Meet up with an old friend
From Create Your Own Story
Matt has been your good friend since college. He used to be your room mate and weed man. He dropped out half way through the semester and became a business man though you don't know what exact business. He gave you an address a few years back, but it was in a shady part of town so you decided not to go. You ring up his phone.
"Hello?". His voice had gotten a bit deeper since college, but it was still the same. Even after living in America for so many years, he still has his London accent.
"Yes, is this Matt speaking?"
"Who wants to know?", he said skeptically.
"It's me, your old pal David?"
"Who?"
"From college?"
"It's so good to hear from you again man! How've you been mate?", he chuckles on the other line.
"I settled and had a family here in the burbs, you?"
"You know me, keepin the hustle still.", he says casually.
"C'mon now grow up man, you're not 21 anymore.", you laugh, "What are you doing really?"
"I can't control myself around hot broads", Matt laughs, "Why don't you drop by my office? Do you still have that paper I gave you?"
"Yeah. I'll be there in half an hour.", you hang up.
After parking, you notice that the building was not an office, but rather a penthouse. Odd. There at the door, was Matt. He didn't have a single grey hair on his thick, curly mane.. This was expected though since you were already in graduate doing a doctorate while he was an under grad. At 43 he wasn't fat, but he wouldn't be considered fit either. His belly bulged out a little, but it wasn't too bad. You could see that there were layers of muscles behind it.
"Hey old pal.", he greets you warmly. You shake his hand, "Good to see you too Matt. So what are you doing in a place like this?"
"I told you I', keepin the hustle.". You frown in confusion. "So you own this hotel?"
"No I fuck bitches all day."
"I don't get it.", you respond
"Follow me". He says and walks inside. "I run a porn site where I am an adult actress caster. I promise them that if they do well in the interview, then i'd find them a modeling job. These bitches come in expecting to earn $1,000 to $5,000 a day but there's a catch."
"What's that.". Your curiosity gets the best of you. "There is no job!", he roars in laughter. Matt rounds the corner and enters the elevator.
You:
