Believe it or not, my descent into werewolfery and selling burritos door-to-door began during an interview I had one day at a telemarketing firm. It was August and I'd just gotten into town to attend New Moon University my freshman year. I needed a job real bad because I was broke after paying my tuition and buying my books. I heard that telemarketing was a real shitty job, but hey, I saw these little flyers lying around campus all the time saying I could make $10 an hour for sitting on my ass and talking to people so I thought I'd give it a shot.

I arrived at the telemarketing place and knew right away I was going to have trouble concentrating because there were so many hot dudes working the phones. Obviously I wasn't the only guy on campus desperate for a job. I looked in the room where all the phones were and saw all sorts of cute college guys sitting at tables gabbing away at whoever was on the other line. To my surprise a couple of them had their shirts off. A few more seemed to be working the phones while in their underwear and I noticed one dude, a hot blonde guy with gorgeous green eyes, with his bare feet kicked up on the table as he made his sales pitch. I didn't know what these dudes were selling yet but I knew I wanted a piece of THIS action more than anything.

I just sort of stood there and watched the fellas, imagining all those big young cocks between their legs and wondering if they got hard whenever they made a sale. I knew that I was hard already and I wondered if anyone noticed. I had on a pair of loose jogging pants and a T-shirt because they flyer had said to dress casual. Well, if "casual" meant standing there with a big boner making a teepee in my jogging pants I knew I'd fit right in!

It wasn't long until this sharp-dressed guy in a suit walked briskly up to me, coming from his office, and shook my hand. He urged me to follow him and before long I was sitting there right in front of his desk. This guy was a few years older than the rest of them but damned if he wasn't gorgeous. He was blue-eyed, in his late 20's or so, with short, styled hair that was spiked on top. He had a chiseled jaw line and a way of looking at me that pierced right through my skull. I could tell right away that this dude was no joke, that if I didn't have my shit together I wasn't gonna work there. He introduced himself as Deuce, shook my hand and nearly pulled it off, then with a big smile that revealed his perfectly straight, sparkling white teeth, he said, "Sooooo . . . . have you ever been into an adult bookstore?"