“Aw, boss … ”
Grady just stared at him.
Jimmy handed over my cash, still fascinated by my cleavage.
I thanked him, he grunted, and trudged up the stairs to his post.
At that point, I thought my evening was over, with all I had been looking forward to in ruins.
Grady said, “Maybe you don’t feel like it anymore, but please be my guest inside. If you want. Okay?”
It only took me a few seconds to decide that one. “Sure, thank you.”
The Pit was still attractive – I was definitely feeling better – but now I had no connection. How was I supposed to get the action I was looking for?
“Grady, can you introduce me to someone who can deliver what I came here for?”
He broke out in a huge smile. “Actually, we can help each other. Would you take a role in a private party starting at midnight? My scheduled performer called in sick a little while ago.”
“What does ‘take a role’ mean?”
“The party will have twenty to thirty men as guests. If you will be available for whatever they want, The Pit will pay you double our standard fee. The party will last two to three hours.”
He told me the amount I’d get, a lot more than I expected. But I still had questions.
“A gangbang?”
“Yes, it’s a gangbang. But no rough stuff, just a fun party. Every woman who has tried it has gone home happy. Why not you?”
“Is it legal?”
“You are not being paid for sex. It’s legal because you will sign an agreement as an actress/model. If you have sex with anyone, it’s consensual, your choice.”
I was revving up inside, the heat spreading from its center between my legs, throughout my body core. I could feel how wet I was getting. My nipples stood up.
My voice was husky as I said, “Where do I sign?”
Grady led me back into the The Pit. After the paperwork, I spent some time watching the alcove women to see what they did. I was reassured that I could do it and that I was going to get what I wanted that night.
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Before midnight, Grady sent a man to walk me to the site of the private party, a large space upstairs from the club floor.
At the entrance, guests were being scrutinized by a doorman who examined special invitation cards verifying their status. The men just looked like average guys.
The thickly carpeted room contained comfy overstuffed couches and chairs, a bigger-than-king-size bed, and a bar along one wall. A huge flat-screen TV took up another wall, playing a lively music video. As I looked around, there were no other women. It was all men and me.
My escort turned me over to Jason, the party host.
Jason said, “Almost time. Doors close at midnight. The final count should be just under thirty men. You okay with that?”
I nodded yes. Although a little anxious, I was quite eager to do it, ready to start any time.
He helped when he said, “You look great, fresh and natural. The men are already checking you out.”
I just smiled.
“Have you ever done this before?” Jason asked.
“Thirty men at once? No, not that many.”
He probed, “How many then?”
I was honest. “Um. I’ve been in threesomes a few times, with two men. Oh, and I had sex in public at a college party. That’s all.”