitchen I noted that Danny was already there, helping Cynthia set up trays with various finger foods. I knew him, but not well; he's more a friend of Cynthia's. He's one of her gay friends, of which she has quite a few. Not a surprise, considering she had a lesbian lover on the side for quite some time in her earlier years. I'm a closeted bisexual myself, and Cynthia is the only one in our circle of friends who is aware of that, thanks to a late night drunken confession. Part of the reason we're such good friends is that she's discreet and she's kept my secret for almost ten years.
"Hey, you made it," she greeted me. "We've just about got all the food set up, and the punch is already made in the fridge. Give me just a couple of minutes to finish up here and we'll get you guys all set up. Then I can go over the plans for the evening."
I nodded at Danny. "I guess we have to look out for each other tonight, huh? All these women get a little crazy when they've been drinking."
"You know it, brother and this one's the ringleader," he grinned, nodding at Cynthia. "It's hard to say just what she'll do when she has a few drinks in her."
Very soon she was finished with the food and led both Danny and me into the pantry adjacent to the kitchen. There was a coat tree and two kitchen chairs there, and a bow tie lying on each chair. Cynthia picked one up and held it out to me. "Here is your uniform for the night."
I started to turn up my collar and button the top button of my shirt when she reached out to stop me. "This is your uniform. Your entire uniform. All I want you wearing is this," she stated evenly, looking me in the eyes.
"What?" I asked incredulously. "You have got to be kidding me. What kind of crazy shit have you got in mind?"