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Good Old Boy's Club [Part 1]

Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Discipline, Domination/submission, Gay, Male Domination, Reluctance, Romance, Spanking, Young, Author: . glitter bomb ., Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

back to the older gentleman, who seemed to be chuckling into his drink. “No wonder Adonis hired you.” Olly raised an eyebrow. Adonis didn’t hire him because of the team he played for—his boss preferred bears, anyway. He still thought he was a twink even though he was pushing forty. Adonis hired him because bartenders needed to be young, fit, attractive males and the waitresses needed to be slender, scantily dressed women. The Dollhouse, like any good club, was a play putting on a performance. They needed a role to be filled, and Oliver didn’t mind being an actor for a little while. “Can I get you anything else?” Olly asked, not quite sure how to respond to such a statement. The man finished his whiskey. “No. Thank you.” When Olly turned around again, there was a crisp hundred dollar bill sitting beneath the empty whisky tumbler. [2] Two nights later, Oliver was barely awake and trying to serve drinks like nothing was wrong. Working nights typically didn’t bother him, but he had spent the majority of last afternoon studying for a midterm and was barely able to stand; not to mention his house was very noisy during the day. He ran a hand through his hair and hung up his jacket again. Sasha, a sweet, large breasted girl not overburdened with intelligence, came running up to him. “Olly! You have to come quick, Adonis is throwing a fit that you’re late again. There’s a bunch of big-shots here, and they want you to serve—you have to come quick!” Olly blinked. “What?” “Never mind , ... just come on!” He was promptly dragged through the back dressing room. In the act of pulling off his hoodie and unfolding his see-through white tank top, Adonis came bursting into the room. “Oh! Oliver, Oliver, honey, where were you?” Adonis squeaked, his creased eyes squinching. “I’ve been texting you for ages! Jack Woodford is back and he’s requested you as a server!” “Wait, who’s back?” Olly asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Adonis snapped his fingers in Oliver’s face. “Wake up! Jack Woodford? He was at the club a few nights ago? Or does everyone tip you triple figures?” Oh. Oh . Oliver was suddenly awake, his hair standing on end. The intimidating presence of the man hadn’t left him, and in the past few days Olly hadn’t been able to get him out of his mind. Even when he drifted off to sleep at night, he could still feel that powerful gaze watching him from behind. It was unsettling, to say the least. “I’m on it,” Olly said under his breath, and ran a hand through his untidy hair. Leaving the concerned Sascha and the bordering-on-heart-attack Adonis behind, Olly hurried through the club towards the private lounge. He typically avoided the place unless specifically instructed to serve at a bachelor party or something; the soundproofed room and the soft velvet unsettled him. However, unlike most of the wild bachelor parties which had taken place in The Dollhouse’s backroom, this one was rather quiet and sedate. As soon as he opened the door he could smell the cigar smoke, ...