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Gay For Pay	By : Line Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 3294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Gay For Pay (1/2)
By: Line
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexual stuff.
Pairing: None really, but I guess you could say Eminem/OMC
Disclaimer: I don’t know Eminem. This is COMPLETE fiction. That means I made it all up! *grin*
Feedback: I’d love some. I’m a complete feedback whore, and I’m not too proud to beg! LOL Also…I’m gonna need to know if I should continue this, or if I’m just wasting my time writing this…
Author Notes: Sort of a What-if fic. It is AU all the way. Also, this takes place in the late 1990’s. Kim and Marshall aren’t together any more.
Also, if this is well received, it might turn into a series of stories. But we’ll see. lol
Summary: Marshall never made it as a rapper. Now he’s desperate to make some money to provide for his little girl, Hailie.
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Marshall looked up at the dilapidated building. He shuddered a little, thinking about what he was about to do. But he needed the money, and there were no jobs in Detroit. At least not for someone like him; a high school drop-out.
He swore to himself that as soon as he could afford it, he would get his GED and then maybe things would start looking up a bit. He never wanted his little girl to grow up in a trailer park, but the way things were going right now, it looked like that’s exactly what she would.
Gathering his nerve, he walked up the few steps to the door of the building and made his way inside.
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The inside of the building wasn’t much better than the outside. Trash littered the floor of the hallway, and the smell of urine permeated the air. He wasn’t surprised though. It’s not like it was uncommon for buildings to end up like this in this city.
A noise came from the old elevator shaft, and Marshall turned around in time to see a rat scurrying across the floor with a piece of an old moldy sandwich in its mouth.
He shuddered and started walking up the stairs. For every step he took, his feet felt more and more heavy. He really didn’t want to do this, but it’s not like he had a choice. His kid had to eat. And he was behind on the rent. If he didn’t get some money soon, they wouldn’t even be able to call the trailer park home. He refused to put Hailie through that.
Finally he reached the door to the apartment. He pulled the note out of his pocket and checked again.
Apartment number 308. Yep, this had to be the place.
He took a few minutes to get his nerves under control. His hands were shaking slightly, and he could feel his heart beating, like it wanted to escape his chest. Taking a few deep breaths, he listened for any sounds coming from the apartment. He could hear faint music, and what sounded like someone talking on the phone.
Having finally calmed down enough, and gathered enough courage, he knocked on the door and waited the person on the other side to open.
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As the door opened, Marshall was greeted by an overweight, slightly sweaty man, with almost no hairs left on his head. But still, despite the surroundings and all, he looked nicely dressed.
“Marshall?” The man asked, a smile grazing his face.
While the guy was in no way attractive, whether you were gay or straight, Marshall thought his smile made him look a lot less intimidating.
“Yeah.” Marshall answered.
The man looked him up and down, assessing the goods, Marshall figured, before opening the door wider and inviting him in.
“I’ve been waiting for you. I just had a guy cancel, so I was hoping you wouldn’t mind moving up your appointment?” The man smiled again, and the way he talked, it was like he wasn’t really in the business he was in. You’d think he was just any regular old business man.
“Okay.” Marshall said, and he felt the butterflies in his stomach start up again.
“I know, we usually let you guys have some time to sort of get used to the place and get in the mood so to speak, but if you’re okay with it, I’m sure we can figure something out instead.”
“That’s fine.”
Marshall wasn’t really looking forward to this. He wasn’t even sure he’d be able to get it up, let alone provide the money shot. He needed to provide the money shot. If he could do that, he’d be guaranteed $300.
“You’re not very talkative are you?” The man asked, still smiling. “By the way, I’m Dick.” He reached out a huge hand to shake Marshall’s.
Marshall felt a smile tugging at his lips when he heard the man’s name.
“Dick, huh?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I know!” Dick laughed, “You could call me Richard, but really Dick seems more fitting for the business.”
Marshall nodded. It sort of made sense.
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Dick showed Marshall around the apartment, and Marshall was surprised to see that the place was actually pretty well decorated. Clearly Dick made some money doing this.
There was a nice kitchen, with a fridge full of beer and food. Dick had told him to grab whatever he wanted, and Marshall had hurriedly grabbed one of the cold beers.
Then there was the bathroom, which was in all marble. A nice big shower, a tub and two sinks.
It wasn’t until they reached the living room that Marshall was again reminded of why he was here.
It was decorated in all soft earthy tones. There were two leather couches as well as a big soft looking chair. There was a table with a computer in one corner. On the wall was a large flat-screen TV and next to the chair was a video camera. There were lights scattered around the room, no doubt to light up whatever was being filmed.
“So, that’s the apartment.” Dick said, spreading his arms and making a turn. “We’ll shoot here. You’ll be on the couch, I’ll be in the chair.”
Marshall nodded.
“So take a seat, and I’ll get all the equipment ready.” Dick started turning on all the lights and the camera. He then walked over to the computer and started up a program.
Suddenly Marshall saw himself sitting on the couch. The camera was pointed right at him. He swallowed and took a big gulp of the beer. He started picking at the label as he watched Dick moving around the room.
“So, do you want a movie playing in the background?”
Marshall looked up. Dick was over by what looked like a DVD player.
“I’ve got all kinds of things, so whatever you like. It’s more for your benefit than mine.” He laughed slightly, “So…guys or girls? Boobs or butts? Or both?”
Marshall swallowed again, and set the beer down on the side table.
“Um…girls. I don’t really care whether it’s tits or ass.”
“Okey dokey!” Dick found a movie and threw it in the DVD player. Before long, the TV lit up with the latest movie from Seymour Butts.
Dick walked over and sat down in the chair across from Marshall and next to the camera. Marshall looked away from the TV and met Dick’s smiling eyes.
“So, you know that the movies we make here are targeted toward a gay audience, right?”
Marshall nodded.
“Great! So we’ll take it slow. Today we’ll start by talking a little on camera. Basically I’ll ask you a few questions, and you just answer them. The audience wants to get to know you a little. You don’t have to tell the truth, you just have to seem real.”
Again Marshall nodded, and he grabbed the beer again, taking a swallow.
“Then when we’ve talked a little, we’ll get to the good stuff. Now we’ll go slow, and you can stop at any time. However, you know that you won’t get paid the $300 unless I get a cum shot.”
“Yeah I know.” Although still nervous, very nervous, Marshall felt a little better knowing that he could end it if it all became too much.
“Okay. We’ll just take it as it comes, so to speak, and you only do whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Great!” Marshall felt a slightly strained grimace cross his face. He still wasn’t sure he’d be able to get it up. But he’d try. He really fucking needed that money. And Dick didn’t seem like such a bad guy. Maybe he could pretend he was just hanging with his friends, watching porn and jerking off. It wouldn’t be the first time. Although they hadn’t done that since they were teenagers.
“Fantastic!” Dick smacked his big paws together and started fidgeting a little with the camera. Then Marshall heard a tiny, tinny beep, and a light went on, on the front of the camera.
“Okay, we’re rolling. ready Marshall?”
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