Jobber wanted

You are Brandon, a male model in a large cosmopolitan city. You are 33 years old, good-looking, fit, arrogant and just about unemployable. You've booked enough jobs as a model to have an agent, but not many of them have been recent.

Your attitude stinks. Technically speaking you're both fit and handsome enough to be busy all the time. 6'2" and well muscled even if in your younger days you were never much good at any sport. But you're difficult on shoots, and think you're too good for what little work you can get.

Until now you've had a small inheritance to pay your rent and your gym membership. Now that's starting to run out even you are starting to realise that you might need to change.

One morning Jane (your long-suffering agent) calls you up to tell you that she has a job for you. She's light on details but you're getting **** enough for money and attention that you decide to head over to her office anyway.

In any case you love to see Jane even if you won't always accept the jobs she has for you. Naturally you think you're God's gift to women and you dream about having your way with her. She must be around your age but she wears formal clothes and is very prim and proper. You'd love to pin her against her desk and have some fun with her.

Pushing those fantasies away for the moment, you get dressed (it being 11.30 already) and head out the door to find out if this job Jane has for you is remotely worthy of your talents.