As it turned out the comfy chairs on the stage were just props and part of the stage set, so I make a seat from some of my flight cases and a few coat.... We have a glass and chat about the evening’s performance and how it went.There’s a short pause when we run out of stuff about the show and have eyes locked on each other. Then a shout from afar “anyone here?” it’s the manager, he’s the last one here apart from us, so I go to him, he asks how much more time I need as he wants to catch the pub. Have you made it before?”“Oh, yes. I've worked with him many times,” she says, biting her lip. Then she lowers her voice. “His...photography is the best.”“How so?”“His sessions are…smoking,” she says, and I feel a prickle of curiosity as I wonder what she's insinuating. “Purely professional, of course,” she adds quickly, noting my expression. “He's so good at what he does. He'll make your career...if he likes you.”I nod, feeling intrigued, but not because I'm interested in having a modeling. "And what does this position pay?" How about rent on the apartment of your choice?" Really?" she asked."Well, within reason." I thought for sure you were going to say room and board. That was why you emphasized that that was my bedroom, wasn't it." Christine, I would never presume something like that, but you can use the bedroom while you shop for an apartment that takes cats." Do I get to fuck the boss?" she asked, like it was just another job perk."That is not part of your job description," I. After some heavy necking and petting he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I had never felt another man's penis before but my timidness soon subsided and I felt him all over. We necked for sometime more with me groping for his cock. Soon, without thought, my hand was undoing his pants and he was asking me to suck him. I was scared to do it and scared not to, not really because of the trouble I thought I was in but for some reason I was afraid of never getting another chance.I freed his.