(Inspired by something that disappeared from my last night's instagram feed faster than I could take a screen shot.)

Desparate times called for innovative measures. The restaurant industry had gone belly up at the end of 2020, and the high-end delivery business was barely big enough to feed the big fish. Certainly, they had made it difficult for me to get my foot in the door. Even offering to work for those guys, the offers that I had received New Year's Eve gigs were going to pay a pittance. It was time to change things up.

One night I gathered all my courage from a well-aged transparent bottle, and wrote up the following advert:

Hire A Naked Cook for New Year's Eve!

Treat your guests with your personal catering, professionally cooked and prepared, finished at your own kitchen and served by a professional chef! Choose your individual menu ahead of time, have it served at your own place with accompanying wines, and enjoy the unique show between and after each course.

Maxime, 25, will offer private dances, engaging games, and other risqué bits to the guests of your party. Dressed in a brown leather apron, and only that, he will be available to receive indiscreet touches, hugs, kisses and spankings while he serves drinks at your dinner table. Soon enough, your guests will try to peek under the apron, and their imagination will go wild. After each course, one of the guests will get to enjoy three minutes alone with him in a private room, where he is entirely at free disposal. No word will leave the room, just the lucky guest's dress will need readjusting, and maybe the apron too. Make it the topic of your conversation to find out who is next, or just pretend that nothing is happening and ignore it! Maxime will kneel beside your chair, or discreetly disappear to the kitchen at your behest.

After dessert, you can up the ante and heat things up as you want! Tie him up, tease him, make him satisfy you and your guests in fun ways that you've never seen before. Maxime will support all requests obediently and to your heart's content. He will suggest ideas that are tried and tested, but you are welcome to bring your own. Maybe you're doing a board game night until midnight, and the special prize is yet more minutes in a private room, except he will be in various states of bondage? Maybe you'll discuss your sexual fantasies in detail, and he will be there to act things out as if to illustrate things. The night is yours, and yours only!

Well, this wasn't beating around the bush, was it. Did this make me a male prostitute? Maybe. But mostly, I saw myself as an entertainer. And, still, I cooked meals. And I got to submit. And since there would be only one party for the night, I hopefully got to choose whose party it was that I worked at. Naturally, I would be going for an all-female, young professional crowd, maybe a group of law practicioners like the ones I had seen at my restaurant, who seemingly had all the budget for such things even though they were around my age. At any rate, I wouldn't accept a couples' night with a lot of envious dudes around, or a family gathering. I wouldn't mind a guy or two if they were as submissive as I was. And given any alternatives, I would certainly choose a host that had a good inkling of where things would be going, and one that knew her guests well.