"Troy," he said.
"Toy?" the patron said. "I like that. Toy, could you please fill my cup?"
And “Toy” was more than happy to fill the cup. "Here you go sir," he said.
"I would love to hear you call me sir in the bedroom," the patron said.
"That's a possibility. Buy some raffle tickets from me later, and I'll give you my number," Toy said.
"Just come on by, sexy man, and I'll buy what ever you are selling."
Right then and there, I realized that “Toy” was the secret weapon. He was a hot man whom everybody wanted to touch. He was the key to making money on the raffle.
"Troy, may I use your body?" I asked.
"How do you want to use my body?" Troy asked.
"Look, the raffle is sucking wind, and I need you to be my ticket bitch. What I want to do is offer tickets from your crotch to the floor for $10. We can make a lot more money for the charity that way than what I was selling them for earlier when the lesbian lunch brigade was here."
Without missing a beat, he took his shirt off and there was this God of a man standing there in his loose gym shorts and tennis shoes. "Let's go," he said.
I didn't want to waste this opportunity so I grabbed the bucket and tickets and off we went. We went straight to the last patron who said he would buy whatever Toy was selling.
"Gentleman, we are having a raffle, and tickets are $10 from Toy's crotch to the floor. You can even measure the tickets out yourself." Of course, several $10 bills came out from several of the men at the table.
"Sir, you get to go first," Troy said, and the gentleman came over and grabbed the end of the roll of tickets.
"Remember, it is from his crotch to the floor," I reminded him.
"But his gym shorts are blocking his crotch," Sir said.
"Here, this should help," Troy said. And with that, he took Sir's hand and stuck it up his shorts to the edge of his balls. At least he was wearing underwear.
"How much if we can take the tickets down the other leg?" Sir asked. "Twenty-five bucks for both legs," Troy said.
Sir immediately pulled out another $15 and started pulling the tickets up one leg and down the other leg. Of course he had to cup Troy's balls in the middle to make sure the tickets were reaching the crotch. And as promised, Troy gave him his number. The entire table pulled out $25 and the process was repeated over and over.
As we walked away from the table I had to ask, "Are you good with this?"
"Of course I am. I work at a strip club so this is nothing. You should see what I do for a private dance. I'm making you $5 more than I make a dance, and I have to do a lot less here to earn the money. We're all good," he finished.
"Thank you so much." Was all I could manage.
We worked the room over and the men were more than happy to give up their money for a free grope. At this point, Troy let them know where he worked. Smart man. That way he could build up his clientele at the club where he worked. There was a brain in that beautiful body. We turned the money over to Victor, and I could tell from the smile on his face that we were doing well.
We took a break from the raffle ticket sales, and it was time for me to refill the solo cups on the patio. It really was a beautiful crowd with lots of men here whom I would have lovee to just throw myself at. It was probably the beer speaking, but I was getting frisky and way friendly. There was a cluster of hot men standing in a corner under the awning who kept needing a refill, and I was more than happy to chat with them.
"My name is Uribol," the one gentleman said.
"Urkel?" I said.
"No, Uribol. It's Russian," he said.
"I will call you sex kitten," I said.
"That works," Uribol said as he stroked my face.
"You can do that all day long," I said.
"These are my friends Hans, David, and Raul," Uribol said.
They all shook my hand and took a refill in their cups.
"Your pitcher’s empty. Come and see us on your next round," Uribol said.
"You can count on it, sex kitten," I said.
I left and went back to the beer station feeling hot and bothered. This was fun and we were making some money. Germaine even came out with a couple of twinks in tow to see how things were going.
"I see you are working the crowd well," he said.
"Yes, there are some hot men here and my starfish hasn't been poked in forever." I said.
"You call it a starfish?" Germaine asked.
"Yes, because that's what it looks like. A perfect starfish."
"As long as it is not an angry starfish. Otherwise it would be red. And I'm sure it likes to go to Bangcock a lot," he said.
"Ha ha. It's been forever since this starfish found a butt pirate to plunder it."
"The day is young, my little one. We're off. I will see you later." Germaine and his two twinks headed down the street.
As I waved at Germaine and his posse, I was surprised to see “The Package.” It was him earlier, and I guess it was his return route because he was stopped at the corner getting ready to run right by the restaurant. I had to say “hi,” so I went out the gate and stood on the side walk. The light finally turned green, and he headed my way. It was great to see a smile spread across his face as he instantly recognized me. Before I could even get a word out, he came up and hugged me.
"How are you doing, baby boy?" he asked.
"I'm doing well. We’re here raising money for my charity."
"You look great. Doing charity work suits you well," he said.
"So how is the old gang?" I asked.
"They are doing well," he said.
"When you see them all next, time please tell them I said ‘hi’.”
"I sure will. Great seeing you again," he said.
And with that, he was off and running up the street again. Even thought things ended up poorly, I did wonder how the gang was doing. I hated the way things ended because it made me sad.
It was time to make another round with the pitcher. There were a lot of solo cups that needed filling first before I made a special trip back to Uribol and his friends. Everyone was so friendly that I decided I definitely had to do another one of these. It was pretty easy money. I needed to thank Biff and Kit for providing the help. If it hadn’t been for Troy's body, the raffle wouldn't have made as much money as it did.
I grabbed two pitchers and headed back to Uribol's group. "Here you go, sex kitten," I said as I filled Uribol's cup.
"Who was your hot friend?" Uribol asked.
"Just my old roommate’s boyfriend. He's really a nice guy," I said.
"Too bad he doesn't play for our team," Uribol said.
I then poured beer for his friends as well. These boys could drink as Raul chugged the beer down and was ready for a refill.
"What is your name?" Raul asked.
"I'm Tyler."
"You look so defenseless carrying both those pitchers," Raul said as they crowded in. I could feel his hand start rubbing my crotch and my dick started getting hard immediately. I was enjoying the moment. Uribol unzipped my shorts and pulled out my dick.
"Very pretty," he said. He grabbed it for a couple of strokes and then put it back in my shorts and zipped me up.
"I need to go service a couple more tables," I said as I started to move. "But I promise I'll be back."
"We'll be waiting," Raul said.
I felt like I was in high school walking through the halls with a hard on. I'm glad I was carrying two pitchers so I could at least attempt to hide it. The bad part was I was going to have to go to the restroom to adjust everything because he didn't get my dick back into my underwear. Luckily we were getting close to the end of the beer bust anyway, so now was the time to slip into the restroom.
It was mirror check time again. Nothing in the teeth and my hair was still in place. Splash a little water, dry, and I was ready to go back to the boys. Before I could finish, I thought I heard a loud clap of thunder. I exited the restroom and headed
to the patio. People were scattering like roaches when they turned the bar lights on since the heavens had opened up and the rain came pouring down. The beer booth group was huddled up under an umbrella counting out the proceeds from the day. And of course, Uribol and his group of friends had scattered like the wind with the rain.
All that was left to do was to secure the money and get the patio cleaned up. DJ RonRon had already closed up shop, so I stepped over the puddles to hug him and thank him for all of his time. It was extremely generous of him to come and help out.
Troy had his shirt back on, and he looked like he was competing in a wet t-shirt contest, as he was soaked from top to bottom. I went up and hugged him and thanked him. I could feel his hot flesh even through the soaked t-shirt.
"You are welcome," he said. "Let me know if you ever do one of these again. I'd be more than happy to help out again."
"Would you ever consider helping me out on one of my performances?" I asked.
"Sure, as long as it doesn't conflict with my work schedule, but a lot of your shows are pretty early, which would work." He grabbed a pen and wrote his number onto a dry spot on my t-shirt. "See you later." And off he went in the rain without a care in the world. It would be great to have his attitude. I immediately grabbed my phone and added his number into my address book. I couldn't afford to loose it to the rain.
The day was over and Victor and Shelly left under the protection of their umbrellas. Someone had the smarts to watch the Weather Channel. I thanked Stephanie for the use of the restaurant, and she let me know I would have the check from their portion later in the week.
"You did good, Tyler," Stephanie said. "Now go home and put on some dry clothes. We hugged and I left feeling accomplished. It was a great feeling.
CHAPTER 60
I was in a state of euphoria and horniness when I arrived back at the empty apartment. I figured since Germaine was out, now was as good a time as any to go online and make a little money. The beer was still making my head a little fuzzy, but my dick was up and ready for some attention. I made a screwdriver from our bar and headed down the hall to my bedroom.
I fired up the computer and hopped on the bed looking as cute as I could be in a t-shirt and a very revealing pair of underwear. My ass cheeks were barely covered. My drink was just out of camera range. I wanted to keep this buzz going as long as I could today.
The usuals popped up pretty quickly, which always gave me an ego boost. Germaine had helped me get the mic working so that I didn’t' have to type anything back. All I had to do was just speak and everyone could hear me, which made this so much easier. The only thing was I would still have to type to respond to private messages, but lately those had been far and few between.
Sometimes it got tiring answering the same questions, "Are you a bottom?" and "Do you suck?” At least there were some new people on here stroking my ego, which made my spirits soar. I know I'm cute, and these strangers helped solidify that in my mind.
I reached over and took a big swig from the screwdriver. I was having fun chatting today. The viewers wanted to see more, so I decided to oblige them and took of my shirt. It wasn't my usual shy and demure show today. I looked straight into the camera and slowly started tugging on my shirt. It started to rise very slowly, and I gave a pouty face as I started lifting it over my head. Once off I held it up and let it drop to the floor on the side of the bed.
I was feeling a little frisky, so I lay on my back and began rubbing my nipples, which I never had done before. The viewers were sent into a frenzy of comments, and I was more than happy to lead them on. The tip counter was going up way faster than usual. I guess I should have been a little sluttier in the past because it probably would have let me hit my tip total faster. I took another swig of screwdriver and fished an ice cube out with my fingers and put it in my mouth to suck the vodka off of it. I then took the cube and rubbed it on my nipples, making them get rock hard immediately. I didn't even realize that my dick was already rock hard in the underwear and was pitching a tent. Several viewers asked me to shove the ice cube up my ass. I hadn't done anything like that in the past, but there was always a first time. I turned my ass to the camera and slid my underwear down my thighs, exposing my pretty pink starfish. I took another swig of screwdriver and fished out another cube, since the other one had melted. I pinched it between my fingers and slowly edged it to my hole.
Just then, the private message bell rang.
I leaned over to the computer to see who it was, and it was Leatherman. I opened the message.
Leatherman25: “baby boy you don't need to do that”
It was my white knight riding in on his white horse to save me.
SpankyBtm: “so glad to hear from you”
Leatherman25: “you are better than this”
SpankyBtm: “I was just having some fun”
Leatherman25: “it's all fun and games until someone takes a screen grab”
I hadn't thought of that. That was all I needed - pictures of my ass all over the Internet. I was sure some of these girls in the competition would have been more than happy to print them out and share them with everyone. I took another swig.
SpankyBtm: “Thank you for bringing me to my senses”
I dropped the cube by the side of the bed. Of course, the other viewers went ballistic, but I didn't care. I was chatting with Leatherman and happy.
SpankyBtm: “Today I ran into a friend from the old days and it made me miss my old friends”
Leatherman25: “I'm sorry baby. Give it some time. It will get better”
SpankyBtm: “I haven't heard from you in a long time. What's been going on?”
For a while, there was no answer, so I had to go back to calming down my other viewers. To make them happy, I flashed them my ass again.
Leatherman25: “I've been watching but I didn't want to communicate since you have a husband. It wasn't good for me to focus all my attention on something that wasn't attainable”
I was really flattered that he had been watching me and had had that kind of interest me. I'm not sure if it was me or the vodka talking, but I decided to set the record straight so to say.
SpankyBtm: “I need to tell you something”
Leatherman25: “ok”
SpankyBtm: “You know the only reason I'm on here is to raise money for my charity right?”
Leatherman25: “yes go ahead”
SpankyBtm: “Well on here you need to encourage people's fantasy so that they tip more”
Leatherman25: “I'm sure that is true”
SpankyBtm: “the friend who set me up here told me to feed the fantasy”
Leatherman25: “how did you feed the fantasy?”
SpankyBtm: “he said to create a husband so that everyone would think you were stepping out behind their back”
Leatherman25: “really?”
SpankyBtm: “yes”
Leatherman25: “so no husband”
SpankyBtm: “no. not even a long term date yet”
Leatherman25: “wow”
SpankyBtm: “it just feels so good to tell the truth”
I sat waiting, but no reply came.
SpankyBtm: “you still there?”
No reply.
SpankyBtm: “are you mad?”
Finally the private message bell chimed again. I swear it felt like an hour had gone by.
Leatherman25: “yes I'm mad”
SpankyBtm: “why?”
Leanterman25: “because everything I told you was the truth. My feelings, my desires. I laid it all out there for you and bared my soul thinking I was chatting with someone who could understand what I was saying but instead it was all a game”
SpankyBtm: “I'm so sorry. It was never a game”
Leatherman25: “I feel like I was just your cash register and you used me to ring up your totals”
SpankyBtm: “that couldn't be farther from the truth. I really enjoy our conversations and everything I shared with you was how I truly feel”
Leatherman25: “I don't know what to believe anymore”
SpankyBtm: “I'm telling you the truth. You meant more to me than you will ever know. I wasn't ever happy here unless I was chatting with you. I love hearing what is going on in your life and sharing my experiences with you”
Leatherman25: “I'm sorry I ever put any faith into you”
SpankyBtm: “please don't think that. I have a good heart and my intentions were never to mislead you”
I didn't hear anything back.
I felt extremely bad mentally and physically. My head was spinning and my stomach was churning. I couldn't keep it down anymore and turned to the side of the bed and threw up. I kept throwing up until all I had left was the dry heaves. I looked around and finally realized the camera was still on. I pulled myself up and closed the lid of the computer. I looked back down at the puddle of muck on the floor, and finally dragged myself off the bed to the bathroom to grab a couple of towels to soak it up. Thank God the floors were hardwood. Otherwise I don't think that color would have been coming out of the carpeting. I staggered down the hall to the laundry, tossed the towels into the washing machine, and shut the lid. My head was still spinning, so I took a minute to regain my composure and supported myself by holding onto the wall. I pinballed down the hallway and collapsed back into the bed. What a lousy ending to a wonderful day.
CHAPTER 61
It was the night of the next performance of "Bombshell," but it was a different atmosphere. We had gotten word that all three of the local rags were coming to take pictures tonight, so we were all primping to make the best impression. It turned into a competition to see who could land the most pictures in the trades when they came out the following week. I was in my prettiest walk-around outfit - the one with the sparkling crystals that glistened when the light hit them.
There was already a line of people waiting to get into the room even though the doors weren't scheduled to open for another hour. They were as festive as they could be with cocktails already in hand. Several of the cast members were walking up and down the line greeting everyone and thanking them for coming out and supporting the show. It was my time to walk the line and thank everyone. The doors opened, and when I stepped out, there were shouts of “Desiree” and the crowd gave me a round of applause. It was so nice to feel the love coming from the crowd. They were so complimentary. Several patrons let me know that this was their second or third time seeing the show. They thanked me for bringing the show to life. It was great explaining to them how the whole idea of the show came about from my little brain and ended up on paper. I loved to share the story.
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