Checking Out the Goods

“All right, sonny. Now let’s see those abs, eh?” said Gerald, his eyes wide.

Evan, the model, begrudgingly lifted his sculpted arms above his head, twisting and flexing his abs.

“Very nice,” said Gerald, admiring Evan’s perfectly-etched muscles, “Very nice. But, come on, boy. You could at least look like you’re enjoying this. Put a smile on that pretty face of yours, huh?”

“You think I enjoy this?” said Evan, “Letting creepy old guys like you borrow my body on the weekends just so I can afford to get by at this school?”

“Oh,” said Gerald, “Creepy old guy, am I? Well maybe I’ll just check out one of the other models, then –”

“No, wait –” said Evan, “Look, I’m sorry. I really need the money – And I’m even running a special since there’s no school on Monday. I’ll let you have three days for the price of two. So, do we have a deal?”

“Well, well, well,” said Gerald, “I don’t think I’ll be able to find a better deal than that. And you have a nice enough body. What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch,” Evan gulped, “Just – It’s just like always. You gotta at least stay 50 miles away from here, and you can’t use my real name. And sex is always protected. Always.”

“I know the rules,” said Gerald, undressing, “You’ve already injected yourself? And you’ve made sure to inject enough to last you for the full 3-day weekend?”

“Yes, sir,” said Evan, already feeling the effects of the drug.

“I figured so,” said Gerald, “Why don’t you have a seat? Shouldn’t be longer than 15 minutes now, just enough time to sign the paperwork, and then I should have me a cute, young body to wear for the weekend.”

Evan took a seat on the paper-lined table, feeling his consciousness slip away. If there was one good thing about all of this, he thought, it was that he didn’t have to remember any of it. He promised himself that he would only do this for another semester, long enough to save up some good money and then be done with it. He knew some guys who kept this up all through college, but he wouldn’t do that. No way. Feeling weak, he closed his eyes and leaned back on the table, his last sight being the naked old man standing over him, hungrily checking out the goods.