Chapter 1: Ryan Frost
Life is one big drama show all on its own. Someone wise once said to me. Which is why with so much dry dramas, my career as a network journalist fell down the drain. But I am not someone who gives up that easily. Yes. I know I may seem pathetic. How lifeless and money grubbing could I possibly be to pry into the lives of famous celebrities as a career? The answer would be: Very much pathetic indeed. At least I better tell that to myself today when I meet with Natalie Parker, my boss, who is probably on the verge of firing me. Her office is one of the strangest offices I have ever seen. Not like I have seen so many offices but still. There are lots of red carpets in every corner there and many types of men hanging around, some of them are barely clothed may I mention, just walking freely there. Not that I mind of course. “Come in, Nate!” I heard her yell across the door. I arranged myself a bit before entering her office. Making sure my hair wasn’t too messy to convey cultivation but messy enough to convey the desperate state I am in. Finally, I entered her fancy office. which smelled strongly of cinnamon. She had changed it up a bit, I noticed. Adding red curtains to it as well. Ms. Parker was sitting on her red couch when one of the guys got up from it and left the room so the two of us could be alone. “Would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee?” She offered but immediately after bursted out laughing. “I’m just kidding. After all, only real journalists have the right to get a drink in my office.” She said with a condescending yet disappointed tone of voice. “I am a real journalist!” I claimed. My glasses almost fell off of my nose with the sudden head movement I did. “Is that so? Because it’s clear as day that those articles of yours aren’t getting any feedback. No expectations, no interest, no money at all.”Here it comes. I can feel the words that are about to come out of her mouth at that moment. There will be the use of the words “Nate” and “fired” somewhere between the lines. I am a hundred percent sure. “But today is your lucky day, kid.” She said after taking a sip of her black coffee. “I’m sorry?” I asked surprised. “You heard me correctly. Simple celebrity gossip is nice and all, from who cheated on who with who and who divorced who because of who and who copied the newest album from whom. But these things, as delightful as they are, won’t get us anywhere. Which is why I found you a breakthrough that will be juicy enough to save you from the pit you’ve dug yourself into, my friend.” She said confidently. “The question is, how far are you willing to go in order to achieve success in this field?”
“Very far, I am sure.” I answered. Even if it means stepping on the backs of others. I’m willing to do anything at this point. “That's what I like to hear.” She said with a satisfied smirk. “You see Nate? That’s why I like you and I’m not going to give up on you yet.”
“So what are you offering me?” I asked. Ms. Parker nodded and picked up her phone. “Honey pie, would you be a dear and bring us the papers? Yes. Thank you.” She said over the phone. Not a minute passed and one of the men I saw in her office earlier, came inside and gave her some papers. “Thank you, sweet cheeks.” She sent him a loud kiss with her lips. I threw up in my mouth a bit. “Ta da!” She waved one of the pages in front of my face, it was a poster in bright colors. “Dancer of the year?” I read the poster and turned to look back at her with a confused look. Why should I care about this show? Every year, the number of viewers for it only decreases because of how low the interest it has and lack of an audience. “One of my contacts works as part of this show’s production team and I got the information that they are bringing the competition back this year but with certain dancers which are chosen for a very specific reason.”
”What do you mean?” I asked. If only I knew what Natalie Parker with that naughty smirk on her face was about to get me into at that moment…
Ever since that meeting I had with my boss, you could say that I have been reborn. I had a new goal. Every night when I got home from work, I set my attention to my real job. I went into my room. Closed my curtains, turned on my computer, I logged into the site where I would watch him. observe him from each and every angle possible.
“Wait, so let me get this straight.” I said to Ms. Parker, rubbing my forehead. “You want me to infiltrate the show as a judge? I barely know anything about dancing!” I explained myself to her in confusion. “You don’t need to worry about that.” Ms. Parker said calmly. “The guy I’m in contact with will help you there. His name is Brandon. You will meet him there. He is a part of the crew that films the dancer’s rehearsals behind the scenes before they get on stage. He knows the dances they will do in advance and will give you a text of what to say when it will be your turn to judge the dance shown. He knows what dances the dancers will dance in advance.” She explained. “But people will see me on TV! People who know me! They will know I am not a real dancer!” I said nervously. “Not at all. You have experimented with dancing in the past with a private soviet teacher, but since your injury six years ago, you refuse to dance in public or talk about these days. You kept it a secret from your surroundings for a long time.” She explained. “I’m only twenty five…” I added. “Yes, but you studied dance for years even after the injury. You just burned out on dancing on your own because of a medical problem with your ankle. “People must be stupid to believe that.” I replied to her. “Well the other judges really liked your story and they want you there with them. Someone young with an understanding of the profession, humble and introverted. A former dancer, a mysterious one. They said it will add to the ratings if the audience would get to know you while you do your part as a judge. We also described you as a man with a pretty face so you’d better get rid of these bags under your eyes before you make an appearance on the big screen.” She warned. “Wait a minute, you already planned that I would just agree to this?” I asked her. “Of course, do you think anyone is able to say no to me?” She asked with a condescended smirk. “Okay, let’s just say I actually manage to win everyone over and play a judge in this show. What kind of gossip am I supposed to reveal while pretending to be one?” I asked her. “That’s the question I have been wanting to hear from you!” She said with a smile. “You see…One of the dancers chosen with care for the show is hiding a very dirty little secret, but the final question I have for you, Nate, is whether you are truly willing to go all the way into it.”
“...into it?” I asked. “Into that territory.” She answered with a blank stare.
“How’s it going everybody? This is your one and only Ryan Frost, here live.” Back in my room, my eyes were drawn into my computer screen as the shameless hot man whose face was covered behind a mask and black slick hair with a charming smile shone brightly in front of them. “Come on in, don’t forget to lock your doors and if you’re seeing me for the first time, follow me to get notified whenever I start my broadcast.” He said, sitting on his gaming chair like a god. “Get ready, babes. It’s Friday night, it’s going to get hot and steamy over here.” His fingers played with the collar of his button up shirt. “Take it off already…?” He giggled as he read the comment. “Impatient, are we tonight?” He looked at the camera with a sexy smirk. That guy seemed to be a professional at this game. He knew what would turn the audience on, from the most tinniest gestures to the greatest, it seemed. “Let me run my own show and be the boss, okay? Sit quietly and enjoy babes.” He leaned on his chair. “So what is my theme tonight?” He only asked when a certain amount of viewers logged in. I watched closely as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
“What in the world…” I mumbled to Ms. Parker, while grabbing myself a drink. “Oh yeah..One of the dancers they took to this competition is none other than Ryan Frost, AKA one of the sexiest streamers on gay porn sites. And it’s your job is to find out which one of them is him and expose him. This is your scoop, Natie boy, this is your chance! You found it!” She encouraged me. “But...but how am I supposed to do this?!” I asked with confusion.
“Your boyfriend is a hottie even when wearing a modest boring button shirt?” He trolled his viewers. “Nah, we throw away all that’s modest in this show, my show. Now where are my indecent little bitches at?” He spread his arms prominently and displayed his muscular chest. “The theme tonight is…I’m your horny side piece.” I felt my cheeks burn as he started massaging his chest and brought his long fingers closer to his nipple area. “I bet you’re already touching yourselves down there. I hope you are alone so no one catches you masturbating for me here.” He whispered seductively. If I have already started doing this every night, why not enjoy myself a little? Nothing wrong with mixing business with pleasure in some cases. I am a man with weaknesses after all. And sexy cam boys are at least one of them. While he took off his shirt and rubbed his penis, I put my hand under my pants and rubbed my cock. He bit his lip on the side and licked his teeth with a teasing seductive smile. The comments were going crazy, when I noticed them, I immediately snapped myself back to reality. I’ve got a fucking job to do! This is my moment to strike! I already knew that this jock, cums only after getting the amount of chestnuts he wants, how do I know if he is pleased with the amount? Ryan Frost got this eye thing, I managed to see behind the mask, that whenever he is about to shoot his load out of satisfaction, his eye twitches a bit, like a flirty wink, then he cums. The moment his eye twitched, I clicked to donate. “Was it good? Wow…” He suddenly noticed my donation. “Nathaniel1929, baby. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you.” My heart fluttered with excitement. “You keep spoiling me, thank you, baby.” He said as he looked at the screen. He noticed me. Finally…This is the first time he said my username on his stream. “You are the best, Nathaniel.” He smiled. His eyes, hidden by the mask, penetrated into my soul. I can’t let myself be distracted! I can’t allow myself to miss this opportunity!
I typed as fast as I could. “Stand up, show your body and turn around.” He read my comment. “Sure. Whatever you say.” He stood up, I immediately clicked on the recording screen button in my computer which was planned in advance for this moment that I have waited for. When he moved a bit to the right, in that moment I knew that I have managed to see the tattoo of a scorpion on his hip bone. “Bingo.” I said, grinning from ear to ear. “I caught you now, Frost.”
“A scorpion tattoo?” I asked Natalie Parker after I sat back down in front of her in her office. “A tiny tiny one on his right hip bone, very easy to miss if you’re not looking for it, and that’s exactly your job.” She said. ‘You’re able to put all of that together, right, Nate?” She asked with a smile, knowing my answer in advance. I gulped with full understanding and nodded my head. “The team Brandon works for found some male dancers that also have similar tattoos. They picked guys who look a bit alike to Ryan Frost’s description. Similar height, matching hair and skin color. But we could also suspect that he is wearing some type of a wig to better cover his identity. You need to get a good picture of that tattoo for yourself to verify the rumors. Find there the dancer with the same tattoo. You find him and expose him to the world for who he really is and what he does behind closed doors. Expose him and you’ve got yourself a scoop. You’ve got the scoop, you’ve got your job secured for life. So, Nate, darling…Are you in?”
“I’m in.”
