Brian was finally getting the hang of his new job. Just a few months out of law school, the fresh young lawyer was ready to take on the world. He graduated at the top of his class and was on his way to making junior partner at his firm. He loved the power and money that came with his job. Sure, the days were grueling and he worked hard, but Brian got to play just as hard partying on the weekends and hooking-up as much as he could. Brian was a trust fund brat and got what he wanted when he wanted it.
The young lawyer was a beefy, powerful man who played football in college. The years of partying gave him the slightest thickness to his pecs and torso, but he always filled out his shirts perfectly and his pants. Brian stood at 62 and 240lbs. With a trim beard and ice blue eyes, he was used to getting special treatment for his dashing good. He was charming, yet aggressive and cocky. The ex-frat boy still had that bro quality despite his sharp intellect.
The young lawyer was a beefy, powerful man who played football in college. The years of partying gave him the slightest thickness to his pecs and torso, but he always filled out his shirts perfectly and his pants. Brian stood at 62 and 240lbs. With a trim beard and ice blue eyes, he was used to getting special treatment for his dashing good. He was charming, yet aggressive and cocky. The ex-frat boy still had that bro quality despite his sharp intellect.