Blind Date Confessions

Blind Date Confessions.

Past sins outed on my blind date.

A warm Saturday morning standing outside the Kelvin Hall waiting to be picked up by my workmate Billy, he had arranged a blind date for me, despite asking wouldn't give me any details; intriguing.

We had known each other over five years starting out as apprentice engineers now just finished our second overseas project together as setting to work engineers. Last night on the flight home from Nice told me.

"I have arranged a blind date for you tomorrow, my partner has a business friend visiting from London and they want to take us out for lunch."

I was stag that weekend and on leave next week at a loose end said "ok."

As I waited pedestrians bumped into me jockeying for position in the crowd, a text came in from Billy they would be with me in three minutes in a red Jaguar I-Pace, we were both into cars, he had a fabulous butch black pick up with oversized wheels and roll bars.

I saw a distinctively red Jag move into towards me effectively blocking the inside lane as they approached to pick me up. Billy in the front passenger seat waved me to get into the seat behind him. Jumped in; inside the Jag was top of the range with a massive arm rest separating the two rear deep leather bucket seats and it had rear blacked out privacy windows.

No sooner had I got in, the Jag gunned itself back into the traffic quickly joining the motorway slip road traffic. By the time I had clipped my belt in we were heading onto the motorway. Billy introduced the driver, Billy's partner Oscar, sitting in the back beside me separated by the armrest was Theo. It took a few moments for the penny to drop, as I rethought it, were Billy and Oscar an item I had never thought of Billy being gay, meaning Theo too maybe.

As we headed onto the motorway, choice of two motorways and two off ramps to choose from, Oscar jockeyed into the correct lane, once settled down put his hand down on the drive selector consul other on the steering wheel, poser style like I often did. Relaxed Billy put his hand on top of Oscar's, gay doubts gone thinking what the fuck have I let myself in for.

Seeing this Theo looked at me and smiled. I was unsure what his smile meant, I was gay too and we would have fun together later or here and now in the back with it's blacked out windows. Not wanting to provoke anything it was just a meal at a Hotel. I chatted with Theo about the project Billy and I were on in southern France, not far from Nice. He explained he was a financial deal broker bringing money and opportunities together, Oscar was looking for finance to expand his 'Prestige Cars' business, that I was thinking off buying a car like this from.

Although traffic wasn't heavy wasn't fast either, we stopped halfway at a café called 'The Smithy' right at the bottom end of Prestwick Airports main runway. As we parked up were overflown by a large gray heavy military transport, we could see it's landing wheels spin up as it passed less than thirty feet above the Jag's roof almost leaving it's tyre marks on the roof.

Billy and Oscar on the context of getting us all a coffee got out more likely to return one of the many phone call's we heard coming in. To bring the Genie out of the bottle after they left I asked Theo.

"Why I am here?"

"Oscar wants to borrow five million to double the size of his business, I think it's only worth a four million investment, you might be a loan incentive."

With a smirk asked. "Have you done anything like this before?"

I knew what he meant, plying his game I blurted out.

"As a student I had a bar job working in a Club. When I applied on-line asked for photographs, face shot, casually dressed, wearing swimwear, etc. had a few sent five. It was my first job application, I was 19 at the time. A few days later I was invited in for a Club taster assessment day.

My interviewer and potential mentor Izzy, who was a lovable but very effeminately camp character explained it was for a gay Gentleman's and Spa Club, I was to spend a day with them to see how I managed in the environment, which wasn't for everyone. He had checked out my social media, flashed it up on his iPad which included photographs of me cavorting naked on a naturalist beach with other students at an end of term beach barbecue at Croy.

We went to an annex room, Izzy's dance studio, showed me the uniform I would have to wear, silver almost there micro shorts with matching trainers and cuffs. Asked me to strip off, in a nervous high bent down untied my shoes as he said.

'No; that's not how you do it, now follow me, step by step.'

Izzy kicked off his shoes, scuffed off his socks without bending down; I started mimicking him as he evocatively undid his belt and dropped it, unbuttoned his trousers letting them drop and casually stepping out of them, unbuttoned his shirt let it slide backwards off his shoulders, slid his thong down, twanged it away. As we stood their naked facing each other I was excited enjoying the thrill off doing it and a bit high, I had popped one of my left over exam study pills.

Asked me to slowly walk with him around all the mirrored walls I following his style of hips effeminately swinging, I was really getting into it, the mirrors allowed you to see your every body movement from different angles. At the end of the walk I noticed a camera has been filming us, Izzy looked at me and said 'this is how the boss assesses us and interviewees.'

As I stood there starker's he measured my waist, hips and calf's, checked a chart selected a uniform pack. I pulled-on the micro shorts they were clingy showing off all your assets. We headed downstairs in our shorts to the lounge for coffee where he explained what today would comprise off. I was given a neck chain with a Club registered name of Tash, we all had them, Izzy's actual name was Percy I could understand why he preferred Izzy.

I was to serve in the lunch time lounge and coffee bar, ordering iPads simple to use select, pick up and serve. Izzy warned me some Members are banter masters and hands-on type, but they were often biggest tippers. No cash, it was all done via a Member account.

I was given ten tables to look after as my first group of six Members came in and sat down, the coffee had settled my excitement and intrepidation allowing my confidence to return. Found out later all the Club coffees are laced with something.

As I took my first order I could feel someone stroke my leg, I smiled saying seductively

'Ooo that's nice.'

By the time I had taken all six orders, served and complimented each one with a thank you. I had been touched all over, the tight fit shorts prevented over indulgence with my anatomy. It didn't take long before all my ten tables were filled with Members. My thankyou's banter improved as I served mimicking Izzy's mannerisms.

Shift over tables cleared; Izzy explained I had earned including tips just over a hundred smackeroos and asked would I like to view the 'Down Range' facilities and stay on for an evening shift; I said ok, money is money. Down Range was the play and spa area of the club until then all I had seen was the Lounge and Reception.

We went into the staff locker area to change out of our silver shorts into host staff loose fitting red speedos. First area visited was the Gloryhole, plywood cubicles with a hole cut in them, not impressed but I knew what they were for. Izzy said 'take a blue' willing to impress I did, it worked, a light came on above a cubicle Izzy said

'go on try it.'

I was really high as I popped it through, felt a warm hand touch and start to stroke me. I was now rock hard as they sucked and stroked me, then I felt the start of a climax rise eventually I had to let go. From the choking noise from the other side I must have met their expectations. First time I ever did anything like that.

Tour continued spa area, play rooms, dungeons, cabins, stage and pit areas ending up in a Bukakee room where Members were openly enjoying each other. One invited me to join him; I declined.

Later that afternoon Izzy took me to see Mr. Chai from Thailand the club owner. He had been monitoring my progress on camera was impressed with my activities particularly in the gloryhole. He offered me a job starting that night, Izzy added, we have been let down by a staff no show, would I be prepared to act as a waiter for the Jock's night; I agreed.

We went back to the changing room where I was given the no show's full body wax experience, my first, then changed into a pair of Club red Jocks. I spent that night with hairless bare buttocks showing, serving drinks being groped as I promoted the Club's waxing experience.

I worked full time that summer then as a student part time thereafter. One day I was called into Mr. Chai's office, asked would I entertain his friend at a Hotel, until then I had turned down offers apart from some gloryhole shifts when I needed extra money for books and things. Mr. Chai had two heavies, built like shit house doors, with him meaning it wasn't a request.

His two heavies drove me to a five start Hotel and Golf complex where I would meet Mr. Chai's friend, after passing through a Security Detail I went into his large apartment bedroom, he was standing their waiting for me with only a short Hotel robe on; I recognised him instantly from American television and news.

By hand gesture invited me to strip, I had been decked out in a modified Hotel staff kilt outfit. Laid my jacket on a chair, started my slow strip the Izzy way. Shoes kicked off into a corner I pulled the kilt's quick release rip cord letting it drop, my short Gilley shirt exposing the fullness of my erection, I had popped a pill, Gilley shirt had quick release loose stitching which I opened aggressively and dropped.

I stood their erect and waiting as he discarded his robe inviting me to join him in his private glass fronted sauna cubical. We sat on the bench together, broiling-up, when he leant over and gave me a slow, slow blow job until I couldn't hold back anymore. He was more than satisfied by my athletic and vocal build up, his appreciation of me letting him bringing me to a volcanic if somewhat messy climax.

He stood up wiping away his mouth cum and left. I was left sitting there until one of his Security Detail indicated I could shower and leave, picking up my jacket on my way out, I left.

Back at the Club Izzy told me for the services I provided Mr. Chai would pay my next year University tuition fees."

Theo asked "Was that the only time?"

"No; if I was short of money Izzy let me fill in on the gloryhole, you get paid per Member. Izzy ran in addition to his erotic dance classes Tantra classes, Club skilled them Bronze, Silver and Gold each one being more adventuristic. In classes you were paired off with a partner, if say only 15 turned up for a class of 16, I would fill in.

All classes you were naked for, Bronze you hand caressed your partner intimately, Silver blindfolded you explored your partner intrusively including giving each other a hand or blow job. Gold blindfolded you had full blown sex, to prepare me Izzy took me aside gave me my first full blown sex, I banged him too. After that I wasn't so reserved like the gloryhole I enjoyed it.

For fun I also joined Izzy's erotic dance classes became good at it too, I enjoyed doing the slow full strip and faking-it sex thing. Mr. Chai wasn't keen on me doing that for Club Members, he wanted to keep me for discreetly entertaining friends, which he did from time to time. But he still watched all my practice dancing with Izzy on CCTV.

Again I was called to Mr. Chai's office, asked would I do my striptease routine at his friend's country house on the Isle of Man; two heavies were present wasn't a request. Airport I was met and taken to a rehearsal dance studio to learn a new routine. The Choreographer was from Thailand, we only had one day to perfect it but managed it.

The house had its own mini theater, about forty financiers were present all sitting around tables. Stage up-lighting prevented me from seeing who they were.

Soft Oriental music started as I danced on stage dressed as a young but ambitious cockerel with a business suit on, feathers and all. I slowly striped off my suit, the Izzy way, until all I had on was feathers and a thong. I was joined on stage with another Oriental dancer comparatively dressed but as the incumbent cockerel. We then enacted a cockerel fight by dance for dominance of the roost, what feathers we had were slowly ripped off until we were both naked. I was to be dominated by him receiving sex as I lay on a bukakee, legs hitched over his shoulders until he unloaded in me; no faking it this time.

Dance choreography was symbolic of the West's arrogance

(me)

and Orientals

(dance partner)

overcoming them. Mr. Chai's got his finance, he paid my following year's tuition fees lifted his objection to me freelancing now I was outed by my streamed sexology Rooster dance, which was used to impress business investors.

Finished I returned to my hotel, in the bar that night I met the first Club Member 'Oliver' I served on my taster day, he had propositioned me on several occasions, without success, I was his unfulfilled life challenge.

We developed an understanding that night ending up in bed together, had great sex he had been in my position many years ago, we even travelled back to the airport together. That was the first time I was openly paid for sex.

Later we spent a week together at the Monaco Grand Prix, I was his trophy partner amongst the many other trophy partners present. It was one of those events where you paraded your chattel's for the press to soak up, we still have an arrangement if he or friends needs a trophy partner."

Theo was about to say something when Billy and Oscar arrived with our coffees. Half an hour later we drove up the winding hill road to the Golf Hotel reception area, parking and luggage valet's wearing Hotel uniform kilts came out to greet us.

Oscar and Billy headed inside, Theo inviting me to join him for a coffee in the morning lounge. As we sat down told me Oscar and Billy won't be joining us they have something to sort out, there were about ten other guests in the coffee lounge.

As our coffee arrived someone Theo knew and his trophy partner sat down beside us, Alexander and Sven who reminded me of a long legged blond Swedish Izzy. As we chatted I could feel something was not right, confirmed when Sven said in his soft Swedish accent. "Want me to show you tonight's function suite;" Theo nodded it was ok.

I followed Sven as he waltzed through the coffee area, hips effeminately swinging like Izzy until we arrived at the private function suite. It was set out with ten tables had a stage at one end with a bukakee on it, Sven confirmed my worse fear when he said.

"This is where we will rehearse this afternoon I liked your Isle Of Man striptease show, can't wait to do it with you tonight."

Sven left saying "see you later." As Theo came in looked at me and said;

"Yes I want both of you to entertain my partners tonight. In return you get to keep the Jaguar, Mr. Chai said you prefer gifts. In addition I want both of you later-on to entertain a special guest of ours tonight."

Sven and I rehearsed that afternoon an adaptation of my Isle Of Man routine. We were going to use modified Hotel uniforms like the one Mr. Chai had made for me when I met the American. Rather than ripping off chicken feathers we would rip-off each other's kilt outfits using claymore's and small targe shield's, winner claiming sex.

Rehearsal's finished and ready to go I went up to our room where Theo was waiting for me. The moment I walked in I knew what he wanted, after asking me were the outfits and music score ok. As I nodded yes he came over with my help started to undress me bottom to top.

I stood there naked, stepped over, slowly stripped him, one of Izzy's tricks, for someone in their late fifties he was remarkably toned and tanned from his anatomy I think he must have popped a pill or two. He was a habitual Dom but wasn't the relaxed in bed type, with me leaning up against the bar he enjoyed himself, he was very good not rushed or aggressive just tantalisingly enjoyable.

After he climaxed copiously, didn't want me to return the favor, we sat on the grand leather couch sharing a bottle of fine wine as we chatted we explored each other's anatomy by gently touching each other culminating in sharing his private jacuzzi.

Theo dressed in his dinner suit me in my lookalike staff kilted uniform we headed down to the private function room. Each financier in dinner suit was accompanied with a kilted younger trophy partner. Speeches over, five course meal served and consumed now Brandy time. Sven and I discreetly left to get change for the floor show.

Lights dimmed stage illuminated from above and below, we couldn't see the audience, as the stirring highland music and haunting bagpipes played. We charged from opposing ends of the stage wings, screaming, claymores and targe shield swinging, on stage we enacted a noisy clan battle by dance for dominance of the hills and glens which was being screened behind us in its entire splendor.

As we fought kicking our shoes off at each other, pulling each other's kilt rip cord quick release, dropping them, our short Gilley shirts exposing the fullness of our erection's, Gilley shirts loose stitching allowed us to rip them open aggressively and drop them until we were both naked, claymore and targe in hand we continued to fight. After several circuits of the bukakee plinth fighting, Sven capitulated I claimed victory as he lay on the bukakee, legs hitched over my shoulders until I unloaded, again not faked. Our dance choreography was to be symbolic of aggressive businessmanship overcoming obstacles and their uncontested rewards.

The audience loudly appreciated our entertainment and its reassurance of the deals brokered today. Sven and I showered and dressed in our second kilt outfits of the night in preparation to entertain Theo's and Alexander's special guest.

As we walked I saw a sign saying Presidential Wing, looked familiar, this was where I went the first time Mr. Chai sent me to meet his friend, it was very dark that night when I arrived and left. We went through the Security Detail, this time their were body scanners. It was the same grand bedroom apartment we were led to. This time although he looked familiar I didn't recognise him but he was younger, fitter almost athletic looking as he stood in a long Oriental silk gown that clung to his body contours seductively.

After the Security Detail left I looked around admiring the room's décor, I could still make out the hidden cameras from last time they hadn't changed them. Having experienced camera's in Mr. Chai's Club I knew what to look for. Sven was impressed too but didn't pick up on the cameras, I think.

Déjà vu he invited us to join him on a very large well-lit bed; Sven and I gave him a taster of our floor show as we ripped off each other's Hotel uniforms. Both naked we moved over and seductively removed his robe, which had its stitching doctored too. He flopped back onto the bed with a pulsating erection taking me with him rolling me onto my back as I hitched my legs over him. He didn't hesitate and engaged, although brutally quick it was seductively endearing to experience.

I could see Sven climb up behind him and equally engage in a 1-2-3 melee, we wriggled tossed and turned as we copulated in harmony with each other. It seemed to take forever then Sven let go, I could see it in our athletic friend's eyes that he was satisfied, concentration broken he let go no doubt my eyes betrayed the same satisfaction. That was only the start of our night's athletic fun as we changed position and dominance as we contorted about as engrossed naked playmates.