Part 1

It was over. They had sung that damn song for the last time. Some where crying, most were going home. But not JC. He and Tony had plans . They were going to LA When they were first told the Mouse club had been cancelled JC had planned to go home to Bowie. To go back to school. Then Tony had told him his plans and invited JC along for the ride.

“But Tony I don’t know anyone in LA”

“You know me.”

“I have no where to stay.”

“You can stay with me.”

“I don’t even have a high school diploma. I should go back to school.”

“ There are schools in LA JC” The seventeen year old raised his eyebrow staring at him with his steely blue eyes as if he doubted his persistent older friend.

“No, Really JC. There are schools in LA, I’ve seen them.”

JC grinned. “You’re not going to take no as an answer are you?”

“No” Tony grinned back.

“Well it looks like I’m going to Los Angeles.” Tony made a loud whooping noise and swung JC round and round.

“Things will be great.” He said excitedly and JC believed him.

Six months passed, JC had enrolled in a local school and was struggling to keep up with the class, on top of that he was also still unemployed. He’d gone for loads of auditions but no-one wanted to hire the ex Mousketeer. Tony however had walked straight into a job. Now the time that JC had been dreading loomed just round the corner.

“Jace you got your share of the rent man?” Tony was leaning against the door his half of the $560 in his hand. JC closed his eyes and swore softly under his breath.

“No” He waited for his friends reaction.

“No problem Jace. Just give it me later. you can write a cheque if you like.” The brunette leaned heavily on the kitchen counter focusing his eyes on his coffee cup.

“I don’t have it. None of it, I’m broke man.” Tony shrugged lost in thought.

“How much you got left Jace?” He asked

“$ 135.12”

Tony whistled a long breath in. “I can cover you this month, but get a job. I won’t be able to next time.”

“Shit” JC swore out loud as his flatmate left closing the door. He opened the local paper and began to circle vacancies.

A month later

“Jace, I need the rent next week.”

“I know.”

“Do you have it?”

JC shook his head.

“I’m sorry Tony, I’ve Tried to get a job, I really have. I’ve got another audition this afternoon. I’ll get this one I promise.” Tony sighed

“If you don’t, pack and get out understand?” The seventeen year old blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill from his steel blue eyes and whispered “OK.”

It was a forty five minute bus ride across town to his appointment, and JC chewed on his nails the whole way. He had gelled his hair, scrubbed his nails, practised his smile. He wanted this job, more than that he needed this job. The doorman directed him to the elevator to take him to the 20th floor. He took deep breaths all the way up. He straightened his shirt, brushed down his slacks and painted on his smile and entered the office of Mr Julian Bomnier praying that this time he would be hired.

After a twenty minute wait JC was finally shown in to see the casting director. Julian Bomnier was a tall greying English man in his fifties, hawk featured with piercing blue eyes. JC offered his hand “Joshua Chasez Sir.” Bomnier scrutinised the young hopeful.

“Do you have your CV?”


“Your previous record of employment.”

“Oh, yes Sir.” JC handed over the single typed piece of paper.

He fought the temptation to start chewing on his nails again as the director read through his details.

“It says you sing and act.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Stand there and sing something for me please.”

JC stood up and stood on the tape that was placed in a cross on the floor. He took a deep breath and began. Oceans apart day after day
And I slowly go insane
I hear your voice on the line
But it doesn't stop the pain

If I see you next to never

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you

I took for granted, all the times
That I though would last somehow
I hear the laughter, I taste the tears
But I can't get near you now

Oh, can't you see it baby
You've got me goin' crazy

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you

I wonder how we can survive
This romance
But in the end if I'm with you
I'll take the chance

Oh, can't you see it baby
You've got me goin' crazy

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you

“Ok, Thank you for your time I’ll be in touch.” He pointed to the door and turned his attention to paper on his desk. JC started to leave then turned back

“Sir, I really need this job Sir ... Please give me a chance.” Bomnier looked at the boy over the top of his glasses.

“How badly do you want this job?” JC swallowed hard as Julian walked over and locked the door. “Show me” He jumped as the lock clicked shut, Julian stood before him licking his lips in anticipation. “How old are you?”


“Have you fucked a girl before?”

“No” JC blushed furiously at the intimacy of the question.

“Have you been fucked by a man?”

“N ...N...No” He stuttered his reply. “Plae ... please d.. don’t make me.”

Julian laughed he sounded like a hawk to the frightened boy screeching about to gut its prey.

“I won’t make you Joshua, but if you really want to even be considered for this part you will do whatever it takes.”

Josh’s shoulders sagged as the weight of the directors words rested on him, he bit his lip, drawing a spot of blood.

“Sir I really need to work.” His chest tightened as he fought to control his urge to bolt.

“Take off your clothes. I want to look at you” JC started to unbutton his shirt, his head hung low, ashamed of what he was about to do.


He looked up at the older man stunned by the sudden sharpness in his voice.

“Sway boy, dance. Your work record says you are a dancer, Show me. Lap dance for me.”

Josh swallowed what little pride he had left and began to dance, stripping slowly, straddling Julian’s legs. He ground his pelvis into the stomach of the director, Brushing his brownish nipples over the mans mouth. Bomnier began to pant as he unzipped the young hopefuls pants, reaching inside to feel his thickness. Josh choked back the bile that rose in his throat as his pants and underwear were yanked down exposing him. He kept swaying as the tears began to roll silently down his face.

“Get on your knees.” Bomnier rasped forcing Josh to the floor, He pressed his hard cock to JC’s lips forcing him to taste the pre cum that oozed out the end, making him hold his tongue still as he squeezed out as much as he could before forcing himself deeply into the boys throat with a thrusting motion, fucking his lovely mouth without mercy.

“ I’m .. I’m cumming, swallow.” He warned. Josh almost gagged as his mouth was filled with the hot thick liquid. he swallowed as quickly as he could trying not to taste. The older man put himself back into his pants. “Get dressed.” He watched as the young brunette hurried to cover his nakedness.

“D... Do ..Did I get the job?”

“My office will let you know in a few days.” Julian unlocked the door indicating for JC to leave.