Randy greeted his sister when he finally made it home. It was a bit concerning to him that she was still awake and still stressed, but he decided to let it go. His consideration of telling her about him meeting the owner of the company they both worked for, went out the window quickly as well as he didn't want anything from the two male's conversation later in the night to slip.
It was likely Sandy was completely oblivious to the powerful man's secret inner circle, as it did come even as a shock to him at first. However, the more he thought on it the more he realized their bosses lavish sexual themed parties wasn't really that far fetched as the older, native Illinoi's state, squirrel was a multi-millionaire. Rumor had It, on his current job site, Proton even had his hands in local, and federal, politics as well.
Randy closed the door to his room, and ended up taking a few shots before throwing off his clothing and jumping into his bed completely naked. He always preferred sleeping in the nude since he started doing it at 19 when he got into his first real relationship. At the time he had started doing it with his girlfriend so that sex would be achieved a bit faster, but it grew on him. After his girlfriend, at the time, left him for her ex from high school only six short months later, Randy still found himself still enjoying the freeing feeling of nudity as he tossed about in his bed.
Randy clicked through his phone looking at his few social media accounts and laughed to himself about the many dumb memes his friends had posted. It only took just under a half hour before he found himself tossing his phone on the night table, and not bothering to hook it up to charge, as his fatigue had kicked in full gear once again. Even when the young man woke up he didn't think much about the side job he'd agreed to until he finally found himself driving to the private marina days later. At that point he finally started to become nervous and question his sanity for agreeing to be a visual sex object to closeted rich gay men.
When Randy made it to the marina security check point his felt a bit uneasy as two guards got out of a booth and took started looking around his vehicle as another man came up to his window and asked for his identification, and why he was visiting. Randy fumbled with his wallet for a moment, due to the fact his interactions with law enforcement in the past usually never went well. The two men kept poking around his truck while the other man took his driver's license into the booth and looked over a log book as Randy finally got around to bring up Proton's name while tripping over his words about being there for a waiting job. The guard in the booth seemed to stand up a bit straighter at the mention of the purple squirrel's name. The head guard pulled out a separate log book from his desk and copied some information from Randy's ID before returning it and motioning for the other men to stop their visual search of the brown furred male's pickup truck.
"Go straight and then take the second right into lot B." The middle-aged bull pointed towards the docks. "Mister Electro has marked spots for his staff, so please park there and not in his guest parking." The black and brown bulled turned around and made his way back to his desk as Randy let out a sigh of relief that he was done with the rented law men. He gently pressed his right foot on the trucks gas pedal and made his way to the parking area he was directed to head to.
Randy parked in the back row with a few other vehicles. He was shocked to see that Proton had well over two dozen parking spots for guests alone and another dozen for staff. The cost of the parking spaces along was likely more a year than Randy would ever make in his lifetime. The idea of the price tag for being a member of the exclusive marina seemed absolutely mind blowing, but that thought was quickly put to bed once Randy finally made his way onto the most western dock where Proton Electro's yacht was anchored. The boat was far bigger than the young squirrel expected and was likely worth more than even his sister could ever see cross her bank account in a lifetime.
"Damn." Randy breathed heavily after stopping to admire the vessel he would be boarding.
"You must be Randy." A friendly male voice spoke almost right into the squirrel's ear. The stranger slapped Randy on the back while greeting him, and causing Randy to jump in surprise and turn to address his unknown assailant.
Randy relaxed, and found himself a bit embarrassed, after turning towards the grinning young male tiger. He was dressed just as relaxed as Randy in jeans and a t-shirt, and also carrying a backpack in tow. "That'd be me." Randy let out a small laugh at his own expense from being startled so easily. He then held out his hand that the tiger quickly shook with a solid grip.
"Seems like we're going to be partners in crime for the day." The feline grinned as he motioned for Randy to follow him to the ship. "My names Benjamin, but I go by Benny."
Randy followed behind Ben, but stopped for a short moment before following him actually on the ship. The large cat seemed to notice his co-worker's hesitance and shook his head as he let out a small laugh. Randy took note of Benny's amusement at his unease and cleared his throat and straighten out his posture before walking up the small ramp to join the other man on the ship.
"Sorry, man." Benny continued to grin at Randy. "I know exactly how you feel. Heck, this lavish stuff still blows my mind, and I've been working for Proton just over a year now."
Randy continued to follow Ben to a lower deck and down the hall to a room. "Ya been the only guy working fer that long?" Randy asked a bit confused as Proton had said multiple men worked his parties.
"Oh no. Proton always makes sure there are at least two male entertainers per party. If there was only one of us, we'd be overwhelmed." Ben tossed Randy a duffel bag that he caught and watched as the large cat opened one of his own and stared taking out clothing. "I gotta admit I was thrilled when I saw you in the parking lot. I really prefer working with other straight men, because I know you'll stay around awhile."
Randy finally opened the bag Ben had tossed him and went through it not hiding the confused look on his face as he shocked, they items were his size, but more shocked about the statement his fellow worker just made. "I'd a thought gay dudes would stay around longer cause... well... ya know... they are inta flirting with other guys."
"Randy. Randy. Randy!" Benny laughed loudly as he took off his t-shirt and started to put on the white button up dress shirt. "Just because they like other men doesn't mean they like all men. However, they sure seem to be bought over by these rich perverts far easier. The last guy I worked with, Dave, was around only a month before he agreed to be one of the client's playthings. I mean he got a free condo to live in out of it and a large allowance, and all he has to do is suck dick and take it like a bitch. That's not really my style, though. But hey! To each their own. I just want to work with someone I can get a demeanor going with so we can both make as much money as possible." Ben winked as Randy and giggled and he pulled back the long sleaves on his shirt so his forearms were exposed. "Be sure to wear your shirt like this, and leave the top three buttons undone. They love to see muscular arms and the fur on our chests."
"Oh ok." Randy nodded as he copied the way the other man was dressing himself. "So, uh... you've been doing this a while so I guess ya like it?" Randy asked in the hopes of having the other man reassure him it wasn't going to be too unbearable.
"OH god yes!" The tiger now dropped his pants and started putting on a pair of tan slacks. "We get paid crazy money to hang out on a yacht with hot chicks prancing around. Of course, we can't hit on the chicks while we're playing out our act, but I've fucked a few of them on my off time. And if you're feeling really adventuress, you can even make more. I gave in a few times and took a grand to let a guy suck me off. I mean... he sucked me. I got paid to get a blow job. It's hard to say no to that for that kinda money. Don't agree to it too soon though, cause they'll try to low ball you."
Randy couldn't believe the casual manor the other man was admitting that he'd agreed to prostitute himself out... then again, He had signed up for work at that kind of a party. "I'll keep 'dat in mind." Randy forced a smile despite the fact of always another man to touch him in such a way literally made his stomach tense up and bile creep up his esophagus.
Once the two finished dressing up, yet staying shoeless, Benny started showing Randy around the areas of the yacht they were allowed and explaining what he needed to do, and giving him pointers on how to interact with the clients. He advised me wait to be approached before flirting as half the men that were going to attend were not interested in male company, but would still be served and even engage in conversation with them. After just under an hour Benny finished up lesson for Randy and the two men made their way to the main deck where they took a seat on one of the large weather resistance sectionals with the four beautiful women they'd be working with.
Randy barely had time to introduce himself to the females before Proton walked out on the open deck to stand in front of them. He looked around at his waiting staff and nodded his head in approval while keeping a straight face. "I'm glad you all could make it." Proton then turned his gaze to Randy and stared at him for a moment causing the younger squirrel to feel a bit nervous. "Randel, I trust Benjamin went over the days details with you?"
"Uh, yes sir!" Randy spoke a far louder than he intended to causing the females near him to giggle as his face went red with unease.
"Please refer to me as Mr. Electro. Sir is far too vague, and I'd hate for their to be confusion on who you are addressing." Proton than gave Randy a small smile and bowed his head slightly. "Besides being more personal to my guest will only help you make better tips." Proton's face went back to his normal serious nature as he sighed in what sounded like boredom. "Please head to the kitchen and ready yourself to take your places. My colleagues will be here shortly."
Everyone headed to the kitchen but Randy was the last in line. He looked back to see Proton take a seat at a table by the aft end of the boat. Two brown female squirrels came out from the room he had just occupied and took a seat on either side of him. Randy didn't waste too much time watching the rich man, get comfortable with you far younger women. However, he was a bit taken back as he recalled Proton saying he didn't partake in the debauchery his parties promoted any longer. "Maybe they are just fer show 'cause he can't get it up?" Randy wondered to himself as he was given a tray of drinks to hand out.