When I was in college money was hard to come by most of the time. In fact, I had enough debt in school loans that I didn't think I'd ever get free. I was working minimum wage jobs, and it only paid enough to keep me in fast food and my monthly membership to the gym. I'd goofed off long enough with little jobs for a time and finally got myself into college to try and get a job that paid enough to live on.
The only thing that kept me sane was working out. You know pumping Iron until my muscles burned like fire. I admit I was obsessed with how my body looked, but everyone needs a hobby. And I wanted to be the next Arnold Schwarzenegger, but it never happened. What did happen was it got me one of the wildest jobs I've ever had!
At 24 I was pretty damn buff! I had the 6-pack abs, big biceps and chest, and a tiny waist. I'd also been blessed with being tall and good looking. At least that's what the girls I managed to get in my bed told me. All I knew was that it wasn't all that difficult for me to pick up almost any female that struck my fancy.
Sex was easy for me to get, and the ladies seemed to like the size of Jimmy. I started calling my penis Jimmy back in high school when some of my friends on the football team saw me in the shower. I was getting dressed, and this kid named Nate had forgotten his combination to his lock. He saw me naked and said, "Hey Jase, bring that big dick over here and Jimi this lock open!"
Everybody was standing around and started laughing and pointing at my cock. I guess it was big enough for them to make fun of it back then, but I was the one laughing now. I could get laid anytime I wanted, and Nate had turned into a real nerd with an ugly wife telling him what to do all the time. If they knew about what I ended up doing for work, they would have crapped in their pants!
Anyway back to how this all got started.
I was working out one afternoon, and it was hot as hell in the college gym. I had shorts and tennis shoes on with my weight belt pumping iron like a mad man when this lady came in. She had on a business suit and wasn't bad looking. Sort of prim and proper, not much over five foot five, relatively thin with a nice rack. She was acting like she owned the place and I wondered if she was college staff until I saw her eyes.
She was looking over all the guys like she was shopping. It wasn't that unusual because lots of times college girls would check us out... giggle and go on their way. I was surprised when she stopped next to me and watched me on the bench press.
I finished my set and sat up with a sweaty body, and my arms were pumped up hard as rocks.
"Excuse me can I bother you for a minute?" She asked.
"Sure, what's on your mind?"
The woman was around thirty-something and not bad looking for her age.
"Are you looking for work by any chance?"
"Yeah, I'm always looking for a way to make some money."
"My name is Melanie, call me Mel for short." She said and offered me her hand to shake.
"I'd like you to come down to my office and have an interview when you have time."
I stood up, and she was appraising my body with her eyes. I was pretty used to that but not from an older woman.
"What kind of job?" I asked.
"All I can tell you now is that you can make some serious money. If you come down for an interview, I'll explain it in detail. Are you interested?"
I thought it was kind of mysterious, but it wasn't like the local Taco Bell had made me sign a contract, so I agreed.
Mel and I worked out the time, and she wrote it down on the back of a business card. I looked at the card as she walked out and all it said on the front was, "H4H Inc." It said Melanie Griffin President, along with the address. That seemed a bit strange to me, but I tossed the card in my gym bag and headed for my dorm.
The next afternoon when my classes were over I drove down to the "Warren Suites" on the west side of Tampa. It was a tall office building with black glass windows. When I got inside and looked at the directory in the lobby, most of the building was full of wealthy people. You know Doctors, lawyers, investments, etc. I'm sure you know what I mean; you probably have the same kind of place in your town. Tampa seems to attract money, so it wasn't all that unusual as I punched the button on the elevator.
I rode the glass elevator up to the 14th floor and found the door marked, "H4H Inc." and went inside.
There was a cute girl around my age working behind an enormous mahogany desk.
"Can I help you?" She smiled at me.
"I'm here to see Ms. Griffin."
"You must be Jason Samuelson."
"Sure am."
"I'll let Mel know that you're here. Please have a seat."
I sat down on a leather chair and looked at the magazines. They didn't give away any clues as to what sort of business it was. Magazines like "People and Time," Neatly stacked on the expensive coffee table.
I noticed the girl checking me out occasionally as I waited. I considered asking her out but was interrupted when Mel came out of a big door.
"Hi Jason," she said, I'm glad you decided to show up."
I followed her into the biggest office I'd ever seen. It had a large, luxurious looking desk on one side. A large wet bar with several expensive leather chairs on the other. And damn, The back wall was all glass looking down on the city!
Mel motioned me to a chair in front of her desk and took off her suit coat. I had to admit the woman had some nice looking firm round tits barely held in check by her white blouse. They didn't look real, to round and perfect if you get my drift.
"I'm glad you came in Jason. It's so nice to see you again!"
"Thanks," I told her, "People usually just call me Jase."
"Okay Jase, let me explain what we do here at H4H."
I interrupted her, "What does that stand for?"
She gave me a big smile and sat back sticking her chest out, "It stands for Hunks for Hire. We supply men...dancers to private parties, events, etc."
I understood where she was going with that right away, "Male strippers like those Chip N Dale guys?"
"Exactly, but those guys keep their speedo's on. The guys that work for me have to take it all off."
She studied my face to see what my reaction would be.
I kept my composure, "And you want me to be a stripper?"
"Let's just say you have lots of potential. You are a tall, good Looking guy, with a buff body that women dream about."
I was sitting there wondering what it would be like to run around naked in front of a bunch of strange women. I guessed I could do it if I had a few beers, or the money was right.
"I'm not much of a dancer," I told her.
"Trust me these clients don't give a damn about your dancing skills. They want to get drunk, feel you up, and wish you were going to take them to bed."
"So you want to make me a male whore?" I asked, a little pissed by her insinuation.
