Okay.
Okay, I can do this.
Four years of journalism school, two years of mailroom work, two years of obits and fuck, I need a break in the worst way.
So when the old-queen photog--Al, his name was--suggested to me that there might be a way to break into features, or if not features, then at least the lifestyles pages? I said yes. Sure. Anything. Please.
Of course, I was thinking I'd interview drug dealers, puppy smugglers, people who thought they were psyvamps, maybe. I never thought that I'd be interviewing for a job at a ... God. These BDSM club things weren't real, were they?
I wiggle a little as I wait for the service door to open, the big building looks so huge, so cold, so ... unnerving in the pale moonlight. I'm in a pair of leather pants two sizes two small, a mesh shirt that my pale skin just glows milk white in and I look like a dork.
Al promised me a job interview, though. A chance to look around, to see, and I couldn't say no.
Even if planetary holo doesn't take it, one of those jerk-off cymags might and a byline is a byline.
When the door slides open, I blink up.
And up.
And up.
Christ, the dude is tall. "Hey. I ... I'm Nathaniel. I have an appointment. Albert set it up for me."
The guy looks me over from head to toe, one eyebrow going up in a way that clearly says "oh really".
"Follow me," is what he actually says though, and the tall dude turns and walks me past security and through a backroom. I can't get a really good look at anything though as we're moving pretty quickly.
Dude. Leather pants? Squeak.
A lot.
And hot?
Damn.
On the other hand, Mr. Tall and Quiet doesn't seem to be having the same problem with his leather pants. Maybe it's the laces up the sides.
We go up a lift, my ... guide not saying a word and then we're through a door into an office that has more light and a big desk. The guy pulls one of the chairs out for me and goes around to sit behind the wooden desk--real wood ... There's a stationary comm unit on it, a couple of smaller comms, a large cup and a bunch of ... well sex toys. A fat purple dildo and a silver plug and a whip, and a few things I'm not exactly sure I can identify.
I swallow. I can do this. I can.
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