A Rite of Passage

A Rite Of Passage.

We have to earn a rite of passage from our Peers, which can take many forms.

My name is Frazer Montgomery, MacPherson-Hythe, quite a handle and history in it's making, Mac for short, 24 years old. I work for a company called PetroAlba plc just off the Broomielaw. My 14

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floor backside goldfish bowl office with head-to-toe smoked glass windows looks down onto back alleys and the entrance to a private 'gentleman's' sauna. Was tempted; not good to shit on your own doorstep though.

We are a, front end engineering design [FEED] company for oil & gas work I work in the business area. Company was started by two guys three years ago with an office under railway arches 500 yards away, they are now thirty of us in the office with three new starts joining next week. We are competitive and innovative in the work we do and how we win new and grow work, if you catch my drift.

A good size contract is between one hundred and five hundred thousand, following a successful business trip to Thailand with one of the company owners Gregor and my line boss. I am now business lead on winning a contract worth ten million, which will more than double our (backlog) order book. No pressure; I will need to be personally innovative and accommodating to close this deal. I work 60 hours a week, not complaining getting commensurate salary and bonuses.

Today is special for me, we finish at noon on a Friday and I am meeting up with my Uni friend and thesis buddy Kerry, we have history going back to our final year in business studies. We graduated together she went south for work I joined PetroAlba, that was over two years ago.

She had a falling out with her boss he wanted her to offer personal incentives to clients to win work. She told him then showed him where to stick his job, didn't press charges he put it down to experience being a better option than publicity. Her father was Marine Recon and had shown her self-defense since an early age.

We are in the middle of a heat wave and it is a fantastic day I am to meet Kerry on Hope Street near the station entrance, never was a street so apply named, we were going to go for coffee and hopefully rekindle things.

As I crossed over Argyle Street I saw her in the distance, wearing white high drawn-in waist shorts and a short mesh top exposing her bare midriff, long tanned legs, long blond hair flowing halfway down her back set her off perfectly. As I approached weaving through equally scantily dressed pedestrian's, milling about, she turned put her arms around me, hugged and kissed me. I never felt so good, my mind jumped leaps and bound ahead thinking off rekindling the good times we had.

We were, still are, completely different characters when we first met, she was bubbly confident and a great looker. I took life seriously and was boring according to my friends. We were great together balancing out each other's excesses and shortcomings. She was and still is gay and has paid fun with swinger companion's.

My enthusiasm crashed and burned when she told me we couldn't meet today after all. Was meeting a client, could meet tomorrow at my apartment. It was then I realised she was back on the game, as students and later she wanted me to do it with her as a duet.

Historic Hope Street convention was straight on one side and not-straight on the railway side of the street, when I looked back down the street convention still held. It was that time of the month when the stock market and commodity traders got paid their bonuses and would soon be walking the street to spend their bonuses on unadulterated and unregulated fun. Square was for after it was dark.

It was then that Kerry looked down the street and said.

"You need to go it will soon be fun time, go get laid and be paid for it too, you know you like it and you are on the right side of the street."

I walked-on weaving around hopefuls hoping to make their lucrative market bonus deals. As I approached the old station carriage side entrance, someone looking at me caught my eye and came over.

"Hi; I am Peter, Kerry said you would be available this afternoon."

We were both distracted with the sound of a car horn, turned, there was Kerry and a brunette in an expensive Porsche open top sports car waving at us as their long hair's flailed about in the Porsche's slipstream.

I was fed up being boring; "where would you like to go?"

We walked through the station and out the other side, his hotel was on the other side of the street. Room standard nothing special, asked "can I" nodded yes. He started to slowly strip me one item at a time as he palm rubbed my body as it was exposed then started to nibble my nipples. My only contribution was to kick off my shoes.

I was enjoying the erotic thrill standing their naked and it was beginning to show. Standing fully dressed asked "can I" nodded yes again. Took his phone, I stood, sat then lay back on the bed as he photographed me. Phone down climbed over me straddling my legs as he gave me a hand-job genteelly, it was erotic then a slow rise of my extasy then a volcanic climax.

Seductively more for my benefit he slowly stripped as though to music entertaining me, he had certainly used that foreplay before. I knew what he wanted and how. Pulled my knees up, legs wide open like butterfly's wings, he leant over and started to probe until ready. Genteelly he brought himself on as I lay back enjoying the pure seductive experience until he let go. It didn't end there, rolled over alongside me invitingly.

We lay alongside each other recovering wondering what's next. Our meditation interrupted when he asked "do you know any interesting clubs near an Italian restaurant?" I did. After I had banged him we showered before heading downtown to a restaurant I used for business clients. Afterwards we went to a stag night club called Ollys located up a double back ally.

The club was dark but air conditioned, once our eyes adjusted to the low lighting were shown to a table where the cabaret would be staged. Being a Friday night, club was well patronised by revilers. First on was a parade of newbies for a rite of passage event, which I had experienced a while ago, hadn't been back since though.

The parade was along a catwalk apart from wearing a numbered armband they all were starkers they couldn't see us because of the stage uplighting blinding them. It was a self-confidence initiation, I could feel their heart pound as mines did. Each table had a counter, punch in a candidate number and mark one low to ten high, criteria was up to you, then you could bid for their company. Winer would get a monetary prize, participant's an opportunity to collect what was bid for their companionship. Peter scored them abstaining from bidding.

The midnight cabaret started with scantily clad dancers who danced until they were fully disrobed, their apparel being tossed into the audience as trophies. It was here I first met Kerry, didn't know her then, she sat on my knee and caressed my ego, it was to be over another year before we met as students. Final act two guys giving a live sex show their climaxes were real.

Before we parted Peter treated himself to a gloryhole thrill, although tempted I refrained. Peter wanted to explore the club bukkake facilities and would make made his own way back to the hotel. Envelope in my pocket headed back to my apartment.

Next morning I decided to have a long warm slow soak in my doubled ended copper bath, opulence, even dropped in one of those mood soap bombs. I couldn't get Kerry out of my mind and what I did yesterday to please her. Would be visiting me this afternoon. I lay back in the warm water letting my mind drift back to how all this came about.

It started in my fresher's week and its extended happy hour, by tradition we all got blootered, I was no exception. I came-to in a strange bed in one of the halls of residence, lying naked on a bed with only a plastic dust sheet on it.

Between, where I hurt, back and front, mess on the sheet and me it was obviously a track meet; my first time. With whom a mystery to this day, nobody cast anything up or made any innuendos, wakeup call for the booze at least. Only indicator was three felt pen mark ticks on my left hip. After that I became a serious reclusive student, I had nobody to talk to about it, to exorcist my recurring dream demons of what may have happened.

I put it at the back of my mind, met Keith a student on the same study cadre as me, we became study buddies. Keith had a bed sit, a family friend house share, I lived with my parents we flirted between the two places using them as study hovels.

Keith's house share owner Tim was a naturist, professional photographer and a bit of a card, about twenty or so years older than us. Keith was a closet exhibitionist until Tim brought him out of the closet, now had a tendency to wander about partially dressed or naked, I was the opposite.

Tim recognised my phobia I became his next project. One Saturday night while having a Chinese meal and drinks round a low-level coffee table, Tim produced a web camera and started to stream us eating. Discussions flowed I was suckered in to discussing my phobia on-line Tim had spiked me.

Suddenly messages flashed up, others had the same phobia. Tim suggested we do a full Monty meal on-line, we finished our Chinese starker's. The number of viewers racked up many complimenting us, others not, we ended up being on for the full hour time slot Tim had booked.

After that Keith and I became life models for Tim, started off tame then fruity then well. Tim photoshopped them and sold them on-line including rolling life-sized posters of us frolicking mainly into the Asia market. They were very popular, particularly in Thailand, we receive a share of royalties.

That new year I went to Keith's home in the Borders to bring in the new year. Keith's sister Anna and her friend Gemma turned up unexpectantly, not only did I now have to share a bedroom with Keith but his bed too. When we first met, I suspected Keith was well maybe, Gemma and Anna let it slip they were an item and Keith's had said we were an item too.

That night we slept naked, I had never really fully exoticist my freshers experience maybe this would be it. He spooned my back and started body rubbing me, I could feel him get aroused, so was I. It wasn't long before I invited him, we banged each other. After doing it was obvious I had done it before, Keith confessed that's how he paid for his rent.

After that we became discreet bed fellows including with Tim and a couple of times with his friend Tom as a foursome, who was not only on the game but a game arranger too. He had me and Keith help out a few times when he was let down by someone, first time I was nervous after that not so much. Following summer Keith and his family, after finding out about our activities, immigrated to Canada.

At a Student Union party, I was introduced to Simon new to the area and a performing arts student he was unsure of himself and latched on to me. He was to do a rite of passage dance and audition, I had no idea what that was. Wanted to see what the venue was like, 'would I to go to Ollys night club with him?' I had never heard of it but he had two QR tickets, a freebie. I went with Simon to Ollys it was located up a dark double back ally.

We were taken back stage to get ready, since Simon was here his audition was brought forward. After being told what was required, he developed stage fright, asked would I join him in the newbie's rite of passage parade. Everyone who worked or wanted to work there had to do it.

We paraded along the catwalk wearing a numbered armband all starker's, we could hear but not see the audience, stage uplighting blinding us. I could feel my heart pound as we walked on, I was fourth Simon behind me. Each table had a counter to punch in a candidate number and mark one low to ten high, criteria was their choice and could bid for our company that night. Winner would get a monetary prize, participant's an opportunity to collect on their companionship bid.

The midnight cabaret started Simon scantily dressed did his rehearsed dance routine followed by a strip routine tossing all his clothes into the audience as trophies. His final act was; two guys giving a live sex show. Someone must have told Simon about my life model activities. I was so hyper, I collected my envelope bid money, Simon got his job offer as a dancer I was offered a job too, but not as a dancer, I declined.

That remaining year was uneventful until Tom reappeared on the scene wanted me to go with a businessman to a function, turned out I was to be a new business incentive. We came to an arrangement, Tom kept incentivising these arrangements to keep me on the hook.

In my final year I met Kerry. The Professional Awards Exam Board and our Tutors had partnered us for out final business case joint thesis, this was the big one for future job and career prospects. Exam criteria prepare and present a compressive business case within a 36-hour (overnight) period. It was a combined stress and analytical evaluation assessment working with an unknown dissimilar co-worker. A new and innovative way of evaluating individuals.

We were as different as different could be she was a people person, looker who dressed provocatively, confident with a calm soothing seductive voice, openly gay announcing it by wearing loud rainbow themed jewelry and clothing. Me with my uncultured voice, reserved personality and being a boring academic type.

We were assigned a small single hotel bedroom, meals to be delivered by room service, it was to be an overnight working stress test with a 5,000 word thesis deliverable.

We pushed the singe bed over to one wall to make a work space, set up the computer links from the Uni facility to our laptops and iPads; like we were trained to do.

First thing Kerry did to get relaxed was to peel off her floppy trousers and top revealing her rainbow sports bra and pants. I was wide mouthed in awe as she stripped off then she slid-off my shirt and trousers, I was now in my boring black, but kinky, bikini underwear. I will never forget what she said next.

"Now we are ready and relaxed we can start." Pulled my arm over to sit beside her on the bed, lap tops on our knees we started. Quickly we became engrossed and obsessed as we researched into in the challenging thesis.

During a switched-off re-focusing coffee break told me she attends single and mixed sex swinger parties as a paid life coach and paid for sex too. Stood up, took off her sports bra and knickers went over to her iPad switched something on, couldn't see what it was. Came back had me stand up and slid down my pants and started to aggressively pussy rub me, I was now under her spell.

It didn't take long before I was rock hard. Sitting on the dresser leaning back spreading her legs pulled me in, I was so besotted I submissively complied. It didn't take long for my extasy to build, then hooked her legs round me, our final climax build started we were both highly re-energised. I don't know who let go first but it was epic, I had never experienced anything so intense.

We returned to the bed come work area where she told me that we had just live streamed it, Tim's Chinese meal or photographs weren't anything like that. Our adrenalin was so hyper naked we attacked our assignment with aggression and enthusiasm while still being streamed live. That day, night and next day was one of work, breaks, sex and more work, room became our war room and we weren't taking any prisoners.

We submitted our thesis on-line, after we received an acknowledgement had a shared bath Kerry moved the web camera for that. We dressed each other before logging off, showed me her earnings for the 36-hour show, correcting me 'our earning.'

Her final statement was "we can do it again; can't we?"

Our written thesis was well received, at our thesis interview we felt we were being waterboarded overall went well. The Board passed-over negatively member, there is always one, thought Kerry was a blond bimbo, quoted probability stats at her, she wiped the floor with him, six years later Kerry was awarded a PhD in Statistics. This thesis was our rite of passage into our future.

We also won a shared prise donated by a well-known entrepreneurial business man. A weekend for two in a 5* spa hotel in the capital, the first-class double-bedded sleeper train was outstanding, we didn't bring any nightclothes were beyond that, climaxing crossing rail points was a blast.

Waiting for us at hotel reception was an invitation to meet our holiday sponsor at his riverside penthouse. When we arrived were greeted by him and his partner, turned out they were avid swingers. After viewing us on-line and hearing we were top of our class offered the prise, our rite of passage into the business world inner circles. Ultimately the four of us shared a mega size waterbed with wave making capability Kerry took charge and had all of us sharing an unbelievable experience.

Following night they took us to a private sex club, how the other half live, where anything goes. Somehow you get sucked deeper and deeper into the spirit of it. To start with all Kerry and I had on was a short red kilt like wraps, it was the first time I had a blow job while being banged while wearing a kilt. Kerry was in her element being kababed encouraging others to join in. Reminded me how she managed our thesis review board.

That night turned out to be Kerry's personal rite of passage. That's when she decided capital life style was her thing, I was head hunted for PetroAlba we remained good friends although more remote than we would have both liked.

After twelve months with PetroAlba I was sent out to Bangkok as an assistant to Gregor my line boss. The first two days of work were intense then we had a break day. Gregor was an old hand in Asia took me down Walking Street I don't know if that is its name but that's what they call it. Even in tourist guides.

My first time it was so intimidating it was thrilling and erotically frighting and terrifying all at the same time, you were the center of cat calls and offers of sex, each bar had its own cadre of colour coordinated come-on's, all looking to give you a good time. Gregor's worldly words of advice was "enjoy the moment' I have somewhere special to show you. For the next half hour or more we received offers each better than the one before.

Near the end of the gauntlet, we turned up a claustrophobic ally where the walls almost touched before opening out into a square surrounded with what looked like cafes. I was soon to find out they were sex clubs. We went into one called Mollys.

Molly herself came over with what looked like two Thai ladyboys. The taller of the two put his arms round Gregor saying "nice to see you again." Molly introduced me to the shorter of the two called Charlie, they adopt names depending on the customer that's what we were. Charlie took my hand and led me into a back room, more a boudoir with whips and things up on the wall.

He stripped in front of me actually it was more an erotic strip show, naked came over took my hands and rubbed them over his naked body. Once I started to do it unaided, he slowly undressed me until we were both naked and hard as rocks. He lay down on the bed by body actions invited me to enjoy him, no sooner had I started than he athletically changed position to on top of me. We kept this twisting and turning up until I let go, even with the big air stirring fan above us we were covered in sweat and grime.

He took my hand and led me over to and into a hot tub where Gregor and his friend, never found out his name, were sitting. It was my best hot tub experience ever, the beer was ice cold but not to my taste.