Chapter Eleven
“Oh, waitress!” the scantily-clad redheaded cheerleader laughed. “Fetch me another daiquiri.”
Blushing from head to toe, Robin said, “Yes, ma’am,” and went over to prepare her drink. The grinning sadists had costumed him as a french maid, with frilly black skirt and low-cut top, stockings and high-heels that made him totter dangerously as he walked. No underwear permitted, so that whenever he bent over to serve a drink his ass and c**k were exposed. Inevitably one of the other clustered cheerleaders would goose him or grab his tormented c**k, making him squawk with surprise and humiliation.
At first he had protested, but a few firm whacks with a sorority paddle had made him see reason. Far from spending the evening pleasuring one pretty girl after another, here he was wor
