two more slices into the toaster and mixed mayo into a can of tuna while he was waiting. He ate, changed into a nice pair of jeans and a decent shirt, and was dragging a comb through his hair when he heard a car horn out in the street. A sleek limo waited for him at the curb. He grabbed his backpack and raced down the stairs.
T HOMAS OFFERED him a drink when he arrived, and Jeremy chose coffee over alcohol. He pulled up a chair next to Thomas at the desk so he could see the monitor clearly.
“I’ll scroll through the photos and give you some information about each guy. It’s completely up to you how you choose. I don’t care. It’s important for you to feel comfortable with the clients and not feel obligated to serve anyone. If you do, then you won’t enjoy it, and the gentleman won’t either.”
“Okay.” Jeremy felt overwhelmed. Thomas had a list of twenty men requesting Jeremy, and it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since the last dinner.
The first photo showed a middle-aged man with a nice smile. He looked like he could be a high-school principal.
“That’s Mr. Chamois.”
“Is chamois a color?”
“Not exactly. He’s a member of the Leather Couch Club, an offshoot of the main dining club.”
“Leather Couch?”
“We have leather nights, BDSM-themed dinners, that sort of thing.”
Jeremy knew next to nothing about BDSM. He swallowed, but it sounded more like a gulp and echoed through the office.
Thomas turned to him. “I don’t suggest you select him, if you don’t mind me saying.”
Jeremy shook his head. “I appreciate your advice.”
“Okay. I don’t want to overstep here, but Chamois does like the Dom/sub and S&M aspects of the leather group. I suspect you’re not interested in—or ready for—that right now.”
Jeremy didn’t know how to respond. “Let’s see the next guy.”
They scrolled through ten profiles, and sure enough, Jeremy spotted one of his old professors. He hadn’t even known the man was gay, much less interested in a place like this. Such a small, perverted world.
By the end of the list, Jeremy had selected three maybes. “When do I have to decide?”
“Tomorrow at the latest for Sunday, unless you want to add any more dinners before then. I can match up your approved list with their schedules and consult you if there are two requests for the same night.”
Jeremy chewed his bottom lip. “I need to check my schedule.”
Thomas sat back in his chair and turned to Jeremy. “What’s the problem here? You have plenty of offers, and you can’t reject all of them. Not if you want to keep working here. I am running a business. I need servers who want to work and who I can rely on. I want clients to have a good time and come back. That usually is because they like a specific boy. It makes your life easy because you know who you’re going to get in advance.”
Jeremy nodded. What was holding him back? Had he really expected Mr. Green to be on the list? “Are those all the requests?”
Thomas shook his head and let out a loud sigh. “I’ll check.” He picked up the phone. “Liza, any more request for Remy? E-mail me the list.” He turned to Jeremy. “A few more. Ah, here’s the e-mail. Hmmm.”
“What? Some good ones?”
“Yes, actually. Quite a few I think would suit you well.”
“I’m sorry if I’m being picky. It’s just….”
Thomas turned back to him. “I know you’re new to this, and you’re still adjusting to how things work here. You want to be with someone who’ll treat you well. A lot of the first group to call this morning probably expect more from you than you feel comfortable with at this stage. I understand, which is why I’m helping you choose. I know each one of these men and how they’ve treated boys in the past.”
“I’m not like Kit or Rand.”
“I know. Not every gentleman wants to be with a Kit or a Rand. Some never order from the menu or take nightcaps. But others would fuck you into the
T HOMAS OFFERED him a drink when he arrived, and Jeremy chose coffee over alcohol. He pulled up a chair next to Thomas at the desk so he could see the monitor clearly.
“I’ll scroll through the photos and give you some information about each guy. It’s completely up to you how you choose. I don’t care. It’s important for you to feel comfortable with the clients and not feel obligated to serve anyone. If you do, then you won’t enjoy it, and the gentleman won’t either.”
“Okay.” Jeremy felt overwhelmed. Thomas had a list of twenty men requesting Jeremy, and it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since the last dinner.
The first photo showed a middle-aged man with a nice smile. He looked like he could be a high-school principal.
“That’s Mr. Chamois.”
“Is chamois a color?”
“Not exactly. He’s a member of the Leather Couch Club, an offshoot of the main dining club.”
“Leather Couch?”
“We have leather nights, BDSM-themed dinners, that sort of thing.”
Jeremy knew next to nothing about BDSM. He swallowed, but it sounded more like a gulp and echoed through the office.
Thomas turned to him. “I don’t suggest you select him, if you don’t mind me saying.”
Jeremy shook his head. “I appreciate your advice.”
“Okay. I don’t want to overstep here, but Chamois does like the Dom/sub and S&M aspects of the leather group. I suspect you’re not interested in—or ready for—that right now.”
Jeremy didn’t know how to respond. “Let’s see the next guy.”
They scrolled through ten profiles, and sure enough, Jeremy spotted one of his old professors. He hadn’t even known the man was gay, much less interested in a place like this. Such a small, perverted world.
By the end of the list, Jeremy had selected three maybes. “When do I have to decide?”
“Tomorrow at the latest for Sunday, unless you want to add any more dinners before then. I can match up your approved list with their schedules and consult you if there are two requests for the same night.”
Jeremy chewed his bottom lip. “I need to check my schedule.”
Thomas sat back in his chair and turned to Jeremy. “What’s the problem here? You have plenty of offers, and you can’t reject all of them. Not if you want to keep working here. I am running a business. I need servers who want to work and who I can rely on. I want clients to have a good time and come back. That usually is because they like a specific boy. It makes your life easy because you know who you’re going to get in advance.”
Jeremy nodded. What was holding him back? Had he really expected Mr. Green to be on the list? “Are those all the requests?”
Thomas shook his head and let out a loud sigh. “I’ll check.” He picked up the phone. “Liza, any more request for Remy? E-mail me the list.” He turned to Jeremy. “A few more. Ah, here’s the e-mail. Hmmm.”
“What? Some good ones?”
“Yes, actually. Quite a few I think would suit you well.”
“I’m sorry if I’m being picky. It’s just….”
Thomas turned back to him. “I know you’re new to this, and you’re still adjusting to how things work here. You want to be with someone who’ll treat you well. A lot of the first group to call this morning probably expect more from you than you feel comfortable with at this stage. I understand, which is why I’m helping you choose. I know each one of these men and how they’ve treated boys in the past.”
“I’m not like Kit or Rand.”
“I know. Not every gentleman wants to be with a Kit or a Rand. Some never order from the menu or take nightcaps. But others would fuck you into the
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