Daniel stripped off his soaked t-shirt and threw it on the bench, it had been another sweaty, crazy night at the Scorpion Arms. The Arms is Huron Beach's busiest watering hole, classic English pub on the main floor. Upstairs: Stinger's, a rocking, party-club complete with shooters, pounding music and flashing lights. While the Arms all but shuts it's doors during the winter, summers mean it is busy every night. A senior server like Daniel can make up to three hundred dollars a night in tips alone. Serving at the Arms is the holy grail of summer employment. Daniel made over twenty grand the previous summer and wanted to make at least that this year. The money made over the summer paid all of Daniel's bills during the year of study at Western. Daniel felt as though he deserved it, he was faster than all the other serving staff and he was far more charming and entertaining with customers. He felt as though he were in a higher league when it came to working this job.
The Arms basement contained storage, offices, staff washrooms and, thanks to the new owner, guys and girls change rooms for the staff, including new showers. Daniel had started showering after every shift as had several of the other servers.
Daniel was the last staff member to check out. He usually was. Doing the closing duties no one else wanted to do meant he was there longer and made a few dollars more on his pay cheque. The new owner Barb was there all the time it seemed and he had seen her walking around with her inventory sheets as he headed downstairs.
Barb Cook bought the Arms in February and Daniel and other veteran servers were concerned that she would make big changes or not bring back previous staff. The only real change she made was renovating the basement which no one was complaining about.
In March Barb had interviewed everyone for the coming season whether they had worked there previously or not. Daniel had to play hooky for a day of classes to make his appearance. Barb met him up in Stinger's. She was very stern and looked as though she had never smiled or laughed in her life. She was a large, serious woman and interviewed Daniel in a cold no nonsense way, she gave no indication whether he would be working at the Arms in May. Daniel right away thought Barb was a stupid bitch who had no idea what she was doing.
He expertly feigned love for the place and explained how he was always the last employee to leave because he cared about the place so much. He knew that it was all about the money and that he did not give a shit about the place outside of the tips and wages in his pocket.
Two weeks later he received a voicemail from Barb stating that he had made the team. "Well duh", he thought to himself, "obviously". When Barb went on to make it clear that he was considered a new hire despite his years working there and he would be on probation the first three months like everybody else, he thought to himself, "who gives a shit? Hope she stops being such a bitch!"
Daniel stood facing the wall of mirrors admiring his lean chest and abs with their sweaty matte shine. He had made great progress in sculpting his body and he took the time to admire his work. Checking out the definition on his arms, chest and abs. He kicked off his Vans and reached down and peeled off each sock.
One part of his body he was particularly confident about was his butt. He had received several compliments from girls and the odd guy on the shape of his behind. His ex Kathy used to talk about his sweet ass all the time. Daniel turned his back to the wall of mirrors and checked out his backside looking into the bank of angled mirrors above the lockers. His back appeared lean and his butt round and firm in his cargo shorts. "Dang, I look good!", he thought to himself.
He undid his belt as he turned back to face the mirror. He stood there in a daze undid his shorts and dropped them to the floor. His boxers were wet around the waist band. The front of his boxers protruded slightly where the fabric covered his junk. He quickly shed the boxers and stood facing the mirror full frontal.
Daniel was sensitive about his red pubic hair or 'ginger' as a friend had jokingly called them. He kept his pubes trimmed but. His hair covered balls and the head of his cut cock were all purple-red and hanging low from the heat. His thick white shaft in the middle of it all. He knew that he was above average in size especially in thickness. Even though he was alone, he reached down grabbed the head of his cock and pulled it down and to the right as far as he could to make it appear longer. This locker room maneuver was familiar to all guys as they try to look as endowed as possible to anyone who sees them.
Just as Daniel was about to turn to head to the shower stalls he saw a strange flash of light on the lower left hand side of the mirror. He turned and looked behind him but saw nothing. When he turned back toward the mirror the strange light disappeared. He dismissed it as fatigue and headed for the showers.
Daniel washed up quickly and lingered for a while under the water, it felt good on his tired upper back. He walked into the locker room and retrieved his towel and dried off quickly leaving several areas wet to evaporate and cool his skin. He put on fresh boxers, cargos, t-shirt and flip-flops and grabbing his backpack went through the change room door out into the hallway.
"Daniel, can I talk to you for a sec?" Barb called from her office just up the hallway.
"Yeah, sure," Daniel called back, thinking that he was probably about to be offered a hike in his hourly wage due to his high performance.
Barb had hardly spoke to him since he started a couple of weeks ago. A raise in hourly to make sure he is happy was the most logical explanation.
"What's up?" Daniel asked sticking his head around the door frame.
"Come in here, please," Barb said rising to close the door behind him. "Sit down."
Daniel walked over to the spare chair against the back wall. He took a seat, leaning back confidently. Barb took her chair at her desk and turned it backwards to face Daniel across the small office.
"I'm going to have to let you go," Barb stated coldly.
Daniel's heart hammered in his throat, he could hear the cliché heartbeat thudding in his ears. He sat forward in a jolt. His mind began to race trying to figure out why Barb was saying this.
"There must be a mistake... What do you mean? What for?"
Daniel's panic was intense, he was about to lose over eighteen thousand dollars and his income for an entire year of study. No other job in Huron Beach would come close to paying what he made at the Arms. "How out of touch is this stupid bitch? I am the best server here!" Daniel thought to himself.
"I understand you took two bottles of beer with you last night," Barb stated.
"Yes, but I paid for those though, full price."
"There is no way to prove that you paid for them," Barb countered.
"Well I did pay for them ask..."
"It doesn't matter if you paid for them Daniel, you are not allowed to take alcohol off the premises, it violates our liquor license," Barb snipped cutting him off.
"Listen, I won't ever do it again. Okay? It was something we used to do here before you became owner, I won't ever do it again," Daniel said.
"Unfortunately I've decided to let you go," Barb stated, turning her chair back toward her desk.
Daniel could feel his confidence and his options evaporating along with the last drops from his shower. The long tiring shift coupled with the panic he was experiencing were too much, the cocky twenty year old started to cry and lowered his head to hide his face. The only thing left was to plead with her.
"Please, this job is so important, I can't go to school without it. I'll do anything, anything at all to prove I am worth keeping around," he pleaded.
"I don't know what you could do to be honest Daniel," Barb stated dismissively, smiling to herself.
"I will do anything at all! Anything you say if I can keep this job. Please, I am begging you to reconsider," he continued.
