I was getting closer to retirement than I cared to admit.
Although we had saved a bit of money over the years, all the online models kept saying we didn't have enough.
I didn't want to be poor in retirement.
My wife suffers from severe anxiety, so there was no way we could rely on her to bring in extra money.
One day I was chatting on an adult social media site with a "friend" of mine. I say friend, in quotations, because although we've chatted online for a few years, we've never actually met.
We do share a common passion, however. We are both nudists, naturists, and exhibitionist wanna-bes.
I was bemoaning the fact that there are no good, part-time jobs out there that allow you to work naked.
He typed, "Well, about the only place I can think of is that nudist place out in Lonedell, Missouri, near St. Louis, where we live."
I told him I heard about the place, but that was a little too much of a commute from Imperial.
There was a lull in the conversation, so much so that i thought maybe he had to leave suddenly.
"Are you serious?" he finally sent.
"Absolutely!"
"Well, I know a guy who runs a business that sells parts to tradesmen. Anybody in that line of work can go in there and buy parts. He's made kind of a name for himself by having guys go fetch parts in the nude. The tradesmen like to harass the nudies, as they call them. They get a kick out of humiliating them."
"Well that doesn't sound too bad. So what, they call you names, hurl insults? I could handle that."
"Well, I understand it can get a little, um, humiliating. I've only heard rumors that I won't repeat because I have no proof. I do know he's been short-handed since Covid started."
I have to admit I was a little concerned about his lack of information concerning the rumors part of it. It had a slightly ominous tone to it.
But my horniness won out, and I decided that, worse comes to worse, I could just quit.
He gave me the number, and I called the guy: "Yeah, I don't discuss the job or do interviews over the phone. Can you be here at four tomorrow?"
"Yes."
He gave me the address and hung up.
I didn't hold out high hopes for this one.
He didn't even say 'bye'.
I arrived at the place, one of those buildings built in the fifties with the roof that slopes from front to back at a low angle, a single plate glass mirrored window, a metal frame door with the same mirrored glass.
A wood, hand painted sign simply said 'Parts'.
I pulled on the door, which typically stuck and made that scraping metal sound.
I metal bell attached to the door 'dinged' as the door opened, and again as it closed.
I was in a narrow, six foot wide vestibule that spanned the width of the store.
There were solid metal doors on both sides of a four foot wide formica parts counter with a single register.
The parts counter area was a little room to itself, with a wall to the right and behind so you couldn't see in the back, and a wood door to the left.
There were two of those round-seat barstools with faded industry advertising on them, that were occupied by two guys that looked like plumbers or HVAC guys. They did something less than clean for a living.
I felt a little out of place.
A guy appeared behind the counter.
"Help you?"
"I spoke to Al on the phone about a job..."
The guys on the barstools looked at each other with a slight smile.
I kinda felt like fresh meat to wolves.
The guy behing the counter went out the wood door and opened the left-side metal door.
"In here."
I walked through the door into a hallway with a few doors.
The first on had the restroom pictures on it.
The other four were a janitors closet, two offices and, I assume, a door out into the back area.
I was ushered into the last office.
Counter guy pointed to the metal folding chair and said, "Wait here."
"Thanks," I said, and then he left.
After about ten minutes a guy who I assume is Al came in.
At first he appeared startled to see me sitting there, but finally realized who I was.
"Looking for the job?"
"Yes."
"What do you know about it?"
"Essential nothing, other than working naked."
"You can leave your shoes and socks on, it's required, actually. Get naked. Let me see."
"Here? Now?"
He just stared.
"Sorry," I said, and stripped naked, putting my shoes back on.
He stood there looking at me.
"Well, I guess you'll do. most of the guys that come in here prefer younger. You might get less tips."
"Tips?" I asked.
"If you'll let me finish...I pay minimum wage. You make the rest in tips. Here's how the first day goes: you'll wear this purple lanyard. This will let my customers know your new and not yet working for tips. The customer comes in and orders a part. We print out a list and you go and get the parts for them. The more you amuse the customer, the more they tip."
"I'm still not sure..."
"That's why you have the lanyard," he said, interrupting me. "You'll figure it out by watching the others. Put your lanyard on. Let's go."
I put the lanyard around my neck and followed him out the door into the back area.
There was a twenty-something guy standing on the other side of the door.
"Nick, this John. It's his first day. Get him going."
And Al turned and left.
So here I was standing naked in just my tennis shoes, face-to-face with another naked guy probably thirty years younger than me, and with a much bigger cock than me. I also noticed that he shaved. Not only his face, but literally every thing - arms, legs, chest, pubes...the only hair he had was on his head and it was only a quarter inch long.
"So, John, was it?"
"And your Nick," I stated.
"Yep, I noticed you admiring my cock, and yes, I am shaved neck to toe. Just gives the customers more to razz me about."
"So this is just a bunch of verbal abuse while we get parts? Seems easy enough..."
"If that's all you allow. The more you allow, the more you make, though."
Then he turned his back to me. There were some old bruises and fresh welts, as if he were hit with something.
"You let them do that to you?"
"I'm a submissive. I enjoy being used by superior men. I didn't always like it, but as I spent time here, it became part of me.
I crave serving, and I even crave the punishment for failing to serve properly or quickly enough. And I get paid well for it."
"Is sex involved?"
I just had to know...
"The better you serve, the more you make." he said with a smile.
I was beginning to wonder if this was for me.
Naked? Yes.
Punishment? I hadn't considered it until now.
Sex with other men? I've always been curious, but never acted on it.
Another twenty-something appeared, also naked.
"Don't let Nick frighten you off. We all have different kinks, and this job gives us a chance to explore those kinks in a safe way. I'm Jason, by the way."
"John, hi. So if I dont want people whipping me, I don't have to? Not sure I'm into that..."
"No, of course not! you never have to move beyond verbal. As soon as that lanyard comes off, however, anything is fair game."
"Anything?"
