I had to write a small piece about myself. I started with my name, age and where I grew up. They were the simple parts. I put my occupation as barman, as I didn't want to say I was unemployed and get into that whole story. They wanted to know what kind of guys I liked and what I liked doing in bed. I could write forever about that.
'We need to get some pictures now,' said Angel.
'Okay,' I said, 'I'll pick out a cute outfit.'
'No,' said Angel. 'The kind of photos we need don't require you to be wearing anything.'
'Oh!'
'So go and grab a shower, do your hair and make sure everything down there looks tidy.'
'But how are we going to do this? I can't take my clothes off in front of you.'
'Oh honey, you can't be shy. If you get the job, everyone on Canal Street will be seeing you naked. Besides, I've already seen it.'
'I know, but I will feel weird.'
'Will you'd better get over it soon, because we need to take these pictures and you've only got me to take them.'
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General FictionMilo is living his best life. He works at a bar in Manchester's gay village. He spends his evenings at work chatting to hot guys and having drinks bought for him. He's his boss's favourite, so can get away with anything and is given all the best shi...
