The Network Boy (4)

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THE NETWORK BOY (4)THE FIRST PARTY–GETTING INTO THE GROOVE.Thursday night came at last, less than forty eight hours had passed between hearing about my first job at the party to arriving for it. It seemed longer, much longer. I got to the George and Dragon at the time Jim told me to, he was just ushering out the last of his normal customers and bidding them good night as I went in through the back door.”Hey, our new bar boy is here,” Jim said as he saw me arrive, “Go up to the living room and get changed, the others are already there, I’m locking up and getting the place sorted, people should be starting to arrive in about twenty minutes.”When I got upstairs there were two lads already in the same gear that I was about to put on, they nodded acknowledgement as I walked in. Also in the room was a stunning transvestite in a red PVC dress with thigh boots and a big redhead hairstyle to match, there were also two other guys who seemed to be keeping themselves to themselves in the corner of the room. Introductions were made, the transvestite was called Chantelle and she described her role as a mixture of hostess, DJ and comedienne. The lads wearing the bar boys outfits were called Mike and Jamie, they both looked around twenty years old, they obviously knew each other well and had done the bar boy business many times before. Chantelle told me that the two other guys were strippers who a friend of Jim had brought along with him. She said it was unusual but not unknown that a network member from another part of the country would travel over to a party and bring his own lads with him.I’d only known Chantelle for a few minutes and I liked her, she looked fabulous and had a much better arse than most women that I knew. She spoke with a strong Liverpool accent which suited her smutty banter orientated act perfectly. I eagerly got changed into my outfit and could hear voices in the pub below, it seemed like lots of people had been streaming in after Jim had locked Karşıyaka escort bayan the front door. Entry to the parties was via a door at the back of the pub. I mentioned it to Chantelle and then asked what would happen if the police were to turn up.”Pauly. It’s fucking amazing to watch, as soon as Jim chucks the straights out and locks the front door, they all come out of the bushes at the back like fucking zombies in a film.” She spoke in her comedy stage voice. “Jim’s got a car park cleared in the trees out there, they wait for the signal and then fucking swarm in. And, listen to Chantelle.” She took my hand and pulled me closer to her as if she was going to whisper to me, she didn’t whisper but gave me kiss on the lips before carrying on with her speech.”Don’ t you be worrying about the local constabulary. Their fucking boss is down there with his dick hanging out of his pants, am I right boys? ” She turned to Mike and Jamie, who both nodded in agreement.“Anyway, I’d better get downmyself andget them started. And besides, If I stay another minute up here with you lads and your cute little arses in them shorts I’ll have a hard on showing through me dress.” With those parting words, Chantelle went down the stairs, the heels of her thigh boots making a clip clopping sound all the way.*”Come on down boys, work to do and all that,” Jim shouted up to us a couple of minutes later.I was hit by a sudden bout of nerves as myself, Mike and Jamie got down the stairs to make our entrance. As veterans of the scene they both knew how a first timer would be feeling at this point.“You’ll be fine, just enjoy it,” Jamie said to me and gave my arse a friendly squeeze. The place was filled with the sound of so many different male voices, chatting, laughing or talking over each other. There were lots of people stood around the bar and people sat at or standing at the various tables around the pub. I had never seen the Escort bornova place anywhere near as busy when I ‘ d been working the normal pub nights. Chantelle wiggled over to a small DJ stand and picked up a microphone, she screamed out for people to be quiet for a minute, her unique voice reverberated around the whole pub.”Gentlemen and rough men, welcome once again to The George. Will you please give a big hand for our bar boys for tonight,” Chantelle made a sweeping gesture with her free hand towards the three of us. “You all know Mike and Jamie, but tonight, we have a new boy on the block , his name is Pauly and I just know you are gonna love him.” Chantelle put the microphone down and everyone looked in our direction.Mike and Jamie both did mock bows to the people around the bar, they looked at me and gestured for me to do the same, Jim went upstairs and left us to start serving the drinks.Chris from the NaughtyNess shop was my first customer with a rum and coke, he winked at me as he took the glass and mouthed the words “Good luck“ to me. The bar was busy, it was a real buzz working with the regular bar boys and knowing that every customer was lusting after us. We made a point of touching each other up whenever we could whilst doing the job, the banter was good, all eyes were on us and I loved the attention I was getting.Chantelle was running the disco of sorts, which really just consisted of CD’s filled with background dance music , she stopped the music to announce that the back door was now locked.”So, if you know anyone who was meant to be coming who ain’t arrived yet, then tough titty! They know the rules by now. The door is locked gentlemen, and what happens in The George fucking well stays in The George.”The door being locked seemed to be the sign to really start the party. Jim came back down to the bar wearing nothing but a dickie bow and a hard on; he got a round of applause after shouting that the üçyol escort drinks were on him for twenty minutes. The place was now pretty packed and Jim made a big show of coming over to each of us bar boys in turn and giving us a long kiss, then rubbing our cocks through the leather shorts, he loved the attention as much as we did.He started to serve beers and asked me go and collect empty glasses from the tables, he winked as he told me not to rush back. I knew I was in for some action now as I lifted the bar counter to enter the throng on the other side. A few of the members had taken their clothes off, including Chris who was stood naked at the bar drinking his rum whilst chatting to a friend. He took my hand to help me from under the counter then grabbed my arse and started to kiss me as I stood upright. His friend, an older guy in a very smart suit joined in to make it a three wayer before they finally let me go and gave me a cheeky slap on the bottom.I got into the centre of the pub and was stood in between two tables picking up glasses, I felt a hand fondling my ass as I bent to pick up and clean anashtray.”Well well well, fancy seeing you here.” It was a voice I recognized instantly.”Jesus, Mr Edwards?” I said as I turned to find out whose hand it was touching me.”Don’t look so worried Pauly. You are obviously in the network, the same as me. I’m not exactly going to tell your Mum and Dad about what you do in your spare time, now am I? And for Gods sake don‘t call me Mr Edwards in here, it‘s Nick.”I couldn’t believe it, Mr Edwards was a neighbour, a seemingly mister average pillar of the community. In his early fifties with a lovely wifey and two point four children at university. He was right of course, the network prided itself on the guaranteed discretion between the people involved in it. The only real problems would occur if immediate family found that they were members. It was strangely exciting to be like this in front of him, good old reliable Mr Edwards whose door everyone knocked on when they needed jump leads for the car. I decided that he would get some special personal attention later.I knew that the agenda for Jim’s telling me not to rush back to the bar was for me to mix in and get to know people, and let them get to know me.

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