The university was like..wow..so fucking huge. It was like a maze of it's own and I was certain it would take me a while to even get used to the area and not get lost in there. It was massively crowded with students and professors going from one place to another in such hurry as if it was the end of the world. I took a quick stroll of the place, getting the hang of the atmosphere before I walked out. I needed to take of some of the basics before I began my mission of spying on Danial. For starters I needed to get a job. Not that I really needed one..because I had money to last me for a while considering how rich I was in the first place, but I figured a job at some place near the campus would come handy in integrating in the social circles and would give me something new to do. Secondly, I had to find some place to live, because I was no student..and no student was gonna do me a favor of allowing a stranger to stay in their dorm! I looked around the campus some and could find plenty of apartments which housed the students. Most of them were shared by three-four people who split the cost together. I had no such concerns and simply went for one which I could have all for myself. The old lady who owned the building was a nice one and happily accepted the payment for two months. I dragged rest of my stuff up there and dumped it there, quickly going out.<br/><br/>Now I needed to find some kind of job. Probably some place as a mechanic..or maybe a waiter. I kept on searching for a suitable place to work at for couple of days but nothing was turning up. Meanwhile, I dug up all the info I could about Danial's department, what were the timings of his classes and whatnot. As it turned out, my ever enterprising boyfriend had even started amateur repairing shop in here where he fixed machines of other students or visitors. It was on the fourth evening that when I was out I noticed this joint called Chipmunks which had the large sign "Waiters Wanted - Men Only" hanging over it's windows. It amused me. Why not go for that? I was a boy right now..and after all they were just seeking waiters..it wasn't as if it was some super-complex job. Smiling to myself, I walked in the place. And then it dawned upon me as to why the sign had read like that.<br/><br/>The bar was something which catered exclusively to female customers with a staff which consisted of well, handsome males. Sort of Hooters, but only catering to women! Some boys were serving the females, at times even sliding next to them and entertaining them by having a fine chat with the ladies. I have to admit, some of them were fucking<em>delicious!</em>That's when the prospect of working there made me chuckle to myself even more. I looked in the direction of the manager who was sitting at a small make-shift office in one corner and walked in there. He was sitting alone so I just knocked on the door and coughed some. He looked up in my direction. "How can I help you young man?" He asked me. A middle aged man..who seemed to exhibit surprising amount of grace for someone who ran such a joint. I walked in slowly. "Please have a seat." He gestured to the seat in front him. I wondered if he guessed why I had walked in. But then again it was pretty obvious..you would walk in here only if you worked here, or were a woman..or a gay man. I looked at the nameplate, it read Julian Cope. "Um, Mr. Cope..my name is Chris Clarke..and I need a job right now. When I was passing I noticed the sign outside and decided to try my luck. I have no problems working odd hours or working relentlessly..and can be available to you apart from the schedule of my classes at the university. Besides..considering your demographic..I think I would make a good addition to the roster."<br/><br/>I was almost blushing when I said the last line. It was rather boastful but I didn't care. Mr. Cope eyed me a little. "So Chris, have you ever worked as a waiter before? It's not all that hard..and I could use a good man right now. The girls just keep on coming in here as you can see..and they do need some good entertainment. You're unlike others working here..much more, cuter than them if I may say so. The pays not a whole lot, five bucks for each hour you work in here. You'll be paid on each Saturday and there will be no day offs.  We're open most of the day and you can adjust your schedule around the classes. Are you fine with that?" The conditions seemed all right to me. Heck this whole situation was so interesting that I just might've worked here for free. This place provided an unrestricted access to every single secret from the campus! I nodded. "Well I have worked the job before..and I have no issues with other conditions you have just said." My class schedule? Hah..that revolved around what Danial' schedule was! We shook hands and he told me to start the next day and also told me about the uniform It was hard for me to keep a straight face considering the irony of the whole situation. Here I was, a girl posing as this handsome boy, catering women in a bar full of handsome men with sole purpose of entertaining them.<br/><br/>I made a point to be there next morning too, just to get the hang of the place and meet up with some of the people i'll be working with. I had assumed most of them would be pretty damn stupid, working in such a testosterone fueled environment. But much to my surprise most of them were surprisingly intelligent and open to a lot of subjects. Some of them were older men whilst some were college students who worked how their classes allowed them to. They also helped me pick my uniform which I had seen others wear. A skin tight white t-shirt..and tight tan trousers which emphasized the bulge in my pants. It was almost a farcical sight to be honest! But at the same time when I looked at my own reflection in the mirror, I had to admit, my heart skipped a beat. An awfully handsome male stared back at me. I helped the boys in some cleaning before promising to show up at the evening and set out on my next big goal. To meet Danial.<br/><br/>I drove my rental car in the campus..and tactfully messed up some of the wiring on purpose. Being with Danial for so many years, he had taught me fair bit of tricks about the machines. So I made sure the car would be stuck near his dorms and hurriedly walked up the stairs asking for some help from the receptionist over there who promptly told me there was only one boy in there who could fix it up on such short notice. "Can you please call him?" I asked her. She looked me over briefly. "What department you in? Never seen you around here before." She murmured. "Photography." I blurted out. She bought the bluff and dialed the number, asking for Danial Jacobs to be sent whilst I waited outside, waiting for Danial to arrive..