****** The Waiter ******
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The Waiter


At about 7pm on a clear summer evening, Mrs Joan Kaplan opened the front door
to her house, after the bell had rung. It opened to reveal a woman in her late
40s with short dyed blonde hair and a beige suit.

"Good morning," said the woman on the porch, "My name is Ms Christina
Honeysett, and I'm afraid I'm here to discuss the repossession of your TV,
fridge, and car Mrs Kaplan."

Joan look dismayed and replied, "Oh dear, well, I suppose you'd better come on
in then."

She lead Christina through the hallway to a well furnished lounge room, with TV
and stereo system. They sat on the couch and Christina opened her brief case
and brought out her papers. In truth, she loved her job as a repossessor- she
would often be able to make quiet a handsome some from various bribes and kick
backs in return for "losing" debtor slips, or altering records. She cast her
gaze around the living room before speaking and thought, "Seems well off enough
for a little bribe, hmmm... that lamp would go well in my kitchen." Her
thoughts were interrupted by Joan, "How much do I owe, Ms Honeysett, I'm afraid
my husband is interstate looking for work, we simply can't afford to make the
payments." She sighed unhappily. Ms Honeysett smiled at her,"Yes, so I see from
here, I'm sorry to say that I have to take the things with me today, you know."

Joan, nodded resignedly, she was desperate to keep the condiments, "Surely we
can work something out? I mean, there must be something, right?" Christina's
smile broadened, it was now a simple task of asking for the lamp and then she
would strike off most of the debt.

"Well, yes, I'm sure we can come to some agreement. You see, while you're still
owing I can stay the payments if you give me some collateral."

A small smile crept onto Joan's face, "So if I give you something then I don't
have to make payments for a while?"

Christina nodded, "But, it should be of near equal value, I was think of..."
she was about to say, "That lamp," but was cut off by the lounge room door
opening. In walked a young boy of about 12 - he was a bit shorter than
Christina, with lightly tanned skin and adorably sweet features. His lithe body
was outlined by his t-shirt and thigh length shorts. He shuffled in, sat on the
floor in front of the two women and turned on the TV. Christina was taken by
the boy and had an idea to get to know him little better.

Joan said, "Tom, turn off the TV, ok, we're talking. Ms Honeysett, this is my
stepson, Tom."

She looked down at the boy and smiled, he blushed and turned away, saying shyly
"Hi..." Tom turned around to face them, to listen in.

"Where were we?" said Joan. "Oh yes, collateral, I really have nothing of near
equal value, I guess I'm just going to lose the stuff."

"What stuff?" asked Tom, and she explained, much to his dismay, the situation.
"Hold on now," said Christina. "I have an idea. Some friends of mine are coming
over tonight for a party, and I need a waiter. If you would lend me Tom for the
evening, I could use his labour as collateral."

Joan looked surprised, as did Tom, who was a little unnerved by the way the
woman's eyes kept travelling up and down him.

"Oh, please, Tom," said Joan. "Is that ok?"

Tom looked doubtful, but nodded, "I guess, I'd only have to waiter?"

Christina shook her head, "Not quite. I should explain, Mrs Kaplan. My friends
and I are amateur artists. I was wondering if later on in the evening Tom could
model for us."

Joan replied, "Oh yes, he'll do that, I can't see any problems."

"Well," said Christina, "we may be doing life drawing, so if the mood takes my
class, Tommy here may be required to model nude."

She looked at the boy and he blushed deeply and cried out, "Hey, hold on, I
don't want to be nude while I'm doing it!"

Joan looked at Christina, "I'm not sure I'd like that either, you know."

Christina put on her most professional smile, she was not letting this boy get
away, "Oh, there's no cause for worry. It would only be for a short while, and
then only if we have life drawing scheduled. I doubt we would need to have
Tommy nude, but I thought, in fairness, I should ask. I'm trying to do you a
favour, after all."

Joan thought for a second, Tommy was shaking with the thought that his mother
was thinking of letting him go with this creepy woman.

"Ok," said Joan, "I can't see any problem with Tom modeling, even nude. After
all, it's only for art. It's a deal, Tom, you go home with Ms Honeysett tonight
and do what she says, ok?"

"But, mom," Tom said, flustered, "I don't want to."

Christina lent forward, "Help out your mom, Tommy, honey. She really needs your
help. Besides, it won't be for long."

Tommy looked down. He could feel the two women looking at him and he started to
feel guilty. He didn't want to do it, but felt he should, it would only be one
night.

"Ok," he mumbled.

Joan smiled and patted him on the head, Christina felt her pulse pick up at the
knowledge she would have this boy.

"Great!" she said, "I'll strike this debt off tomorrow. Tommy, just come like
that."

She stood up and shook hand with Joan who said, "What about shoes? Or a button
shirt and pants?"

Christina shook her head, the boy looked more vulnerable in only a t-shirt and
shorts and bare feet. "No, really, it's an informal occasion, let's go Tommy."

He shuddered as she stroked his face, "My guests may well be there already."
Joan and she said their goodbyes and Christina lead the boy out by his hand to
her car.

They drove off and Tommy asked her, "Ms Honeysett, could you please not take
off my clothes, please. I don't mind helping but..."

Christina looked around at the sweet boy's blushing and shy face, "Tommy, let
me be honest with you, honey. It's up to my class, but I will do my best."

She smiled at him and he sat back, a little reassured. They finally pulled up
to a drive of a block of flats, and Christina lead him up the stairs to her
flat, he could here soft music and people talking inside. She unlocked the door
and they walked into the flat.

Christina's flat was small - a hallway, one bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen/
lounge room. The lounge room was comfortably furnished and inside sat a group
of three of women aged between their early 20s and late 50s, all with pads and
pencils. They stopped talking and looked up when they saw the boy and Christina
enter.

"Evening everyone, this little lad is Tommy, he's going to be our model
tonight."

The boy felt their gazes on him and his stomach turned at the thought of being
naked before them, he looked at his bare feet and shuffled. Christina
introduced everyone.

"Tommy this is Laura," a young woman with dark hair and sparkling eyes who
giggled a little as they shook hands, "Jessica," a woman of about 30, with a
brown pony tail, Tommy didn't like the way she licked her lips when she looked
at him, "and Beth," a woman at least 55 years old, with lot of make up on and
dyed blonde hair. She stroked Tommy's face and he shivered. Christina lead him
to the centre of the room.

"Ok Tommy, we're too late for you waitering, I'm afraid. So we'll get on with
the modeling. Just take of your clothes for us ok?"

Tommy backed away from the women, "But I thought this was only for later, and I
didn't think I'd have to..."

She advanced on the young boy, "Come on Tommy, you must do as we say!"

She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back to the middle of the room. He
rubbed his wrist and now felt afraid of the woman, she was surprisingly strong.
He took in a breath and lifted off his shirt slowly and reluctantly and handed
it to Christina. He looked up at the women, all watching him intently. Jess was
smiling slyly, Laura was licking the end of her pencil and Beth rubbing the
tops of her thighs. Tommy bent down and pulled off his shorts, quickly placing
his hands over his crotch. His chest and legs were wiry and muscular, his young
body virtually hairless. The women let out a collective gasp.

"Put your hands behind your back, sweetie."

Tommy refused to do this and Christina roughly hauled his hands behind his
back, binding them with a piece of tape.

"Hey! what are you doing!"

"Shhh" she said, "just for your own good."

Tommy felt afraid and powerless. He could feel the women staring at his penis
and balls. He had no pubic hair to speak of, his little dick hung limply above
his plump brown ball sac. The women cooed and snickered and Tommy turned bright
red. They set about drawing him, all the while talking about him, which made
him even more embarrassed.

"My what a cute little dick you have!"

"Ohhh, do you think I can draw those gorgeous little balls right?"

"This ass of his is just a dream to draw!"

Periodically they all broke out laughing. Tommy began to sob, and the snickered
at his discomfort even more.

About half an hour later, Christina stood up and said, "Ok, ladies, that should
do it for now."

Tommy sighed with relief, it was all over. Or so he thought.

"Can you untie my hands now please, so I can get dressed, Ms Honeysett?"

The women all laughed cruelly, and Tommy felt even more scared. Christina bent
down and picked up his clothes and threw them out the window. He stood there,
shocked and humiliated. Tommy jumped and began sobbing again. "No, Tommy, we
think you're really quite cute, don't we girls?"

They all giggled and agreed. She grabbed his hands and said, "I will untie you,
but you must be good ok? You're going to do a favour for each of us,
understand, or else your mother loses everything."

Tommy nodded unhappily, he didn't want to be responsible for his mother losing
everything. She freed his hands and he stood there, the four women looking his
lean and totally nude body up and down. "Age first, I think," said Christina
and Laura scoffed good-humouredly.

"Beth, what can our little sweet Tommy here do for you?"

Beth smiled and called Tommy over to her. He was obviously frightened now, his
body shaking slightly, his face red with shame and humiliation. Beth asked him
to turn round and said, "Just touch you toes for me dear."

Tommy sobbed and bent over. Beth smiled at the boy's hairless ass and his cute
little anus pointing up at her.

"OK, now don't move or else you lose everything."

Tommy said, "Ok," through shaking voice and felt her fingernails scrape his
smooth buttocks.

"Please, don't!" he cried, but a look from Christina shut him up. He had no
choice. Beth lent forward and stuck out her tongue, licking up Tommy's ass
crack to his anus. He let out a squeal and jumped but was restrained by
Christina who held him in place.

"No, please, don't!" he cried out, but his protestations were useless. Beth
enjoyed licking the boy's smooth warm ass, burrowing her wet tongue into his
hole until it was slick and glistening with saliva. She licked his anus for a
good five minutes when Christina said, "Ok Beth, that's enough."

Beth gave his anus one more solid lick, the taste of him fresh on her tongue.
Tommy stood up, eyes filled with tears and arms held behind his back again by
Christina.

"My, you've got a sweet ass, Tommy honey," giggled Beth.

Tommy was lead over to Jessica, who's eyes were sparkling wickedly.

"Ok Tommy, over my lap for a spanking!"

Tommy cried out but his cries only turned Jessica on even more, she adored
spanking young boys. She had a boy of her own, about Tommy's age, but
unfortunately her husband had custody. She used to spank him nude a lot. Often
she would let her friends or daughters do it. They had loved slapping their
brother's bottom.

She bent Tommy over her knee and ran her hands over his smooth ass. She bent
down and gave them a little lick and giggled at his fearful cries. She pulled
back and slapped him, his cheeks wobbling and jiggling with each blow. He cried
out with each slap. She could feel his penis and balls on her leg, and enjoyed
the sweaty thigh making them a little slippery. She watched the back of his
ball sac between his legs shudder with each hit and laughed heartily. After
about four hits she sat him up and kissed his red, raw bottom.

"Haha, thank you Tommy, I've missed that."

Tommy was turned to face Laura now, smiling broadly and curling her tongue over
her top lip. She had taken off her shoes to reveal small, lightly tanned,
dainty feet, with blue nails.

"Ok Tommy, kneel down."

He did so.

"That's it, sit on your heels. Yes."

She placed her feet on his warm thighs, one on each.

"Now, give me a foot massage, nice and slow."

Tommy slowly picked up her left foot and began to rub it. She let out a moan
and giggled at the nude boy sitting at her feet. She reached out with he right
foot and bounced his balls with the toes of her right foot.

"P-p-p-please, "he cried fearfully, "don't do that."

She laughed, let out a little moan again, and just continued to rub his balls
with her toes. She moved her foot up to his penis and pegan to flick it about
with her big toe, then she rubbed it slowly with her soft, warm, silky instep.
It started to grow and he cried out. The ladies gasped as his penis swelled to
four inches.

"I'm sorry! Please, don't do that!" he sobbed.

Laura laughed, "That's fine Tommy, dear. Just keep rubbing my left foot honey,
I want to make you come with my right ok?"

"No, just leave me alone, please," Tommy was enormously humiliated, here he was
- totally nude in front of four women and the young, attractive Laura was about
to masturbate him with her foot.

"You'd better do what she says Tommy," threatened Christina, "or lose it all."

Tommy cried and continued his massage of Laura's soft sole. She rubbed the ball
of her foot up and down the underside of his little hard shaft. She gripped it
between her toes and felt its warm throb.

"Ok Tommy, you can let go of my left foot and put your hands behind your back,
I want to use both feet on your cute little pecker."

He did so obediently, and she gripped his penis in her feet, pumping it with
the smooth insteps of both feet, rubbing her toes up against his belly. Soon he
started to buck his hips, his breathing increasingly becoming laboured. He
begged for her to stop but she just laughed harder. Suddenly he let out a cry
and a thick spurt of come shot up. The women squealed and Laura let out a deep
moan, "Oh yes, that's what I wanted to see."

She pumped his dick a few more times, until her feet and toes had thick blobs
of come all over them. She held each foot and raised it to her face, leaning
back in the chair, she slowly licked off the cum, complimenting the boy on his
lovely juice. She finished his cum and Tommy looked up at Christina, "Can I go
home now? Please?"

Christina laughed.

"Yes, of course, but I'm afraid that you will be back here next week, you see,
when I signed the collateral, I signed your labour for the next year."

Tommy blushed and felt his stomach drop. Laura lent forward and whispered in
his ear, "Next time, honey, I think you should use your feet to make me cum."

The other women heard this and all broke out laughing, staring at the kneeling
nude boy, with his smooth chest and now limp, but still adorably cute, penis.

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