Against the Wall (Fuckboy Series - Book 1) (FINISHED)

Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX

Colton took a deep breath and checked his reflection in the elevator’s mirrors, using the time it took to travel up to the twenty-second floor to make sure he looked all right. He was dressed casually in a short-sleeved button-down collared shirt over a pair of dark denim jeans. Colton didn’t want to over dress, but he didn’t want to look like a homeless bum, either. Even though if he didn’t get this job, he’d be one in less than two weeks.

For whatever reason, he was nervous and he couldn’t help feeling that way. His anxiety was through the roof because he didn’t know what to expect. There wasn’t exactly a guide to follow when applying for a job as a fuckboy. At least he didn’t think there was.

When the doors opened he got off the elevator, then pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket that had the address written on it. “Suite 2206,” he said to himself, then glanced at the signs and headed down the hallway, checking each door number as he passed.

When he found the office he pushed his fingers through his hair to make sure the strands were in place, then walked inside. His eyes were immediately drawn to the receptionist sitting behind the front desk. She was so f*****g hot that he was sure she had to moonlight as a porn star. Or she took on a few clients during the evening. A blonde bombshell like her could probably rake in the money.

“Sir?”

Colton shook himself when he realized he was staring at her blankly while she had been trying to get his attention. “Sorry,” he muttered as he cleared his throat, then stepped toward the desk.

“What can I help you with?” she asked.

She seemed unfazed by the attention she was getting from him, but he guessed she was probably used to it. “I’m here to apply for the position that was advertised in the paper.”

“Which position?” she asked as her eyes met his.

Oh, for f**k sakes!

Colton hesitated slightly and then cleared his throat, his embarrassment traveling up his neck and across his cheeks, blazing red hot like a sunburn. “For...” He couldn’t help the nervousness that twisted his stomach, but he continued on, acting as if it was completely normal to say the next few words that left his mouth. “For the fuckboy position.” He was matter-of-fact as he tried to rein in his anxiety. He found it easier to look the girl in the eye when he pretended that this job was just like any other one he had applied for over the last two weeks.

Her eyes twinkled when she caught the awkwardness in his voice. “Take a seat right there.” She pointed to the set of chairs closest to her desk. “Someone will be right with you.”

Colton chuckled and nodded, seeing the amusement in her eyes and hearing it in her voice. She probably had people coming in here nervous as f**k all the time and messed with them to amuse herself. “Thank you,” he said with a smile, then walked over and took a seat in the waiting area where she had indicated. He pulled his phone out and put it on silent, not wanting Mason to text him about some needless s**t while he was about to have a heart attack.

He tuned the secretary out as she picked up the phone and spoke to someone about him and the position he was there for. While he waited his mind returned to his money issues. Even though Mason had been amazing to him by footing a lot of his expenses over the last month, he knew he couldn’t continue to put that kind of pressure on him. With his savings almost depleted he’d be no help this month unless he got a job that brought in good money. Mason’s income as a bookkeeper wouldn’t be enough to pay for everything. It was putting a strain on their friendship. Mason did his best not to let it show, but Colton could feel it. They both knew it was there, even though it remained unspoken.

When the door to the back offices swung open, Colton glanced up at the well-dressed man in a suit and tie. Now I feel under dressed, he thought to himself as he stood and offered the man his hand, giving him a polite smile. “Hi, I’m Colton Pierce.”

“Hi, Colton. I’m Barrick Covington.” He took the hand that was offered and shook it. “Come on back and we can talk.” Barrick led him past the reception desk and down a hallway, then motioned to one of the rooms as they passed. “Would you like a coffee? Some water?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” Colton continued following along behind him until they got to his office.

“Come on over here to the sofa. We can relax and have a chat.” Barrick waited until Colton was comfortable and then sat down on the seat across from him. “So, you’re here for the fuckboy position?”

Colton was slightly uncomfortable with how frank Barrick was being about the topic. He had never spoken openly like this with strangers. Screwing around with his friends, talking about p***y and getting laid was one thing, but this was different. Barrick was a stranger, and he was interviewing him for a job. It was hard to shake the awkwardness but somehow he sounded normal as he spoke.

“Yes. What does that consist of exactly? The ad was kind of vague.” Colton cleared his throat and silently wished he had taken the offered drink because his mouth was suddenly dry.

“Well,” Barrick started slowly, holding Colton’s eyes as he spoke. “The job is open for a young man between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-five. You have to be good looking and you definitely have to be someone that people want to date and f**k. How old are you, Colton?”

“Twenty-two,” he answered.

“Good. Looks like you’re starting off on the right foot,” he said with a laugh before continuing. “You have to have a great body, take pride in your appearance, and be clean shaven.” Barrick motioned to the light dust of hair on his face. “That will have to come off if you get the job.”

“Of course.”

Barrick smiled. He liked the ones who did what they had to do to get the job. They were easier to manipulate. Plus, if they were willing to do whatever it took, they most likely needed the money badly enough to do anything to get it. Which paid off for him in the long run. “You have to have a good attitude, be open to new and exciting adventures, and keep an open mind. Things like that.”

“What is the job exactly?” He knew the guy was beating around the bush but couldn’t figure out why. He had been pretty blunt up until then so why be shy about it now.

“We offer a service. An escort service. Not that kind of escort,” he said with a chuckle when he saw Colton’s look. “People pay us to find them suitable dates.”

“So there’s no s*x involved? I wouldn’t have to sleep with these women?” Barrick hadn’t said women, but Colton made sure to. He wanted to clarify that he wasn’t gay in any way.

“No, you wouldn’t have to sleep with anyone. If you chose to after the date ends, we can’t stop you. We’re not selling whores here, Mr. Pierce. We’re a dating service, first and foremost.” His eyes twinkled as he laughed and stood up. “Take your clothes off. I want to look you over and make sure your body is in the right condition to do this job.”

Wow, he just got straight to it, didn’t he? He didn’t understand why he needed to get naked if this was just a dating service, but he did what he was told. Colton stood and started with his shirt, unbuttoning it as he watched Barrick. “I’ve never had to get naked during a job interview before.” He laughed nervously as he slid his shirt off his shoulders, exposing his beautifully ripped chest muscles.

“Well that’s just sad then isn’t it?” Barrick laughed and looked Colton over as he continued to get undressed, pushing his pants down his legs and kicking off his shoes. When he stepped out of the jeans and tossed them aside Barrick took note of the athletic tone of his legs and the large bulge between them. “I guess you’re in the wrong business aren’t you?” His eyes twinkled as he spoke.

“I guess,” Colton answered, missing the look Barrick was giving him as he continued to undress, taking his socks off and then sliding his underwear down. It felt so foreign to him to stand there, naked in an executive office while some stranger looked him over, judging his body to see if he was worth giving a job to.

“Nice,” Barrick said as he ran his hands over Colton’s back muscles. “Nice and fit.” He walked around him, looking at his chest, his eyes dipping downward toward his c**k. “What do you look like at full mast?”

“Uh...” Colton wanted to say something smart, but he held it in, not wanting to come off as arrogant. “I’ve never really looked at it like that,” Colton said, grinning instead.

“Well you’re nicely hung, good cut. May I?” Barrick motioned toward his c**k, asking if he could touch it.

“If I don’t have to f**k any of the clients, why does it matter what size my c**k is or what it looks like hard?” he asked. He had never worked in this field so he had a ton of questions.

“You don’t have to f**k them, but you have to make them believe you will. They want to know all of your stats before they choose you for a date. It’s honestly not about the s*x, it’s about the possibility of f*****g you.”

Colton nodded, catching on. “So, basically you sell the promise of s*x and take their money.”

“Now you’re getting it.” Barrick motioned to his c**k once again, silently asking for permission to touch him.

Colton tried for a nonchalant nod, but he could feel the anxiousness rising inside him. He tried to look at things logically. This was a dating service, and as Barrick said, the promise of s*x was the name of the game. He couldn't promote a night of hot s*x if he wasn't packing enough to fulfill that fantasy. Then again, Barrick wouldn't need to touch him to know that. Couldn't he just glance in his direction?

He swallowed hard, then smiled over at Barrick. “I guess it’s part of the interview isn’t it?” Colton laughed nervously, trying to find the humor in the situation so he could get past the fact that another man was about to finger his piss hole. If Barrick touching his c**k would get him this job, then what would it hurt? What could be weirder than coming to an interview and getting naked? Oh yeah, having your potential boss manhandling your junk. At least he’d have one hell of a story to tell Mason later that night. He’d have a good laugh while writing it up for his blog.

Barrick reached out and cupped his balls, rolling them in his hand. It was plain as day to Colton that he was trying to get him hard. He had never let another man fondle his nuts but f**k it, he might as well go for gold right? What did he have to lose? All he had to do was think of this like it was clinical, much like he did whenever he went to the doctor and he got a free pass on the anus express. Just relax, he thought to himself. It’s not that bad.

“Nice,” Barrick said as he looked up into Colton’s eyes and then back down as he gripped the base of his c**k. He gave it a tug and a squeeze, grinning as it jumped to life in his hand.

I’m such a fag, Colton thought to himself as his c**k started to hardened in Barrick’s hand. Never in a million years did he think that another man could arouse him. Hell, he had never let Mason touch his junk, and that boy had been trying for years. He wasn’t gay, but there he stood with some stranger’s hand around his c**k, trying to get him hard enough to see his length and girth.

After a few moments, Colton glanced down at his semi-hard c**k, knowing no amount of pretending would make this comfortable for him. "Listen, I've never had a guy's hand on my c**k and balls before. Maybe if I do it myself, I'll get hard enough for you to see whatever it is you're looking for." He smirked and laughed, feeling the nervousness well up inside of him again. Even though he wasn't too keen on jerking himself off in front of a guy he barely knew, it was better than letting him do it.

Barrick gave his c**k an almost painful squeeze, causing him to shift back away from him. “That sounds like a plan.”

Colton blocked his voice out as he tried to concentrate. If he was going to get hard, he’d have to do some fine ass pretending that he was anywhere but here, and in any situation but this one. He gripped his c**k and tugged at it, stroking it the way he liked as he tried to think of anything but standing here in this office, m**********g in front of his new boss. After a few minutes of thinking about his last good f**k, Colton was rock hard and ready for inspection.

“Nice.” Barrick’s hand wrapped around his c**k again, giving him a few seconds to adjust before he started. He stroked the length and inspected it, measuring the girth with his fist. He held his hand there, thinking for a moment as he squeezed harder. He ignored Colton’s face as it scrunched up, oblivious to the fact he was hurting him. “Can I measure it?”

Colton laughed but nodded. “Sure. I’ve already measured it though. It’s ten even.”

“Yeah?” Barrick walked over to his desk and came back with a ruler. He placed it along the underside of his c**k and did a quick measure. “You’re right. Ten inches exactly.” He walked back and put the ruler away. “Have you ever slept with a man?”

“No, I haven’t. I’m straight.”

“Do you bend any?” Barrick asked.

“Not at all,” Colton answered. He didn’t mind gay guys, and lesbians held a special place in his heart, but he wasn’t like that. He had no s****l interest in men at all. Mason had been sure to try everything in the book to turn him on back when they were in high school.

“The reason I ask is that there’s more money in the gay dating scene.”

Colton sighed softly and shifted the topic. “What’s the average pay per date with a woman?”

“Average is anything from fifty to five hundred. Depends on you, really. They’ll tip you. All that tip money is yours. If you make a hundred dollars, you get sixty of it, we get forty. That’s the split. A lot of our people have regulars so they’re assured income every week. Some of them only work a few nights a week. Some work every night. The hours you work are strictly up to you.”

“So, I just call in and say I’m available? How does that work?” Colton asked.

“You can access the website. When you log on there will be a list of requests, stats for each request, who it’s with, and a profile on the requester. If you want to accept a request you hit the accept button. The client will then send you an email and set up the meet. It’s easy to use. The site was designed to be simple for a reason.” He laughed a little before he continued. “All clients are vetted before they’re allowed to post requests on the site. You don’t have to worry about meeting psychopaths or anything like that,” Barrick reassured him. “We take care of our employees and we don’t tolerate it. If anything like that happens we press charges and let the police sort it out.”

Colton nodded. “Sounds simple. How do you get paid?”

Barrick walked over and sat down, motioning for Colton to get dressed. “The client pays through the website before the date. You check in when the date starts and check out when it’s over. The minute you hit the checkout button the money goes from their account to ours. We deposit your cut into your account. This office is open twenty-four seven so you can come in whenever you want to get your payout. Some workers get their money after each job, some get their money like a weekly paycheck. It’s up to you.”

Colton finished dressing and sat down on the sofa. “Right, and the tips? How do they pay those?”

“If they choose to tip, they’ll add it after the date. We don’t take a cut of that. Also, no money exchanges hands during or after the date. They must go through the site if they want to tip you. If that happens, call us right away. We have strict regulations that must be followed for that.”

Colton thought about that for a few seconds and nodded. “Well, I’d like the job if you’re offering it.”

“I am.” Barrick sat forward and shook Colton’s hand. “Welcome aboard. You can fill out your paperwork now if you want. Madison can get your phone app and profile set up before you leave if you have time.”

“That sounds great. Thank you, Mr. Covington.” Colton smiled at him.

Barrick waved his hand. “Please, call me Barrick. You can’t call me Mr. Covington after I’ve had your d**k in my hand.” He laughed so hard his face turned red.

Colton joined in, laughing with him. Maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad after all. Going on dates and being paid for it sounded too good to be true. Hell, he dated every weekend before he lost his job. Now he’d get paid for it.