I knew this job was too good to be true

I knew this job was too good to be true, but I never believed it would end like this. When my parents kicked me out I was totally broke -Jackson! It is time for you to stop being a spoiled child so we rent you an apartment, all your things are packed and the moving truck will be here in 5 minutes, the apartment rent expires in 2 months so you better start looking a job- Those were the last words he said to me before closing the door of the house where I had lived for the last 25 years.

the place was too small for me, there was barely room for all my things, however the biggest of my worries was getting the money so as not to return as a loser to my parents' house, I would not let my father be right "spoiled child That had become his favorite word to describe me, and he was committed to proving him wrong.

however there was a problem I never finished university and the jobs where I did not need a university degree paid shit and I refused to have to leave my favorite gym, after a month looking for a decent job I was desperate unloading all my anger on the gym lifting weights like a rabid animal. my moans and grunts caught the attention of most of the people in the gym, some were uncomfortable but I didn't give a shit as long as they were away from me, but there was a middle-aged man who wouldn't stop looking at me.

He seemed to be around 50 on his face he had a couple of wrinkles and despite his age he was still attractive although you could see that little by little he would go bald and there were some spots without hair on the side of his forehead, his body was robust and all covered in thick hairs that covered him from his arms to his back, he looked pretty good for my age and reminded me a bit of my uncle Aron who used to cling to his youth by spending hours in the gym exercising his arms.

After a couple of minutes he was starting to get uncomfortable, I was used to a lot of girls and some queers looking at me while I was training but this felt different, I started to get uncomfortable that I even moved to the back of the gym but the man followed me without get too close when I noticed I was looking at him, when I neglected for a second the man appeared behind me and introduced himself.

-Hey hello my name is Bruce Hardman and I was wondering do you have a job? - His voice was hoarse and imposing but reliable, however the most impressive were his words, I knew it was too good to be true, he had even asked me to take off the shirt and to flex my forehead as if it were a job interview, even so I accepted all the conditions immediately as soon as I saw what my salary would be -When do I start? - I said with a smile that would soon be erased as soon as night came of that same day.

-Answer, answer, answer! - He implored half-naked holding a cell phone to his ear trying to contact his own telephone number, from the bathroom of a luxurious mansion trapped in the hairy body of Bruce and with his insatiable for sex and obese wife on the other side from the door leaning on her bedroom waiting for her husband to finish “getting ready” for another night of casual sex.

After a few minutes waiting finally "Bruce" answered -oh! Hello, how's everything going at home? -he said from the other end of the phone happily using the new and young voice of his that now belonged to him.

-Listen we have to go back now your wife is right now in your bed and- Bruce stopped him in the middle of his sentence and with a more serious tone took the reins of the conversation -Listen I'm going to stop you right there boy, You signed the contract And now you have to pretend to be me in all aspects, so if you'll excuse me I have to go to a party tonight and you shouldn't keep “your” wife waiting, she gets in a bad mood when she is not satisfied-

At that moment the connection by phone was cut and the sound of the door opening behind him made him turn only to find an obese middle-aged woman approaching him trying to appear sensual. Jackson seriously had to review the contract the next day if he wanted out of this life.

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