Completely Confused ? Malum (boyxboy)

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Michael was always told he had a great body. He just never believed it. When it came to his body he wasn't so sure. Some days he loved his body and all its curves, and the next he was bending over the toilet regurgitating his last meal.

However, the boy worked at Hooters.

The restaurant with the waiters running around in the skimpy outfits. Basically Michael could show up to work naked and there would be no different. He loved his job when he was feeling confident in his  weight, and absolutely dispised it on days he felt like a whale.

Michael rushed back to table three handing the man in the suit his beer. "I'm so sorry that took so long sir, I had to take pictures with some customers." He apologized pulling down his shorts, "now would you like anything else?"

"No, your service is just enough for me."

"Okay, well if you need anything don't be afraid to ask." Michael winked and walked off to the back room. He didn't necessarily enjoy flirting with the costumers but it was all apart of the job. Most of the time he didn't see the difference between this and being a striper. But, what pays bills, pays bills.

Michael shook his head looking at himself in the mirror. How did he end up here? This isn't what he wants. He wanted a chance at life. With a decent job, a lovely home, and a family. Now, he suck with his ass hanging out of some orange shorts while handling out beer to a bunch of horny men. He is only 18 and shouldn't be worried about that, but he had a plan.

This wasn't it...

He was actually suppose to go to college. Get a degree and a fantastic job. All that came tumbling down when Michaels mum decided to cut funds for his tuition. So, here was Michael, praising around in booty shorts trying  to save up for college. It wasn't too late. Just later than what he would like.

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"Alright, come on. To the table ladies." Mark, the manager yelled, "Who wants to go home first?" Michael huffed not wanting to be force to do this anymore.

Mark slid 7 plates of beans on to the table and gesture for the waiter and waitresses to have a seat. Michael knew the routine by now. He planted his butt on to the chair, placed his hands behind his back and waited for the man in charge to say 'Go'. "We know all the rules. Correct?" Mumbled yeses came from each month as Mark said 'go'.

Michael placed his face in the plate of beans and tried to eat as quickly as possible. He didn't want to stay here with Mark. He didn't want the man to continue to pressure him in to anything. He wanted to go home.

"I believe we have a winner." Mark said, placing his hands on Michaels hips. That was enough for the boy to throw up a little in his mouth. He wiped off his lips and headed for his car. He didn't need his gross manger trying to get in bed with him. His life was already filled with problems.

Sure, Michael didn't have it as bad as others. At least the boy had a roof over his head, a bed to sleep on, and food in the fridge. But, it could have been better. His mum cut him off of everything on the spot. For a whole month Michael was homeless and his mum didn't give a shit.

She swore by doing this he would learn how to become an adult and fend for himself. However, she was doing it all wrong. What his mum was basically doing was telling a baby to feed its self, or throwing a turtle in the middle of a busy street.

He was bound to starve or get hurt.

Michael was just lucky enough Hooters was hiring. He was lucky enough for the manager to be a kinky perv. The waiter shook his head and searched for his car keys in his purse. "I hope you know what he does is wrong," A recognizable voice spoke, "in so many ways. In fact it's disgusting." Michael turned his head towards the speaker seeing the same man from table 3 smoking a cigar.

"Excuse me?"

"It's repulsive. Making you eat beans like that to go home early."

"I honestly don't think that is any of your concern."

"Isn't it? As a loyal customer I tend to care for the people who serve me."

"Well, that's very sweet of you, but-"

"All you have to do is say it and I'll make him go away." The man in the suit cut off the smaller boy. He glanced up placing the deadly object back on his lips.

"What gives you the power to do that?"

"Money."

"I hope you know money can't fix everything."

"I beg to differ."

"Then do it. Make Mark the Manager go away."

"Anything for you kitten." The man winked turning around to open his car door, throwing the cigar on the ground. Michael knew the suited man was full of shit. Just because you have money doesn't give you the right to fire someone. No matter how fucked up their mind is. "By tomorrow morning you'll be under new management." Those where the last words he heard before he was home.

There was no way cigar man could do that. Even if he could, why? Because Michael didn't deserve that.

Yay!! First chapter!! It sucks, I know. Hopefully you enjoyed :) I didn't proof read...sorry

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