This caused a roar of laughter, pats on my back, approving replies from the bottoms, and several volunteers from the most other tops to be my first. Everything about working at the club was great. I hadn't even been too put at being single for so long. I was so concentrated on school and work that I hadn't even thought about dating. I got along with everyone and even swapped horrible exes and bad relationship stories with them. I always made it a point of gender-swapping my exes into males whenever there were customers nearby. The other employees thought this was hilarious. I was actually surprised about how much my life had changed since I started working here. My grades had improved, since I wasn't always worried about losing my girlfriend if we didn't go out. I had practically stopped drinking and focused on staying fit and looking my best. It surprised me how little I drank now that I was working as a bartender. I guess seeing how much some people drank made me not want to drink as much.
I was so relaxed about everything that even walking in on customers' sex acts in the bathrooms or employee sex acts in the back area didn't phase me anymore. As a joke, I had even carried on a lengthy conversation with the lead bartender, Anthony, as his boyfriend sucked him off in the back. Anthony loved telling people that story. I got the feeling that the other employees had begun inviting their boyfriends to the club just to get involved in a sex act where I might see. The employees who were dating other employees joined in too. Having to ask two exotic dancers to move one foot to their right or left so I could get into my locker as one ass-fucked the other was an interesting situation, but they had been smiling and joking about it that I had guessed they were just messing with me.
I was even looking forward to the extra money I would make at the upcoming private party. The party was actually themed as a Roman orgy. The parties were always scheduled at least a month in advance and to get in everyone had to present a recent negative STD blood test at the door. Also to get into this party you had to be in some form of ancient Roman costume: gladiator, legionnaire, toga, slave, etc. While on normal nights no sexual acts were allowed anywhere but in the "Fun House." On this night, everywhere was open to play.
I chose a slave costume consisting of a cut-up white bedsheet wrapped around me to resemble underwear and a slave collar with a chain leash. When employees saw me, they all loved it and threatened to pull my sheet away at a random opportunity. John and the other bouncers were the only ones not in costume. The other bartenders were likewise scantily clad. As the party got started, I laughed, played around, and joked with the other bartenders and customers as things got started. I figured things wouldn't start heating up until 10 pm at least. No one wanted to tire themselves out before the all-out orgy started.
One great thing about working here was how clean everyone was and how much people cleaned up after themselves. The first time I helped Tim, another bartender, clean up the "Fun House," I had expected to find cum on every surface and used condoms strewn everywhere. But there was nothing! We just emptied the trash bags, wiped down the couches with wet wipes (though I never saw any stains), and pushed a broom across the floor (that picked up nothing busy dust). When I commented on this, Tim had laughed and said that gay guys aren't usually slobs or disgusting. Most take a lot of pride in their own appearance and general hygiene. These guys know that if they act nasty or otherwise turn off a guy they're interested in, that guy could literally turn around and find a replacement who isn't a slob. I nodded at this and admitted that I had begun to groom myself more to keep up with the rest of them, so as to keep my good tips coming.
As the night kicked off, it got pretty wild. I saw things that I had never expected to ever read about, let alone see. Though the employee still didn't get involved in the actual sex acts, we would cheer the customers on and offer encouragement and suggestions. All in all, I had a great time with the other bartenders and even started a line when we let customers pay to take shots out of our belly buttons. Mark gave all three of us a $300 bonus each for making so much money with that scheme. After the last customer left, we cleaned up, and we all collapsed into chairs, we all came out making at least triple what we usually made in one night (not counting the bartenders' bonuses).
As we changed clothes for our drives home, I didn't think anything about stripping along with everyone else to put on some actual clothes. As we changed, there was the usual grab-ass behavior and dick jokes, but we were all so tired that none of us really had our hearts in it. Surprisingly, though I was extremely exhausted once I got home, I wasn't able to fall asleep until I jerked off. I really wasn't overly interested in any specific porn in particular, but I finally finished during a particularly enthusiastic blowjob scene that reminded me of tonight's frivolities. I then was able to fall asleep with ease.
The next few weeks passed without incident and I finally acquiesced to Mark's repeated request for me to spend a night in one of the elevated dance cages. Mark provided me with a pair of tight black latex assless shorts and a black latex chest harness. The shorts had side zippers for easy removal, along with the standard front zipper and button. I wore a pair of my own black boots to complete the outfit. I had to admit, the shorts felt amazing against my skin and I actually forgot they were assless after a while. I danced to the music as best as I could and moved my body into erotic and sexual poses throughout the night. By the end of the night, I had made a little more money than I would have bartending, but I was exhausted.
I danced about once a week after that, but for the most part stuck to bartending, though I did ask Mark where he got the shorts and how much they were, thinking that I might make some better tips if I wore them when I was behind the bar too. Me and the other bartenders sold body shots on nights when it was really lively and always made a lot more than usual. This Saturday was another private party that promised to be even wilder than the Roman orgy. The party was part auction and part raffle. Anyone including employees, could put themselves up for auction. The winning bidder could then make use of his prize at the club. Any meetings off club grounds were completely optional. The raffle was much the same, but was completely blind. The participants had their names written on a piece of paper and the customer paid a hefty price to pick from the bowl. The same stipulations applied to the raffle.
I was a little nervous about putting my name in the bowl or entering the auction, but everyone said that I had to. They said that I was sure to receive a blowjob out of it and that I wouldn't have to do anything. Anthony added, "Unless you want to."
I was conflicted. It was going to be good money. I wouldn't actually have to do anything. Plus I hadn't had a blowjob or had sex since my breakup, months ago. This could also be fun. I had come to enjoy flirting and playing around without having to worry about screwing up and not getting laid. Boy, could I use a blowjob. Mark said I was sure to sell more raffles and get higher bids than most because I was still in the "untouched" category, much to everyone's annoyance. John assured me he'd look out for me if I started getting weirded out. I finally agreed to enter the raffle and then see how things went before I decided on the auction.
There would also be various other games throughout the night: sex dice, kinky sex acts drawn from a bucket on your chosen partner, and various other sex-themed party games. It sounded fun and I was really looking forward to the money.
On the night of the party, I arrived early with the other employees. I decided on the tight black latex assless shorts and black boots. My choice of clothes got a round of applause, several spanks on my bare ass, and numerous offers of sexual favors. Unlike the main-stage dancers, the bartenders and cage dancers didn't bother with baby oil. The main stage dancers weren't on stage the whole night, so they could put on more oil and freshen up as the night wore on. The bartenders and cage dancers were pretty much out there all night. We went with a little bit of spray cologne and then just did our best to stay presentable throughout the night.
As I helped the other two bartenders get set up I wondered if I could really go through with the raffle. I had never actually done anything sexual with a guy. The other employees and I had messed around and goofed off, but nothing that I would consider sexual, more like guys horsing around and having fun. I wondered what the guys that came here actually found attractive. Sure, I could acknowledge the guys that worked here and a lot of the customers were attractive, but I didn't find myself being attracted to them. Plenty of the guys here were buff and cut after long hours in the gym. We all groomed ourselves until we were practically baby-smooth. No one working here had any body hair except the bouncers and Mark, I supposed. I knew the bartenders and dancers didn't have a hair on their bodies below our eyelashes. I had found it a little weird shaving my whole body until the guys suggested I get waxed where they went. Now I found it second nature to be so smooth and found it weird when my hair grew back.
Looking around at the other guys, I knew I had more in common with the other bartenders and cage dancers or the "Twinks" as everyone else called us (who were all smaller guys and definitely appeared to be the bottoms of a gay coupling) than I did with Mark, the bouncers, and the stage dancers (who all had bodybuilder looks and all carried themselves like tops). I laughed to myself when I realized that I was using so much gay male slang even when I was thinking. I certainly knew what I didn't find attractive: hairy bodies, beards, beer guts, etc. I had to be on my best behavior and force a smile on my face whenever we had a "Bear night."
