Chapter 1: Gay for Pay

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Breathe in, breathe out, calm yourself, remember, everything is perfect. You are perf... A sound at the door caused my eyes to snap open, breaking my meditation. The mantra I constantly repeated did not just help to calm myself. It aided me in getting in character and preparing my deception. I couldn't be my normal laid back self, I had to be a great white right now.

I needed the cold determination, the fearlessness that they had. Sharks had the ability to wander the oceans without a care in the world? You know why? It's because they knew they were the toughest mother fuckers in the ocean. This was my ocean and I was the biggest and worst one out here.

I embodied this feeling as I looked over at the man in the other chair. His body language screamed prey. Adrian Lance came to me two days ago begging for help. He was seething with anger as he paced back and forth on my doorstep. He used shaky hands to smooth down the front of his blood covered shirt. A shirt that no doubt cost more than most people pay for rent.

It was a friend of mine who happened to also be his lawyer asked me to do what I do. What I was commissioned to do was provide an alibi for unfortunate souls like Adrian. I would have been awestruck by his fame had he not come to me under duress. By the end of those two, days, I knew that we would have to act quickly if we didn't want the police to show up before I could get everything set up. Thankfully his fame helped prolong it a bit.

My eyes glanced up as his annoying manager buzzed around us on his phone talking to the press. Finally, I had to tell him to shut up or get out. I didn't need some thick headed manager saying something that would screw things up. It would make my job that much harder.

Where most people fail at is thinking people are tried in the court system when it's really the media and society that condemns them. That decides their fate. With the type of fame that the people I worked for have, it doesn't matter how guilty you are. All that matter is how guilty you look. The first step to take in a case like Adrian's is to discredit the person pressing the charges against you.

In this case, Adrian's lover was about to go on air with a tell all about the beating he took at Adrian's hand. He also had the audacity to out him on tv. So I had Adrian do it first. I told his manager to book an appearance on a national news program to tell everyone that he was gay. With that one move, he would gain the support of the gay community. I then stressed the importance of discussing only that and his upcoming fight.

The second step was where my job could get difficult. Finding at least two or three others, myself included that could confirm you were where I said you were was the hardest part. Paying off the locals was always a nice touch. It doesn't matter how rich or poor those around you are. You wave a few thousand dollars in their face, and they all bite. That just left the police to deal with. They come to you with something to prove. Women detectives were the worst ones. They would use every intimidation technique in the book to force you to confessed.

As long as you stayed cool, and remembered your lines this was the easiest, and in my personal opinion, the best part of all. Taunting the police wasn't something anyone could do and get away with. It was the best ecstasy one could experience, better than an orgasm after years of not getting off. I was the best at what I did and. I've yet to meet anyone who could pull off a lie like me. How did I become the best? I worked from nothing to get where I am today. Blood, sweat, and a few nights in jail made me the man I am. I couldn't ask to be anything better. Not that I would ever ask.

I could see panic flitting about in his light gray eyes. Eyes that darted from the door to me, and back again. I stood up walking over to the door, and taking a peek outside. I could see two men standing on the other side of it. I knew the two that were at the door, in my line of work this wasn't the first time that I had run into Detective Kennedy Peterson, the old guy, and Mark Landon.

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