The Unapologetic Escort
Chapter 3
Doug had told me to bring a sweat towel, a large towel for after the shower, a soap that I like (the soap at the gym was kinda harsh, he's said), and some workout clothes. With everything I needed packed into an old gym bag, I drove over to his house and rang the doorbell. A moment later, he greeted me and invited me in. "You always look so delicious," he smiled when he'd moved aside to let me in. He planted a big kiss on my lips and hugged me tightly.
"Back at ya, Doug!" I said, returning his compliment. "You score well last night?"
He nodded and replied, "A new client who needed some special lovin' that I was happy to provide." He told me all the delightful details which included mutual blowjobs and hard fucks. "Of course, rimming was involved, but no felching. I don't think he's kinky enough for that, mostly vanilla really. How about you?"
"A totally hot Marine that I swapped fucks, blowjobs, rimming, and felching with. We got a lot done in just an hour," I revealed. "He has a fantasy about a fellow jarhead that is black and built like a brick to hear him tell it. He knows he'll never get him, so he used me as a surrogate. I didn't mind at all. Do you have dates lined up for the evening?"
"Not that I'm aware of," he said. "You?"
"No one has told me about them if I do. So, tell me more about the clientele at the gym?"
Doug grabbed his gym bag and escorted me out of the house and pointed us toward the gym. "You'll get a couple of free days at the gym before you'll be asked to sign up. That's how they usually do it, anyway. You may even get a weeks' worth of free workouts. Maybe they'll throw in some time with one of the trainers. If they do that, I recommend Travis. He has a degree in sports medicine without the medical degree. He really knows how to sculpt a body. Besides, he's an amazing fuck."
"Top or bottom?" I wondered.
"Both. Very versatile, I'd say. But, with your big dick, he'll want to bottom almost all the time. He has a sensational ass that can suck cum out of any hard dick he wants. But, his curved dick hits all the right places, so you'll want to experience his topping skills, too," he grinned as we rounded another corner on the way to the gym. "The gym in another three blocks away."
"What times or days are the best for working out and which ones are best for playing around?" I asked. "There are priorities here," I laughed.
"You'll want to avoid the rush to work out after the workday is over. So from five in the afternoon until about seven, you'll find that the equipment is in high demand. Your workout will be interrupted all the time and you'll waste a lot of time. Noon can be very busy as well. But, the chance to score is very high then. All these men working downtown come here for a noon-time workout and blowjob or fuck. Then, they head to the burbs and their families right after work, so you won't be playing with them then. I've never been in early in the morning, so I don't know what that's like. In our line of work, early mornings are for sleeping after a night of fucking," he grinned.
We bumped fists in agreement. "So, what is the usual kind of man-on-man action you see?" I asked.
"A lot of them hit the steam room and sauna to jerk off with someone else. The showers are not private enough to do much of anything other than cruise and get some guy to go into the more private areas like the steam room and sauna."
"Is this men only or co-ed?"
"Men only as all the aforementioned venues are rooms off the men's locker room and have no other access. During certain times of the day, the place will be crowded with men who want to get it on, but without an audience. That's when the showers can get very friendly. Group activities seem to be only jacking off together, but there are exceptions even to that."
"How long have you been going to this gym?"
"Oh, must be about eight years now, give or take."
"And you've enjoyed some memorable times there?"
"Oh, yeah, and still do. Lots of eager men in need of sexual release."
"I'm looking forward to this," I laughed gleefully.
"Just remember, this is a mixed crowd, not a gay gym," he reminded me.
"Got it."
Doug introduced me to two of the trainers who were manning the reception desk. "He's thinking of joining this gym, but would like a few days of working out to be sure it's right for him," he began. "So, would one of you like to show him the facility and the many pieces of equipment he can train on?"
Both were cordial, but the good looking one ate me up with his eyes. He was the first one to speak. "Of course! I'd love to show you around, Mike. This way, please," he grinned. We followed him into the men's locker room. "As you can see, we have several banks of lockers. We ask that you bring your own lock and towels, including one to wipe your sweat off the exercise equipment after you've used it. In here," he continued as we headed to the shower room, "are the showers. Soap is provided. Over here," he said and turned toward two smoked-glass doors separate by about ten feet, "is the sauna," indicating the door on the right, "and the steam room over here," pointing to the door on the left. "Would you like to change now and then I can demonstrate some of the equipment in the main room?"
Doug smiled at the trainer's obvious desire to see me naked. I was willing to play along. Hopefully, I would play with him later. Doug selected a locker toward the end of one of the rows. I picked one next to him. We slowly stripped for the trainer's entertainment, taking extra time after we'd shed our pants and underwear to find the appropriate gear in our gym bags. Prolonging the strip show, I put on a muscle shirt before I pulled on some workout shorts. Of course, my dick lengthened as I checked out Doug's ass. It didn't get hard, but it was well over 8" when I finally stuffed it into my workout shorts.
"Both of you have incredible bodies," the trainer leered, not being at all shy or coy about staring at our butts and dicks. He spent more time looking at my attributes than he did Doug's. No doubt, he'd seen Doug's equipment and probably played with him a few times already. "So, I don't know how much we can do to enhance what you already have been blessed with," he added, never taking his eyes off my dick. With shoes and socks on, we grabbed our sweat towels, and locked up. Out on the exercise floor, the trainer took us through a general description of how each piece of equipment worked, including which muscle group each apparatus was targeted to help. He left us to return to the desk with a final offer to help us if we needed it.
"You've done him, right?" I whispered as we mounted two of the elliptical walkers to warm up.
"Of course," he smiled. "A pretty good lay," he added, looking back at the front desk with a wink. "But, he has his job here which doesn't allow him to play very much. I'm sure he'd find the time to play with you, if you wanted him."
I grinned and said, "Perhaps, some evening when it is quieter and he has fewer demands on his time. Have you ever seen him in here when he isn't working?"
"Yes, he does love to work out and is free with his advice, as well as very free with his ass. I think he has a boyfriend, but he fucks around anyway. Perhaps, that's the arrangement they have, perhaps not. I do know that he's very selective about whom he fucks with, but you won't have any problem in that regard. He practically ate you alive with his eyes in the locker room!"
"I did notice that he was checking me out more than a straight man would," I allowed.
"There are a few straight trainers, but most of them are gay. I'm sure they'll make themselves known to you with offers involving their hard butts. Those guys aren't shy about getting what they want."
"You think he'll want to do both of us today?"
"He'll want to, but I think he's too busy at the front desk. That's not to say that he won't come into the locker room and give us both a feel and a suck, just to keep us interested. But, he won't have time to really get it on," Doug sighed. "And that's too bad. He really is a good fuck."
"There will probably be other men who show an interest," I said. "For instance, those two guys over there with the free weights and another guy on the chest machine have not been discrete about their stares."
"Yeah, they can be had. And so can the guy on your left on the exercise bike in the blue shorts as well as the one on the leg machine. All of them are possibilities for later. That all assumes that there aren't any trolls camped in the sauna or steam room," he added.
"Trolls?" I wondered.
"Yeah, old, out of shape guys who only come here to watch and play around, if they can get lucky, which doesn't happen very often. They won't even do each other, they're so ugly. They never exercise."
"That would sure put a damper on fun," I agreed.
We finished our warm up a few minutes later. I checked out the men who were checking us out. I got smiles and winks from all of them. Not a shy man in the bunch. "What muscle group should we work on today?" I asked.
"Today is legs and back for me," Doug replied. "That okay with you?"
"Sure."
We alternated between the appropriate equipment, working in with two of the men who had been eyeing us. They introduced themselves and welcomed me to the club. When we moved to other equipment, they continued to watch us. Nearly an hour passed before we were finished. Meanwhile, most of the men who'd checked us out had departed for the locker room. Only three of them remained on the exercise floor. When we headed for the men's locker room, they weren't far behind us.
Unfortunately for them, their lockers were on a different aisle. One of our earlier admirers came out of the sauna and saw us undressing. Conveniently, he went to the sinks which had mirrors above them. He checked us out brazenly in the reflection. I smiled. He smiled back and headed to the shower room. I followed him in with Doug taking a shower stall next to me.
After soaping up and rinsing quickly, I glanced over at my admirer. His shower curtain was open and his dick was hard and pointed at me. I smiled at him and stroked my dick to full erection in a matter of seconds. His mouth gaped open at the size of my dick. Turning around, he soaped up his ass and spread his butt cheeks when he bent over.
Doug walked by, headed for the steam room. "Go for it," he whispered.
I crossed the four feet between us and cupped the sweet muscle melons of my target in my big hands. "You gotta sweet ass," I whispered. I bent down and nuzzled his neck. He was about 5'10" compared to my 6'4". He bent over farther and captured my hard dick between his legs. I pushed against his balls and said, "I'd love to fuck you."
"If you're negative, I'll take every drop of cum you wanna shoot up my hole," he whispered back. "I love big dicks pounding and breeding me." I assured him I was negative. "Then, fuck me, but close the shower curtain. We don't need an audience or participants."
I pulled the curtain closed behind us. When I turned back, he had a tube of lube in his hand. Handing it to me, he indicated what I should do with it. I already knew what to do. Once more, my hands cupped his hard ass cheeks and spread them. My dick zeroed in on his tight sphincter, and skipped up his ass trench. He grabbed my dick, positioned it perfectly and pushed back against me. I entered him slowly, stretching his ass lips and love tunnel. Half way in, he asked me to pause for a moment. "I've not taken one this big in a long time," he admitted. "But, I know I can do it." He was silent for a few more seconds before he pushed back against me again. "Oh, yeah, that feels good," he moaned. "Breed my ass, Man!" he insisted.
"As hot as your ass is, this will be a short ride," I told him. "But, you'll get a BIG reward as a result." His love tunnel massaged my dick relentlessly. His deep ass was made for my dick. He bucked and thrust his ass back against my crotch, pounding himself on my steely phallus. Less than two minutes later, while I was as deep inside him as I could pump, my dick jerked repeatedly, spraying a monster load up his white ass. We stayed coupled for another couple of minutes before I decided to pull out. My hard dick continued to spasm and leak more nutt into him. "You like that?" I whispered in his ear.
"Fuck, yeah!" he exulted. "You can fuckin' breed me every day of the week and several times on the weekends. You made me nutt without touching my dick when you fucked me. I love that!" We exchanged names and future promises of connecting again.
I patted his ass and strode back to the shower I'd been in earlier. After cleaning up, I left the shower room and went looking for Doug. I tried the sauna first, but no one was in there. But, in the steam room, the action was hot and heavy. Several pairs of eye looked up when I entered. Clearly, they'd been playing around, but parted when the new guy (me) walked in.
Doug smiled at me and said, "He's a friend. Go back to your fun," he directed. Two guys went down on the guy sitting next to each of them and another guy bent over in front of Doug. Doug shoved his face between the guy's ass cheeks and continued to eat him out. I moved in front of the guy Doug was rimming and waved my big dick in his face. He gobbled it up quickly, enjoying the feel of my heartbeat as my dick swelled back to full erection.
"He's already lubed up with my load," Doug smiled over the guy's ass. "I know he'll love that monster of yours breeding him, and you'll love how tight and hungry his hole is." I had to laugh. Doug had already bred the guy while I was breeding another man in the showers. Now, he was finishing up his "work" by felching out a little of his creamy load. I took his place behind our mutual fuck and tasted his ass. Yeah, he'd been fucked and nutted in. The guy pushed on the back of my head, trying to make me eat him even deeper.
But, my resurrected dick had other action in mind. I stood behind the guy and pushed my dick up his well-lubed asshole. Doug had already shoved his dick in the guy's mouth to clean. From the noises our mutual fuck was making, he was enjoying the hell out of our dicks. He rode my dick like a professional, using every trick he knew to get me off. Of course, his tricks worked. I loaded him up with my baby batter to mix with Doug's. I held him tightly against me, making sure my sperm shot deeper into him than Doug's.
Pulling out, I made him clean cum off my dick while Doug and I kissed. Another guy who was getting his dick sucked moved over and started sucking on Doug's meat to get him hard again. It wasn't working. I pulled away and walked out of the steam room with Doug trailing behind. "The last guy trying to give you a blowjob didn't turn you on?" I asked.
"That, and the room was too damned hot," he replied. "And I'd just nutted when you walked into the room. I don't recover as fast as you do."
I smiled at his admission. I was about half his age after all. "Is it always that friendly here?" I wondered.
"Most days, yes. But, not always. Sometimes we get trolls, or straight guys who just want to enjoy the steam room or sauna for the traditional reasons. But, it does depend on the time of day and how horny these men are," he added.
We showered again and dressed. As we walked back to front of the gym, Doug wondered how I liked the gym. Before I could respond, the trainer at the front desk asked me the same question. "This is a good place, good equipment and facilities. But, I think I need a few more session at different times of the day to tell me for sure that I should join."
"How about I give you a week pass for free and you can come and go as you please," he suggested. "Just show the pass that the front desk and you'll be allowed in." I nodded and he wrote out a pass that would be good for a week.
"Loved the equipment and facility," I said again, "and the staff are very friendly," I smiled back at him as he handed me the pass. "I think this is a good idea," I winked.
"I was hoping you would," he grinned back at me, pointedly staring at my full crotch.
As we headed back to Doug's place, my phone rang. It was the boss. "Get yourself down to Tuxedos Unlimited. You're the escort at a formal event this evening with one of our best clients. He asked for you specifically." I asked for the address of the tuxedo rental place which he gave me. "And the cost is to be charged to the agency," he added. "You are booked for the evening with him, raw flip-fucking approved. The event starts at 6 p.m. and includes dinner, so be ready at the tuxedo store by 5:30. His limousine will pick you up there." He broke the connection before I could ask any questions, not that I had any.
"Is this his usual way of telling you about your next client?" I asked Doug.
"He's pretty much that way when he's harried. The client has to be Mr. Adams. He spends more on escorts every month than most of our other clients do in a year," he embellished. "He's really a good man, you'll enjoy his company. But, he does have a tendency at these formal events to drink more than he can handle. Don't try to be his mother, just go with it."
"Does he expect me to put out, get fucked, pound his ass, or what?"
"If he's sober enough, all of the above," Doug smiled. "But, if he's true to form, he'll be very drunk, won't be able to get it up and will pass out on the way home in his limo or after you get him in bed. The next morning, he'll be better and apologetic. You may not get any sex from him at all."
"Good thing I fucked two guys at the gym then," I laughed. "Do you have someone lined up for this evening?"
"Yeah, one of my regulars is on the docket," he said after checking his phone. "He's a nice guy, and not bad to look at. He's just so busy, he doesn't have time to go out, make conversation, and all the preliminary stuff to get a guy to go home with him. And he wants to know what he's going to get and that the guy is a sure thing," Doug revealed. "I see him every three weeks or so. I don't know if he sees anyone else from the agency or outside. Rich as Croesus, though."
"He make a play for you?"
"Nope. I don't know if he even wants a relationship. All he wants and gets right now is some hot sex and no strings attached."
"With you, it would always be hot," I praised him. I patted his ass and told him that I was willing to fill in when we were both available, if he needed to fuck around with someone. He smiled and said that he'd certainly keep that in mind. He liked me and my big dick. Of course, he loved my black ass, too.
By mid-afternoon, I was at the tuxedo shop, getting fitted for my rental that evening. I tried on several styles, and with the guidance of the shop, selected one that was understated, yet classic. The pants were from one set and the jacket from another. My shoulders were far too wide to fit in the jacket that the pants had come with. The pants had to be taken in and the jacket let out across the back while tightened about the waist. Luckily, a tailor was on the premises, so I waited until he was finished for a final fit. I selected a shirt that fit through the shoulders and chest, but was too blousy around the middle. However, I could tuck that in and no one would be the wiser. The shop also had patent leather shoes, but my size 13.5-14 might be hard to fit. Luckily, they did have a pair in my size and they fit like a glove. The studs and cufflinks were added along with the cummerbund and tie.
I checked myself out in the full-length mirror. Damn! I looked good!! High round ass, broad shoulders, narrow waist, deep chest, nice package, and a fine looking stud ready to fuck a sweet ass and deliver a monster load. It made my dick hard just thinking about it. I had told the shop that I had to have the tux ready no later than 5:30, because the limo was picking me up then. They promised it would be ready and they were right on target. With a little last minute help getting the studs and cummerbund correct, I was ready at 5:28. We were cutting it close, but it worked.
The limo pulled up at the promised time. It was an older Rolls Royce limousine. I guessed it was from the 60s, but I couldn't be sure. The chauffeur raced around to the rear passenger door and opened it for me. I thanked him and smiled. It was nearly perfect inside, showing only a little wear. I asked the chauffeur what year it was. He proudly stated it was a 1966 Silver Shadow stretched limo. The color was a special order Deauville dove grey. The leather interior was black. He smiled into the rear view mirror as the divider window slid back up noiselessly and we pulled away from the curb. I sat back into the exquisite comfort and quiet of the limo.
A few minutes later, we were winding our way up into the hills where the estates were located with spectacular views of the city. The car pulled through iron gates that opened with a push of a button on the dash and glided around a circular driveway to the front door of a red brick mansion. The limo purred to a stop and the chauffeur got out and hurried to the mansion door. A moment later, he returned saying that the master would be out in a minute. He opened the car door for me as I thought it would be a good idea to meet my "date" standing beside the car.
The front door opened and my "date" strode through without closing it behind him. It magically closed, but I did see that someone was inside pushing it shut. So, he had a butler, too. I smiled at him as he approached and the chauffeur opened the limousine door. He smiled back and shook my hand, introduced himself and asked my name. As I responded, he checked me out. "You look very smart this evening, Michael. Your picture doesn't do you justice," he added as he slipped into the limo. I scurried around to the other side, but the chauffeur beat me there and opened my door for me. I thanked him again.
Sliding into the comfortable rear seat, I turned to Mr. Adams and smiled. "May I ask the nature of the event?"
He returned my smile and laid one hand on my hand. "This is a fund-raiser for another charity that I'm on the board of. Dinner will be served with your choice of wine. Awards will be presented and gratefully, that part of the program will be very brief. An auction will then take place where the proceeds will go to the charity. The bidding will be spirited and items for sale will go for grossly overvalued prices. However, that's a good thing."
He didn't say which charity this was, and I didn't ask. I knew there would be some kind of signage or table décor that would tell me that. "I'm looking forward to a very good time with you, Sir," I beamed.
"Please, call me John," he replied with a leer. I knew he wanted into my pants, but not in the limo. Even though his staff must know his sexual preference with all the rented men who have warmed his bed, it would have been unseemly to flaunt it in front of them. Still, he did massage my crotch and was rewarded with a hard bone. "I know I'm looking forward to getting to know you better, Michael," he whispered as we neared our destination and released my hard dick. "But, I need to allow you time to fix the problem I've created."
I wasn't sure that would be possible. If I was still boned up, I'd adjust my hard dick so that it pointed up and not down my leg making a noticeable tent. But, I was still stiff when the limo stopped at the event entrance. Even as I adjusted myself, I had to be sure that it didn't peek out over the top of my belt and the cummerbund. By the time we were inside the reception area for the charity event, my dick was under control, but still close to hard.
The event went smoothly. I met a great number of people, and didn't remember more than a few names. John groped me under the table, but not blatantly or frequently. And it always got my dick hard. My "date" was in his 50s or early 60s. He worked out, had all his hair and teeth, and was the center of attention for most of the evening. You'd think he was running for political office, but I guess that's how the very rich schmooze. And true to form, he drank too much. He did bid on several items, including rare wines, vacation rentals, and vacation packages. At one point, he leaned over and asked, "Would you like to go there?" The current item at auction was a two week vacation to France, 1st Class airfare, and guests at a small chateau in the Loire valley. A car was also provided from the castle estate as well as a chef, butler, chauffeur, and chambermaid. Wine and food provided. Dates of occupancy were negotiable.
I glanced over at him, not sure how serious he was. Finally, I said, "Who wouldn't love to be pampered like that in France, but I'm sure that vacation package would be very expensive?" He squeezed my dick again under the table and started bidding on the item. All other bidders dropped out a few thousand dollars later. Considering the value of the package, I think he got a bargain. He stroked my dick again and squeezed the head of it. "When would you like to go?"
I laughed at him softly. "John, that's very sweet of you to offer, but you hardly know me. Besides, I'm attending the University this fall."
"When does that start?"
"Uh, September 20th, I think."
"Do you have to be there early?"
"I have an athletic scholarship for hurdling and short distance running," I revealed. "The coach wants me there two weeks in advance."
"Let me check my calendar and see when I can get away," he smiled drunkenly and stroked me again. But, his groping was interrupted when a string of people came over to our table to congratulate him on his vacation coup. By the time he'd made another round of the tables, it was nearly midnight. His speech was slightly slurred and his gate was a little clumsy. "I think we'd better call it a night, before I make an ass of myself," he grinned and led me away from the auction. Outside, our limo was called and pulled up moments later. The chauffeur poured Mr. Adams into the back seat and opened the door for me on the other side. He shook his head and smiled. I thanked him for his courtesy and smiled back.
Fifteen minutes later, the iron gates to the estate opened and the Rolls Royce silently deposited us at the front door. The butler opened the door to greet us. I was propping up my host as we waddled inside. "Show me to his bedroom, please," I asked.
"Of course, Sir," the butler replied. "Do you need any assistance getting him into bed?"
"I'll let you know if I do. Thank you for asking."
The butler showed us to Mr. Adams' bedroom and departed. I helped John into the bedroom, removed and folded his clothes, and rolled him into bed. He did have a good body for a man of his years. His dick as an average wilted dick, but he did have big nuts. I wondered if that meant he shot big loads. But, in his current state, I doubt that I was going to find out tonight. After I pulled off my tuxedo, I crawled into bed beside him. My "date" was already fast asleep. Perhaps Doug had been right. This client may not involve sex at all. The morning would probably be different though.
"Good morning, Mr. Adams," I heard from beyond the door. The greeting was accompanied by a gentle tapping on the door. "Your plane leaves in less than two hours, so you must get ready now, Sir." I rocked John with a moderate shove. He woke up, but was still groggy.
"Your butler just reminded you that you have a plane to catch this morning," I smiled as he looked over at me.
"Fuck!" he moaned. "What time is it?"
I glanced over at the clock on a nearby nightstand. "Fifteen minutes after eight," I replied. He groaned again and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Is there anything I could do to help?" I offered.
"Just point me toward the shower," he absently said. I moved around to his side of the bed and helped him stand. "Thanks," he smiled, although I think conversation could be aggravating his probable headache. He stepped toward the bathroom, and then turned around. "You are stunning," grinned as he surveyed my nakedness. "I wish we had more time, so I could take advantage of you, but I'm already pushing the limit to make my flight. However, you could join me in the shower for a minute or two."
I complied with his request and soaped him up as we stood in the oversized shower. He cupped my balls and stroked my big, hard dick. "You got time for a fast fuck?" I asked as I massaged his ass cheeks and probed his asshole gently with a finger.
"I'd love for you to fuck me, but I'll have cum farts on the plane and I don't want to do that to my fellow passengers," he replied. I laughed as the mental image raced through my mind. "But, I'd love to suck you off."
"I nutt pretty quickly, so we won't waste too much time," I agreed. He knelt before me and sucked voraciously on my bobbing dick. He was a consummate cocksucker. The man could suck an egg through a garden hose. I was coating the back of his throat with my warm baby batter in under a minute. It had been a long time since I'd pounded out a couple of loads yesterday afternoon, so he got a bigger than usual helping of my dick gravy. He would have continued nursing on my dick, but he had little time to dawdle. I pulled away and pulled him up. It was my turn to kneel before him and return the favor. He'd been stroking his dick as he blew me, so he was close to nutting, too. A couple minutes later, I got my creamy reward. I had encouraged him a little bit by waving a finger over his prostate.
"Time well spent," he sighed after our final rinse and dry off. He raced into his walk-in closet which was the size of my bedroom at home, and quickly pulled on some casual travelling clothes. "Fraser will be taking me to the airport, but I want you to stay and have breakfast. I'll catch a bite at the airport. Johnson will make sure that the chef gives you anything you want to eat. And when Fraser returns from the airport, he'll take you back to the tuxedo shop when it opens. Meanwhile, enjoy the house and the day. He planted a big kiss on me and turned to leave. "Oh, before I forget; thanks for being such a good escort last night. You were perfect and fit right in. I especially want to thank you for getting me home before I made an ass of myself. Did you undress me, or did Johnson?"
"I did."
"Thanks for that, too," he added as he pressed some money into my hand. "I want to see you again when I return from this business trip. I'll call your agency and make the arrangements." With that final word, he dashed out of the room and thundered down the grand stairway. I stood there naked as the day I was born and wondered what my next step should be. But, the butler put that to right by saying through the doorway that the chef was ready for my order when I was ready to give it to him. I plowed through my bag of clothes that I'd shed at the tuxedo shop and put them back on. They weren't exactly fresh, but they were still presentable, although a little wrinkled.
The chef made me eggs benedict after he suggested several breakfast items. He added fresh squeezed orange juice and a fresh fruit platter. He'd also wanted to cook waffles or pancakes to go with my meal, but I decided that would be far more food than I needed. So, he added a rasher of bacon as a side dish.
It must be nice to live like this. But, if I did, I'd be fat as a hog. I'm not sure I'd have the self-control not to eat everything in sight. Mr. Adams was not carrying any extra weight, so he must have some kind of diet that the chef and he adhere to.
After breakfast, the butler showed me into the media room and gave me free rein of the movies there. His library of great movies was very tempting; especially the ones in the corner that featured some amazingly well hung and well fucked men on porno discs. I decided to just watch whatever the current offering was on the multitude of satellite channels available.
The tuxedo shop opened at noon, so I kicked back and enjoyed the big screen television for a few hours. The chauffeur offered to take me home after dropping off my rental clothes. I accepted the offer. My parents were out of the house, probably at church. My cell phone rang as I dumped my clothes in the hamper and put on fresh ones. Doug was on the line, hoping I was available for another workout at the gym. Of course, I was!
Before I left, I pulled yesterday's pants out of the hamper and checked the pockets. I pulled out $500! I didn't think Mr. John Adams had that much fun! Perhaps, he was thinking of future "dates" with him?