All four men studied me, with inquisitive, maybe hungry expressions on their faces. "Teri? You're a new girl, aren't you?" the man on my right asked. He was a little older than the other three and the most relaxed, for he was leaning back in his chair and the others were sitting forward. The two men facing me had folders and papers in front of them along with half-finished drinks.

"Yes, Sir. I started today," I replied, then looked at my watch. "I have a whisky for Mr. Cartright..."

The man sitting on my left put his hand up. "That's for me, Teri" he said, then took the glass when I offered it to him.

"...Mr. Cameron?" It was the guy on my right

After he took the drink, I collected their empty glasses and placed them on the tray beside mine. "Can I fetch you gentlemen anything else?" I asked politely. Four sets of eyes examined my upper body.

One of them raised their eyes. "Teri, is that your drink?" the young man, across the table, to my left asked.

"Yes, Sir, it is."

"Join us in a toast, then, Teri. I, and my colleagues want to wish you a merry Christmas."

"We do," the man sitting beside him said.

When all four men raised their glasses, I joined them. "Merry Christmas to you too."

While I sipped the drink, I wasn't thinking about Christmas but hoping that the four men were going to let me go on my way without trying to buy a favour from me. Unfortunately, as soon as the man on my right returned his glass to the table, he reached into his jacket and removed his wallet.

"Teri, I'm assuming you've been trained on granting customers a favour..." He removed a ten pound note from his wallet and placed it on the table.

"Um, Mr. Cameron..."

"It's Keith, Teri. The question is, may I touch you?" He smiled at me while gently drumming his fingers on the banknote.

I placed my hands on the table to steady my nerves. Keith was a decent looking guy, maybe in his mid-forties. I wasn't repulsed or attracted to the man. I had decided to reject anyone at the table before I arrived. If I was going to allow it to happen, it had to be the right man touching me. I wondered if there was going to be a more attractive and pleasant man on any of the other tables.

"Sir, I know the club rules, but I have no experience of them. I'm being cautious while I try to settle into the job and find out if this is the right fit for me."

My excuse didn't deter Keith from trying harder. "Teri, the best way to swim is to jump in the deep end. You know that. I can help you settle into your job by providing you with a rewarding experience. I'm persisting because I find you particularly attractive. You're certainly, a cut above most of the other waitresses who work here."

Frankly, I was blown away by Keith's sincere speech. "Um, that's very kind of you, Sir, but..."

"But, Teri, there's only one way to find out if this job is right for you. Will you accept the ten pounds?"

There was no pressure from Jack at the bar, nor the other three guys who were staying quiet, trying not to pressurise me. I had come to the club to help Hanna keep her job, but it now felt as though I was there to discover the truth about my sexuality. There I was considering prostituting myself for a measly ten pounds. I wanted to know how far Keith would go and whether I would enjoy a man's touch again...

I finally succumbed to the pressure. "Um, yes, I suppose so, Keith."

"Wise decision young lady. Come around to this corner and stand here." He pointed to the corner of the table, on his right.

I walked around behind him and stood between the two men who were sitting at right angles. "Um, what do I do now?"

"John will set the time in a minute. First, unclip your thong, then lean forward and place your hands on the table. Once you've parted your legs and dipped your back you can reach forward and start the clock."

My mind froze when he said, 'unclip your thong'. It suddenly dawned on me that my sex was going to be uncovered and unprotected. "My thong?"

"Yes, Teri. Do you want to unclip it or shall I?"

"Errr, you..." My indecisiveness was my undoing.

"Okay..." because the chairs were armless, he was able to swing his legs around and reach out in one swift movement.

Keith's hands went to my hips in a flash and pushed the buttons on the catches. Before I knew what was happening, the front of the thong fell forward because both catches had opened. To make matters worse, Keith grabbed the thong at the back and whisked it away from my body.

"John will hold that, Teri. Get into position," Keith urged.

John had activated the screen. It had a large '30' on it. "Shouldn't that say ten," I asked as I leant forward.

"Ten's not enough on your first outing, Teri. Relax and enjoy. This is why God gave you such a sexy body..." I was leaning forward and ready to touch the screen... "Teri, bend your knees slightly. "Yes, that's it. I'm surprised that Beckie hasn't trained you in the posture."

"Everything was such a rush," I muttered.

"That's what happens at Christmas," John, who was sitting on my right, opined.

"I'm ready when you are, Teri," Keith said.

I reached out and touched the screen, whereupon Keith slipped a hand between my thighs.