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“Yeah, they have a breakfast buffet, but you can also order off the menu. Once you pick your seat, someone will come over with the menu.”

“Good to know; thank you again.” I nodded at the group of guys and as I walked into the dining room area, I swore I heard one of them say that I looked hot. Those words went straight to my pants and the semi hard-on that I had turned into a full-fledged hard-on.

I found a table for two in the general proximity of other guests, but not too close to invade anyone’s privacy. I wanted to fit in, but not be right on top of someone. Unless it was Tristen or Joel. I’d handle being on top of them just fine.

“Good morning, Mr. Jameson,” Olivia said as she approached my table. She set two sets of silverware wrapped in a linen napkin on the table. “I apologize for not being at the front of the restaurant when you arrived.”

“It’s fine. Some of the guys at the front told me it was open seating,” I said just as a waiter appeared with a tray of drinks.

Olivia turned the pale blue goblet upright as she set a menu down in front of me. “You can order off the menu, or grab anything on the buffet. Enjoy your meal.” She smiled and then breezed away.

“Good morning, Mr. Jameson. Care for still or sparkling water?” Chet, the server asked.

“Still, please.”

As the water was poured into my goblet, he offered me coffee and a variety of juices. I pointed to the apple juice and said a cup of coffee would be great. I was eager to sip on the apple juice, because I hadn’t had it since I was a little kid and it just sounded good this morning.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes to see if you’d like to order off the menu,” Chet stated.

“It’s okay, Chet.” I closed the menu and handed it to him. “I’m going to grab something off the buffet this morning.”

“Very well, Mr. Jameson. Please enjoy.”

Before I got up to go get my breakfast, I sipped on the apple juice and glanced around the dining room. I counted twenty-three guests in the dining room, though a few of them might have been artists. So there possibly was everyone in the restaurant minus about ten people.

I was checking out everyone’s attire. Now that I had money I could shop with, and now that I’d experienced these incredible clothes, I’d definitely want to get some new things. Most of the guys T-shirts or short sleeved button-down shirts and shorts, though there were some guys in pants.

As I got up to go to the buffet, I was instantly reminded of the jockstrap I was wearing. Wearing it made me feel filthy, but in a really hot way. I couldn’t wait for Tristen to see me, but I had no idea what to expect from that encounter. I scanned the restaurant to see if I saw Tristen or Joel. No sign of them yet. While I walked through the buffet, collecting food, I wondered if Joel and Tristen stayed at the resort during these party weekends. Did they stay together? Were they a thing? I had so many questions about this party, and I couldn’t wait to find answers to them.

I returned to my table and sat. I put the napkin on my lap and ate a piece of bacon while I doused my pancakes in maple syrup. For the most part I kept my head down as I ate and looked up when a guy sat at the table beside me.

“Morning,” he said with a smile.

“Good morning,” I replied and returned the smile. Damn, this guy was good looking, and he appeared to be around my age. I had come to the determination that all of the guests at the party were good looking.

“I’m Maxx,” he introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you, Maxx. I’m Cash.”

“First time at an Equinox party?” he asked as he poured syrup on his waffles.

“Yeah. I’m a sketch artist and have a booth at the fair,” I explained. It was so fucking cool to hear me say that I was a sketch artist.

“That’s cool. My flight got delayed, so I didn’t get checked in until late last night. So, are you cleared to play this weekend?”

Cleared to play? Did he mean, did I get to fuck around? Or, was I allowed to play? I started to get hard because the idea of getting to fuck around all weekend without any expectations sounded amazing. But I wouldn’t dare overstep any boundaries. I was being well paid to work.

“I’m not sure about being cleared to play, but I don’t think I’d have time anyhow,” I answered. It was the only thing I could come up with to say that would sound open ended but also admitting that I had no clue what being cleared meant.

“Being cleared means you took a blood test and can confirm you’re clean and free of any scary shit. You also have to sign a nondisclosure agreement,” Maxx explained.

“Oh, no.” I shook my head. “I’m not cleared to play. I’m just here to work this weekend.”

I totally understood Joel and Tristen making sure all of the guests were safe to play with and for them to feel secure knowing that others were safe. How fucking responsible of them. I was also disappointed that it meant I wasn’t going to be seeing any action this weekend.

“Bummer. My daddy top likes it when I find people to play with. Bonus points if they’re close to my age.”

His daddy top? He said all of that so nonchalantly. Maxx casually admitted to having a “daddy” and that he was a top. I’d definitely be doing some research on the dynamics of a top. All I knew was that it was some sort of role in a relationship. I was a bit naive to the details, though. Did that mean his daddy top guy watched him play with others? I was getting so hard as thoughts flooded my mind.