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.If money exchanged hands, well…so be it.You always paid for a good time in one way or another, whether it was on tickets, food, libations, or the company one kept for the evening.The usual dog and pony show where each client was announced and then able to choose his companion from a lineup of guys was on hold for the evening.Everyone was free to mingle and work things out on their own, which had the potential for huge earnings or none, if someone turned into a wallflower.Keeping that in mind, Garrett circled through the house, chatting here and there, smiling in welcome when someone caught his eye.He danced and drank and was on his fourth conquest of the night by midnight.After a short chat about recompense and a fast pass by the cashier’s office, the boring accountant on Garrett’s arm turned into a handsy octopus.Garrett held onto his sense of humor as he was pushed against one wall and then another, licked from sternum to belly button, and groped everywhere the short man could reach.Garrett didn’t feel out of his element until he found himself being dragged toward the back of the house and the VIP room that had been given a quick and dirty remodel earlier that morning.Joining what was sure to be an orgy by now wasn’t something he’d normally participate in, but an assignment was an assignment, and he’d already been paid for his services.There was no backing out.The only thing that kept him moving was the knowledge that he only had to perform for one man.That alone went a long way toward soothing his worries.Private parties or even the occasional threesome was tolerable, but group events gave him the heebie-jeebies.He was not a pincushion and had no interest in numerous cocks poking all his various holes.Sometimes more was not better.Garrett followed Terry—or was it Jerry?—into the VIP room.Garrett thought he knew what to expect.After all, he’d helped move the three king-size mattresses and box springs into the room and arranged them on plain frames set against the rear wall.He’d seen the matching red sheets go on the mattresses to make it appear as if there was one big-ass bed spanning the length of the room.He’d carried in floor pillows and body pillows in all shapes and sizes and clustered them around low-lying tables topped with erotic party favors and the standard necessities for a long night of excess.What he hadn’t counted on was how different the area would look after so many people crowded inside.His eyes felt as big as saucers as his gaze bounced from one copulating couple to another and another and another.The scene was like something out of a porno, only it was all happening right in front of him.Sweat and sex permeated every inhalation, and someone must have cranked up the thermostat because heat rolled through the room in waves.Terry groaned, one of his grabby hands rubbing over the crotch of his pleated slacks.“Oh God.This is hot.We have to get naked.You need to fuck me.Like now.Right now.”“Your wish is my command.” Garrett swallowed an amused laugh, not wanting to offend the man at his side, and took charge of the situation.He scouted the room and spotted a clear section off to one side.“This way.”He led his client to an unoccupied section of the floor off to the right.He dropped down to his knees on one of the plush, bloodred pillows and set to work removing Terry’s pants.He eased the slacks and the black briefs beneath down firm thighs dusted with nearly colorless blond hair.Terry rid himself of the light blue shirt while Garrett was busy appreciating what he’d uncovered.He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the soft flesh under Terry’s cute little outie belly button.The gentle touch earned a shiver, making Garrett wonder just how little this man must have been touched if something so light provoked such a response.Not that it was any of his business really.He was hired to provide a certain service, not to act as an armchair therapist.Garrett set to work earning his pay.In short order, he had his john naked and crouching on all fours atop a long, wide pillow.He grabbed the lube and condoms off the table and used the slick substance and his fingers to stretch and prepare while his mind roamed.His body was in the game, each move calculated and performed by rote, though he thought about everything from the men fucking around them to the errands he needed to run when he returned home.Only when his john was sufficiently stretched and pushing into every plunge of his fingers did Garrett ease back and get himself ready for action.He grabbed a rubber and suited up
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