He was given a list of rules and dues and don'ts and was told that he would be serving the men at dinner and that he must do everything they required of him.
He stood there reading over the rules waiting to be summoned to the dining room still feeling nervous and exposed in just his underwear.
He was polite and confident diligent and attentive all through dinner making sure no glass was empty silently gliding around the table trying not to disturb anybody as the women dressed in black kept the men entertained.
It was almost 11 o'clock by the time they had finished dinner and it was time to serve brandy and cigars.
He entered the drawing room trying to focus on his job as two naked women were bent over on the floor like two footstools in front of the fire.
As he served the drinks to the waiting men a little bit disconcerted at the way they stared at him looking him over like a piece of meat in a butcher's window.
He was even more surprised when the men had retired for the night to be given an envelope by the butler.
He was told that Mr Williams room 17 was very taken with you and if you are interested there is $3,000 in there and all you have to do to earn it is to sleep with him to night.
At first he was disgusted and outraged at the idea that somebody could buy him.
But $3,000 would go a long way to clear his debts.
He took the envelope and the room key and went up to room 17 feeling cheap and disgusted with himself at allowing himself to be prostituted out.
But he needed the money and it was not like he had not already tried it.
He let himself into room 17 and climbed into bed.
As he lay there with the old man's arm around him feeling his limp dick rub against his buttocks wondering why he would pay so much just to sleep with somebody & not demand more out of them?
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