So I got carried away and wrote another one
M/F, Consensual, Casual, Beheading, Filming
One of the perks of making it to the final round of interviews at Elysium Snuff Resort was, well, making it to Elysium Snuff Resort.
One of the downsides, however, was the timing. Summer and winter were the peak seasons for Elysium, so the resort’s most aggressive hiring pushes were always at different times of year, to ensure they had enough properly trained staff to meet their guests’ needs.
Subsequently, though Charlie found himself with an all-expenses-paid week at Elysium Snuff Resort, he also found himself largely alone. February was a weird time to visit a snuff resort— too late to catch the winter holidays, too early for the spring breakers, definitely too early for the summer rush. And given that, to some extent, the other guests were the star attractions, it meant his downtime between interviews was largely left to his own devices.
Charlie unfurled a beach towel under an open umbrella (which wasn’t hard to find, they were almost all open), and laid down, taking in the sound of the surf. To be frank, this was not really the vacation that he’d hoped for. There were a small handful of folks he’d been interested in snuffing, but most of the guests were quite a bit older than his strike zone. It wasn’t a surprise to him when several of them asked him to snuff them. After all, he was, simply put, an absolute hunk: broad shouldered, handsomely built, clean cut with a lantern jawline. Charlie belonged either on the cover of a sports magazine, or a superhero comic book.
Of course, when Charlie was propositioned, he was more than happy to show them a good time— that was the job he’d come to the resort to interview for, after all, and it seemed like a good way to get a head start on experience. They got to go out thrilled and satisfied, he got to train his skills and warm up for the interviews, it was a win-win!
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