A bar is hiring

A bar about a mile away has an wanted ad, so you begin to read.

• The Eagle is hiring energetic young men to work as servers and more. Those seekng employment must be confident in their own bodies, as they will be required to show skin.
• Must be atleast 18 years old. If employed, uniforms will be given. When applying, please send a shirtless photo and your measurements, so uniform can be made easily.
• Please also state any limits you may have regarding duties that will be preformed

Well you are confident in yourself, and figure they are looking to make a male version of hooters... which could make you the money you need easily so you won’t have to work near as much. You had never hear of this bar, so atleast your friends are not likely to show up and hassle you either.

You decide to send an email, including a photo and your stats. 5’7, 130 lbs, with a 30 inch waist. You don’t know what they mean by limits, guessing that it is for those who have bad backs or something, so you just put at the end of the email no limits. It doesn’t take long until you get a response, asking you to come in tomorrow, Friday at 3 pm.

Well that was quick, you got a job lined up in under an hour of searching. Stretching out on your bed you feel pretty pleased with yourself, as you send a text to your parents saying you are employed, so they get off your back. You spend the rest of the night on your laptop, ignoring the outside world .

You wake up around 11 in the morning in a good mood. Yea you would prefer not to work, but possibly getting free drinks at a bar and good spending money while you work has you looking at it in a better light. You shower, shave the little facial hair you can grow, and get dressed. You don’t think to hard about what to wear, since they will be providing the outfits, and throw on your least wrinkled dark jeans and a black drop kick Murphy’s hoody.

Being without a car you walk through the brisk winter weather down to the bar, taking just about twenty minutes. Though you’ve passed by it’s location before, you had never noticed it. Just off the heart of downtown, on one of the less crowded streets, it sits with the neon letters “The Eagle” over it’s metal door. The large front windows are blacked out, framed by older bricks that connect it to the shops on either side. It is 15 minutes before three, so you are not sure if they are even open. You decide to try the door, and though locked you knock loudly.