Kevin woke me up the next morning with an urgent phone call. It seems that two of his models were busted for prostitution and he was worried that his business would be exposed. As a result he told me that he would lay low for the next week or two, but that he would work with known clients to try and get me some work (in other words, Kevin did not want to lose any more money than he absolutely had too). It took less than an hour for Kevin to call me back. It seemed that several other models were causing him issues, and then he gave me the snow job of how cooperative I was and that I was his favorite model to work with and such.
Kevin had another "special" assignment for me, anymore this usually meant something that would last more than an hour, and surprisingly this one was. The assignment was a bachelor party of all things. A gay man and a lesbian were getting married for reasons that were not explained to me, so the woman was hiring me to entertain at the party she was throwing for her future husband. It seems that the woman's brother had used some of Kevin's other models in the past, so I was assured it was safe, not that I had ever been afraid of being arrested in the past.
I arrived at the party at the scheduled time, and walked into a room full of men. In the middle of the room, they had put a number of boxes together to construct a little stage. They all started to cheer when I arrived, and I was escorted to the stage, and then everyone started to yell for me to strip. I am not a good dancer, nor am I an experienced stripper, but I just imitated strippers that I had seen in the past on TV. It worked, as everyone was having a good time. First went my shoes and socks, then someone asked to suck on my toes. I sat on the edge of the stage and this man sucked and licked between my toes for several minutes. I then took off my shirt, and had a few move closer to the stage and feel my chest. Next I made a production out of taking off my pants, this brought the loudest cheers of the night.
Soon I was dancing around in only my underwear, and a few of the party guests started to shove dollar bills down my pants, mostly to get a feel of my cock. I was erect in no time, then the soon to be ex-bachelor did the honors of slipping my underwear off of my body to expose my cock and ass to everyone. I was then invited off stage, where everyone took a turn feeling me up, I even had a few jack me for a second or two.
The guests went back to dancing, talking and watching a gay porn movie that was on. The guest of honor, took me by the hand and led me upstairs. I was thrown on the bed, and he hopped up with me. A friend of his soon joined us, and the friend took out some lube, and really greased my cock up. The bachelor then sat right down on my cock, no problems or pain, nothing. He started hopping up and down on my cock, fucking himself. His friend moved around to my head and pushed his cock towards my mouth, and I started to suck on it. The bachelor rode me like a pro, until I was spurting out a monster load. Once he was finished, his friend jumped up on the bed, and immediately entered his ass. I was then instructed to suck him off as his friend fucked him. I did my best, but we were not in the best of positions. Once his friend finished fucking him, he grabbed me, and fucked my mouth until he had cum.
Soon after this, we had rejoined the party. I talked to a few of the other guests, and was also trying to find my clothes. I had no luck in finding them, I was stuck there in the nude. I had a few drinks with everyone, then sat down to watch the movie that was playing. It was an older movie from the early 70's. Two convicts had escaped prison, and once they had run a good distance away, the larger one threw the smaller one to the ground and sodomized him good. It was during the time when movies could still me made so depictions of rape or violence within the sex scenes.
This had everyone horny, and soon it looked like a bathhouse orgy in the living room. Everyone was naked, and either sucking or fucking one another. One of the men asked me point blank how much was I making for the party, $ 1,500 I told him. He handed me a roll of bills, and asked if I was willing to take it further. I looked down and could see close to a thousand dollars, and said yes, what would you like. Well they were inspired by the prison film, so the man who handed me the money, picked me up and said "let's run a train on him". I did not know what that meant, but I soon figured it out. Over the next hour, I was continuously fucked by nine different men, several of them got back in lines for seconds. When it was over, I could take no more and let it be known. That was it for that night, I sat around and recovered the best I could, and had a few mixed drinks to counter the discomfort that I had with my ass at that moment.
My clothes were returned to me later that night, well at least my pants and my shoes. My shirt, socks and underwear had mysteriously disappeared. One of the guests drove me home, I had him stop several blocks from Greg & Nina's house, then walked from there to maintain my privacy.