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February 2nd, 2013 9:43 PM
Hunk's Mansion, Las Vegas, Nevada
Mason Moore took a deep breath before he pushed through the small black metal door that opened in to the back entrance of his new place of work. He walked through the short hallway, the fluorescent lights buzzing s bit over his head. He saw the simple red door that said TALENT, slung his bag over his shoulder and walked in. It wasn't too crowded yet, but there were five or six other guys. He had been told that the action didn't really get going until eleven, so most guys didn't show up until at least ten thirty. He wanted to make a good impression however, so he arrived, found a locker and started looking through his bag. As he went through it, a somewhat older man walked up to him. He was probably in his early or maybe mid forties, but athletic and very attractive. He stood about six one, maybe six two, and was a lean two hundred.
"You the new kid?"
"Yea, Mason Moore."
Mason offered his hand and the other man returned it with a handshake.
"I'm Rodd Silver, good to meet you."
"Rodd Silver? Really"
"That's my stage name. Long Rodd Silver, actually. Wait, is Mason Moore your real name?"
"Uh, yea."
"You gotta come up with a stage name kid. Some kind of a persona and a look to grab the attention of the ladies."
"Don't I just go out there, shake my ass and whip out my dick."
Rodd laughs a little and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"No kid, this is a show. Just being super ripped isn't enough. Looked around man."
Rod points out a large black man, dressed in a pair of purple, gold, and green pants. He rubs some gold glitter across his chest, then grabs a handful of beads. He puts them over his neck, then grabs a mardi gras style mask.
"That's Markus, he calls himself The Big Sleazy. He goes out, dances, tosses some beads to the women out the, pulls off the pants and has a bright white g-string under it. The ladies who catch the beads, they almost always get a dance from him after. Look over there."
Rodd points out a tall long haired man with a very dark tan. He takes some red paint, puts a few marks under his eyes, then wraps a loin cloth around his waist.
"That's Hawk. He kind of looks native American, so he ran with it. He goes out there with a head dress and he dances around it a bit, then he has water come down over him. Like a freaking rain dance. The ladies go crazy once he's all wet and slippery."
"What about the other long haired guy there? The one with the beard?"
"That's Harley. He goes out in a leather vest and some jeans that he can rip away. Has a black g-string with the harley logo on the front of it, offers the ladies a ride on his hog."
"That's pretty clever. What about the other two?'
"Aw, Dirk Johnson. He does keep it pretty simple, but he's got the largest dick I've ever seen in my life. When you've got a foot long cock, you can keep it simple."
"Foot long? No fucking way."
"I swear to God. He busted out the ruler before. It's actually just over twelve inches."
"Sounds like he should be the one calling himself Long Rodd."
"Hey, that's my schtick, and the pirate thing is still working."
"Alright, what about the young guy?"
"That's Billy. He throws on a cowboy hat, some chaps, has a couple of the fake guns. Calls himself Billy The Kid. He's young and his real name is Billy, so it just fit for him."
"Alright, so I need a gimmick. I uhm... I don't see anyone in here nearly as big as I am. I could play off of that."
"Yea, let's look at what you've got in here."
Rodd looks in Mason's bag a bit, shakes his head a few times, then pulls out a silver metallic thong.
"Throw that on."
"Like, right here?"
"Dude, we're all good with it."
Mason shrugs, pulls his shorts and boxers off, then slides on the small pair of underwear. Rodd nods, then walks off for a few seconds, he comes back with a small deal of metallic silver glitter.
"Just trust me on this."
Rodd takes the glitter and runs a line up from the top of the thong to his chest, going rough through the middle of his abs. he then puts a a bit across each of his pecs, then does a small line above and under his right eye.
"That's a lot of silver dude."
"No, it's a lot of metal. It's a lot of... STEEL!
The way Rodd puts emphasis on the word makes Mason nods his head. He looks at the full length mirror, flexes a bit and smiles.
"Steel, because I'm strong and hard, right?"
"Yep."
"I like it."
"Perfect. Trust me, you go out there, flex those incredible muscles, shake your ass a bit, grind in front of those ladies, You'll walk out with five hundred tonight, easy."
"That sounds good."
Mason checks himself out a bit in the mirror and smirks as the door opens and in walks a short chubby man. He looks around and nods his head a bit.
"Alright, good you're here and ready. You're gonna be out after Hawk."
He gives Mason's ass a smack, then waddles out of the room. Mason takes a deep breath as it's setting in that he's about to go out in front of a crowd and takes his clothes of for money for the first time. He finds his pair of simple black tear away pants and the black tank top he had. He puts them on as he hears some music start up and knows that the time is getting close.
February 2nd, 2013 9:43 PM
Hunk's Mansion, Las Vegas, Nevada
Mason Moore took a deep breath before he pushed through the small black metal door that opened in to the back entrance of his new place of work. He walked through the short hallway, the fluorescent lights buzzing s bit over his head. He saw the simple red door that said TALENT, slung his bag over his shoulder and walked in. It wasn't too crowded yet, but there were five or six other guys. He had been told that the action didn't really get going until eleven, so most guys didn't show up until at least ten thirty. He wanted to make a good impression however, so he arrived, found a locker and started looking through his bag. As he went through it, a somewhat older man walked up to him. He was probably in his early or maybe mid forties, but athletic and very attractive. He stood about six one, maybe six two, and was a lean two hundred.
"You the new kid?"
"Yea, Mason Moore."
Mason offered his hand and the other man returned it with a handshake.
"I'm Rodd Silver, good to meet you."
"Rodd Silver? Really"
"That's my stage name. Long Rodd Silver, actually. Wait, is Mason Moore your real name?"
"Uh, yea."
"You gotta come up with a stage name kid. Some kind of a persona and a look to grab the attention of the ladies."
"Don't I just go out there, shake my ass and whip out my dick."
Rodd laughs a little and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"No kid, this is a show. Just being super ripped isn't enough. Looked around man."
Rod points out a large black man, dressed in a pair of purple, gold, and green pants. He rubs some gold glitter across his chest, then grabs a handful of beads. He puts them over his neck, then grabs a mardi gras style mask.
"That's Markus, he calls himself The Big Sleazy. He goes out, dances, tosses some beads to the women out the, pulls off the pants and has a bright white g-string under it. The ladies who catch the beads, they almost always get a dance from him after. Look over there."
Rodd points out a tall long haired man with a very dark tan. He takes some red paint, puts a few marks under his eyes, then wraps a loin cloth around his waist.
"That's Hawk. He kind of looks native American, so he ran with it. He goes out there with a head dress and he dances around it a bit, then he has water come down over him. Like a freaking rain dance. The ladies go crazy once he's all wet and slippery."
"What about the other long haired guy there? The one with the beard?"
"That's Harley. He goes out in a leather vest and some jeans that he can rip away. Has a black g-string with the harley logo on the front of it, offers the ladies a ride on his hog."
"That's pretty clever. What about the other two?'
"Aw, Dirk Johnson. He does keep it pretty simple, but he's got the largest dick I've ever seen in my life. When you've got a foot long cock, you can keep it simple."
"Foot long? No fucking way."
"I swear to God. He busted out the ruler before. It's actually just over twelve inches."
"Sounds like he should be the one calling himself Long Rodd."
"Hey, that's my schtick, and the pirate thing is still working."
"Alright, what about the young guy?"
"That's Billy. He throws on a cowboy hat, some chaps, has a couple of the fake guns. Calls himself Billy The Kid. He's young and his real name is Billy, so it just fit for him."
"Alright, so I need a gimmick. I uhm... I don't see anyone in here nearly as big as I am. I could play off of that."
"Yea, let's look at what you've got in here."
Rodd looks in Mason's bag a bit, shakes his head a few times, then pulls out a silver metallic thong.
"Throw that on."
"Like, right here?"
"Dude, we're all good with it."
Mason shrugs, pulls his shorts and boxers off, then slides on the small pair of underwear. Rodd nods, then walks off for a few seconds, he comes back with a small deal of metallic silver glitter.
"Just trust me on this."
Rodd takes the glitter and runs a line up from the top of the thong to his chest, going rough through the middle of his abs. he then puts a a bit across each of his pecs, then does a small line above and under his right eye.
"That's a lot of silver dude."
"No, it's a lot of metal. It's a lot of... STEEL!
The way Rodd puts emphasis on the word makes Mason nods his head. He looks at the full length mirror, flexes a bit and smiles.
"Steel, because I'm strong and hard, right?"
"Yep."
"I like it."
"Perfect. Trust me, you go out there, flex those incredible muscles, shake your ass a bit, grind in front of those ladies, You'll walk out with five hundred tonight, easy."
"That sounds good."
Mason checks himself out a bit in the mirror and smirks as the door opens and in walks a short chubby man. He looks around and nods his head a bit.
"Alright, good you're here and ready. You're gonna be out after Hawk."
He gives Mason's ass a smack, then waddles out of the room. Mason takes a deep breath as it's setting in that he's about to go out in front of a crowd and takes his clothes of for money for the first time. He finds his pair of simple black tear away pants and the black tank top he had. He puts them on as he hears some music start up and knows that the time is getting close.
