He take control as his alpha-ness steps in

"I'm here to serve, Brandi," John replied smoothly, his voice a perfect blend of confidence and charm. Brandi's eyes sparkled with amusement as she squeezed his hand gently. "I'm here to show you and your friends a good time," he added, his gaze holding hers for just a beat longer than necessary.

They approached the kitchen, where an assortment of drinks and snacks were laid out on a large marble countertop. "Alright, let's get to work," Brandi said, her tone playfully commanding. She handed him an apron with 'Party Server' printed in bold letters across the front. He slipped it over his head, feeling a thrill of excitement at the prospect of being her personal servant for the night.

"Brandi can I wear it how I want to." Holding up the apron with a cheeky smile.

She giggled, her eyes scanning his body before nodded with approval. "Sure thing, handsome. Just make sure you don't spill anything on yourself."

John strip off his shirt and tie the apron around his waist, feeling the cool fabric against his skin. He quickly lose his pants and underwear. The room temperature suddenly felt a few degrees hotter with all the eyes on him. He grabbed a tray of drinks and began to circulate through the party, serving the guests with a flourish and a wink. The women were more than appreciative of his efforts, and their compliments fueled his confidence.

Their eyes on the piece of meat swinging beneath John apron. He's never felt so objectified before. Yet, it's oddly empowering. He glanced at Brandi, who had retreated to the corner, watching him with a knowing smile. He knew this was part of her plan, and he had to admit, it was working.

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