Billy dimmed the lights and programmed the CD player. Suddenly, "Sin" by Nine Inch Nails thundered through the apartment. I watched horrified as he slowly gyrated his body and wagged his ass like some cheap pole dancer, miming the lyrics about being 'defaced' and 'disgraced' as he swayed around the room like an Indian cobra under the influence of a Hindu snake charmer. Mike and Raoul were in party mood, whooping and hollering. As my lover swept his hips tantalizingly within reach, Mike opened his wallet and tucked a note into the band of Billy's briefs. Raoul was keen to join the testosterone melee that was engulfing the room and grabbed a handful of cash to shove down the front of Billy's increasingly revealing underwear while taking the opportunity to cop a feel. Jerry, as usual, was content to sit on his wallet.
I was acutely embarrassed. On the other hand, Billy's eyes shone. Before I could scramble to retrieve his clothing and drag him into the bedroom, even before telling everyone the party was over, he panted and patted his butt cheeks.
He smirked. "Well?"
Jerry adjusted his cock in his pants. I turned away, disgusted.
"Not bad. Not bad at all," Mike said. "But we still haven't seen the real thing."
Jerry sneered. "I can get ass and a blow job anywhere else for what you guys just paid."
Billy extricated the cash from his briefs and flourished it in the air. "You think I'm some two-bit whore?"
But even from where I was seated I could see it was a substantial wad.
Mike dared him by counting out two one hundred dollar bills. "How about this?"
"That's a lot of money just to look at someone's ass," Jerry said. He'd always been a mean bastard.
"What about me, man?" Raoul pleaded. Mike counted out another two hundred.
"You want to see it?" Billy asked Jerry.
The idea of my plug ugly boss ogling my boyfriend's ass turned my stomach. When Jerry hesitated, Mike snapped, "It's only fuckin' money. For that, you get a moment in ass heaven. Or else, you get your money back. Right?"