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Last Resort
1 reviewIt's his first day. He gets a warning right off the bat. How will it turn out?
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Of all jobs I could have chosen, why I chose this one, I really don’t know. All I do know is that I was struggling and I needed a way to get money. I mean, I could have been a paper boy or someone who dresses in a lobster costume and gets people to come into a restaurant. But I didn’t want to do either of those. I was 18, homeless, and didn’t have much of any other choice.
As it was, however, I was in the sketchiest part of the big city of Los Angeles. As I stood in front of this graffitied brick building, I was pretty sure I saw a drug deal happen, a possum being chased by a skunk, and a prostitute shooting heroin. I knew that this wasn’t a good idea. I knew I should turn back, get in my car, and go find a job elsewhere. But against my wishes, my hand reached up to the door in a fist and knocked several times. I stood there for a good minute or two before a small hole opened up in the middle of the door, “Code.”
“…Code?” I didn’t know a code. The guy nodded and gave me a bored look. I didn’t know a fucking code, “I’m here for an interview?” maybe that would work? If he knew that, maybe he’d let me in regardless. The guy over the phone should have told me there was a code. The asshole didn’t tell me anything. Unless I was at the wrong place.
“What’s your name?”
“Brendon—”
“Urie?”
“Yeah.”
The hole closed with a bang and I gasped. Okay, well, I guess I should just go then. This was just a whole new level of success, wasn’t it? Just as I turned, I heard the door open and the guy scoffed, “Where do you think you’re going?”
I turned back around and saw a guy dressed in a pearl-colored robe, crossing his arms over his chest. He had shaggy brown hair and enough facial hair that, if it were white, I’d call him the skinny Santa Claus. I bit my lip and walked over. He moved to let me in and I walked past him. I saw everyone else wearing robes of different colors, all chatting and running lines. I looked at the shaggy-haired brunette who gestured for me to follow him. So I did.
He pushed open a door and said to a man I couldn’t quite see, “The newbie’s here,” followed by the unidentified male saying something along the lines of ‘Let him in.’ Skinny Santa Claus left, leaving me with… shorty? He had to be 5’5”, MAYBE 5’6”, but he was definitely shorter than me. And yet he had this air of authority. This was probably helped by the fact that he wasn’t wearing a robe, but a suit instead. He walked over to me and walked around me a couple times before going back over to the desk and leaning against it, crossing his arms.
“So your name is Brendon Urie, correct?” I nodded and he rubbed his chin, scanning over me, “Strip.”
STRIP?! Wait, why was I surprised? I was here for that reason. Of course I’d have to get naked. So I obliged. I slowly pulled off each article of clothing. I refrained from covering my genitals with my hands. I watched as he chuckled at my uncomfortableness.
“Okay, so you have a good sized penis…” he walked around me once again, “Mmm, and a scrumptious ass too,” he went back over to the desk and leaned against it once more, “You have a good body for this. I’m just not sure where to place you. Ah, I know. I’ll put you…” he smirked, “I’ll put you in your own category. You’ll have to have a show with each person at least once just to see where I should place you most easily. And I have one question for you…” only one? But wasn’t this an interview? Or was this just his chance to see what I look like? Probably the latter, “Are you a virgin?”
“Uh… If I am, does that mean I don’t get the job?” Shorty just laughed and smirked. That scared me. I gulped, “Yeah?”
He chuckled evilly, “Good. Now put your briefs on and the man you met earlier will lead you to your room. You will be living here with the others until you are either too old or too ugly to do this anymore, alright?” and a wave of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to find somewhere to live. I just nodded. I pulled on my underwear and walked out. Skinny Santa Claus looked me up and down and shook his head. He led me to a room and gestured. I walked in and he walked away.
Wait, I had to share a room with someone? Great, just great. I sat down on my side of the room and saw a card. I picked it up and on the cover, it said ‘Welcome!’ with a heart underneath it that had a smilie face inside of it. I laughed a little. I opened it and read the note inside, ‘Hi Brendon! I’m Bill. I’m your roommate. :) Welcome to the live show! I really hope you like it here. It is hard at first (no pun intended) but it becomes more fun. Everyone who works here is really nice, except Ryan. Watch out for him. Otherwise, I’ll see you tonight at dinner! XOXO Bill~’ I smiled and set it down on the table.
I lay back on the bed with a sigh. Then I noticed there was a schedule next to my bed. I sat up to look at it. The first two weeks of the month had nothing in any of the days, but each day of the last two weeks of the month (except the weekends) had my name highlighted. I assumed that the person below my name was my pair. Tomorrow was Monday. I put my finger under the number of the date and looked at who I was paired with. Ryan Ross. ’except Ryan. Watch out for him.’ I gulped. Well, crap. I’d lose my virginity to an ass. Great. Well, this is what I get for joining the live porn industry.
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A/N: Well, uh, yeah, this is the story I'm replacing Otherworldly and I Love Your Hands with. I really do hope you enjoyed it. It's uh... A little weird, but it's an idea that's been floating around in my head for a while. I did some research and this isn't really what live shows are like, but I shaped it to work for my story. :P Please rate and review! :)
As it was, however, I was in the sketchiest part of the big city of Los Angeles. As I stood in front of this graffitied brick building, I was pretty sure I saw a drug deal happen, a possum being chased by a skunk, and a prostitute shooting heroin. I knew that this wasn’t a good idea. I knew I should turn back, get in my car, and go find a job elsewhere. But against my wishes, my hand reached up to the door in a fist and knocked several times. I stood there for a good minute or two before a small hole opened up in the middle of the door, “Code.”
“…Code?” I didn’t know a code. The guy nodded and gave me a bored look. I didn’t know a fucking code, “I’m here for an interview?” maybe that would work? If he knew that, maybe he’d let me in regardless. The guy over the phone should have told me there was a code. The asshole didn’t tell me anything. Unless I was at the wrong place.
“What’s your name?”
“Brendon—”
“Urie?”
“Yeah.”
The hole closed with a bang and I gasped. Okay, well, I guess I should just go then. This was just a whole new level of success, wasn’t it? Just as I turned, I heard the door open and the guy scoffed, “Where do you think you’re going?”
I turned back around and saw a guy dressed in a pearl-colored robe, crossing his arms over his chest. He had shaggy brown hair and enough facial hair that, if it were white, I’d call him the skinny Santa Claus. I bit my lip and walked over. He moved to let me in and I walked past him. I saw everyone else wearing robes of different colors, all chatting and running lines. I looked at the shaggy-haired brunette who gestured for me to follow him. So I did.
He pushed open a door and said to a man I couldn’t quite see, “The newbie’s here,” followed by the unidentified male saying something along the lines of ‘Let him in.’ Skinny Santa Claus left, leaving me with… shorty? He had to be 5’5”, MAYBE 5’6”, but he was definitely shorter than me. And yet he had this air of authority. This was probably helped by the fact that he wasn’t wearing a robe, but a suit instead. He walked over to me and walked around me a couple times before going back over to the desk and leaning against it, crossing his arms.
“So your name is Brendon Urie, correct?” I nodded and he rubbed his chin, scanning over me, “Strip.”
STRIP?! Wait, why was I surprised? I was here for that reason. Of course I’d have to get naked. So I obliged. I slowly pulled off each article of clothing. I refrained from covering my genitals with my hands. I watched as he chuckled at my uncomfortableness.
“Okay, so you have a good sized penis…” he walked around me once again, “Mmm, and a scrumptious ass too,” he went back over to the desk and leaned against it once more, “You have a good body for this. I’m just not sure where to place you. Ah, I know. I’ll put you…” he smirked, “I’ll put you in your own category. You’ll have to have a show with each person at least once just to see where I should place you most easily. And I have one question for you…” only one? But wasn’t this an interview? Or was this just his chance to see what I look like? Probably the latter, “Are you a virgin?”
“Uh… If I am, does that mean I don’t get the job?” Shorty just laughed and smirked. That scared me. I gulped, “Yeah?”
He chuckled evilly, “Good. Now put your briefs on and the man you met earlier will lead you to your room. You will be living here with the others until you are either too old or too ugly to do this anymore, alright?” and a wave of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to find somewhere to live. I just nodded. I pulled on my underwear and walked out. Skinny Santa Claus looked me up and down and shook his head. He led me to a room and gestured. I walked in and he walked away.
Wait, I had to share a room with someone? Great, just great. I sat down on my side of the room and saw a card. I picked it up and on the cover, it said ‘Welcome!’ with a heart underneath it that had a smilie face inside of it. I laughed a little. I opened it and read the note inside, ‘Hi Brendon! I’m Bill. I’m your roommate. :) Welcome to the live show! I really hope you like it here. It is hard at first (no pun intended) but it becomes more fun. Everyone who works here is really nice, except Ryan. Watch out for him. Otherwise, I’ll see you tonight at dinner! XOXO Bill~’ I smiled and set it down on the table.
I lay back on the bed with a sigh. Then I noticed there was a schedule next to my bed. I sat up to look at it. The first two weeks of the month had nothing in any of the days, but each day of the last two weeks of the month (except the weekends) had my name highlighted. I assumed that the person below my name was my pair. Tomorrow was Monday. I put my finger under the number of the date and looked at who I was paired with. Ryan Ross. ’except Ryan. Watch out for him.’ I gulped. Well, crap. I’d lose my virginity to an ass. Great. Well, this is what I get for joining the live porn industry.
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A/N: Well, uh, yeah, this is the story I'm replacing Otherworldly and I Love Your Hands with. I really do hope you enjoyed it. It's uh... A little weird, but it's an idea that's been floating around in my head for a while. I did some research and this isn't really what live shows are like, but I shaped it to work for my story. :P Please rate and review! :)
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