AN: See notes at the end of the chapter.

Kurt sat nervously jogging his crossed legs and doing his best to keep his breathing calm and even. He hating waiting. He was always on time and resented when others weren't. This, of course, was worse than waiting for a friend who is running late for a coffee date. This was much much worse.

Kurt got up from the stiff nondescript gray upholstered chair he was sitting on and started to pace the room again. There wasn't really much to look at. A shiny black desk, with nothing on it, and another uncomfortable looking chair behind it, doors the same colors of the gray walls that must be a closet, but when Kurt tried the handle it didn't open, and two chairs around a small coffee table, one of which he'd just stood up from. There was no art, or books, or papers or anything that would indicate that someone actually worked here.

Kurt turned towards the door he'd been lead in through wiggling the handle only to find he was locked in. His stomach lurched, but not out of surprise he'd heard the door click locked when Baloo left him here. No, the stomach-lurching had been going on for days. Ever since he'd decided to work for Mr. Osiris at Pantone. It had only gotten worse that morning as he packed up and headed to Pantone to report for his new job.

"It's just a job," Kurt said to himself trying to calm his frayed nerves.

It didn't help that he was meeting one of the Carousel managers today and had been left waiting for half an hour. God, this was stupid. Why was he here? Baloo had taken his suitcase and told him he'd leave it in his new quarters, but Kurt had never seen that room, or met a manager, or any of the other employees. He had signed a contract that basically amounted to him being owned by Pantone, and The Carousel in particular, for the next six to eight months - and he had gone in nearly blind! Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Kurt was running his fingers through his thick hair and looking at the stupidly clean and shining desk again when the door clicked open behind him. He jumped a little and spun around, his hand flying to his chest. God, he was a mess.

A tall thin young man walked into the room, he looked about Kurt's age, which was a surprise, and was dressed in a dark Burberry suit. The suit was a little pedestrian, and the white shirt under it boring, but it fit him well. So, he had money but not a lot of taste. Kurt continued his inspection, he had dark brown hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to be inspecting Kurt.

"You're Kurt Hummel?" The man said with nothing less than a grimace on his lips. It wasn't a friendly face.

Kurt's back stiffened, he immediately didn't like this guy, he really hoped he wasn't the manager.

"Yes." Kurt said keeping his voice even as he stretched out a hand, "I'm Kurt."

The man ignored his hand and walked around him to the desk, he leaned against it and crossed his arms over his chest and Kurt let his hand fall back to his side.

"I don't see the big deal. With the way Osiris talked about you I thought I'd be creaming my pants at the mere sight of you."

"Excuse me?" Kurt really didn't like this guy.

"Oh please." The man rolled his eyes. "Don't blush like a virgin. You'll hear much worse vulgarity than that while you're here."

Kurt clenched his jaw, trying to keep himself from making fun of the man's Chad Michael Murray hairstyle or his twitchy mongoose smile. "And you are…" Kurt asked gesturing towards him and hoping his tone conveyed his distaste.

"Sebastian," He answered still not offering his hand, "But for the next few months, to you, I'm pretty much God. I'm the Senior Manager here at the Carousel."

Fuck. Kurt didn't say anything just smiled at him tightly.

"Well, let's get this over with. It seems good old Orsee didn't give you a proper interview when you came in. I think the chose you with his cock, not his head. Just because the boss wants to fuck you doesn't I'm going to trot you out in my top tier pony lineup.

"Do you talk to all of your employees like this?" Kurt asked straightening his shoulders and standing tall.

Sebastian smirked again and pushed off the desk to walk up to Kurt his face only inches away, "If I want." Sebastian whispered, "I am God around here." He took a step back looking pleased as if he knew exactly how much Kurt wanted to tear him a new one. "Now pony... strip."

"I…" Kurt's bluster abandoned him, "What?"

"It's usually part of the interview. Yes, yes you attested in the contract you are physically fit and have no scares or abnormalities, and you've gone through the medical check-up, but Pantone is yet to see the goods." Sebastian smirked, "So. Strip."

Kurt stood still and shocked for a moment sure Sebastian was messing with him. But then again he had just signed a contract saying he'd have sex for money, stripping down to show his new boss what he looked like wasn't that surprising. Even if it was humiliating. Sebastian just waited and for a moment there was a silent staring contest between them.

Eventually, Kurt sighed and gave in. He hated losing, but he had a bad feeling in his stomach that if he didn't agree willingly he was going to end up standing here without any clothes on anyway. He started unbuttoning his floral printed cotton shirt and watched as Sebastian's eyes studied his every mood, that maddening smirk never leaving his face.

Kurt folded his shirt and laid it on the coffee table before reaching for the back of his tank and pulling it over his head. It wasn't that Kurt was ashamed of his body. He was in good shape and knew people found him pleasing. It was just standing her with his arms and chest on display for someone who was clearly judging him, it brought back memories of his less than self-assured younger years.

Sebastian lifted an eyebrow and waved a hand for him to continue. Kurt glared at him, hoping to show that Sebastian wasn't going to deflate his spirits and the slipped off his shoes and socks before slowly and teasingly unzipping his pants. Sebastian wanted a show? Fine, he could do that. Kurt wiggled his hips and slipped his tight pants down off his body kicking them off and then again neatly folding them and adding them to the pile on the coffee table. Sebastian's smarmy expression didn't shift.

Kurt stood tall his hands clasped behind his back and his body on display as Sebastian's eyes flitted up and down taking him in. He walked up to Kurt and placed a finger on his sternum and then trailed it slowly down his chest and stomach to his belly button, making Kurt shiver, before looking up at Kurt's eyes.

"You're not done, pony," Sebastian said slipping his finger under Kurt's boxer briefs and pulling them out and then letting them snap back against Kurt's skin.

Kurt's stomach dropped. He knew that striping down to nothing in front of his new boss was going to be the least of the things he was asked to do in the next few months, but he hated it. He knew full well Sebastian was doing this to humiliate him and resented that it was working. He wouldn't let that show through. He wouldn't.

Kurt kept direct eye contact with Sebastian as his slipped his underwear off and tossed them in the general direction of the coffee table. Sebastian smirk grew into a full fledge gloating smile as he backed up to survey Kurt again. Kurt forced himself to stand with his arms to the side knowing if he tried to cover himself Sebastian would only order him to stop.

Sebastian's eyes lingered on Kurt's exposed cock and he moved to stand in front of Kurt reaching his hand out and smoothing his fingers down Kurt's length sending a shudder through Kurt's body.

"Fuck," Kurt jumped back a little at the unexpectedness of being touched.

Sebastian let out a chuckle. "Whoa now. Calm down, boy." He said talking to Kurt like he was a jittery horse. Kurt just continued to glare. Sebastian walked slowly around him stopping behind Kurt and pinching Kurt's ass cheek. Hard. Kurt could feel his face fill with color, but he didn't jump that time. Finally, Sebastian sighed and walked back to lean against the desk again.

"You'll do."

"I'm so relieved," Kurt said dryly and started to reach for his clothes, his skin buzzed and his heart was beating to heavy. He was doing everything he could to not show it, but Sebastian was getting to him. He felt small and foolish. He wanted the protection his clothing offered back as fast as he could get it.

"No, no," Sebastian said wagging a finger at him. "Not so fast." He lifted an arm and pushed a button on the watch he was wearing speaking into it like an intercom. "Baloo, we're ready for you, and bring Rose while you're at it."

"What are we doing now?" Kurt asked, not able to keep himself from rubbing a hand up and down his arm nervously. He wanted to cover his groin so badly it was almost painful not to.

"You passed your long overdue interview, "Sebastian said reaching out again to circle his fingers around Kurt's limp cock squeezing slightly. "And now it is time to find your place among my ponies."

Kurt yelped and back out of Sebastian's grasp and Sabatini just laughed.

Kurt didn't have time to reply before the office door swung open and Baloo walked in, a young woman following quietly behind him. Kurt knew he was blushing furiously and felt idiotic about it, but it was beyond awkward to be butt-naked and standing in a room of completely clothed people.

It didn't help that Baloo was very obviously enjoying checking him out. While Sebastian had observed, and even touched him, without any signs of desire, Baloo looked like he was saving the sight of Kurt in his mind to jerk off too later.

Then there was the young woman. Brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, conservative skirt and blouse with matching cardigan, she looked at Kurt as if there was nothing out of the ordinary for him to be standing there with his business on display for anyone to see.

"This is Kurt, our newest and most flaming twink," Sebastian said and she just nodded professionally.

Kurt went back to glaring at Sebastian because it was the only thing he could do while feeling so helpless.

"I want him waxed down, Marley." Sebastian continued as if Kurt wasn't even there. "The hair on his head and his eyebrows should be the only hair on his body. And the whole alabaster skin thing is good, but his arms and legs are a bit more tan than the rest of him so even that out."

"Do I not get a say in this?" Kurt asked, he kept himself neat and trimmed, but he did not like the idea of being waxed everywhere.

"No," Sebastian said with a wave of his hand.

"Don't worry little pony," Baloo spoke up. "Seb is good and knowing what clients want and gives makeovers accordingly."

Baloo's lecherous gaze made his words less than comforting. Kurt moved a hand to cover his privates out of reflex, Sebastian flicked it away to keep him exposed.

"And his hair… just a shade lighter. As far as clothing for this evening's viewing… I'm thinking that black and leather look you put together so well?"

"Mmmm," Marley hummed in agreement, "I'd keep it minimal though."

"I leave that to your discretion."

"Wait…" Kurt interrupted as Sebastian's words hit him. "I'm starting today?"

"Nooo, we thought we'd wait and let you have a little vacation here on our dime." Sebastian replied as if talking to a toddler, "Yes, of course, your starting today."

Kurt simultaneously wanted to throttle Sebastian and just curl up in a corner and hide. He was starting today.

Sebastian clapped his hands loudly and everyone looked towards him, even Baloo whose eyes had been fixed on Kurt up to that point. "I've spent enough time on this pony, please get him out of my sight."

"Of course boss," Baloo said reaching for Kurt's arm.

"I can manage on my own," Kurt snapped taking a step back and reaching down for his clothes, thinking too late that Baloo was probably watching his naked ass as he did. Shit, he hated this.

"No need to put that all back on," Marley said, and at least her voice sounded kind. "Just slip on your pants, it is all coming off again where we are going anyway."

"No need to put any of it on." Baloo added, "He wouldn't be the first pony to be walked around here nude."

"If he wants to dress, let him," Marley answered, as Kurt ignored them both pulling back on his briefs, pants, and tank top.

"Why are you still here?" Sebastian asked and Baloo reached for Kurt's arm again and again Kurt ducked out of the way. Baloo just rolled his eyes and walked to the door and soon the three of them were in the hallway, Kurt holding his shirt and shoes and feeling relieved to be covered again. Even if he did know what was coming.

"I can take it from here, Baloo."

"Sebastian likes me to escort every-"

"Shouldn't you be manning the door?" Marley interrupted and Baloo's shoulders dropped.

"Yeah… fine."

He walked away like a kid denied their treat and Kurt's muscles relaxed a bit.

"Thank you," Kurt said as he followed Marley down a hallway. This whole place seemed to be hallways.

"I could see he was making you nervous."

"If someone looked at you that way you'd be nervous too."

"Mmmm, but you know… a lot of people are going to look at you that way. And… it won't just be looks." Marley stopped outside a door and gave Kurt a sympathetic glance. "You do know what you'll be doing here?"

"Yes, of course. First day nerves." Kurt said even as his stomach flipped over unpleasantly.

Marley opened the door to what led to a saloon type room, "We'll start with the waxing and get it out of the way, then we'll do a little tanning and give your hair a rinse with a nice glaze."

Kurt felt immediately more at ease. The whole atmosphere here felt familiar and Marley didn't seem like someone he had to be on guard against the way he did with both Sebastian and Baloo. Marley had a team of three people, all wearing nondescript black clothing and none of them ever speaking a word.

Kurt couldn't say that striping down and getting every inch below his chin waxed was a pleasant experience, but it all felt very clinical and not sexual at all, so that helped. They gave him a robe to wear and whisked his clothes away, Marley assured him they were taken to his room. Then they gave him a close shave and he was left in a tanning booth for a short time before Marley led him to a salon chair and started on his hair.

"I don't want to go blonde, we'll keep your chestnut just lighten it a bit."

Kurt nodded feeling his nerves grow again as the neared the end of his beauty regime. Every minute that passed meant he was closer to his first evening of working in the Carousel.

"So… Sebastian didn't seem to like you." Marley said as her fingers worked through his hair in a calming fashion.

"You picked up on that did you?"

"He's rather transparent."

"I was thinking he just treated all of his employees like that. I just got here, why would he not like me?"

"I heard Orsee likes you," Marley replied in way of an answer.

Orsee seemed to be the go-to nickname everyone called Mr. Osiris.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Oh, Sebastian and the big boss hate each other and Seb usually picks his own ponies." Marley turned his chair around so he was facing her, "So if Orsee likes you…" She shrugged, "You drew the short straw."

"Great. Just great."

"Mmm," Marley turned him back to the mirror. "Just don't let Sebastian know he gets to you and he'll get bored and find someone else to pick on."

"Thanks, Marley." He looked at her through the mirror and smiled, "You're the only person here to treat me like a human being."

"Yeah, that's because here you aren't one." She said matter of factly, and that wasn't comforting at all.

He was served a light dinner in the salon and told most of the time he'd take meals with the rest of the ponies, but they were short on time today. He hardly ate anything, he felt sick to his stomach. This was it, he'd long passed the point of no return, but he was just an hour or so away from actually… Kurt could hardly even think the words, but his body knew, he was tense, his muscles tight and his throat dry.

He could only hope that his first client wouldn't want anything too… out there. It's just sex. It's just sex. He kept repeating to himself. Even though he knew that wasn't really true.

"Here, put these on," Marley said after Kurt's hair was done, shorter on the sides than he usually kept it and a light chestnut, and his dinner left mostly untouched. He was handed a black shirt box. "There is dressing room there." She nodded.

Kurt knew with what was about to come, and the fact that everyone here had already seen him completely naked, that a dressing room was redundant, but he appreciated the gesture all the same. He pulled the curtain closed behind him and opened the box lifting the items out slowly as dread bubbled up in his chest. "Oh god." Kurt could easily cry if he let himself, but he wouldn't. He'd made his choices and for better or worse this was his life for the next few months. NYADA would be worth it - it had to be.

Kurt put on all the items Marley had given him and then wrapped himself back in his robe before walking out. Marley looked at him a little sadly when he came out in the robe, but shook her head and didn't say anything.

She glanced at one of her assistants. "Lead him to the viewing room?"

"Yes, Miss Rose." The young man ducked his head in submission and without a word started towards the door.

"Thank you, Marley, for your kindness."

Marley reached up to cup one of Kurt's cheeks in her hand. "There are others who will show you kindness while you are here, search them out. The worst thing you could do is isolate yourself. You'll end up…" She stopped and took a breath, "Just don't try to get through this alone. Okay?"

Kurt nodded, not able to speak or he really would cry and then turned to the door where the assistant was waiting for him.

He was lead back down a familiar hallway that he knew ended at the Carousel, but instead of taking the door he'd gone through with Baloo the first time he was here they took a side door that led to a back room. Sebastian was there looking over and giving orders to a group of about a dozen young men all dress in various revealing outfits. These must be the other employees, Kurt hoped there were a few future friends in this group.

"You should take off the robe."

Kurt looked to find the assistant looking down at the ground as if afraid to make eye contact. "If Sebastian sees you still wearing it he'll be angry."

Kurt nodded, appreciating the advice, it was time anyway. He couldn't hide from his real purpose here any longer. He slipped off the robe and handed it to the assistant. "Thank you."

Kurt squared his shoulders, he wouldn't show any weakness, and walked up to the rest of the group.

Sebastian looked over at him and smiled. "Ah, my makeover was on the money as usual. You almost look fuckable now."

Kurt clenched his jaw but didn't speak. None of the other young men were so he followed their lead. He felt degraded and ridiculous in what he was wearing, but it wasn't any more extreme than many of the other young men's outfits.

"Get in line," Sebastian ordered and Kurt stepped forward, his tight black shorts barely covered his ass and he had leather bands on both wrists, each with a silver ring as if made to be hooked to something, and to finish the look off he wore a black leather harness that crossed over his back with a silver ring and then over his shoulders and connected in the middle of his chest with another ring. Not only was the outfit very revealing it was obviously made to make him look submissive, ready to be tied down or chained up.

Feeling on high alert Kurt followed the other young men into the drawing room, Sebastian counted them off as they went in. He was number nine. The room was a minimalistic room with a few chairs and stools facing the big one-way mirror that made up an entire wall. They saw their reflections but not the waiting clients on the other side.

The young man dispersed across the room, some sitting some standing, all taking a pose as if ready for a magazine cover shoot. They seemed to want to be chosen. Then again, if you didn't work you didn't get paid. Kurt took a seat on a tall stool and tried his best to look confident, it wasn't very comfortable, but his whole body was trembling slightly and he felt he could hide it better sitting down.

At the top of the mirror was a little screen that was silently counting down, 10, 9, 8, 7… when it got to zero it blinked a few times and then went blank. Some of the young men stayed posed others relax a bit and chatted with each other or made suggestive eyes to the mirror. Kurt just sat still feeling sick and a little light headed. After a couple of minutes, a number lit up the screen again and a robotic female voice called out, "Seven".

"Ha!" A muscular young man with dark wavy hair, glittering blue eyes, wearing buckled leather pants and a collar around his neck stood from his seat. "First again."

A few of the other boys rolled their eyes as he left the room. The screen flashed and the voice called out a few more numbers. "Five." "Twelve" "Two". As they were called each young man would exit the room.

Kurt wet his dry lips and tried not to look like he was about to throw up.

"Nine" the voice called out and Kurt glanced up to see his number on the screen. He didn't move.

"That's you, new kid." The man closest to him whispered. Kurt still couldn't move. "If Sebastian has to come in for you I promise you're in for a rough night, plus they'll dock some of your pay."

"Nine" The voice called again. Kurt stood, he wasn't going through all of this not to make the full price he was owned.

"Good luck." The man called quietly as Kurt passed him. The door out of the room opened and Kurt walked though feeling as if he was about to fall to the ground his legs were so shaky. This was it then. He'd been chosen and he was about to meet his first client.

End Notes:
Dun dun dun… Okay, I know you are all here for smut and I promise I'm getting there. My porn always ends up with a lot of plot. I can't help it.
Also, I want to hear from YOU!

Who do you want to see as clients that purchase time with Kurt? (Though I have a good idea of who his first is). What about another manager at the Carousel? And the other ponies!? Let me know what Glee characters should show up. Not Blaine, I have plans for him, but please talk to me. I'm listening to and eagerly awaiting your suggestions!