Private dance

You dance your way through the rest of the song and the rest of the stage-side men in a blur. My the time it ends, you're covered in sweat and have a nice pile of money in the center of the stage. The crowd was cheering wildly. A young man dressed in all black rushes onto the stage, hands you a towel and then gathers up the cash.

As you head backstage, you find yourself wonder what had just come over you. You were insanely horny and wet. You had just danced and teased a room full of horny men, and it had turned you on. Twenty-four hours ago you were yourself, a man who had never had a gay thought and here you were having done things you'd never imagined...

"You have a new fan, your majesty," Maria said, suddenly appearing at your elbow. "I know you don't do private dances...but he is offering quadruple the normal fee. Apparently he must have really enjoyed the smell of your ass."

You blush.

"You're the boss, so I can send him away if you like," she said.