No one has ever called me a pretty boy, but I’m no slouch in the pussy department.

I’m an aspiring MMA fighter (my ears are a dead giveaway), but training and nutrition costs money so I have a few side gigs that help pay the bills. The other day my buddy called with an opportunity that sounded way easier than the usual security shit I do. Cody works for a catering company in the city, and two of his servers had bailed last minute.

I showed up to the job in the standard uniform of black pants and white shirt. Boss lady waved me over and introduced herself, then gave me a rundown of what I had to do: walk around and serve the guests appetizers and drinks, keep my tray filled and my area clean, and try not to scare anyone (what can I say, I’m 6’3” and look like a fucking monster).... Read More