A/N: Hey guys! So, this is my third Death Note fanfic! My other two being about LxLight! This is my first M&M fanfic, so I guess we'll see how this one goes! If you've read my other ones, you'll know how much I love romance, so worry not, this fanfiction will get juicy eventually! ;) Thank you to everyone who reads and enjoys!

Matt's POV

I stopped by the local gas station, picking up my third pack of cigarettes for the day. Yeah I really needed to give this shit up. The cashier looked at me oddly, totally judging me. Where were the rest of the workers that had different shifts? Was this the only guy who worked here, for God's sake? This was almost as embarrassing as getting caught going to Taco Bell more than once in an evening.

"Just get me…two packs," I gave into my wants. Maybe if I bought two instead of one I would last without coming here around two in the morning.

"Filtered?"

"Yup," I sighed, pulling out ten bucks. I wondered how much I would save if I stopped smoking. I could probably buy a lot more games, now that I thought of it. He handed me the plastic bag filled with my two packs of cigarettes, telling me to have a good night. I wasn't sure why they felt the need to put everything in a bag. Like I wasn't about to smoke these two packs in under a 24-hour period.

I walked out to my coveted, cherry-red car, climbing into the front seat. I was already starting to smoke my first cigarette. Next stop, "Gentlemen's" club. I didn't particularly like the strippers, though. They didn't do much for me (if you know what I mean). It was just a good place to get some cheap drinks, I mean, I already spent $100 this month on cigarettes. Plus, the strippers liked to feel that they had a purpose, I supposed.

You really didn't even have to know where the strip club was to find it. You just had to look for a building with no windows. And in this town, it was easier than anticipated. I parked my car shamelessly, seeing as the rest of the cars there were rusty, 30-year-old trucks that were owned by husbands who were "working overtime".

I could feel the blaring bass music rattle my bones through the concrete. The stars in the sky were illuminated now that there were almost no lights outside the club. I noticed that there were glossy flyers taped to the front doors. I took off my orange-tinted goggles to look at the papers.

"Male Models Wanted! Starting off salary is *$100,000! Call 1-800-MAN-MEAT to set up an interview!"

I raised an eyebrow curiously. 1-800-MAN-MEAT? That sounded kind of suspicious…but the starting salary was $100,000?! Fuck yeah! I could get all the games I wanted! Wii, Xbox, Playstation! The possibilities were endless! I didn't care what I would be modeling! I could be modeling maternity wear, and I wouldn't care for $100,000! Then I noticed the star next to the salary which led me to the bottom of the paper.

"Starting salary varies depending on model's capabilities and willingness."

Capabilities? Well, I was a master of seduction so I knew that wouldn't be a problem, but what did they mean by willingness? Like, my open-mindedness? I wondered what this magazine was for…Then again, I didn't care. If I wanted to continue smoking and playing games, I would take this job. I whipped out my cellphone and punched in the number on the paper. I felt ridiculous for typing in MAN MEAT in my phone.

"Hello, you have called Man Meat Inc. Would you like to set up an interview to become a male model? If so, press 2."

I thanked god that it wasn't a real person on the other line. I heard a beep as I pressed 2 on my keypad.

"Oh, hi there," a flamboyantly gay man answered. This was going to be embarrassing. "If you want to set up an interview and audition I'm going to need to know your name." I heard a nail file in the background, along with the smacking of gum.

"Matt," I said sharply.

"Just Matt?" the man asked.

"Just Matt."

"Well, we get a lot of 'Matt's' coming through here. Any ways we can recognize you? Tattoos, scars, makeup?" Makeup?! I shuttered. I was wondering what I was getting myself into. But I had to do this! I needed the money!

"Well, I have auburn hair," I said, but it sounded like more of a question.

"Alright, well, your appointment is set up for Tuesday—that is a week from now." I heard the man scrawling down on a piece of paper, then typing.

"Okay, thank you." I clicked 'end call' on my phone. My face was burning in embarrassment. I was sure that the government officials that were probably listening to that call were laughing their asses off.

I didn't really care though, because I was going to get paid the big bucks! I didn't even want to go to the strip club anymore. I got back in my car, driving speedily over to my apartment, joyously awaiting for Tuesday of next week. I would get this job and I would get promotion after promotion, slowly becoming the best male model ever!

A/N: Well, Matt sure is ambitious, isn't he?! Well I know this chapter is super short, but it is just a prologue of sorts. Anyway, I will get the second chapter up as soon as I can! Thank you for reviewing, following, and favoriting! :D