Date: Tue, 18 May 2004 16:11:57 +0000
From: I Have No Name <perforate_spark@hotmail.com>
Subject: No Will Of My Own Chapter 1

No Will Of My Own
By D.M

Disclaimer- Of course this story is in no way true, I may have met Mr Will
Young and know his sexuality but I do not claim to have any insight into his
personal life. Also guys, make sure you are over 18 or whatever age you need
to be to view this material. This isn't going to be a porn story; it will
need to build up first if anything. Also I wanna slip in some
recommendations; everyone should read "Orli" in celebrity as well as "Boys
Get Busted", and also Busted Love in boy bands. Not my stories but they're
good so go read!

	I woke up, glanced at the clock and groaned slightly. 10:30. I sighed
"Stupid fucking jobs, who invented this need for money anyway!" I'm not
really a morning person... Looking next to me, I see what I'm looking for.
My phone. Brand new by the way, just got it, still not sure how to work it.
	In my boxers and t-shirt I finally haul my ass out of bed, my rather toned
ass if I say so myself! At this thought I chuckle. I walk steadily into the
en-suite, living in London isn't that bad, but I'd really rather I still
stayed in Glasgow with my family, I did miss them occasionally. But, on the
plus side I did have better shops to spend money in! Let me properly
introduce myself. Glenn Wyatt, 27 P.R. Consultant for a firm in London
(that's why I had to move) I'm just over 6 ft, green eyes Blond hair and I
would love to say I was gods gift to men, but I'm not. I can hold my own
though. I work out when I get the chance, mostly swimming though, so I have
that slightly muscular look, toned it would be called, or defined. Anyway
that's me.
	Coming out of the shower and drying myself off, I give a fleeting look at
the poster above my bed, of a certain celebrity...Will Young...mmm...gorgeous
guy. Coming out of my daydream I dry myself off, slip on some dark blue
boxers, black trousers, CK belt, Ben Sherman Purple shirt and a lavender
tie, also with my suit jacket, but I never really wear that in my office,
its just for outside really. Earning $40,000 a year means that I'm pretty
lucky for a P.R. Consultant. I also get to spend loads of money on clothes
woo! I have a walk in wardrobe in my house I kind of needed it once I found
all the clothes shops!
	Anyway, not that I'm ready to go, I grab my laptop and my briefcase and
head out. Stopping at the front door to look in the mirror. I'd forgotten my
hair gel shit! I ran upstairs and quickly flicked it through my hair,
bringing a slight Mohican to my hair but it starts at the right side of my
crown and works right down diagonally to the left side of my face, its easy
simple and plus looks pretty cool. I ran out the door locking it and
switching off the alarm in my car, a bardn new mini, I'd waited for ages to
get one, it was delivered last week, Navy Blue with a Black roof, looked
pretty smart, like me hehe.
	Arriving in work about 5 minutes late, I rushed to my office, smiling an
apologetic smile at my best friend Emma. She was also my boss. She just
rolled her eyes and pointed at my office, indicating that basically I had a
client waiting. I nodded curtly and walked in, hanging my jacket up and
taking of my suit jacket, while at the same time apologising. I stuffed my
case on my desk and my laptop behind the door, and then went over to
properly introduce myself. That's when I saw who it was...
	Will Young, sitting on the couch in my office...I had to stop myself
jumping on him right there.
	"Hi I'm Glenn Wyatt Mr Young, how can I help you?"
I sat down in my swanky leather office chair and watched him across my desk.
	"Well basically, I need a new P.R. Man as my last one didn't really turn
out too well, he ended up not being very good...at anything, really"
	I sat up slightly straighter at this point.
	"Well, I'm sure our company would love to take you on and-"
He cut me off.
	"No, no no I mean I want you as my P.R. consultant, I don't need the
company really. I've asked around and I've been told you're the best."
	My chest swelled at this and I did to be honest really have to consider
what he was saying. Sure he was Will Young but he may nt be around for
another year and this job I was guaranteed to be here for at least 5. My
chan of thought was interrupted.
	"I can offer you $65,000 a year plus expenses, a new car and a 25%
discount at Slaters, D2, and a couple of other clothing outlets...so what
do you say?"


Ah well... There's a cliff hanger! Email me with suggestions and/or
comments, constructive only please!, also please header it "No will of my
own" so I know what its about.

D.M.