Copyright 2013 EM Lynley. Please do not share or repost without author’s permission.
“You ever do any modeling?” The guy came up to Jeremy in the gym locker room while Jeremy was drying off after his shower. He’d noticed him checking out a few other men in the weight room and even it the pool while Jeremy was taking a breather from laps.
“I’m not interested in whatever it is you’re offering.” Jeremy had heard this before and it never ended well. Not that he’d ever fallen for the scam, but a few of his friends had. It was never just “modeling.”
“You could make some easy dough.”
“I don’t need easy dough.” Jeremy opened his locker but he didn’t want to take the towel off in front of this guy.
“Sure you do. I’ve seen your car. Someone smashed into the side of it and you haven’t fixed it yet.”
“Too busy,” Jeremy lied. Truth was he used the insurance money for bills, but he’d never admit that to this guy.
“Don’t you want to know what the job is?”
“No.” Jeremy didn’t have time to waste. He grabbed his boxers from the locker and turned away from the guy and bent down to step into them.
“That’s all you’d have to do. Just take off your clothes and let people look at you.”
“I don’t strip. No thanks. And that is emphasis on the “NO.”
“Three hundred bucks, just to take off your clothes. Not stripping. You just remove one piece at a time. Five hundred if you let someone else take your clothes off for you. And no other touching or funny business, unless you want. And that would pay extra.”
“Get out of here before I call the front desk.”
The guy held up his hands and backed out of Jeremy’s personal space. “Sure thing. Sorry.” He slid a hand into his jacket and Jeremy braced for him to pull out some kind of weapon. All he had was a business card. “I’ll leave this, and if you change your mind, call me. The job’s on Friday night.” He put the card on the bench and left.
Jeremy finished dressing quickly before the guy came back, or followed someone else in from the gym. He was slinging his backpack over his shoulder when he glanced down at the card. More out of curiosity than anything else, he picked it up.
Thomas Jerrold
The Dinner Club
415-555-1087
He flipped it over but the back was blank. Just a simple white card with raised black printing. For some reason that intrigued Jeremy more than anything the guy had said to him and he jammed it into his pocket and headed out. He tossed the pack into the passenger side of his car then walked around to look at the damage: the whole right side of the car was scraped and dented from someone opening their door as he drove by. He sure would like to get that repaired before it started raining and the exposed metal under the scraped paint began to rust.
Maybe he could get more hours at the clinic. He’d ask about it tonight when he went to work.
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I really enjoyed this story. Loved it soo much started looking for more of it, only to discover there is no more 🙁 So please write more and I don’t care if you have it free or to buy I would do either. You have left me hanging lol