At the top floor we got off the elevator and went to the suite. It was one of only two on that floor. We knocked and the door was opened by a good looking guy, perhaps a little younger than we were. White, about six feet tall, dark curly hair neatly barbered and brown eyes. He was clean shaven and dressed in slacks and a salmon colored polo shirt. When he saw Cheryl, his whole face lit up.
I wasn’t surprised when she stepped toward him and he wrapped her up in a big hug. As I quickly learned, his name was Jerry and I already knew that he had known Cheryl in her life as a prostitute. I was barely aware of what they were saying to each other as I looked around at the living area of the suite. It was a large room with two sofas, several chairs, a bar that had several bar-height stools, and a dining table with four more chairs. Through the living room I saw double doors that were open with a king bed visible in what must have been the bedroom. To the right of that was another open door and it looked like it had another smaller bedroom too. Apparently, everyone else had been told to show up at 8:30 as no one else was there besides Jerry.
Cheryl introduced me as her escort and bodyguard and reviewed the rules of the evening with Jerry. He had told everyone that if they wanted to attend anything beyond purely watching the striptease, they HAD to bring a current STD report that was dated less than a week before the event. It had to be surrendered to me, along with their cell phone to gain entry. Jerry said a total of 13 men had been invited, including himself and Cheryl smiled pretty wide at that. I knew that our conversations all week had revolved around the potential of ten men, but 13 would just make her evening more fun… if I knew her at all.
Cheryl assured Jerry that she would review all of the rules of the evening after everyone had arrived, and until then, it was just time to relax. She took her bag into the big bedroom and put it in a chair that was situated in one corner. After putting the cooler behind the bar, I walked around the suite, looking behind every door and checking every area. I wanted to be thoroughly familiar with the layout and what was where. When I walked back out to the main room, Cheryl was sitting on one of the barstools and Jerry was behind the bar pulling out bottles.
“What would you like to drink?” he asked both Cheryl and I.
“Nothing, thanks,” replied Cheryl with a smile. She saw the questioning look on Jerry’s face but I gave him his answer.
“The only person allowed to make drinks for Cheryl this evening is me,” I said. “She may know and trust you, but she doesn’t know anyone else and her background has taught her to avoid taking drinks from strangers. To avoid any potential issues, I will make and deliver all her drinks to her, no matter what they are. From here on, the cooler stays where I am and I stay where she is.”
Jerry looked a little surprised. “Wow,” he said after a minute. “That’s a bit of a change from the last time I saw you.”
“A lot has changed since then,” Cheryl said with a smile, “but what hasn’t changed is that you can count on enjoying watching me do a great striptease and then spend an evening pleasing all the men who are admitted.”
“Well, that’s all that matters I guess,” said Jerry. I could tell he was excited about getting his chance to enjoy her sexually at some point that evening, and I knew that one of the things that had changed was her involvement in a relationship with me. Jerry and the others may not know that, but she did and I did and that special knowledge just made the evening better — to me anyway.
At almost exactly 8:30 there was a knock at the suite door and I stepped over to it. Opening it half way, I put my foot behind it so it couldn’t just be pushed open and greeted the first group of attendees. There were four men and they started to step in, stopping short when they realized that the door wasn’t opening any farther and I wasn’t moving.
“Good evening, gents,” I said with a wide smile. Just being polite. “I’m Frank and I’m here to make sure Cheryl is safe for the evening. Each of you has a current STD test from what I understand?”
Three of the men reached into pockets of jackets or pants and started to pull out papers. One of them looked at the others and said, “You were serious about that? She’s a hooker. We gotta be disease tested?”
I answered him and my voice was far less pleasant. “Yes, she’s a professional escort and everyone was told that if they wanted to participate, it’s an unprotected evening. For her health and that of everyone else attending, every participant is required to show a current, recent disease test. If you don’t have one you can’t be admitted.”
He bucked a little bit at that. “Who the fuck are you to tell me I won’t be admitted? I was invited and I can come in whether you like it or not.”
I didn’t move and I kept my voice flat. “I’ll repeat this: everyone was told that to get in they had to have a copy of their current disease test results showing them disease free. If you don’t have one, you can’t come in. If you try to come in, you will fail.”
He wasn’t ready to challenge me physically by himself, but he did make the attempt to recruit a friend. I didn’t realize it but Jerry had stepped up behind me. Big mouth in the hall turned to the guy next to him, “C’mon… we can take this guy and then do what we want for the evening.”
The guy he was talking to said, “Fuck off, asshole. You were told. Don’t be a dick.”
Jerry jumped in as well. “Everyone was told,” he said. “Don’t ruin everyone else’s weekend just because you thought the rules didn’t apply to you.”
Big mouth looked around another few minutes and then turned and walked back to the elevator. His three friends all handed me their test results which I reviewed and then handed back. I didn’t want to keep them and, if I was one of them, I wouldn’t want a stranger to have them. “Phones,” I said, holding out my hands. Each of them surrendered their cell phone which I placed in a basket inside the door on a small decorative table. “Come on in,” I said, the smile returning to my face.
“Help yourself to the bar,” Jerry said, shaking hands with the guys and slapping one or two on the back. “Just don’t get drunk because you definitely want to be pure sober to enjoy later.”
Each of the men smiled and greeted Cheryl who accepted handshakes, hugs, kisses on her cheek and a hug from the last guy. Across the next half hour, the evening flowed with very vanilla social time. The guys circled around Cheryl and engaged each other in conversation. Several offered her drinks and she assured them all that she was fine with what she had. I went through the routine at the door a couple more times and had to turn away another guy who thought the disease test requirement was a joke. So, after everyone was in and the door was locked, Cheryl had eleven men, not including me, waiting to see her do a little dance, display herself gradually through the striptease and then have their turn at her sexually.
I could tell she was happy.
At 9:30 Jerry announced that it was time for the entertainment part of the evening to begin and he accepted a CD of music from Cheryl to play while she danced. Before she started, she arranged where everyone was sitting so the groom was alone in a comfortable chair, at the top of a circle of the sofas, other seats, etc. At first I tried to keep track of everyone’s name but I realized it was a losing battle. I knew there were eleven men. They ranged (roughly) in age from mid-twenties to about fifty. There were seven white guys and four black guys. Some of the “white” guys were probably Italian, of Hispanic background or had another Mediterranean region cultural background. All of them were well groomed, were neat, seemed fairly fit and dressed decently. I realized that all of them, had Cheryl been available, looked nice enough she’d consider dating them, depending on their personalities.
Once everyone was seated and the music was queued up, Cheryl got up from her barstool, threw back what was left of the first drink I’d served her (a mixed cocktail I knew she liked that had just enough alcohol to help calm her nerves), and then stepped over into the middle of the circle. Before she started the music, she gave a short speech.
“Hi, there,” she said with a smile, looking around the circle, turning as she went and making eye contact with every attendee. “In case you didn’t know,” she said, “my name is Cheryl. Throughout the evening, if you specifically need or want my attention, use my name. I won’t answer to anything else. That said, once some of the more… intense fun starts later, if you want to use any other language to refer to me, I don’t care. I don’t mind being called a whore and I’m very proud of being a slut, so such terms don’t bother me at all. Just don’t say ‘hey, whore,’ because I won’t answer to it. I’ll just assume you’re talking in the midst of the moment. If you need my attention, say my name.” She kept looking around and saw everyone nodding.
“Next,” she continued, “while I will appreciate everyone’s good intentions and attempts to be nice, I will not accept a drink from anyone except Frank.” She pointed at me. “As you all learned at the door, he’s here as my escort and bodyguard.” She paused and took a breath, I assumed to gather her thoughts, but I realized she was trying to figure out a polite way to say what came next. She apparently just decided to be blunt about it. “Later, when the fun really gets going,” she said, “I’m happy to say that almost anything goes. However, if I say STOP or NO, I mean STOP or NO. It’s not optional, it’s not ‘in a minute’ or ‘when you’re done.” It means right that moment and if you don’t, Frank will. His only purpose here is to assure my safety and comfort. I decide both and he will respond… enthusiastically if I need his assistance.” She stopped and looked around again. “Does everyone understand? We are all going to have a lot of fun later, but it will be stopped and probably ruined for everyone if Frank has to get involved. So pay attention, okay?” She looked around and everyone nodded.
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