Skipping Work to Get Extra Freaky
When I got back to my house, I checked my messages (in 2001 I did not have a mobile phone). My "supplier" of party favors, and bathhouse buddy had left me a message.
"It's Daniel. If you can get out of work tonight, I've got something that you may really like".
I called him and asked what was going on. Fortunately, Daniel did have a mobile phone. It was pretty much a necessity for his lie of work. He told me that he was going to be going to see a friend and business associate of his and that they were someone I might like to meet.
"I know you have to work. I'm going over around 7:00 p.m. Is there any way you can get off work?" I was scheduled for a shift as a server at a very busy steak restaurant. But I could probably get off work if I wanted to. The weekend shifts were so lucrative that there were usually servers who were not scheduled for a shift who would show up and ask if anyone wanted to go home and let them work instead. I got all the shifts I wanted because I was a very good server and was consistently at or near the top of sales.
"I can probably get off work. But I kind of need the money. I want to go to the bathhouse tonight, I need to get some more party supplies, you know."
"I'll hook you up with all the party supplies you could want. And if you and my friend hit it off, there might be some money to be made."
"Now I am super curious. How could I make money and be doing something I would like to do?
"I don't want to ruin the surprise, but if you can get your shift covered you will not be disappointed."
"I'm going to be taking a taxi to work. If I can get off, can you come get me?" Daniel told me to call him, and he would come get me.
I had some party favors. I had to keep my momentum going. I was looking to be nicely spinning along without being too tweaked. I put some favors in a gel cap and swallowed it. It was a good way to take the favors without them hitting as hard and fast as they would if smoked. I also sat on the toilet and relaxed my hole to let a bit of the cum dribble out. I had multiple fuck buddies come to my place to play that morning and I had gone to the adult bookstore to get more anonymous cock over lunchtime. I had already taken nine loads in my ass and swallowed three more that day. I took a shower and took off for work. I took a change of clothes on the hope that I would be able to give my shift to someone else and leave early.
I got to work, and the restaurant was about to open for the evening. I got lucky and there were a couple of servers who wanted my shift. I picked one and we told the manager about the trade. I grabbed my stuff and went left to use the payphone at the gas station across the street. Daniel told me he was on the way.
When he picked me up, I asked where we were going. He told me that he had a friend and a business associate who loved to party and play and who he thought I might hit it off with.
"I've got to warn you. They are into some freaky stuff."
"I don't' like piss or shit or anything like that." Daniel told me not to worry and that he had a pretty good idea what I liked and didn't like. Although I had only known him for a couple of months, He and I had spent a lot of time together, much of it in the two gay bathhouses in Phoenix. He had seen me get fucked by dozens of guys. He helped me find guys to service. He loved to watch me get as slutty as I could.
We arrived at in a neighborhood in the part of Phoenix that was known as the area where people went to score drugs and find prostitutes. Daniel parked in the parking lot of a strip mall. I was confused but he got out of the car and told me to follow him. We went down an alley and he let me do a gap in the bushes that lined the alley. Beyond the gap there was a gate. He reached in, opened the gate, and I followed him into the back yard of a house. He went to the back door and pushed a doorbell. Hmm. Doorbell at back door. Interesting. He also looked up at a security camera and waved. The door buzzed open. We went into a short hallway with a door at the other end. That also had a doorbell and a video camera. Holy shit what was this place? We got buzzed in again. We were in a room with couches around the perimeter. There was a big screen TV on one wall, with some porn playing on it. On the couches were a couple of guys and a woman. They looked up and went back to what they were doing. Which was smoking meth.
Daniel told me to have a seat and that he would be back in a minute. I sat down and watched the porn. The woman asked me if I wanted a hit off her pipe. I said please.
She got the stuff in it melty with her torch and I took a big hit.
As I exhaled and handed the pipe back to her, I checked her out. She was wearing fishnet stockings, super short shorts, and a sheer crop top that you could clearly see her breasts through. She looked like a prostitute. She was fairly pretty, blonde hair, nice tits, and nice legs. She was probably around 30 or 35, but it is hard to tell with people who party. She might have been 25 and just burning the candle at both ends.
One of the guys asked what I was up to. Just hanging out with my friend. I nodded in the direction of the door Daniel had gone through when he left the room.
"You're Daniels friend? Did you guys meet at the Chute? Is your name Jack?"
"That's me." I had told Daniel my real name by this point, but I appreciated him using my "cruising name of Jack"
"We've heard about you. Other guy piped up." He offered his pipe as well. I took another big hit. He told me that his name was Tom. The other guy was Ron. The woman was Lacey.
"What did you hear about me?" I was a bit embarrassed but also intrigued.
"That you like to party and get freaky." It was the woman again. I was mortified. I had become comfortable acknowledging that I was bi, and a bottom, and a complete slut when I was with other bisexual or gay men. But this was a woman who evidentially knew that I liked taking loads in my ass at the gay baths.
