Best mates Alex and Aram huddled over the table as they nursed the last of their beers. Both lads had exhausted their overdrafts and they knew it would be their last night out for a while unless they could find a way to earn some extra cash.
Alex look around him despondently, "How come everyone else can afford to be out on the piss," he complained with a scowl, "so unfair."
Aram was more thoughtful and solution oriented than his English friend and wasn't really paying much attention to his moaning.
"Look, the thing is they can afford it because most of them are loaded rich kids and we're just not, that's something we need to accept and get on with," he said. "We knew that before we came here anyway."
They went to a prestigious university in a small provincial city, and whilst a lot of their fellow students hailed from wealthy backgrounds, theirs were more modest.
Alex came from a small family near London, they were comfortable, but his parents had decided to let him 'fend for himself' as they put it and weren't funding his 3-year uni course. He was slim, toned with short curly brown hair, green eyes, and was good looking in an unconventional sort of way.
Aram was from southern Spain, his family owned a small business and had saved for him to even come to uni in the UK, so extra funds for him to go out drinking with were out of the question. He was slim and physically similar in stature to his friend, both lads were quite short, Aram had long dark hair though, usually tied back in a rough pony tail, his skin was olive and he had beautiful brown eyes with long lashes.
"I need a piss," Alex announced as if hed just had some sort of epiphany, he stood, pushing his chair back, stretching and heading off in the direction of the toilets. On his way he paused at the notice board to see if there was any opportunities to earn some spare cash. There wasn't much but just as he was about to walk away, one advert caught his eye. It was small and tucked away right in the corner, someone had pinned a poster for a bar crawl almost over the top of it so it wasn't very visible.
"Wanted - models for a beauty therapy course, all ages and genders welcome, no experience needed." He read on, then, looking over his shoulder he unpinned the poster from the board, folded it and put it in his back pocket and carried on for his piss.
When he got back to Aram he took the poster from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of him, "What do you think of this?" he asked. "Could be good fun and it pays £15 an hour for nothing really!"
Aram studied the sheet, but looked doubtful, "what would they do to us? I don't wanna have any make up or any crap like that on me," he said, "I'm not sure about a bunch of students messing around with my hair an' shit."
"Don't be daft mate this looks good" Alex replied, "it's only 10 minutes from our place and probably a load of hot girls from the local college - this could be a win win!"
Aram looked dubiously back at the sheet.
"Go on, let's give it a go? We've got nothing to lose!" Alex offered enthusiastically.
"I guess, I mean if you're sure... oh go on then." Aram seemed to convince himself by checking again that his wallet still had no cash in (it didn't) and that his pint was still empty (it was). "Will you have a chat with them? I don't want any weird shit though" he said. "Come on, let's go, we're broke anyway.
The lads headed off back to Aram's flat, joking about the beauty modelling, "imagine if they gave you false eyelashes & nails mate," Alex said, "with your hair they'd think you were a drag queen haha."
Aram punched his mate jokingly on the shoulder, "whatever you say, I'll end up talent spotted as Britain's next top model you'll see!" He pretended to strut down an imaginary catwalk before tripping over his own big feet and landing in a hedge.
The boys pissed themselves laughing and carried on back to the flat, talking about what they'd do with the extra cash. Aram lived in a shared flat, Alex actually lived with his family just outside the city centre, but stayed with his best mate probably 2 or 3 nights a week, especially when they were going out for drinks.
Before he went to sleep though Alex looked across at Aram, already snoring gently on the other side of the room... 'fuck it I'm going to contact them' he decided. He emailed to the address on the poster, giving a few details about himself and said he also has a friend who would be interested, hit 'send' and then fell asleep himself.
The next morning he'd forgotten about the email and was contemplating what to have for breakfast, the cupboard was pretty bare... he found some oats tucked away at the back and made up some porridge... He was just flicking through social media when an email popped up.
"Hi Alex, thanks so much for your enquiry about modelling for the students at our training salon. We're always looking for new models! We have lots of females but not so many male volunteers so I was really pleased to get your email.
This might be short notice but we actually have a workshop next weekend, we had 1 male volunteer and 2 female volunteers lined-up but unfortunately the ladies have had to drop out for personal reasons. It's a half-day session, from 12-4 and we could pay you £60 each. Would you be free on Saturday by any chance?" the email was signed off by "Jay".
"Woohoo!" he crowed, he ran back to the bedroom to find Aram just getting out of the shower. "Mate, you'll never guess what - they replied already! We've got a gig next weekend - 60 quid each!"
"You emailed them? That beauty thing?" Aram replied, his eyes widening, "60 quid though.... thats good money for nothing much!"
He was tanned and lean, just under 6 feet tall with an athletic physique. As he chatted to Alex he finished drying himself off, the 2 boys were close, they'd spent a summer travelling together and were very relaxed in each other's company.
As Aram dried his hair Alex looked down at his bushy pubes and his uncut cock flopping from side to side. Alex knew his friends cock was a similar size to his own, he'd seen it many times before. It was about 3" soft and had a long overhanging foreskin. Distracted for a moment, Alex noticed that Aram's dick was more wrinkled than his own, his balls hung down low, they were bigger than his and pretty impressive he thought.
Aram had crazy tanlines after spending a few weeks with his cousins in Spain over the summer, his whole body was tanned except for the shape of his swimming shorts - that was a much paler shade of his warm olive skin tone.
Aram came over to Alex's side and read the message on his friend's phone, still towelling himself off. "This honestly sounds great," he announced, happy with the plan and the thought of the extra cash. He walked over to a pile of laundry and fished out a pair of nearly clean boxers, sniffed them and then slipped them on, "what do we actually need to do, does she say?"
"Nah not really," Alex replied, "let me ask her."
