. I work in a young men’s shop in the mall, you know the one, hot guy pictures up on the walls and hotter ones on our shopping bags. The shop is a dim environment with current dance style music pumping out of the high end speakers placed every few feet up on the ceiling. I was hired not for my sales skills but my looks, it is one of those jobs you just can not get if you don’t have the perfect body, teeth and face, and they can teach you the rest. I am 24 years old, blonde hair that is just a bit shaggy around the edges, blue eyes that I am often told captivate peoples attention, I work out everyday to maintain the flat washboard six pack stomach. People come into the shop, and fuss over me, making up reasons for me to help them, sometimes very transparent. The guys are worse than the girls. One guy about 36ish asked me to try on a tee shirt so he could see the fit as I was about his nephew’s size, we go back to the area of the fitting rooms and I pee...
By Seth Cybertar