Peter's Descent

“I-I don’t know about this…” Peter said, looking around the room.

The man sitting behind the desk grunted, “Look kid, you come in, say you have no ID, no social and want to earn money, this is how you earn money.”

“Yeah, but I thought it would just be, you know pictures.”

The man chuckled, “No one pays for pictures kid, look, take your clothes off and let’s see what we’re working with.”

“Here?” Peter asked, his voice cracking.

“You’re gonna have to get used to it sooner or later…”

Sighing, he pulled his shirt off, knowing it was this or selling irradiated blood and plasma to make rent. And since he didn’t want a whole rash of Spider powered people…

“Oh nice,” the man said standing up and coming around the desk, “Lose the jeans.”

Gritting his teeth Peter dropped his jeans and stood there while the man sized him up like he was meat at a butcher shop.

“Very nice,” he said, his hand moving over the boy’s hard abs, “Do a few scenes and you can leave here with two grand, easily.”

Two thousand dollars! He could pay his rent, buy some food and still have money for web fluid…

“What do I have to do?” Peter asked cautiously.

The man gave him a shark like grin, “Anything I say.”

He was about to say no, just say fuck it and leave, there had to be another way. And then his stomach rumbled, and he realized he hadn’t eaten in over a day…

“Hungry?” the man asked, “Here…” he opened up a plastic container and inside were half a dozen brownies, “Eat up.”

Peter’s mouth drooled at the sight, and he took one and practically ate it whole while grabbing another. The man walked back to his desk as he watched him devour the whole container.

“Ever do Molly kid?”

Peter turned to look at him, mouth ringed with chocolate, “Who’s Molly?” he asked with his mouth full.

The man just smiled, “Never mind…finish that off…can’t have my new star going hungry.”

Peter did just that, devouring all six before putting the container down, “Thirsty?”

The man handed him a glass filled with Coke. Peter nodded and took a long swig…

And then almost spit it out.

“Oh yeah, might be some Jack in there with your Coke,” he smiled, enjoying the kid’s displeasure.

Peter shrugged, “I can’t get drunk off of just this anyways,” he thought and finished the glass…

“How you feel?”

Peter looked at him with a goofy grin, “Good…”

The man just nodded and took the glass from the swaying boy, “Excellent, let’s go make some money ok?”

Peter just nodded as he let the man lead him away…