Anything to help

It was a tough position to be in but you swore that this year you were going to push yourself to be better and this was your chance.

The process was a blur after you said yes, make up and hair adjustments blinked past you as you coped with your choice.

Soon you were standing behind a curtain, on the other side was the remainder of the party, dozens and dozens of people expecting some professional singer.

You closed your eyes and tried to steady your nerve, focusing on the song that was more or less read off to you like a script.

“Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m hazy, but all i know you and me....” to your left stands Gem giving you her most supportive face that only really made it worse.

A piano cue chimes in and the lights are dimmed, the curtain opens and on shaky legs you step out onto the stage.

A deep blue light shining down in a small ring around you as the tune carriers along.

You look out into the crowd and your heart sinks, you can’t make them out with the dim light but that only makes the crowd feel bigger.

Like a all consuming tidal wave that threatens to swallow you whole if you dared to slip up.

Your mouth goes dry and your hands tremble as you imagine them laughing at you, pointing and making jokes as your heart pounds in your chest like a drum.

Your so lost in your own head you hardly notice as the lights go up and the crowd applauds, applauds what?

You didn’t realize it at the time but in your panicked state you instinctively sang the song giving to you.

Sure the tune was a bit off and you stood there trembling like a leaf throughout the song but it came off as genuine you suppose.

Kinda like a shy girl at a talent show type of genuine.

After the song gem came out a mix of relief and pride on her face as she wrapped her arms around you tightly.

“That was incredible! Really you show some serious potential kid!” She says.

You were just happy to not be on stage anymore, you had completely forgotten the pay when it was suddenly pressed into your palm by a smiling Gem.

“Say I know a few folks in the music industry, if you ever think about working in the industry let me know ok?”

Money in hand you weigh your options, it seems smart, having an in with some people in charge gives you a leg up.... and well.... sounds kinda fun....

And it’s not like you can make it in an office job, it’s completely dominated by futas, best case scenario is that you be the personal assistant to some pent up futa and be harassed daily.

And forgot about any type of labor job, no one would even consider hiring you when they could get a bigger stronger futa instead.

So that would pretty much leave the typical career paths for males, various levels of the sex industry, being a house male, or work unreliable odd jobs.

None of those really appeal to you... you also want to be someone, not just another male who lives to get filled up.

So you tell her that your interested in meeting a view of these contacts, she shrieks excitedly and runs off to apparently make some calls leaving you alone now.