The Fluffer

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : A. J. Llewellyn

ISBN :978-1-4874-1899-1

Page :44

Word Count :12522

Publication Date :2018-06-08

Series : #

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Available Formats : The Fluffer (epub) , The Fluffer (prc) , The Fluffer (mobi) , The Fluffer (pdf)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Erotic Romance , LGBTQIA+ Romance , Summer Shorts 2018

Product Code: 978-1-4874-1899-1

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Being a fluffer for a magazine’s male centerfolds should be a dream job for Jack, or will it be a ticket to hell?

Jack Casey has a communications degree and a ton of experience in the journalism field, but can’t land a full-time job. When one crops up for a mysterious new men’s magazine, he meets the hottest man he’s ever seen in his life. Somebody submitted garlic farmer Luke Silverfall to Men’s World as a centerfold. But it wasn’t Luke himself. Can Jack persuade him to model and let Jack er, fluff him up for the camera? Or is fate about to take a nasty turn for Jack?

Luke Silverfall had no idea he’d been submitted for a centerfold spread for a magazine. When Jack Casey calls him and asks about Luke’s new line of peeled onions, he assumes the guy’s a chef of some kind. Well, Jack likes to cook all right. He cooks up lies and subterfuge, or so Luke thinks. Can he trust the fluffer? Or will he have to give up the career he once wanted so desperately? Will it lie, with all his other wishes in a field of broken dreams?

I was nervous, I have to admit, entering the tall, sweeping office building on Sunset Boulevard. Everything gleamed, but I detected no scent of cleaners. Industrial, or otherwise. Okay, take a deep breath. I checked the office listings for the eleventh floor on the directory board. Suite 1100 had Men’s World written beside it in white, plastic letters.

Probably they don’t want my kidneys. Maybe the ad’s legit.

I’d answered the provocative Craigslist post an hour and a half ago. There’s a saying about Hollywood that your life can change in an hour here. To my surprise, I’d discovered it was true. I’d passed the building so many times in all the years I’d lived here, but never had occasion to walk inside. I was nervous because it was a magazine job. Possible magazine job. I wanted it badly. I got into the elevator, and it seemed a good omen that like every other elevator in the world, this one had no thirteenth floor.

I fretted. Did I goof when I said I adored naked men?

What had I been thinking?

I was just responding to the post, I kept telling myself. I’d been half asleep when I sent off an email, starting with what I thought was an amusing reply to the post’s tantalizing words.

Production coordinator needed for new men’s magazine. Must have at least two years’ journalistic experience. Provide online links to five recent articles. Must be computer savvy with regard to layout and design. You should have no problems with male nudity.

I’d written, “I have no problems with male nudity. I adore naked men.” I’d attached my résumé, included links and contact information, per the post’s request. Okay, Jack. You did it. Keep looking. Maybe there are more ads.

There were, but I wasn’t interested in modeling, or babysitting somebody’s pet alligator. I had no mechanic skills and knew nothing about animal husbandry. I scrolled back to the ad.

Then I started to worry.

I wasn’t savvy production-wise, but that’s what YouTube was for. There was a video for everything, including magazine layout and design. Only after I hit the send button did I realize I’d probably written the wrong thing. But I’d been honest.

I do adore naked men.

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