He didn't look at his cell phone to see what time it was. For Trevor Swartson, it showed a lack of confidence to be 'waiting' for something. Waiting implied that you weren't sure that something was going to happen, that your plans weren't going to come to fruition. It wasn't arrogance that made Trevor think that his next appointment was going to arrive. And it wasn't 'knowing' that she was coming. Rather, as he settled back into his chair, watching the television in his basement, it was confidence that no matter what happened, that he could make the best of it. Whatever happened, happened, and in lieu of always trying to make his own luck, he'd just take advantage of whatever life gave to him. In this particular instance, an opportunity had dropped square into his lap and he was looking forward to seeing where it took him.
He'd prepared well. Trevor would admit freely to anyone - under a lie detector, anyways - that he wasn't the best photographer or video taker. He was taking courses for it, and doing damned well in his final year of college; the makeshift studio upstairs was evidence of that. He could put out quality shots for those willing to pay a price, or not pay one. But he didn't sell the best. What he sold was results. If someone wanted something, and he said he could do it for them...he did. He projected extreme confidence that he could deliver on what he boasted.
And it wasn't about getting the most money, either. At least not in this stage of the game. With his schooling mostly paid for, he could afford to take on the jobs that interested him the most, and one add in particular had stood out to him. It was near the beginning of the school year, early September, when some were still trying to find their way - specifically freshmen looking to get into various social circles. Or, in this case, cute hotties looking to get into sororities. Ones that demanded a lot in terms of their initiations, to know that they were getting the hardest partiers, the ones that would do...well anything to get in.
Not that they needed to. But from the add this young woman had posted, it sounded like she would, which meant that in addition to getting her in, Trevor would probably get to have a little fun with her, too...
He'd prepared well. Trevor would admit freely to anyone - under a lie detector, anyways - that he wasn't the best photographer or video taker. He was taking courses for it, and doing damned well in his final year of college; the makeshift studio upstairs was evidence of that. He could put out quality shots for those willing to pay a price, or not pay one. But he didn't sell the best. What he sold was results. If someone wanted something, and he said he could do it for them...he did. He projected extreme confidence that he could deliver on what he boasted.
And it wasn't about getting the most money, either. At least not in this stage of the game. With his schooling mostly paid for, he could afford to take on the jobs that interested him the most, and one add in particular had stood out to him. It was near the beginning of the school year, early September, when some were still trying to find their way - specifically freshmen looking to get into various social circles. Or, in this case, cute hotties looking to get into sororities. Ones that demanded a lot in terms of their initiations, to know that they were getting the hardest partiers, the ones that would do...well anything to get in.
Not that they needed to. But from the add this young woman had posted, it sounded like she would, which meant that in addition to getting her in, Trevor would probably get to have a little fun with her, too...