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  “HI!” she stood and teetered over to him on a pair of sky high, needle thin heels in a dress that had to be two sizes too small for her double D chest. “I’m Cassie, and you must be Christopher, it’s nice to meet you.” She shoved her tiny hand up towards his chest. At 6 foot 2, Chris towered over most people and the tiny brunette in front of him could likely fit in his back pocket.

  He gently took her hand, and remembering his manners, pulled it up as he leaned down, kissing the tops of her fingers. “Yes, it’s just Chris though, nice to meet you ma’am.” He poured every drop of his southern roots into the word ma’am and grinned a little as Cassie melted into a puddle at his feet.

  “Oh, well, aren’t you just the gentleman?” she cooed, batting her fake eyelashes. While he could not deny the beauty that was hidden underneath ten gallons of Cover Girl, he generally liked his women a bit more rough around the edges.

  Chris smiled down at her and nodded. Cassie turned and plucked a clip board piled high with papers and a pen off her desk, then turned back around and shoved it at Chris. “Here ya go darling.” She gave it her best, but it just came out like back alley valley girl. “Have a seat right there,” she pointed to a row of chairs behind him along the wall. “And fill all those out, and then just holler when you’re done and I’ll let Victor know you’re here!” She made her way through a door across the room, and Chris sat and started filling out the mountain of papers before him.

  To Chris, it seemed like he sat there waiting for Victor for hours, but in reality it was probably not long at all. He was nervous, and that nervousness all but made the clock stand still. Right about the time his brain started trying to talk him out of following through with it, the door opened again and a very large man with a foreign accent called him back. He followed the guy through the winding halls as he told Chris the history of All Cocks, how he was an immigrant from Romania, coming to America with the promise of life, liberty, happiness and all that crap.

  As soon as the guy, Victor, said he was originally from Romania, Chris took a second look at his appearance. He was as tall as Chris, but thinner with shoulder length jet black hair. His skin was milky white and when he turned and Chris really looked at his face he saw eyes as black as his hair and, yep he thought, Dracula. It was the accent, the black on white and the build, the man just looked like he could tear your heart out with his bare hands. Chris chuckled and Victor gave him a questioning look over his shoulder. Chris just waved him off.

  Victor finally showed him into a room that was set up like a living room. There were two big, fluffy couches, a long coffee table full of more paperwork, a recorder and a camera. Chris hesitated just inside the door and then was almost knocked off his feet as Cassie barreled into him from behind carrying a tray with a carafe and two cups on it. She whistled as she waltzed in, set the carafe and the cups on the table and then spun the tray in one hand as she tottered back out the door on her too high heels.

  “Come, sit,” Victor said, and Chris did as he was told. “Coffee?” he asked, Chris nodded and Victor launched into the strangest job interview Chris had ever witnessed, and he had been on a lot of interviews in the past two years.

  “So, you contacted us through one of our flyers, that is telling me you already know the core of our business here at All Cocks.” Victor paused and looked at Chris, waiting for an answer so Chris just nodded.

  “Good, good. The reason we have you fill out all the paperwork in beginning is so we can get a feel for what you are and are not willing to do when you start. Most of our models continue to negotiate terms of their contracts over the first few months of employment, getting their feet wet and realizing what they can and cannot do sexually, so to speak.” Victor sat back and crossed his legs, taking a long draw of his coffee and eyeing Chris over his cup. At a loss for words, Chris just nodded again which seemed to be enough of an acknowledgement for Victor.

  “This interview is meant to be informal, a getting to know each other type of situation, that is the purpose of the more relaxed environment you are feeling here. So, I am asking you a few questions based on what I see on your papers and you let me know if what I will be assuming is correct, okay?” Chris was at a loss for words, he sat stupidly silent, unsure of what to say in response.

  “Are you having second thoughts already?” Victor asked, setting his cup down on the table and eyeing Chris cautiously for the first time since they met.

  “Oh, no… no, no, sorry. This is just… well, it’s all very surreal and I’m not sure where my head is right now. But no, I’m not walking out just yet. Please, continue.” Chris was babbling, he sat his cup down as well and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans.

  “I am understanding your hesitancy Christopher.” Victor’s barely broken English actually helped Chris relax a bit.

  “Just Chris,” he said.

  “Okay, Just Chris.” Victor smiled at him and his black eyes gleamed. What was that called again? Oh yes, glamour, the Vampire was using his mind powers to loosen Chris up. The thought made Chris grin from ear to ear, and Victor returned the smile. No way the big guy could know exactly what Chris was smiling about. It took everything Chris had not to bust out laughing right then.

  “You stated in your application that you are straight, so my first suggesting to you would be to allow me to introduce you to one of our more experienced straight models. While we like to hire gay or bi-sexual men here, we do take on models that are gay for pay, for lack of better term. So, let me ask you just Chris, have you ever been with other man in any way?”

  “Umm.. No.” Chris choked out his response, his jovial mood from just moments before vanished with Victor’s question. Victor laughed for the first time and it was so loud and vibrant, Chris couldn’t help but smile again.

  “Is okay Just Chris, I already knowing who I want to mentor you. We have a guy, Jordan; he has been with us for years now. He is straight as an arrow, is that the right term?” Victor asked Chris, he just nodded. “Yes, an arrow, but he shoots the best scenes for us. I think you could learn a lot from him and he is friendly guy. I call him when we finish here, are you available this weekend to meet with him?” Chris nodded again, he wasn’t sure where his voice had run off too, he’d been reduced to simple head nods.

  “Rest assured Just Chris, your level of comfort is vital to your performance. We will never make you do anything you are not being comfortable with, never be fear of saying no. What I would like to do first is introduce you to some of our models and then we will set up a time later in the week for you to come out to the house and see some of our shoots. Maybe do an online introduction for… wait, we need to decide what name you will use on the site.” Victor sat forward in his seat, waiting for Chris to say something.

  “What do you mean the name I’ll use, I won’t use my own name?” Chris asked, and immediately flushed at how stupid he felt. Of course no one used their real names with what he’d seen online. Bravo Delta and Blaze Law, no parent could have tagged their kid with such names. “Sorry, I see what you are saying, anonymity. Right. Honestly, there is no one in my life that cares that doesn’t already know I’m considering this, so Chris is as good a name as any for me.”

  Victor sat back then and gave Chris a sad smile, he clearly understood what Chris was, or actually wasn’t saying.

  “How about we call you Kris, with a K?” he asked. Chris thought for moment and agreed, at least it would allow him that one degree of separation from all this craziness he was fixing to dive head first into. Time seemed to fly by after that. Victor took him through a tour of the offices which housed only the business side of things. There was one room with a bed and a few mundane pictures on the walls, a camera and some lights standing in the corner. Victor explained this was where most models shot their introductory scenes. It was also used for the occasional shoot when they brought models in that weren’t comfortable driving out to the house.

  Apparently most of All Cocks business was conducted from the home Victor shared
with his partners on the outskirts of the city. “Porn is an uncomfortable business from the start Chris, so my partners and I make a conscious decision from start to create a comfortable environment for our models, that way we making sure we get the most honest response from our endeavors,” Victor told him as they made their way back toward the lobby where he started, how many hours ago?

  “Let me ask you this Chris, why is it you are wanting to come to work for me? What has brought you here?” Victor had stopped in the middle of the hall, just a few doors down from the exit, so close to a clean getaway Chris thought. He didn’t know how honest he should be right then, but then he thought about how honest Victor had been with him in the little time they’d spent together, and decided to be just as honest with him.

  “You already know from reading my application,” Chris said the word while making finger quotes in the air, “That I have a record, involuntary manslaughter, it’s a lovely story that I’ll share with you should we spend more time together. In all honesty, I’m broke and I have no other options Victor. I’m tired of being a drain on my best friend and his boyfriend. I’m tired of feeling worthless and depressed, having to drag my ass out of bed in the mornings. I just want to have something to do, somewhere to go, I want to matter to…. well, to anyone actually.” Chris was so close to crying and he couldn’t even figure out why. What was it about his man that made Chris want to tell him all his deep, dark secrets? Definitely a vampire with those brainwashing powers he had seen on the HBO show, True Blood.

  Victor gave him a genuinely sad smile, reaching up and gripping his shoulder tight with his long, thin fingers. For just a moment, Chris mind flashed back to one of his high school football games. It was his freshman year and he was still getting used to playing with all the new guys at his high school, they’d won, of course, and his father jogged toward him out on the field with a huge grin on his face. As he approached a then much smaller Chris he reached out and placed his larger hand on his son’s shoulder, gripping it much like Victor was doing right then.

  “Chris, are you okay?” Victor’s melodic Transylvanian voice brought Chris out of the memory and he sniffed, realizing he had gone misty eyed at just the memory of the love he once got from his father. A man that now loathed his son with every fiber of his being.

  “Yeah, I’m good.” Chris attempted to smile. Certain it came across as more of a grimace judging by the knowing glare Victor gave him.

  “I am thinking that there is more to your life that I should be knowing, am I right Just Chris?” in that moment, Chris stared at the man in front of him, seeing him as more than just this Count Dracula persona Chris had given him. As more than just a guy that owned an internet porn company. No, there was something very fatherly about the firm but almost caring grip Victor had on his shoulder, and the concern in the deep black pools that were his eyes seemed genuine.

  Chris just nodded and choked back a sob, he wanted to bury his head in Victor’s chest and cry until his heart stopped hurting. What the hell was it about his man, this virtual stranger that had Chris ready to lay himself bare at the man’s feet?!

  Victor just nodded and pulled Chris back inside, back toward the room they’d just left. “Okay, we are changing the plans; you are coming home with me for dinner, yes?” Victor posed the question as if Chris had the choice to deny his request, but as he drug Chris back down the hallway behind him, Chris just smiled and nodded, not even thinking about the fact that Victor couldn’t hear his head bobbing.

  ~ Chapter 3 | Partners ~

  Chris called Michael on the way out to Mamaroneck, a very small township of New York that was about an hour drive from the city. Michael was none too pleased that Chris was travelling outside of the city with a man he’d just met, but Victor demanded to speak with Chris’s roommate who was shouting so loud at Chris that Victor could hear every word where he sat across from Chris, on the other side of the car. After a couple minutes of that entrancing voice, Victor handed the phone back to Chris and Michael was much more accepting of the arrangement. Apparently Chris was going to spend the night at Victor’s home and ride back into the city with him tomorrow.

  As they drove out of the city limits, the scenery became more vivid and bright, the leaves on the trees shining brightly in the midday sun. When the driver pulled off onto a gravel road and the trees opened up to a road that ran parallel with the water Chris gasped. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered, and Victor agreed. There were boats and houses lining the water front area they now drove beside, and soon the car turned onto a dirt lined driveway and stopped next to a simple but elegant brick home with white trim. It was three stories with a huge yard that looked out over the water. There was a large tree with a tire swing attached to it that sat adjacent to a large porch that wrapped around one half of the house.

  Chris climbed out of the town car and quickly headed toward the side of the yard that looked out onto the water. The green of the grass dropped into the blue water of the lake, the colors blending together flawlessly, it was nothing if not beautiful. A slamming door made him jump and turn. Stepping off the screened in back porch was a tall, lean man with black curly hair and eyes so blue, Chris could see them even from the distance. He quickly approached Victor, giving him a hug before leaning back and giving the man a short, but still somewhat intimate kiss on the lips. He turned toward Chris and smiled, extending his hand as he walked toward him, “You must be Chris; I’m Andrew, Victor’s partner.”

  The screen door slammed again and three more guys joined them in the yard: Gabe, Kory and Ashton. Gabe was short and slim with long blonde hair that was tied back in a ponytail. Chris thought that if he were looking at Gabe from a distance, he might mistake him for a woman. Kory was tall and broad, much like Chris, but he had short, buzzed, dull brown hair and equally dull brown eyes. Ashton was familiar to Chris, though he couldn’t place from where. His skin was a deep, dark bronze and his brown hair had golden streaks in it, most likely from the sun. Chris held his hand a little longer than the others, “Do I know you from somewhere?” He asked, certain that they’d met before.

  “I don’t think so,” Ashton said playfully, holding onto Chris’s hand a little tighter while he eyed Chris up and down, very slowly. “I think I’d remember meeting your fine ass,” he said, running his tongue over his bottom lip, then winking at Chris. Before Chris could come up with an appropriate response, Victor smacked Ashton on the ass and shooed him and the other guys back towards the house. He then turned and wrapped an arm around Chris’s shoulder and started walking them toward the house, explaining that the three guys Chris just met were all models for All Cocks, his extended family basically.

  The rowdy bunch made their way back inside the house, and Chris was astonished yet again. Just inside the screened in porch that held a variety of wicker lawn furniture, a fire pit and a flat screen TV was an enormous kitchen with two refrigerators and a very large, scary looking stove. A long marble counter stretched across the middle of the kitchen, with an even larger dining table that housed twelve chairs off to the far side of the room.

  The back door slammed shut again, but this time Chris didn’t jump; he already associated the sound with this big, rowdy house. Two more guys came running in wearing swim trunks, towels wrapped around their necks, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the wood tiled floor. Andrew barked at them, “Boys, really?! I’ve told you umpteen times to dry off BEFORE you come inside!” it was obvious that Andrew’s bark was far worse than his bite by the mirth that Chris saw in those blue eyes, and the fact that he smiled somewhat adoringly at the two guys that blushed at their mutual berating.

  Everyone in the house laughed when one of the wet ones said, “Yes, Mother!” in response to Andrews ranting.

  More introductions were made and Chris swore he’d have a migraine trying to remember who everyone was in the end. But one name caught his attention; Jordan. That was the straight model for All Cocks that Victor told Chris he was going to partner him with to learn th
e ins and outs of the industry. Chris was about to ask, just to make sure, but Jordan beat him to it.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Victor called me earlier and filled me in a little on your situation, said he wanted me to be available for any questions you had. So maybe, after dinner we can talk?” Jordan gave him a grin that was all white teeth framed by a Grizzly Adams beard.

  “Yeah, I’d appreciate that. I think I’m a little out of my element here.” Chris joked and Jordan clapped his back, leading him off toward the kitchen to find a couple beers. Chris didn’t even notice the guy that had walked in with Jordan was watching him closely as they made their way into the kitchen.

  “Honest Abe!” Kory called out to Linc as he watched the newest member of their odd little family walk out onto the porch with Jordan. He ignored the dig on his name. Kory was drunk, he could tell by the tone of his voice. Linc was too busy watching Chris at the moment to deal with Kory’s usual antics. My god but the man was beautiful. Linc leaned on the back of the couch and pretended to be interested in what the guys were watching on the TV, but he was actually watching Jordan and Chris through the window.