Date: Thu, 14 Oct 1999 05:57:42 PDT
From: Chuck Guy <cr_nj@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Job Interview

THE JOB INTERVIEW
by Chuck Root
cr_nj@hotmail.com

I was making between $150 to $300 in cash each night. Dancing and striping
was big buck$ and it had all started without really thinking about it.  It
just took some luck, serendipity, and a cock that gets hard whenever I'm
naked in front of other people.

I had been looking for a summer job. I needed to make a few bucks between my
senior year in high school and my freshman year in college. Living in a
small tourist area on the Jersey shore makes it a easy to get a job but most
of them pay minimum wage. I just didn't feel like making "chump change" for
my summer job. I found a bus boy job at a local bar/restaurant. The pay was
good and the waiters would give you a split on the tips. In fact the tips
were real good.

There was live entertainment each night. Some of the bands were good and
others sucked. Wednesday night was "Ladies Night." It was "Women Only"
because the club brought in a some male dancers. It was a real popular night
with all the employees at the place because the crowd of ladies tipped well
as they got rowdy and drunk, enjoying the dancers.

Now don't let anyone tell you that ladies are "proper." I never saw a
noisier, hornier group in my life. They ranged in age from 21 (minimum age
for customers at the club) to silver haired moms. If a dancer was hot or had
that special look that did that special something for the ladies, the bucks
flew and the hands grabbed.

That's how my dancing career started. The guys on stage were working the
audience up real well.  As the 10 o'clock hour rolled around the show ended.
The crowd cheered for encores and the dance troop obliged twice. It had
gotten so rowdy that g-strings were being torn off the dancers and lady
customers were grabbing for swinging cocks and balls. One group that was
obviously a wedding shower group wasn't ready to call it quits. As the dance
troop fled the stage for the final time the bachelorettes started chanting
for more.

"MORE   MORE  MORE  WE WANT COCK." The boss told us to start bussing the
tables to quiet the crowd down. It was strange to be on the other side of
the sexual harassment line.  Whistles and cat calls greeted us as we tried
to do our job. I was walking valiantly into the valley of death at the
wedding party table. They hooted and cheered my every move and even goosed
me a few times. I was walking away with a tray of glasses when the new chant
started.

"WE WANT THE WAITER! WE WANT THE WAITER! WE WANT THE WAITER!" It was
obviously a lusty crowd that wasn't about to quit. I fought my way to the
kitchen and was greeted by cheers from my coworkers for having braved the
day. The boss winked and patted me on the back saying, "I bet you could make
$100 bucks tonight."

Now I've got to tell you. I'm no big-stud ladies man. I was eighteen, but I
had only gotten laid once and that was when both the girl and I were drunk.
I didn't remember it too well and I'm not even sure I enjoyed it that much.
Most of my sexual activity involved solitary jerk off sessions in my
bedroom. I had a buddy who once talked me into a three guy circle jerk but
that ended up with all of us coming and then being so embarrassed that we
couldn't look at each other in school for the next two weeks.

The boss peeked out into the crowded room and turned back to me saying, " I
take that back. You could probably make more if you worked it right." He
said it loud enough so most of the people in the kitchen area heard it. Now
I had two groups egging me on. The club room chant of "WE WANT THE WAITER"
was being matched with a kitchen chant of "DO IT! DO IT!"

"Are you serious? I can't dance."

"All they want is some almost naked guy. They don't care of you were on
crutches."

"Well, I don't have a costume."

"You got clean underwear on?"

It was that simple. I was going to make my strip debut as the Marky Mark of
the  bus boy crowd.  The boss told me to wait for the music cue and hit the
kitchen door ready to entertain. I did just what he told me to do.

I heard the music and pushed the swinging door open. The next 15 minutes
were a blur. I do remember trying to take my clothes off in time to the
music and in a sexy way but I also remember feeling like a real klutz. I do
know that about half way through my first dance gig I ended up with a hard
on that wouldn't quit. I really turned me on to have room full of people
watching me strip.  The customers were rowdy and egged me on right down to
my jockey shorts. My cock was stone hard and dripping and I really started
to enjoy the touch as they shoved cash into my crotch. One took a five
dollar bill and slipped it right into the fly of my briefs. The warm
fingers grabbed as much as they could before I backed away. More cash was
pushed into the waistband of my briefs. Another slipped a hand down the
back of my shorts and left a bill pressed into the crease of my butt.

I ended my debut to a loud ovation and pushed my way back through the
kitchen door into a room full of cheering co-workers. My boss was the first
to comment.

"Not bad for a virgin. Now are you willing to go back out there and get your
jeans and shirt from your fans."

"No shit" there I was in my briefs and the rest of my clothing was still in
the other room. The kitchen staff cheered and some even shouted, "Encore"!

"Come on hero. I'll find something for you to wear," my boss offered. We
pushed our way through the crowd and up the stairs to his office. Him fully
clothed and me in my underwear, a hardon still poking into the soft cotton
right where the elastic waistband circled my waist. I picked out some of the
cash that stuffed my costume but there were still a few sweat soaked bills
sticking out.

The boss' office was at the rear of the building and up three steps. He
always kept the door locked. Tonight was no different. We entered and he
closed the door.

He turned toward me and made no attempt to hide a very thorough look. I
could feel his stare as he "measured me."  His eyes travelled down my near
naked body and then back up. Our eyes met and he started to grin.

"You are one hot kid."

He looked down and was obviously checking out my package.  I could feel my
heart start to beat harder in my chest. My cock was still half hard from all
the excitement and grabbing on the dance floor and now it grew even harder
under my boss' inspection. I could feel it trying to move in the damp,
sweaty cotton briefs. I could feel the stiff paper edges on some of the
money still stuffed in the waistband, legs and pouch. My hands moved
unconcsciously toward my mid section and hovered over my "embarrassing'
bulge.

I felt a drop of sweat run down my back and another run down my cheek. My
eyes stung from the salty drops.

"You have any idea how much cash they stuffed in there tonight kid"?

I grinned and looked down at myself, naked except for the sweaty underwear.
I began harvesting the cash crop. Each bill I picked was damp and wrinkled.
I smoothed them out as I gathered them. I was surprised at the amount. It
was less than I hoped for.

"Here's one you missed," said my boss as he picked one out of the back
waistband of my briefs. His warm fingers seemed to have lingered a moment.

I added it to my stack and counted. It was $28 and that was only because one
of the bills was a five.  I guess the disappointment showed on my face.

"Not what you expected"?

"Yeah, sort of..."

"I was sure you'd make at least $100 if you played it right."

My boss reached into his pocket and pulled out a money clip stuffed with
bills. The outer bills were hundreds. He pealed off the first bill and put
the rest back in his pocket. He looked directly at me. His eyes locked on
mine. I found myself trying to look away from his stare only to be unable to
avoid looking back at him.

He stepped closer. We were less than a few feet apart. Still looking into my
eyes he reached and pushed the bill past the waistband of the front of my
briefs. He didn't stop. His hand pushed past my hard cock and then under my
loose sweaty balls. I actually spread my legs apart as his hand moved
deeper. He deposited the bill right at that tender spot behind my balls but
not yet at my ass hole.

I couldn't help letting a low moan escape from deep in my chest.

His empty hand started to pull back. He cupped my balls as he withdrew over
them. He gave them a gentle squeeze. His warm fingers wrapped my hardon as
he moved again. He paused and gave my cock a squeeze. It was as gentle as
the touch to my balls. He moved a little and seemed to find the exact place
where the mushroom head of my circumcised cock tapered down to the shaft.
His fingers again circled me. and squeezed.

The whole time his eyes never wandered. He looked right at me. My stare
wasn't as steady.  My own eyes darted back and forth to him and then the
closed office door. Then down at this man's hand that was buried in my
underwear and quickly back to the magnetic stare of his eyes.

Another moan escaped from my lips as he rubbed his thumb across the piss
slit on my cock. He collected the drop of pre cum that had formed and slowly
spread it around the edges of my cock head. I was so hard my cock ached. He
gently massaged the slick lube down the "V" that formed just below my piss
slit and onto the shaft of my hard on.

The boss softly whispered , "That should be more like the money you could
make."

His warm hand never stopped rubbing my precum around the head of my cock.
His touch became as soft as his whisper.  My own voiced seemed to vanish and
only strange sounds leaked out of my mouth.

His hand left my cock. Instead of grabbing my meat he now pressed it against
my belly.  Its warmth filled my body as it rested right where my cock rooted
itself in my body. He moved in small circles, teasing my pubic hair. The
knuckles on the back of his hand moved across the top of my cock that now
stood straight up along my belly with its head trapped in the waistband of
my briefs.

"What do you think? Would you like to make this kind of money?"

His free hand reached and touched my side, just below my ribs. The hand that
had been giving me so much pleasure moved up and away from my throbbing cock
and tight balls. It came to rest above my other hip. I stood facing straight
at him. My own hands didn't know what to do. They seemed to get in the way
no matter where I moved them.

"Why don't you slip out of these shorts?" he asked.

It all seemed so natural. My hands now had a job. I grabbed the elastic
waist and pushed down. I looked down as my trapped cock popped free of its
confines and sprang back against me with a wet slap.

The boss let go of my waist and stepped back two steps. He looked at me and
the only way I can describe it is to say he inspected me. His eyes travelled
up to mine and then scanned back down.  I felt my self blushing.

"Very nice."

I smiled and shuffled back and forth on my bare feet.

"Slip them all the way off."

I did exactly what he said. I slipped the underwear down my legs and stepped
out of them. His hand reached out and took them out of my grip.

"Turn around."

I again did just as directed. I turned slowly, showing him my entire naked
body.

"Lift your arms up."

Still turning I lifted my arms over my head.

"I own another club near here. I think I could offer you a very nice job at
that other location."

(to be continued)
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