Seanday Lunch: Best Man for the Job

Kurt was surprised to find me in his hotel room.

"What the fuck," he managed to yell before I silenced him with a single gesture. He stood there, mouth gaping, eyes wide, with a confused look on his face.

"Trying to figure out why you can't talk or move?" I asked, of course he said nothing. His mouth moved, but nothing came out.

I could see he was grinding his teeth. He scowled, and I was grateful that he was under my control. Kurt was a big man, thick and strong. His attitude and persona was just as big; I'd been watching him act like a jerk--the big man at the wedding reception. He was the grooms best man, and I'd seen the bride had her eyes on him as well.

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Seanday Feast: Hard to Swallow

I looked at myself in the mirror, I was proud of what I'd achieved, but there was still something that I couldn't fix. My height; at only 5'5" I was short, and I hated always being the 'little guy'.

I'd been working hard at the gym, and found a quiet spot in the locker room to try some posing, and taking a few selfies. It was then I heard an argument from somewhere in the room.

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Seanday ReCap: Tommy Gunn

I sat there wondering how much longer I could get away with it.

Sarah had almost caught me when she’d come into the room. I’d just clipped the watch into place and picked up the T-shirt I’d left on the chair.

Seanday ReCap: Gauging my success

I had been working the hotel for about 2 years now as a bell hop. I was ok, but I wanted more. I remember the day my life as I knew it changed. There had been a big party the night before and they had hired the hulk of a guy called Gauge. I had seen him sign in at the desk. He had requested an early call, 7am as he said he needed to catch a flight. It turned out that I had the misfortune to wake this guy.

I knocked on the door of room 69 at 7am, there was no reply. I used my pass key to get in. I walked into the hallway and called "Mr Gauge?" - still no reply, I closed the door behind me and went into the room.

Seanday ReCap: Making My Brothers

I looked down at Alex and Tony laying on the bed together. They looked up at me smiling, both giving me the thumbs up.

My mind wandered back to the first time I met Alex.

Damn I’d been so lucky to find him, cute full lips, blond hair and a jocks body to die for. All this wrapped up in a perfect personality that was caring and considerate.

I was only 19 and had been a bit of a body hopper, jumping from person to person not feeling settled in any way. I never really felt anything for the people I jumped, not ever. But I hated myself after I tricked Alex in the lift.

It was an old ploy, buy a bag of something. You get in the lift with the guy and drop the bag, people will always help you pick the stuff up, it’s in their nature.

This time it was apples and as they tumbled across the floor Alex bent over in front of me to pick one of them up, that’s when I slipped inside him.

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Seanday ReCap: The New Job

With a large house in one of the greatest cities in the world, it's not difficult getting hold bodies to use for a couple of days.

I'd put up a website offering the eight spare rooms I had for bed and breakfast. Got some good reviews and it soon became the premier place to stay by gap year students. The reviews? Yeah, they were always good when I was inside them. Logged in using their accounts, checked their emails and stuff always wrote glowing reviews.

I wanted more, and I think it needed a fresh face--a young face hosting the business. So I advertised for a live-in manager to look after the house and bookings.

I'd interviewed a number of people, but nothing that I thought would fit my requirements. I was about to give up when I got an email from Josh.

The twenty-one year old was looking to work in city--he sent a picture, and I knew he was the one. He'd be an ideal front for the business: handsome, young, trustworthy and most importantly strong. I flipped through his resume; he was smart as well--perfect.

I got a call; he'd flown in for a face-to-face interview after a very favourable telephone conversation. I went to pick him up, and found him sitting on a wall, I almost choked--he was wearing a tight hooded top that left nothing to the imagination. I waved and he smiled back. That's all I needed he had the job.

We travelled back, and he told me about his college life. He was a quarterback, and wanted to get some business experience. I told him he'd be getting a lot of experience working for me.

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Seanday Lunch: Father's Day, pt2

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Damien watched as the teenager, finished forcing himself into the giant. A few minutes later Tom was on his feet and getting dressed.

"So what happens to him now?" Damien asked.

"I'll check into a motel someplace, get out of the gentleman and then restore him. His membership has ended so he'll go back to how he was before."

"Shame," Damien muttered as he followed Tom from the room he grabbed a few tubes of liquid, some orange, others blue.

Seanday Lunch: Father's Day, pt1

Greg leaned back in the club's luxurious leather armchairs and gently rolled the tumbler watching the whisky and ice cubes circle the glass.

"Landed on my feet this time," he said to nobody in particular. It was true, he was a wealthy man--now, not to mention a husband and a father.

The views though the large open doors were breathtaking, the lake and the rolling landscape only relaxed him further. Three weeks ago, his story was something quite different.