"Desiree, you need to wear the black cocktail dress on Saturday because you are going to a benefit with us that begins at 8. Germaine and Miss Gigi will bring you, so please arrive on time."
"Yes, sir, I will be ready," I said. I was ready for my star to really become a rising star, and with these boys’ help, that was going to happen." I could feel it in my boner.
CHAPTER 57
The next fundraiser that the boys had me set up for was working one of the concession stands at Georgia A & M University's home football game. What most people don't know is that these schools have programs where charity groups can work the various booths at the home football games, and they get to keep 10% of the sales for the day. The school provides the food items, which include everything from candy to hot dogs and popcorn, and you provide the man power.
To run the booth, you needed twelve people to fill all the position. From what I was told, several of the volunteers in our booth had food and beverage experience, which was great, since I had all the experience from working in the hotel kitchen, so it should be a good fit.
I was going to be the inventory control person while Germaine was going to be the money man. We had to be at the stadium four hours before game time so that we could get the inventory and money counted and start cooking the food. It was not a glamorous gig, but at least we should make some good money since the game was sold out and Georgia A & M was hosting Notre Dame, who was currently ranked number eight in the country.
To get into the stadium, we had to go through the tunnel located at the north end of the stadium. The table check-in lady was very nice and made sure that our list was correct, since everyone else got to show up an hour later and we all had to go through the same check point. Things were great until we met the little Hitler-wannabe, short, anal security guard who was the controller at the gate wouldn't let us enter until we had our all access wrist bands on.
"Sirs I cannot let y'all enter," he said. "You must have the appropriate identification on your wrists before I can let you down the tunnel. Also, if you decide to step a single foot onto the playing field I will have to eject you from the stadium. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," I said as we put on our proper wrist identification bands and entered the tunnel.
"Why is it short people have a Napoleon complex?” Germaine asked.
"What is a Napoleon complex?" I asked.
"What did they teach you up in that little redneck Podunk town you grew up in?" he asked.
I thought it was best to just ignore the questions and then later Google what a Napoleon complex was.
We went to the cash room to get our inventory sheets and cash. It was a madhouse since this was the first game of the season and there was a burly off-duty police officer guarding the door. From what it looked like, there were thousands and thousands of dollars flowing through that room.
"Y'all ready for your first day?" Rebecca asked. Rebecca was the person in charge of the food concessions for the stadiums here on campus. She was a bubbly blonde with tits for days and a great personality, but at this moment, you could see she was stretched a little thin with everyone pulling for her attention.
"Boys, grab your booth binder and Mary Lynne will get your cash counted," she said. "Once that's done, head on out and get your booth ready."
The other benefit of coming to the cash room was seeing Wes, who was the inventory manager for the stadiums. He was a beautiful heather bear with a full beard and thick head of hair. There was no other way of describing him except for heather bear. A heather bear is a beautiful furry bear who is built like someone from the military with the attitude to go along with it. If he had told me to lick his boots, I would have gotten down right there and spit shined them with my tongue. Next thing I knew someone was pulling on my ear.
"Come on, Cinderfella. There will be time for fantasy later," Germaine said as he pulled me out the door.
We went to our booth, which was on the mid level eastside of the stadium facing the student dorms. It was a great beginner booth for us with tight quarters for everyone to work in. We immediately started getting our inventory counted, cleaning the counters, and getting our soda cups ready for the masses. Since it was early in the morning there wasn't a lot of traffic on the street outside the stadium, but there were some eye candy students walking about who were already partying for the game. I'm pretty sure that as I looked across at the dorms, I could see through the fogged glass someone sit down to take a shit. I'm pretty sure that was a bathroom window across from us in the dorm, and it must have been someone taking their morning constitutional. All I could think was "gross."
As time passed, our man power started showing up, and boy was this a beautiful bunch of men. Each one was more handsome than the last person to show up, all uniformly dressed in khaki shorts, blue, tight t-shirts, tennis shoes, and A & M ball caps. We were told that if you wore a University of Georgia ball cap here it would be taken from your head and burned in the street. These people took their football seriously. By the time the last boy arrived, our booth looked like an ad for Abercrombie and Fitch.
Germaine introduced me to each one as they came in, but I forgot that person's name the minute the next boy came in. I could already tell this was going to be a great day. These guys truly took charge, and they got everything up and running in no matter of time. The hot dogs were cooking and the ice bins were full. You could tell that a lot of them did have kitchen experience because they were able to check the soda boxes to make sure they were all full and ready and that the CO tank was turned on to pressure up the fountain drink system. It was nice to sit back and let some other people do the things that I had to do before.
"So Desiree, we hear we get to see your show for free for helping out today," one of the boys said.
"It would be my pleasure to escort you to your seats at the show," I said. "As long as I got a face, you have a place to sit."
He laughed, which I was going for. Sometimes when I say that line, I get a strange look back from the boy. If you don't get that line then you are not playing with a full crayon box.
As the gates opened, the masses started strolling by our booth. The boys were right out front selling our wares. "Hot dogs, popcorn, ice cold drinks." They were also selling their wares as each boy on the front line oozed sex. As you looked at our lines of people, it was all women and gay men waiting to make a purchase from the cute cashier. I knew there would be eye candy here, but didn't realize that it would be in our booth. I was hoping to meet some young college guy with whom I could have a whirlwind relationship. I also didn't realize that there would be a lot of daddies here. There were just hot men everywhere you looked, and I felt like I was a walking erection. Thank God Germaine was there to throw the cold water in my face.
You would think that we would have had some time to watch at least some of the game, but no such luck. Once the game started, our booth kicked into high gear. We had constant lines of people waiting and no one could get through the hallways in front of our booth. It got so bad that we couldn’t get a refill on some of the food items we needed. I called on the walkie-talkie for our supervisor, but all I was told was that they would be over soon. It really got to the point where we had to send out some of our back-line help to go get more ice. That alone was a nightmare, as the ice cooler was on the complete other end of the stadium on our level, but with so many people packed in, it made it extremely difficult to get anywhere.
Germaine kept pulling money from the cash registers so that we would be ready for the money drops. He kept telling me that we were doing really well. I hoped so, because with seven home games, it could add up to a lot of money. I needed to keep up the pace because I was sure Athena had had some more tricks up her sleeve to pull in more coins.
None of us could tell where we were in the game because the lines never went down. You could also tell that some of the patrons had brought their own alcohol into the stadium since they wanted their soda cups only filled up half way with soda.
It was a rule of the NCAA that alcohol could not be sold in any stadium that was on school property, which disappointed some of the fans from out of town who were hoping to buy beer at the game.
Even with us being slammed, I never saw one of the boys sweat. I don't know if it was their genes or what, but Germaine and I were both sweating like pigs. I was running the backline and slinging the food orders as soon as they were called out by the cashiers. We had a great pace going and kept the lines moving unless one of the patrons decided to linger at the register to stare at the hot cashier. I really couldn’t deny that we had a beautiful booth. I felt like the odd man out because all of these boys obviously spent a lot of time at the gym. I think I saw several numbers passed over the counter to the front-line cashiers. It just wasn't the college age kids either. The sexy daddies also were lining up to order from the front-line boys. It was fun to watch and try to learn from these boys what they did when they were hit on. They handled it beautifully, as none of them ever lost the smile on their face and they all said “thank you” with each compliment. They even gripped some of the patrons’ hands and held them for a second. Only to be that pretty, but I knew deep in my heart that there was someone out there for me who was going to love me for me. Or at least I better keep that belief otherwise I would spiral into the deepest depths of despair.
Needless to say, we ran out of food before the game was over, We had no infill food coming because the stadium was just sold out everywhere, which meant we could start cleaning up the booth and get out of here at a decent time. All of the boys were working really hard to pick up the trash, clean the hot dog grill, put away the cups, and take the trash out. As I counted, I realized one of the boys was already gone. He must have had to leave early, which was okay since we were pretty much done.
As the boys finished cleaning, they left one by one. The game was over. Georgia A & M lost to the top-ranked Notre Dame, but it didn't matter because I didn't get to see the game anyway. It was time to take out the last bag of trash and put it in the back hallway behind the booth for the stadium clean-up crew to pick up. I dragged it out the door and rounded the corner to the hallway. It led to an electrical room. I swore I could see movement back there. I pulled out my phone and hit the flashlight app. To my surprise, it was the boy who left early making out with one of the sexy daddies, who was a six-foot sausage of man meat. The daddy looked at me and asked if I wanted to join them and the boy motioned me back. My heart leapt out of my chest at the opportunity. I had never been involved in a three-way and both of these men were extremely hot, so I thought about it for a second and started heading down the hall. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my ear as Germaine grabbed me from behind.
"Now, now," he said. "There will be time for that later. I want to get the hell out of here and soak my feet." So I acquiesced as he pulled me back up the hall. Maybe the next game would be my time.
We left the stadium and walked over the North Ave Bridge as we headed to the Marta Station. We made good money today, and within ten days I would be able to pick up the check from today. It felt good.
The train was full of drunk Georgia A&M fans, which was okay because we were heading to The Den, a gay sports bar near the Lindburgh Marta Station, to get a few drinks of our own. We could sit and relax for a little bit watching the sports bears check out the other college games before heading back to the apartment. Germaine and I sat at the bar and ordered our first round.
As I surveyed the crowd, I noticed an extremely intoxicated North Carolina fan sucking face with anyone within arm’s length. At first, I thought one of the men groping and kissing him was his boyfriend, but I was corrected on that by one of the other patrons who was staring at the activities. Next, Mr. North Carolina worked himself over to the next pair of men and began rubbing his hands on them and started pulling up one of the hot guys’ shirts and started biting him on the nipple. In return he and his boyfriend responded by groping the drunk's ass and pulling up his shirt, revealing a chest covered in fur, which matched his beard. Next thing I knew, their hands were sliding down his pants, and from their responses, I was sure Mr. North Carolina was hard as they started grabbing his penis, showing the outline in his jeans. Eventually, he worked his way back to his other group and they slipped out. It tuned me on.
To my surprise, a hot red head sat next to me in his sport jersey and baseball cap. He introduced himself.
"Hi, my name is Francis. Enjoying the activity? I couldn't help see you starring at the show just like everyone else," he said.
"If I ever get that drunk, I would hope someone would put me in a cab and send me home," I said.
"How was the game today?" he asked.
I'm not sure how he knew I was at the game, but then it dawned on me. "It's the jersey," I said. "We were working in one of the booths raising money for my charity and really didn't get a chance to watch the game," I said.
"It was a great game up until the fourth quarter where Notre Dame just blew A&M out of the water," he said.
"I guess so," I said. "I'm actually not that big of a football fan."
"What charity are you raising money for," he asked.
"Atlanta Street Rescue, which helps gay homeless youth get off the street," I said.
"They are a great charity," he said. "We did a decorator show home last year where all the money raised went to them."
"So are you a designer?" I asked.
"Yes, I have my own interior design business. If you know anyone looking to redo their home, let me know." And with that he handed me his card. It read Francis Bass.
"Come on, princess. Time for us to go," Germaine said as he pulled on my jersey.
"But I like this boy," I said.
"You have his card. That’s a start," Germaine said as he pulled on the jersey more. "This camper is tired and needs to soak his feet in the hydro spa. Come on, Mary. It is time to go."
"It was nice meeting you Francis. I'll give you a call. My name is Tyler."
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Tyler. I look forward to hearing from you," Francis said as I was unceremoniously pulled off my bar stool and led to the door.
"I like that man," I said. "And I think he liked me for me and not Desiree."
"There will be plenty of time for whatever you want to do with him later. I need to put these tired bones to bed," Germaine said as we rolled our tired selves into the car to head back to the apartment.
CHAPTER 58
Kit and Biff decided it was time that I should try out for the "Guys As Dolls Show" reality TV show. It was a drag competition where you won a car and $20,000. The exposure would be priceless. Of course, the cost of any video production was going to be handled by Germaine.
Since the main cast had already been selected for this season, they decided to get me into the fan favorite category so that they could get enough of their friends to vote so that I could make it onto the show in that slot. It was worth a chance, and if they were going to give me the opportunity, I wasn’t going to let it pass me by. Here was my chance to extend my brand past Atlanta and be recognized on a world stage, since every queen watched this show. I have looked at the winner's tour schedules, and they are all over the world. People even post videos of the winners online when they see them around the world, so it is great to see how the world reacts to these entertainers. I could already see myself competing and winning the title. Germaine always said to visualize your dreams so that you can turn them into a reality. This was my one chance for fame, and I was going to do everything they wanted to make this video brilliant.
Kit and Biff had already decided what I was going to wear for the video shoot, since they had gone out and purchased it with Germaine's credit cards. They also had a script written, since they said everything in reality TV is scripted anyway.
"You will need to rehearse these lines for the shoot. This is what is going to get you through the producers so that you can go into the fan favorite category," Biff said. "You should be able to memorize this sin
ce you did your whole show."
"That should be no problem," I said. "When will I get the script?"
"It is still being polished and should be ready by tomorrow. The deadline for all submissions is two weeks from today, so we don't have much time," Kit said. "We have the script out for final revisions by a playwright in town who will know just the right things for you to say."
"Shouldn't it be more natural?" I asked.
"Honey, they don't care if you are natural or not. They are looking for new and rising stars and that is who you are. If you can't believe that, then you aren't going to sell that in the video." Biff said. "And when I mean sell it, you better sell it."
"Don't worry, honey, I will help you get everything ready," Germaine said.
"Yes, Germaine will help you with the final touches," Kit said. "But we are calling the shots here. Do as we say and you will be a star."
With all this talk of being a star, my head started swooning. I have some notoriety in Atlanta, but I would love to be that big fish in a big pond. To see my name in lights and magazines would be amazing. How would people greet me? Who would I be able to meet? This is mind-blowing. I was already attending the right parties here by the A-Gays and couldn't wait to see what fame would bring me.
"We are using the stage at the club to video several of your segments. We also will shoot you in some more natural poses to edit in and use some of the footage from Pride as well," Kit said. "The video will then be edited down into a seamless transition of your beauty."
They laid out the schedule in front of me for the shooting. I was going to have to shift around some of my work schedule for the next three days to accommodate all the shooting.
The first thing we did was try on all the new dresses. I liked the new outfits because they made me feel like a beautiful woman, since these were a lot more fishy than something I would normally wear. They even included a black gown for me to wear with a full-throated train on the bottom that was lined below and then had Toole over the top of that. I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to walk in that one, since everything that I had worn before was either shorter or much lighter material. The heels they had picked out for me to wear underneath were basic black leather with a three inch heal, so of course this was the first dress we tried on. It slipped on like a glove and fit me just right in all the curvy places, giving me a fabulous figure. The problem came when I started to walk around in the dress. The train and lining were so heavy that I was having a hard time pushing my legs through the material so I kept stepping on the hem.
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