<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Jayson Green (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7611173#msg7611173)</span></div>(http://i974.photobucket.com/albums/ae223/i_izu/1666_zps11ebc87c.jpg)</div><br/><br/>He had come to work early that day. On his way in he had only bowed his head lightly to Eduardo and murmured a soft 'Sir' as a greeting, not really expecting to be looked at and greeted back. He was a servant in the house - lowest step of the hierarchy of the bathhouse, but he was used to it. It had been nearly five years since he started working here, so it wasn't strange to him anymore that he would be talked to by the manager only if the man had any instructions for him. But today was quiet in the early evening. Jayson had heard that they were going to get a new employee and he was quite curious about the guy as some of the other people that had already seen him had commented that he was a delicious piece of meat. Not that he cared how his co-workers looked like, or their clients for that matter, but it was always nice to have a bit of eye candy walking around.<br/><br/>But today no one was in the bathhouse as Jayson walked in - nearly an hour before any of their clients would normally arrive. He took that time for a long shower, the dumb heater in his small apartment having broken again. If he did care for one thing it was his personal hygiene - he would never start work without a shower, and he would never leave without one. He even sometimes took showers in between sessions, especially if they were with different members of the bathhouse, but most times those included the clients themselves as it was always a nice foreplay to start with a shower, getting all hot and wet...<br/><br/>A soft sigh escaped Jayson's lips as he washed the shampoo away from his curly locks of hair. It was hard to believe just how much he had grown to love this job. Outsiders might have thought of it as him being a whore, but it was nothing like this. He was a servant. He helped people be what they couldn't be outside of this bathhouse, do what they couldn't do, receive what they couldn't receive at any other place. It was an honor to work here, or at least he believed so.  He looked at the delicate silver bracelet that he was wearing on his right wrist, signifying that he was an employee of the bathhouse. He had chosen silver as it looked a lot better than the golden one, in his opinion, and he did love that piece of jewelry so much that he wore it even outside of the bathhouse.<br/><br/>He turned the knobs of the shower, stopping the water before he stepped out of it and made his way to the locker that had been assigned to him. He took a towel and dried himself before putting all of his other clothes and belongings inside the locker. He combed his hair, though it went up in messy curls right away. He got some more time before any of the members were going to come in, but he wanted to be prepared, so he took the loincloth that he so often wore at the beginning of the evenings, only to lose it as soon as any of their clients picked him. And with that he continued his preparations for the evening - a subtle scent in his skin, some lips balsam to make his lips soft and appealing, arranging the curls on his head and then checking himself out in the mirror. He looked well tonight, he thought. He had let some hair grow over him - not only on his cheeks, but also his groin, a small trail from his navel down to behind the almost transparent loincloth. He was a bit insecure about it as he had always come to the bathhouse perfectly shaved, soft and clean, but he thought that a bit of change might be liked by the customers, right?