3 comments/ 45995 views/ 0 favorites Graham the Nude Waiter By: V.Rich Graham the Nude Waiter ... or Adventures in the New Ritz Poodle Dog Club The whole fabric of human existence is that of domination and submission. - Friedrich Nietzsche This note, along with a fully nude picture of Graham, was slipped beneath Louisa's napkin on a previous visit to the Poodle Dog. You know the place, right? The New Ritz Poodle Dog Club was established in 1889 at its original location on Post Street. Of course, the club had been relocated off Castro and 20th Street, just three blocks from the Castro Theater, after the horrific 1906 earthquake. The Club was an elegant, but genuine Victorian facade; the only sign of the business establishment within was a brass plate outside the wrought iron gate in Gothic script announcing The New Ritz Poodle Dog Club. Lou usually had dessert there, once or twice a year, with her two best girl-chums Janice and Nancy. She went there as a special treat to herself, perhaps as a reward for 'good' behavior or for having received particular kudos from her boss at City Hall. Graham had been the waiter assigned to serve her and her girlfriends late one evening soon after the first of the year, and he was obviously intrigued by Louisa from the first moment he laid eyes on her. It was a mutual attraction the moment Louisa heard his gently chipped English ascent. She was a sucker for that reserved, upper crust British accent. She had been in a rare pissy mood that night, impatient, cranky and overly demanding; on recollection Lou thought she might even have bordered on rude, she recalled with a shrug. Oh, well, her waiter had been like a puppy dog, begging for more abuse. Ready to lap up any slight or sarcastic remark she cared to dish out to him. Lou knew she aroused him, his cock thickening, though never reaching erection. Besides giving him a worthy tip; Louisa had slipped him her personal card, with her name and e-mail address on it, and the on-line IM server she frequented. She did not know if she would be hearing from him, but she had sincerely hoped that she might. His demeanor and his gorgeous blond locks intrigued her. But so had his long bullet shaped, uncircumcised phallus. His cock was rather unique, as if there was no helmet at all. The long shaft was nearly uniformly the same width all the way up to where it abruptly curved in the smooth point tipped by his rather prominent slit. A detailed and appropriately subservient e-mail was waiting for Lou the very next morning, when she had booted up her computer. He was not only charming, handsome, gorgeous, well hung (boy, did Lou ever have the eyewitness evidence to appreciate that), but he was witty and cleaver and amazingly articulate about himself and his nasty little sexual urges. Through his e-mail, Graham immediately offered himself in total submission as her slut boy. It was a goal he had been craving for some time and Lou was his natural dominator. He recognized her as such. It would certainly explain his particular choice of employment venues, would it not? Then in March, Louisa's resistance to his charms faltering; she broke down and returned to The Club to let him serve her again. She did not forewarn him, but she had been very sure to make her reservation for a table at his station. He did not show the least surprise when the maitre'd escorted her to one of his tables. Their eyes flirted and devoured each other in that moment. His last IM chat invaded Louisa's thoughts as he personally served her: "My Lady, regarding our situation? I am aroused constantly. I am loving every minute of my job. How many shy girls and gay men come into my club, that I should finally come across My Lady is a true blessing. A dream come true. And you know just where my dreams take me." "I love talking dirty to you and I hope you are enjoying it as much as I am." "If I feel uncomfortable I will let you know. I truly love all the stuff you have mentioned and I would be willing to try pretty much anything. Anything. Try me. Please." "I need to have my sexual parameters tested and pushed, I love sex and love it even more when others enjoy and take pleasure from it. I don't want a brief fling; I need development of my perverse fantasies and fetishes and have so much to give you in return." He e-mailed Louisa a picture of his erect penis, which she kept in her pocketbook and slipped out for a peek during the business day. Yummy yum yum. He was uncircumcised, but extremely long and well formed, with a smooth torpedo shaped head. His pubic hair sparse as light skinned blonds often are, but not actually shaved. Dreams of his nude body never failed to arouse her titties. She could hardly wait to take him home for a 'play' date. The New Ritz Poodle Dog Club was always called 'new' to distinguish it from the original 1889 establishment that had served it's elegant Victorian clientele of nouveau riche matrons and their pretentious daughters of the post-gold rush elite of feminine San Francisco society. After the 1906 earthquake destroyed the original Ritz Poodle Dog and its well-heeled environs. The owners felt the city's moral would appreciate their decision to rebuild the tea salon. So, with the importation of great quantities of Tiffany glass lamps and wall sconces, copious quantities of purple and red French velvets to line the walls and hang over the eight high windows, the shipment of Waterford crystal to grace the tables and Lladro figurines from Iberia to inhabit the recessed alcoves; the new club was renovated and re-established on 20th Street in 1922 , WWI intervened on the original timetable. The long re-established New Ritz Poodle Dog, with it's reputation for muted elegance had traveled the world over. But in these modern times the Poodle Dog had drifted into gentile poverty over the many generations since it's re-establishment after the first World War but had been dealt a virtual death blow by the social upheavals and class rebellions of the 1960s. By the 1970s the once elegantly attired gande-dame was figuratively-speaking, a wheelchair-bound hag. In 1973 when Billy Bryant (yes, that Billy), the scion of the ship merchant Bryant family (yes, the family that Bryant Street is named for) chanced upon the old girl on her last financial legs. Billy had many fond memories of teas and scones, in the company of his beloved Mum and his three prissy sisters so many years before. Billy saw the Poodle Dog through rose colored glasses (they matched his pink, button-down shirts and the white loafers that he much favored) and remembered the glamourous dressings; but Billy was always prone to... how shall one say it.. to create reality out of his own, personal fantasies. So. The New Ritz Poodle Dog Club was renovated, to such perfection that Sunset Magazine sent a full crew to photograph the interiors, and was applauded on magazine covers when it was presented, in Billy's inimitable style, to the public in 1979. Billy's only regret? That the debut was missed by his old friend Harvey Milk, who had encouraged Billy to face all of life's challenges with a broad smile and a dab of Channel No. 19. You know, No. 19, the adventurous Channel. In the newest New Ritz Poodle Dog Club, guests enter through a parquet foyer, draped in hanging swaths of purple velvet and lit by a magnificent 2500 piece crystal chandelier. Billy was of the philosophy "knock 'em on their ass" from the word "hello." The tuxedo-clad maitre'd stands still and accessing beside the candle-lit lectern, and every patron must pass his personal scrutiny. With the maitre'd's approval, ladies and gentleman are escorted into the finery of the grand salon in all it crystal and velvet ostentation. The tables are covered in Irish linen, with linen napkins folded elegantly and resting in sterling napkin rings. Tiffany lamps lit but muted on every table. But very soon a dignified waiter approaches to greet new guests. The waiters are all gorgeous at the Poodle Dog. They are, after all, interviewed and personally chosen by Master Billy. All are clad in a stiff, well-starched tux collar and crisp, ink black bow tie and well-starched cuffs, the old fashioned kind, with gold or silver cuff links, very often set with precious or semi-precious stones, and a long, perfectly folded linen towel draped over the left forearms. Their muscular bodys clearly displayed, this is generally the extent of the attire the waiters of the Poodle Dog wear. Such was the eclectic mixture of a by-gone opulence and modern gay decadence blended with an erotic sensuality that the New Ritz Poodle Dog was known for in the City by the Bay. As the world changed, San Francisco maintained it classic facade, while below the surface one social experiment after another drifted through her Golden Gates and moved right on over its rolling hills like the fog that regularly blanketed the city. So it was that the New Ritz Poodle Dog Club with it elegant decor and their gorgeous, muscular nude waiters opened to a splashy controversy, but found continued success as a steady source of sensuous delight. Louisa and Graham had a real date planned for Friday night. With great excitement their big night arrives. An hour before closing time, Louisa arrives alone for dessert. Graham serves her, his eyes only on her as he scurries about the elegantly appointed dark woods and hanging Tiffany glass in his large, well formed bare feet. Graham slips her a small scroll he has personally written for her. Louisa is intrigued. The rolled parchment contains Graham's handwritten fantasy. He had already told her he loved the idea of his ass penetrated by a woman. His true inner body violated by her sweet smelling feminine touch. THE SCROLL SAYS: Prince Graham watches his gorgeous dark mistress, the Great Eastern Sultana herself; while his naked body is held suspended in midair by the male harem's largest and most trusted eunuchs. The eastern lady drew a long gilded glove over her right hand. The gem encrusted leather reaches all the way to her elbow. The whole glove gleams as if coated by a thick salve or unguent. The helpless harem Prince's blood heats with excitement. His cock thickens to its full length. The mistress' eyes were childlike in their focus, her month irresistible as she smiles, the grace of her body as she approaches Prince Graham is entrancing. She gazes directly into the blue eyes of Prince Graham. The Sultana moves her left hand to Graham's chest, her fingers curling in his chest hairs, her sharp fingernails grazing his hard, erect little nipples. Graham's eyes stare straight upward, seeing nothing. With the slick gloved hand the eastern mistress pushes slowly between Graham's open legs, two fingers gently penetrating his anus first. The eunuchs stare unabashedly at the defilement of their burden. The gloved hand continued it's journey, slowly. Prince Graham's voice grew hoarse, his breath came in rapid palpitations. His complexion darkened. All the fingers disappeared inside his anus, and the tiny, dark haired Royal beauty now seemed to work the whole hand into him. It was decadent and delicious. It was what Graham yearned for. The eunuchs enjoyed the presentation. Meanwhile his dearest mistress the Great Sultana only had eyes for Graham. She gazes at Graham's face twisted in pain and pleasure as her dainty little hand moved its way deep and deeper into his body. It was in beyond her wrist, Graham's limbs were frozen, ridged as he absorbs all the sensations assaulting his inner body. His long enormous cock hard as a saber. A long, whistling sigh passes through the tortured Prince's clinched teeth. The mistress lifts the Prince's chin with the thumb of her free hand. She bents over until her face was very close to Graham's. In a long, tense silence she moves her right hand slightly more upward into Graham's ass, as the Prince seemed to swoon. His cock was stiff and still. Clear moisture leaks from the burning head in the tiniest droplets. A tiny cry comes out of Prince Graham. A hoarse gasp escapes his lips, a sound that could have been a cry for mercy or prayer to the Gods. The great eastern lady had what she wanted, his measure and his limitations. The mistress held him motionless, their lips nearly touching. She lowers her head and outlines his lips with the tip of her tongue. She parts his lips and inserts her tongue into his moist mouth, letting him suckle on her moist tongue. Through long seconds their kiss deepens. Then tears spill from Graham's eyes. Very quickly, the mistress withdrew her fingers from his rectum and peels off the glove, casting it aside, as Graham hung in the grasp of the eunuchs, his head down, his face red and taunt. So.. The scroll ended. Phew Louisa rolled her eyes and a loud sigh escaped her lips. Perspiration beaded on Lou's upper lip and a single drop slowly rolls down her chest between her ample breasts. Wow What a creative imagination Graham had. She had heard how sedate and emotionally dry Englishmen were, but definitely NOT her Graham. He told Louisa he was up for anything and he sure might be. Louisa sipped her sauvignon, Robert Mondovi wouldn't you know; until Graham appeared, still naked but off duty. Graham had wrapped a leather cock ring around his semi-erect cock and thick balls, he hands Lou the matching leash. Louisa does not hesitate. She bends down slightly to make contact with the naked genitals that she had coveted for over a month, and clips the leash onto the small metal ring directly below the buckle of the cock ring. Louisa took the black velvet cape off his arm, draped it over his shoulders and wrapped it tightly around his naked body. She would like to drag him home through the streets fully naked. It would have been such a shocking and erotic sight. Not so much a naked man at midnight on the streets of San Francisco, but a nude straight man on the teeter of a woman! Oh, yeah, that was a bit novel even for the City-by-the-Bay. But it was Frisco, after all, so though it was the month of August, it was still damp and chilly at this time of the evening. The fog had rolled in off the Bay and the damp chill at 50 degrees F. Graham knew his thin English body would feel the 12 degrees centigrade. Graham pulled the cape around himself, and Louisa took up the cock leash and they set off into the foggy night, along Castro heading up the hill. They walked past the darkened Hagen Daas Ice Cream Parlor and past Pickens' Flowers & Sex Toys Shop. They headed towards the gorgeously renovated Castro Theater. Graham had been utterly amazed the first time he laid eyes on its soaring three stories of vintage 1930's Art Deco neon brilliance. It was certainly one of the seven wonders of the theater world. Home, they headed. Turning right off Castro towards her home down the hill. Along 18th Street heading towards Mission they continued past antique shops and the aging exterior on old camera shop, you know which one I mean? The bright Castro melted into the older, worn residential and family homes of the old Mission District. Home to Louisa's ground floor apartment Up the granite steps to the first floor apartment, Lou opens all three locks and ushers Graham into the cool hall. She whips off the cape off his shoulders with a flourish, and flips the strap of his satchel over his head, and discards everything onto the floor without a thought. Once in the hallway, Graham grabs her roughly, he has waited so long for this. Dreamed about this small, sexy woman every night since he laid eyes on her. He cannot restrain himself. He starts kissing her long and leisurely, sucking at her lips and the line of her jaw, nipping at the soft skin of her neck, sucking in the sensuous skin of her ear lobes. He pushes her suit jacket off and unzips the business length skirt, and striping it off. Both are left on the hall floor, along with Graham's long black velvet cape. Louisa is intoxicating. Graham is further aroused by her attire. Black half-bra barely contains her breasts and black thong that covers no part her belly and only part of her feminine mound, and allows his hands full coverage of her warm smooth ass. Graham caresses her legs all the way to the tops of her thigh-hi black fishnet stockings. Graham is memorizes her body, which he has only seen fleetingly and fully clothed til this moment. He even knows this maybe all he will get to see or touch. The decision will always be hers. After just brief moments, Louisa disengages herself, she is not going to make love in the entry hall, and she is going to have Graham just as she has dreamed about him, at her mercy and at her command. And him appreciating every single minute of it. Down the long, cool hall Lou leads him by the cock leash. Graham's erection might have faltered in the chill, if not for the tight cock ring. Soon, very soon it will be removed. Once they reach her destination. The bathroom was surprisingly modern and large, gleaming white warmth. White porcelain was the main theme, the commode, a large double sink and a long gleaming clawed bathtub. A surgical steel tray is laid out and waiting on the back of the commode, it contents hidden by a blue hand towel draped over it. Graham is mesmerized by the possibilities. She looks him right in the eye, standing there in her black satin demi-bra and tiny thong, and black thigh-hi stockings. Lou has not slipped out of her black, open-toed heels yet, so she is only three or four inches shorter than Graham. Lou bends over and slips the leash off cock ring beneath Graham's penis and scrotum. Graham has a fine view of her well rounded ass. His revelry is broken when Lou sits herself on the closed commode and pulls his naked hips towards her. She lovingly caresses the taunt skin of his cock, then reaches below and removes the leather cock strap. Heaven. An absolute heaven of sensations fills his prick and balls. It is Louisa's first true touch to his genitals. He is gorgeously formed. Lightly furry of a thin, honey colored hair that Englishmen are famous for. His testicles were thick and full, he has done as she asked of him. He has waited the last couple of days for her. He has not cum without her. Yummy yum yum. Louisa addresses her dear date. "I would like to play with you, but I want you really clean and sweet smelling." Although Lou rather liked the smell of him already. His scent was a mixture of his soap, Irish Spring, if she wasn't mistaken, a spicy aftershave, the body odor of eight hours serving tables and the musk of his moist genitals. A heady mixture indeed, Lou does not want to obliterate its arousing effects. Graham imagines a pampered bubble bath, with feminine smells wafting through the steam and soaking into his skin; and he thinks it with a touch of disappointment at her lack of imagination. Alas. But no. Not for the youngest financial officer at Pac Bell. Louisa has other ideas for her knight of fun and games. She wants to touch him, touch every part of him. Lou wants to penetrate him, as men seemed so inclined to do with her every chance they got. Louisa grabs the tube of moisturizer, squirts a glob into her palm and rubs the palms together. She turns him around, begins caressing Graham's shoulders, arms, and his back. Graham has the most responsive male nipples, so very aroused are his nipples. He feels wonderful. She loves running her finger tips along his ribs and down over his hips, he has the best damned ass Louisa has ever seen. She has coveted it from the first moment she had a 'sweets break' with her girlfriends at The New Ritz Poodle Dog. After all, it is Graham's body she had first fallen for. Lou hears the soft sighs from Graham's lips. He is enjoying every moment. He asks to be able to lick her lovely breasts, Graham has fantasized about those knockers and nips every time he had served her, and he asks to be able to lick her lovely breasts. "I have a tongue eager to please you," he whispers to his new love. Graham the Nude Waiter "Hey, shut up," she admonishes him ," quit thinking about what you want. Pay attention to what I am doing. If you are thinking ahead, you are not feeling this moment." "I have planned too long and too hard for you to miss a single moment of it, she berates him. Let the lovely humiliation wash over you," she told him, knowing it would begin soon. Louisa kneels on the floor behind him, continues her massage down his thick, buffed thighs and to his really well developed calves. Lou lovingly caresses his body, giving him as much pleasure as she is receiving. But, enough delay. The moment and the passion in Louisa are ready to be explored. "Bend over the sink," she instructs him, gives each ass cheek a butterfly kiss. Then thinks better of herself, she bites each cheek delicately eliciting a yelp. He does as she wishes immediately, but he informs her ," I have dreamed of this all day. Hmmmmm, my cock is twitching. After our last cyberchat, I have been obsessed with what you might do to my naked ass." "What," Louisa asks him ," What exactly have you been imagining? Tell me?" Graham moans deep in his throat, as Lou parts his bum and rubs her warm emollient there, too. Rims the tiny bud with extra emollient. "I have dreamed of my ass in the air as your personal play toy," he whispers to her. "Are you clean enough to play with yet," Lou taunts him. "Have you specially washed for me? Clean all over?" "Do you smell nice," Lou wonders aloud? Graham merely sighs, and wiggles his arse. "I am clean, inside and outside." Lou cannot see it, but there is a grin of anticipation on his happy face. Louisa rubs the rich emollient around in her hands, then seats herself back on the commode, reaches behind her. She moves the lucite vanity tray closer. Louisa asks him ," are you all prepared for my sick perversions tonight? I do know just what my Prince Graham wants most of all." "Yes, please," Graham whispers. The anticipation builds in him, his cock is rock hard. He feels her slick fingers massaging, caressing his anus, her middle finger is pushing inside him. Graham moans deep in his throat. First, her index finger massages in and out, slowly. Then Lou withdraws her finger and inserts her thumb. It is thicker and she penetrates as far as that short two-inch appendage will go. Graham feels the pressure, but her fingers are too small to cause him pain. Then dear, sweet Lou wiggles her thumb and the edge of her thumbnail scratches his inner passage, sending ripples of ecstasy along every nerve ending in his body. Lou begins to thumb fuck his ass and Graham begins to gently rock his hips in rhythm with his lady's strokes. A low growl ripples from deep in Graham's throat. His head is swimming with his arousal, his nipples tingle, his cock bobbing in front of his belly, electric sensations race through the nerve endings of his body clear down to his toes. Louisa tells him ," I want to make you better. Much better than you are now. Enhanced, perhaps. More than anyone can see when you serve them in the salon. More than they ever can guess. Now spread your legs wide apart for me. Tell me, Lover. Tell me what you feel?" Graham has a feeling of loss when she removes her thumb, but immediately feels a new invasion. Thicker hardness presses into his anas, pushes steadily past the tight ring and well inside it goes. Graham moans deeply. A lubricated nozzle sends tremors of excitement ripple through his belly. A very well lubricated nozzle . Graham grunts and pushes out against the invasion. He feels the wand slide past his internal sphincter and suddenly the nozzle slides smooth and easy. Louisa enjoys this. She is able to push the wand and the attached tubing up high into his bowels, its journey through his rectum is a riot of erotic sensation. The well lubricated rubber tube is inserted very slowly into his inner passage. It sends cold sent shivers up his spine. "I am ready now," Lou announces quietly and Graham could hear clicking, he knows the clamp on the enema bag is being released. A moment later warm water pours into his body along with the faint scent of vanilla. It is the strongest invasion of his body, a supple penetration. Her delivery on a promise of a milk and honey "bath," which he had erroneously supposed would be for a future date. Not their very first night together. Ah, the feeling and the sensation. A long moment that feels like an eternity, the flow stops. He writhes, unable to move around much. His breath taunt and perspiration seeps from the pores of his body. She whispers ," relax for me, Love, let me do this one thing." "More," Louisa says and the flow resumes, even as his body fills and his belly distends. Graham hears gurgling deep in his belly. His squirms and little moans tell Lou that he has filled up nicely. She reaches under Graham to feel his round, hard belly which she rubs and massages. Caressing lower, twining her fingers in his curly public hair. It pleases her to find that his cock is rock hard for her inspection. He is a delicious morsel. "My beautiful boy," Louisa whispered. His submission is very pleasing to her. Graham's anus was gaping and irresistible. When the bag is empty, Lou clamps off the tubing, removes it from the bag and lets the hose dangle down from the nozzle. It sends a small shiver of pleasure through Louisa as Graham lets out a small moan of protest. Lou is not finished yet. Leaning over Graham. Pressing her hips against his ass, hugging his body to hers as she lifts him nearly upright. She roughly massages his pecs, twisting and pinching his hard nipples. Her hands massage his muscles across the front of his body. Graham sighs audibly. This is a dream come true. "I'm so aroused seeing you like this, so helpless and so completely mine," Lou whispers to him. Slowly...forcefully. She has lowered her focus. She is back at his groin, his cock so hard it touches his distended belly. Lou strokes his cock helmet and belly at the same time. "I want you to enjoy this as much as I do," she whispers behind him. "You can not possible enjoy this as much as I do," is Graham's reply. Louisa strokes the entire length of his dick, pumps the shaft forcefully. She is still behind him, her satin clad breasts outlined against his back, her belly and her satin clad mons presses against his ass. Every movement of Lou's body undulates against his, jostles the hose between his cheeks, sends little erotic shock waves to his core. Pushing harder, pumping harder, Lou sees his face in the vanity mirror. "Your face shows the struggle and pain this is causing. I don't care. I want you to love this. I know that I will never get inside of you by merely stroking your cock, so I need to do this." "I want it," Graham implores." I want it bad." Graham winces a moment, he did not realize she would see him. Ah, a rather small humiliation really. He meets her eyes in the mirror. Sees her arousal. Sees her excitement. He has a revelation. "You want to fuck me," he says simply. Lou's eyes glaze over and she squeezes hard with both hard, jams her hips against his ass, and like a chain reaction, her hips drive the nozzle just a little deeper inside. The ripples of fluid massages his prostate and her hot hands electrify his prink. Graham is right on the edge, he release just within his grasp. He is about to lose it. He can feel the sperm bubbling up. "I can't wait," Graham pleads. Louisa says nothing, she squeezes harder and pumps his shaft faster. Graham cums. He is lost in a shout as the first jet shoots out of his penis, it hits the mirror about level with her eyes gazing at him. But once is not enough. Again and again and a third smaller ribbon of semen lands in the sink. Graham is gasping and Lou rests her head against his sweaty back. Both trying to catch their breath. Graham is spent, his head rests on his chest. With his ecstacy spent, his bowels are a mass of gurgling cramps. It is discomfort which revives him. He recognizes he is on a painful edge now. "Take it out," he implores her ,"take it out now. I have to go. Now." Lou is in no mood to end the night this soon, but she is also not in the mood to end it in a mess, either. She gently, but swiftly slips the hose and the nozzle out of Graham's tender anus. He winces in the mirror and a hiss escapes his lips, but he clamps his teeth together and makes no complaint. Lou slides out the way of the commode, lifting the lid as she slides past Graham. She flings the hose, messy nozzle and empty rubber bag into the sink. Graham seats himself immediately and his bowels empty immediately. He flushes several times before he feels like he is done. He sits there spent and exhausted, his knees shaky. Lou has run him a hot shower, and she assists him into the bear-claw tub. The hot, steamy water is wonderful, cleansing and invigorating. He feels silky and clean. Lou towels him off herself. They pad down the cool hallway over cold, hardwood floors to a bedroom with Victorian era twelve foot ceilings with ornate plaster moldings that arched above them to the rounded ceiling. Louisa leads his tired, sweet smelling body over to her large four-poster bed and throws the down comforter back and motions him into the warm flannel sheets and she crawls after him. Graham stretches out and sighs in contentment. He knows the night is not yet over but he needs to get his equilibrium back. He reaches over and pulls Lou's warm body into his arms, rubbing her taunt nipples. Outside their cozy borrow, the city is quiet, the streetcars resting, fog thick and dense, cocooning everyone in their privacy. Graham's attention was originally captured by the beauty and classic Victorian architecture of the City by the Bay the first time he visited . But it was on a visit to the "adult" entertainment vistas on North Beach that enslaved his libido. The tawdry descendants of Carol Doda still plied their trade with about equal amounts of talent as she had processed. Graham loved the luscious sleaziness of it all. That was enough for Graham and he made the move across the big pond and the breath of America. While walking around Union Square one fine day after he immigrated, an associate of the flamboyant Billy Bryant had casually asked Graham if he had any experience in restaurant service. To which Graham had replied, "Not one bit" and thinking the conversation ended, he intended to ignore the male tart in the pink shirt and purple polka dotted bow tie. "Well, no matter," shrugged the 'royal' tart, following Graham into Jaeger's on Post Street as Graham cruised towards men's cologne. "Actually," the young man continued, as if he and Graham were really shopping together "actually, it's more important if you have any body imperfections or scars? How about tattoos? Nipple ring? Prince Albert?," the pink tart batted his eyes hopefully. Graham had scowled at that last question, before ignoring his wagging tail. "How about flab?" he asked Graham directly, but Graham continued through the department, trying hard to totally ignore his pursuer and heading for men's undergarments. Finally, in exasperation, Jeffrey the Pink Tart confronted Graham ," You're not ashamed of your body, are you? Have you got a dinky winky?" Graham had turned on him then, ready to do battle for his masculine honor; but the little guy had grinned at him. Jeffrey had persuasively invited Graham out to the exclusive dessert salon owned by his patron, Mr. Billy, all the while explaining the almost non-existent salary and the totally outrageous tips. Tips that far exceeded Graham's current salary as a junior investment banker. So it was that Graham was introduced to the famous reputation of the New Ritz Poodle Dog. To his credit, while being dragged along Post Street by Jeffrey, Graham did go ahead and mention that he was not gay. Graham had a strong suspicion that divulging such information would likely kill any chance for such an outrageous job offer. Jeffrey faltered a moment, recovered himself, and the resumed his trek up the street with his charge in tow. "Well, no matter," Jeffrey said. "We just want you to be a waiter in a dessert salon. You don't mind men looking at you, do you? Looking at you naked, do you?" "No," Graham had told him, slightly confused but already dreaming of those astronomical tips. "I don't mind if the patrons are nude." Thanks for reading this work. Please vote to indicate how much you enjoyed it (?), or how much it intrigued you and send feedback if you can spare the time. 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