Chapter 1 take off your pants, too

"I don't want it! Why should I apologize to him? I didn't do anything wrong." Dylan's eyebrows were all screwed together, his lips were tight, and his face was unhappy.He held his mobile phone in his left hand and stuck it to his ear. In his right hand, he held an advertisement casually taken over by the roadside. When talking, his eyes inadvertently swept it.I don't know what else was said on the phone. Dylan was so angry that his cheeks were red."No living expenses, no living expenses!" He shouted angrily.An abrupt yellow font in the upper left corner of the advertising paper hit his vision: recruit high-quality models, 500 per hour.Dylan was stunned. The man on the other end of the phone was still talking, but he didn't listen any more.After a meeting, he suddenly shouted to the phone, "if you want to cut off the living expenses, just cut it! I can work and support myself, hum!" Momentum is more powerful than any previous sentence.Dylan snapped and hung up.He clenched the advertising paper in his hand.Dylan is a junior in high school this year. Her parents divorced and followed her father since childhood.His father runs a big company and has endless things to do all year round.Half a month ago, Dylan failed his monthly exam again, but he not only didn't take it seriously, but also stole the car key and sneaked out to fool around with his friends at night. As a result, he hit someone else's car. His father threw a big business and rushed back overnight.It's not the first time Dylan's been in trouble.He was punished to spend a week in front of the wall at home, but he sneaked out two days later.He happened to see his father coming back with some close friends, and the father and son quarreled again on the spot.Dylan scolded his father for "dead wood, restricting personal freedom and suing him."His father was so angry that he slapped him in the face with blue veins on his forehead.Dylan was stunned. It was the first time he had been slapped in the face and in front of so many people.He scolded severely and walked out of the door without looking back. He also shook the door with a bang.When Dylan left, he heard his father say he wanted to break up his father son relationship with him.This is the second week since his father cut off his living expenses. Dylan's bank card was not only frozen, but his father also banned all relatives and friends from giving him money.Dylan has never been able to borrow money for a few days, but he didn't spend it for a long time.The one who called him just now was the housekeeper of his family. The housekeeper was in charge of all the big and small things at home, including taking care of Dylan.Let dad talk to him about it. Let him really talk about it.Where does Dylan eat this? There is no apology in his dictionary.After taking a few more steps, Dylan remembered something. He smoothed the advertising paper in his hand, looked at the address above his eyes, and found that the recruitment place was in the nearby alley, not far away.The unhappy moment just now was left behind. Dylan also raised a complacent smile on his face. As he walked forward, he whispered, "hum, it's not difficult to find a job..."This building looks old. The walls are mottled, and the wall ash has fallen off a lot, revealing the brown bricks that are not very neat inside. The corridor is gloomy, and I don't know how much dust has accumulated on the ground.Dylan stood downstairs, his eyebrows could be twisted into a hemp rope, pursed his lips, paused for a while, took a deep breath outside, and then walked in.He counted the floors in his heart and stopped in front of the door on the left of the third floor.The wooden door panel is also very old. It is covered with all kinds of telephone numbers and some dark dyes.It seems that the corridor is still full of a bad smell of old things and corruption.Dylan frowned impatiently and couldn't help holding her breath.He remembered the cruel words he had just made, but he resisted the impulse to turn around and leave.Dylan curled up the food finger and was ready to knock on the door. Before his hand fell, the door was opened from the inside.A girl covered her mouth, grabbed the clothes on her chest and ran out from behind the door. While running, she didn't forget to scold inside: "hooligan! Dead pervert!"When she passed Dylan, she paused, raised her face full of water light, looked at Dylan, opened her mouth as if to say something, but finally turned away from the beginning and ran downstairs.Dylan blinked and looked in curiously.The room was dark. The curtains should have been closed. Dylan couldn't see clearly. He knocked on the door and whispered, "is anyone there?"After a moment of silence, a deep male voice sounded, "come in."Dylan's mind floated over the girl's face and what she shouted into the room.He looked in again and then raised his feet and walked in.After taking no two steps, the man's low voice sounded again, icy and cold, "close the door."As soon as Dylan stepped into the dark room, his body was reflexively alert. The man's sudden voice sounded. He couldn't help being startled. After thinking for a while, he asked, "why... Why don't you turn on the light?"As soon as the voice fell, the innermost room lit up.Dylan then closed the door and walked towards the only light in the room.As he approached, Dylan saw what was in the room.The room is small and a little old. There is a wooden desk in front of it. The ground on the left is filled with many small cans of paint. The floor is also dyed with various colors. There is an easel in the middle of the room and a sofa on the right near the door.There is a man sitting on the sofa.The man glanced at him, stood up and walked towards the desk.Dylan was stunned when he saw him and asked, "are you a painter?"Alex leaned over the desk and sorted out the scattered drawing paper on the desk. He looked up at Dylan and didn't answer his question. Instead, he asked him, "who's coming to be a model?"Dylan frowned and said, "yes," and then asked, "are you a painter?"Alex didn't look back. He just spit out two words, "nonsense?"Dylan blinked. It's rare to be offended. He didn't scold back.I just stared at Alex's figure for a while. Dylan would believe it if he was a boxing coach.The man in front of him was naked on the upper body and loose on the lower body. He tied a pair of gray casual pants, like hanging on his crotch.Wheat colored skin, standard wide shoulders and narrow waist, exposed chest and abdominal muscles are clearly visible, and the lines are full and smooth. The muscles in every place seem to show vigorous male charm.This is a figure that boys will envy when they see it, especially Dylan.His natural skeleton is smaller than that of ordinary boys, and his skin is whiter. How to exercise can't achieve this effect. Dylan still likes this kind of body.He couldn't help looking more. He found Alex's abdomen extending into the casual pants and a tattoo, but he couldn't see what pattern. Dylan couldn't help staring at the tattoo to see what it was.Alex's low voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "have you seen enough?"Dylan looked up in an instant. He looked like a peeping maniac caught on the spot. His heart missed a beat,."Who, who looks at you!" He replied angrily, but a touch of red on his cheek betrayed him.Alex didn't speak. He turned around and looked at Dylan coldly. The tattoo was completely exposed.It is half of a fish tail, like that of a large whale shark. The fish tail is tilted up, occupying half of the lower abdomen, and the trunk is hidden down into the trouser head.Dylan couldn't help but move down. He didn't see the pattern below. He only saw a ball of drums wrapped in gray slacks.Dylan looks up at Alex's face as if he had touched a minefield and finds that the other person is staring at him, too.Alex seemed to have a faint smile on his lips.Dylan only felt the hot cheeks and neck, glanced awkwardly aside and frowned. Before he could say anything, he heard Alex's calm, almost emotionless voice: "take off your clothes."Dylan was stunned, turned his head, opened his mouth and looked at Alex, "ah?""Model? Aren't you here to interview this?" Alex took a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket and pulled them out of a fulcrum.Alex has no expression on his face. Dylan is the first time to be a model. This is even his first time to work part-time.He couldn't help thinking, could it be such a process? Then he replied, "Oh... Oh."He crossed his hands, grabbed the hem of his clothes, lifted it up, and took off his Hoodie.Dylan actually has a good figure and doesn't have large muscles, but his chest and abdomen are covered with a thin layer. His white skin looks more delicate under the light, which is the green and astringent beauty of young people.Alex spits out a chain of smoke rings. The smoke covers his face. Dylan can't see the expression on his face.Alex approached him.Alex's hair is a little long, slightly curled, pulled at the back, and a few strands hang down his forehead. This hairstyle doesn't show femininity on him, and even a little wild handsome, maybe because of his body or face.He has a sharp facial contour, prominent eyebrow bones, thick eyebrows, deep and slightly sunken eyes, and a firm bridge of nose, which makes him feel like a hybrid.Alex came up to him and stopped. There was a distance of three fists between them.He is a head taller than Dylan. Dylan wants to look up at him.They didn't talk.Suddenly, Dylan felt a slightly rough hand fall on his abdomen.Alex's palm was so big that it fell on Dylan and almost covered half of his waist.Dylan was stunned and felt the hand pinch on his waist.His eyes suddenly widened, his body suddenly aroused spirits, then jumped back, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to shock."You... What are you doing?!" His voice trembled.Alex seemed to tick the corner of his mouth, but his tone was still calm: "interview."Dylan's mind flashed over the girl's face in front of the door, his heart tightened, and conveniently took off his clothes to cover his naked upper body."Face to face, why do you touch it!" Dylan is like an enraged little leopard.Alex, with a cigarette in his mouth and no expression on his face, explained, "see if you are fit enough."Dylan opened his mouth and wanted to say something. Then Alex said again, "it's all men. Can I eat you?"Alex has a natural look.Dylan's mouth opened and closed without squeezing out a word. He looked suspiciously at Alex, but Alex was just smoking a cigar with a cold face. It seemed that he didn't even bother to give his superfluous expression.This is also the procedure to go?After hesitating for a while, Dylan put down the clothes in front of him, looked at Alex, straightened his body, raised his neck, pretended to be calm and said, "is it OK? Is it qualified?"Alex just stared at his body and didn't speak. Dylan was getting hairy. Then he heard him say, "take off your pants, too."