Three men, three holes

Peter shrugged, trying to hide his discomfort. "Do whatever you want, Dad. I'll stay here and watch the bon—uh, the booth."

Walter laughed again and turned to his new friends. "Well then, gentlemen, off to the hotel!"

Once they had put enough distance between themselves and Peter, Walter turned to the men with a curious glint in his eyes. "So," he began, looking between them, "which hotel are you gentlemen staying at?"

One of the men, a stout fellow with a booming laugh, adjusted his tie and gestured toward the skyline a few blocks away. "The Grand Regency. Why you asking?"

Walter let out a playful chuckle, his eyes dancing as he looked ahead at their current destination. "Just wondering. Our hotel room is right there."

When they arrived at the hotel room, Walter could hardly wait to put on his show. No sooner had they entered the room than he started undressing. The businessmen sat on the beds and chairs, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"And, what do you think of my ass? Is it too fat?" Walter asked cheekily, wiggling his butt provocatively.

The men laughed and made suggestive comments. "No, no, it looks fantastic! A real treat for the eyes!"

Walter grinned widely and continued his show. "And remember, guys, the real Leni is Peter's classmate. Imagine if he could see this!"

The men burst into laughter. "That would be something! Poor kid would turn red as a tomato!"

Walter was having the time of his life, enjoying every second of the attention. He knew he was putting on an unforgettable show, and the adrenaline made his heart race.

"Alright then, let's see what else Leni can do!" one of the businessmen said, rubbing his hands together.

Walter winked at him. "My pleasure. I see three men here. Three men, three holes. Do you have any preferences?"