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October 19th, 2013 2:17 PM
Hunk's Mansion, Las Vegas, Nevada
Mason Moore walked out of the large strip club he had taken a job in. He opted for a simple pair of black shorts and a tank top as it was still fairly warm outside. he carried a black and red gym bag over his shoulder and headed towards his car when a short stocky man who appeared to be in his early forties seemed to pop out of nowhere.
"Steel, right?"
Mason sighed as he looked down at the man.
"Look, I don't do the home stuff, no matter how much you offer. You want that, go find Tarzan or Billy."
"It's not like that, but thanks for thinking I'm a creepy perv who has to pay for sex."
Mason looks at him, completely unapologetic, and waiting for a reason why he's being kept from leaving.
"Name is Michael Dangleo. I'm a uh, producer of adult entertainment."
"I thought most of you guys were in California?"
"Most are, but I specialize in a specific type of adult entertainment and you would be perfect for it."
"Some kind of muscle fetish deal?"
"Muscle worship is the preferred term."
"I don't know man."
'You could make a lot of money. Especially if you were willing to shoot with women and men."
"if I did it, that wouldn't be a big deal. You saw how many dudes were grabbing on me tonight. I'm bi, doesn't bother me one bit."
"I knew you were exactly the guy i was looking for for this. You like twinks, right?"
'I'm pretty open minded on that. don't have a specific type I go for."
"Well someone like you, I'd be pairing you up with some twinks. The visual of this giant hulking piece of man getting worshiped by a small guy, my audience would go nuts for that."
"I appreciate your enthusiasm and all that, but porn's just not something I've ever been that interested in."
"How much money did you make tonight?"
"Five hundred."
"You can make triple that on your first film. You do good and people really respond, maybe you get to star in a few, get the cover art, and you would make ten times that."
Mason's eyes widen slightly at the notion of that much money.
"Plus if they sell really well or one of these porn sights buys scenes, you get money off of that."
"That is very tempting, but I'm still not sure."
"Here, just take my card, think it over and call me. If you decide you want to do it before Friday, I can have you shooting on Saturday."
Mason takes his card and looks it over as Michael walks off to a new BMW M550i.
"Damn, nice car."
Mason looks over to his 2004 Ford Explorer and then back down to the card.
"Maybe it's not the worst idea in the World. Might put a wrinkle in to pursuing the wrestling stuff though."
Mason opens up his car, tosses his bag in, slips in to the passenger seat and goes to start it up, but all he gets is a little sputter from the engine. He sighs and shakes his head as he grabs the card back off of the dash.
October 19th, 2013 2:17 PM
Hunk's Mansion, Las Vegas, Nevada
Mason Moore walked out of the large strip club he had taken a job in. He opted for a simple pair of black shorts and a tank top as it was still fairly warm outside. he carried a black and red gym bag over his shoulder and headed towards his car when a short stocky man who appeared to be in his early forties seemed to pop out of nowhere.
"Steel, right?"
Mason sighed as he looked down at the man.
"Look, I don't do the home stuff, no matter how much you offer. You want that, go find Tarzan or Billy."
"It's not like that, but thanks for thinking I'm a creepy perv who has to pay for sex."
Mason looks at him, completely unapologetic, and waiting for a reason why he's being kept from leaving.
"Name is Michael Dangleo. I'm a uh, producer of adult entertainment."
"I thought most of you guys were in California?"
"Most are, but I specialize in a specific type of adult entertainment and you would be perfect for it."
"Some kind of muscle fetish deal?"
"Muscle worship is the preferred term."
"I don't know man."
'You could make a lot of money. Especially if you were willing to shoot with women and men."
"if I did it, that wouldn't be a big deal. You saw how many dudes were grabbing on me tonight. I'm bi, doesn't bother me one bit."
"I knew you were exactly the guy i was looking for for this. You like twinks, right?"
'I'm pretty open minded on that. don't have a specific type I go for."
"Well someone like you, I'd be pairing you up with some twinks. The visual of this giant hulking piece of man getting worshiped by a small guy, my audience would go nuts for that."
"I appreciate your enthusiasm and all that, but porn's just not something I've ever been that interested in."
"How much money did you make tonight?"
"Five hundred."
"You can make triple that on your first film. You do good and people really respond, maybe you get to star in a few, get the cover art, and you would make ten times that."
Mason's eyes widen slightly at the notion of that much money.
"Plus if they sell really well or one of these porn sights buys scenes, you get money off of that."
"That is very tempting, but I'm still not sure."
"Here, just take my card, think it over and call me. If you decide you want to do it before Friday, I can have you shooting on Saturday."
Mason takes his card and looks it over as Michael walks off to a new BMW M550i.
"Damn, nice car."
Mason looks over to his 2004 Ford Explorer and then back down to the card.
"Maybe it's not the worst idea in the World. Might put a wrinkle in to pursuing the wrestling stuff though."
Mason opens up his car, tosses his bag in, slips in to the passenger seat and goes to start it up, but all he gets is a little sputter from the engine. He sighs and shakes his head as he grabs the card back off of the dash.
