A/N: So here is chapter two! Will Matt meet Mello in this chapter?! I guess we'll find out! Thank you to everyone who reviews, follows, and favorites! And a special thank you to BlackFoxGun who helped me decide on how to start out on this story and who gave me some ideas!

Matt's POV

Tuesday finally rolled around and I dressed in my best and tightest striped t-shirt, and my skinny jeans. I left the goggles at home, thinking that that would distract them from my naturally gorgeous eyes. Nah, I wasn't conceded. Not at all. It was odd that I wasn't wearing a hoodie or anything like that, which left my shirt sleeves tight around my biceps. I supposed that was better for where I was going. Driving like a madman, I found the massive tower where the modeling agency was. It had big, light-up letters at the top of the hundred-story building, saying "Man Meat Inc." That was seriously their company name. My heart pounded, wondering what exactly I was getting myself into. Man meat. Was this a twisted, Texas-Massacre-style butcher shop or something?! No, no, I was being stupid. Besides I needed the cash.

I walked through the rotating glass doors, leading me to the marbled floors of the building. You could tell this place was high-class. Maybe this wasn't a scam after all. I walked up to the huge desk that has two desktops and a frantically typing worker. I walked up to the desk, looking down to see the flamboyant man I must have been talking to on the phone. His eyelashes were extremely long and looked to be dyed black. That couldn't have been safe. He looked up at me, flicking his highlighted hair out of the way.

"Name?" he asked, clicking noises coming from his computer mouse.

"Matt. I called you last Tuesday about working here."

"Oh yeah, the red-headed one," his mood suddenly changed, "Well, you certainly are model material, aren't you?" It was a rhetorical question, obviously, but I suddenly felt uncomfortable around this guy.

"Uh, thanks. So, where do I go for my interview?" I asked hastily, just wanting to get out of this guy's sight.

"Floor 13. Tell the receptionist that I sent you," the man said, handing me his card that had something scrawled on it. It said, Appointment: 2:30, it also had a little note beside that that said, Call me and you can be my personal model ;) ~Kendall followed by his phone number. A little shiver crawled up my spine as I speed-walked my way to the elevator.

The doors closed right as Kendall waved flirtatiously at me. I thanked god that I was alone in this elevator. I pressed the glowing 13 on the keypad. The elevator jerked upward, making my stomach roll. It stopped abruptly, the reflective door sliding open. I peered out to see models running across sets, photographers telling people to 'make love to the camera' (an odd thing to say to anyone). Then there was the receptionist who was hurriedly answering phone calls and making appointments.

"Hi," I said as I rested my elbows on the high desk. "I have an appointment for 2:30. I'm Matt."

"Oh, yes, Matt," I heard some clicking and tapping on the computer, then the dark-haired man looked up at me. Why was everyone here male? What the hell was this modeling agency? "Please sit there in the waiting room, someone will be with you in a moment."

I knew what that meant. If anyone had ever been to a doctor's office, they knew what I was talking about. I twiddled my thumbs, just looking around at the place. Every once and a while someone would walk by, usually dressed in little-to-nothing, leather underwear. All men.

"Matt?" A voice asked. It was a woman! Finally! I was beginning to think this place was some gay magazine or something.

"Yes," I said as I stood up, walking up to the woman. She was smartly dressed, her hair pulled back into a loose bun, thick rimmed glasses decorating her eyes. She eyed me up and down, writing something down on her clipboard. Clipboards always made me nervous. Especially when someone rang on your doorbell holding one…

"Come with me, please," she smiled warmly, leading me through mazes of hallways. They all had textured glass doors and I saw silhouettes of people standing in the rooms. I wondered if they were trying to become models, too. She walked down to the very end of the hallway to the only opened door. She held her arm out, motioning me to walk into the room. I sat down on the paper covered examining table. It was odd that they had one. I mean, what were they examining me for? There was also a little desk and two chairs. "I'm Suzan, I'll be examining you today," she held out her hand for me to shake. Her hands seemed so small compared to mine, it felt weird to hold it. "So, what brought you to the Man Meat Modeling Company?"

I still didn't get why the company was called that. "Well, I saw it on a flyer. I need some cash, and I don't think I'm too shabby so I decided to come down." I blushed horribly.

"Well, I'd agree." She flashed a white smile, taking her glasses off. I wasn't sure if she was flirting with me, or just didn't need her glasses anymore. I gulped, preparing myself to be judged. "I'm going to have to ask you some questions before we get started." Started with what? I wanted to ask, but I didn't

"Okay…" I responded nervously.

"First, do you have any, or could you have any STDs?"

Well, we were jumping into this quickly. "You don't beat around the bush, do you?" I chuckled. She shook her head, grinning. She motioned for me to just answer the question already. "No I don't and I couldn't."

"Are you sexually active?" she looked up at me, ready for the answer.

"Uh, not as of now, no," I was blushing horribly. I was too busy focusing on not starving to death on my low income to nail anyone!

"That's a shame," she said, licking her lips. This was getting rather awkward. Not that she wasn't attractive, because she was. Her chestnut hair, hazel eyes. Before I could defend myself, she bombarded me with more questions. "What are you comfortable with modeling?"

Good, a more normal question. I shrugged, thinking about it. "Well, anything I guess. Is there a difference in pay based on the things I model?"

"Yes there is, actually. This magazine is focused on women's…how should I say…fantasies in a man. It's called Playgirl." Before I could gasp or express my horror, she continued, "Basically, the dirtier things you are willing to do, the higher we will pay you. Modeling, full clothes will get out around 100,000 bucks per shoot. Jeans and no shirt will get you $200,000 per shoot." I almost came that sounded like such a great deal! "Underwear, half a million," she could tell I was getting excited by the growing smile on my face, "Naked, 1 million. Per shoot."

"Holy fuck! I will totally go nude for that much money!" the words just flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"But wait, there's more." She wagged her pen at me, "This magazine is also a guy on guy magazine. For that, depending on how far you are willing to go, we will pay you up to 2 million per shoot." I wondered if she realized she didn't have to do any more convincing! I mean, who needed dignity when you had millions, right?!

"How far are we talking? I mean, I'm not gay…I don't think," I muttered that last part, hoping she didn't hear that. I mean, depending on what it was I could just pretend that the guy I was making out with was a girl, but if it involved the downstairs, that was a no-no.

"We won't make you do anything you don't want," she said, raising her hands defensively. "However, we will pay you more. Kissing, no tongue, will get you 300,000 dollars, add tongue and you get another 100,000 dollars. Any touching of the genitals—"

"Yeah, we're gonna stop there 'cause that is not happening!" I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. Suzan just smiled at me as if I was some timid little child. It was actually incredibly sexy.

"Ok, well, now that the questions are over, I'm going to need to inspect you." I looked around back and forth, wondering if she was for real. Inspect me?

"What exactly does that entail?" I asked, getting off of the examining table and walking over to the cushioned seats of the office space.

"Take your shirt off," she said simply. I hadn't been ordered around to strip ever. It was odd, but arousing all the same. I was confident with my body, after all, it wasn't like I had enough money to buy food to get fat. I started at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. After I peeled the tight-as-fuck shirt off, Suzan began to circle me like a predator inspecting their prey.

"Very nice," she said, a lilt in her voice. I heard the scratching of her pen on the clipboard and I suddenly go nervous.

"So, what are you writing?" I wasn't supposed to say that out loud, but it just slipped out.

"Defined abs, pecks, rigid shoulders," she continued writing, looking up at me. If I wasn't already undressed, I would have thought she was undressing me with her eyes. "Ok, now I'm gonna need you to take off your pants."

I almost choked on my own spit. I began coughing and clearing my throat awkwardly, "Uh, I'm sorry, what?"

"Pants," she motioned to me with her pen, "off."

This was really not a good time for that, I realized because all her commands were little innuendos and frankly, it was turning me on. "Do I have to?" I asked sheepishly.

"Well, no, only if you want the job," she flashed a little smirk mixed with the smile.

SHIT! Ok, I needed to breathe, that was the first step. Just calm down. Down, I said! Yeah, it wasn't going anywhere.

"You, know, it's fine if you are…excited considering in most of the shoots that's what we'll want you to be," she said as if it was the most normal sentence ever uttered.

"Uh," I muttered awkwardly, "ok, I guess." I yanked down my pants the instant the door shot open. SHITSHITSHIT! I fumbled with my pants, my fingers getting caught on my belt. A tall, lean blonde walked in, dressed in tight, lace up leather pants and a black vest. Was that a guy or a girl? I looked oddly at the person for a few minutes and my hard-on was immediately killed when I realized the person was a man.

"No need to put your goods away," he chuckled.

"Mello, I'm doing an inspection right now," Suzan scolded him.

"I can see that," he crossed his arms, leaning up against the wall. "A very good inspection," he said, coming closer.

Suzan grumbled. "Matt, here is one of our top models, Mello. Mello, this is Matt," her voice turned sour as she looked at Mello again. What kind of name was that? Mello. That sounded like some off-brand marshmallow or pillow…

Mello held out a slender hand for me to shake. I did, feeling awkward as I stood here with my pants pooled around my ankles. At least the boner was gone. "Hey," I said, trying to look anywhere but his eyes. This was mortifying.

"Hey," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "So you wanna be a yaoi model?" he crossed his arms over his chest again.

Yaoi?! I mean, I knew that this was guy on guy stuff, but yaoi made it sound so much more…dirty. "I guess, yeah," I said, my face growing hot.

"Suzan, he looks good. If you don't let him in, I will," he winked at me, walking out of the examination room, his surprisingly girlish ass swinging with his hips. Not that I was looking…

I could tell this was going to be an awkward job for me.

A/N: Yay! Mello is here! And what a flirt he is! ;) Well, thank you to all who read and enjoy! So what do you think (or hope) will happen between M&M?! Tell be in a review! THANK YOU GUYS! You give me such joy! :D I will upload the next chapter soon (hopefully)!