long drink of my beer, finishing it and then I ordered another.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s rich. I’ll get a good laugh out of this for years ,” Victor chuckled.
“Dude, if you suggested I take up modeling as some practical joke, I’m kicking your ass. I hope it has all the benefits you said it would have,” I warned him, but all he did was grin.
“Of course, women will be throwing themselves at you with a bit more advertising…” Victor trailed off and I waited for him to continue, to tell me how this would help the business.
“Stargate won’t suffer from it, as long as you don’t take your shirt off too much,” Victor assured me, still laughing at me.
“I swear if you don’t stop laughing I’m backing out.”
Victor’s chuckling quieted and his eyes widened. “No, no, no. Nessa would kick my ass, apparently that thing with Armani was difficult to set up. Plus, she truly believes it could be a great pastime for you. Some people might even want to take pictures of you in a Roman costume standing next to a plane and that’s good advertising.”
I punched Victor in the arm and he started chortling all over again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, that was the last one for today, I promise.”
I simply shook my head and we talked over another beer before he had to go. I finished a third beer on my own, then headed out to the waiting car and my driver drove me back to the townhouse. The place felt kind of big and empty all of a sudden and I didn’t really want to ponder why that was. Yeah, I was lonely and had been for a while after my last serious relationship, which ended abruptly and tore me apart.
Ever since then, I’ve been closed off from any romance. Hopefully, the modeling thing would loosen me up and get me back to normal when it came to women. I sat down on the living room couch and pulled out my phone. My publicist had already sent the news out all over twitter about my new career in modeling. There really was no going back then, it ought to be a crazy adventure, that’s for sure.
I fell asleep on the couch and the next morning, I went about my normal Saturday routine. Breakfast, gym, golf, lunch, visit with my mom, and then home again. Vanessa had called me twice to make sure I wouldn’t forget about the shoot and I assured her that I would show up. When I did arrive at the Third Street Warehouse, Victor was waiting for me with a stupid smirk on his face.
“Why do you have to be here?” I said in annoyance, which Victor only found as funny.
“I told you, I couldn’t miss it. Vanessa is inside also, we want to make sure you have a great first day as a model,” Victor said patronizingly. I told him to fuck off and he laughed as we walked inside.
The large space was set up as any other photo shoot would be. There were a few dressing tables, a few racks of clothing, and then the lighted backdrop waiting for pictures to be taken. People milled around doing various things. Two photographers held cameras and spoke to two leggy blondes wrapped in satin robes. They were almost preternaturally gorgeous and I recognized their faces from many ads. I was almost certain one used to be a Victoria’s Secret Angel.
“Holy…shit those are my coworkers?” I asked in a hushed tone to no one in particular.
“Yes, they are, and while you’re working, there needs to be professionalism, Mister Bates,” a man’s effeminate voice sounded from behind me. He was holding a clipboard and looking up at me with a calculating gaze. It was as if he were studying me and committing my face to memory all at once.
“You’ll do; you have pretty genes, that’s for sure. We need you to undress and get into one of the suits marked with your name over there. Once you’re dressed, just come right out and we’ll get started.”
I nodded and the man turned crisply on his heel to go and yell at someone setting a few
“I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s rich. I’ll get a good laugh out of this for years ,” Victor chuckled.
“Dude, if you suggested I take up modeling as some practical joke, I’m kicking your ass. I hope it has all the benefits you said it would have,” I warned him, but all he did was grin.
“Of course, women will be throwing themselves at you with a bit more advertising…” Victor trailed off and I waited for him to continue, to tell me how this would help the business.
“Stargate won’t suffer from it, as long as you don’t take your shirt off too much,” Victor assured me, still laughing at me.
“I swear if you don’t stop laughing I’m backing out.”
Victor’s chuckling quieted and his eyes widened. “No, no, no. Nessa would kick my ass, apparently that thing with Armani was difficult to set up. Plus, she truly believes it could be a great pastime for you. Some people might even want to take pictures of you in a Roman costume standing next to a plane and that’s good advertising.”
I punched Victor in the arm and he started chortling all over again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, that was the last one for today, I promise.”
I simply shook my head and we talked over another beer before he had to go. I finished a third beer on my own, then headed out to the waiting car and my driver drove me back to the townhouse. The place felt kind of big and empty all of a sudden and I didn’t really want to ponder why that was. Yeah, I was lonely and had been for a while after my last serious relationship, which ended abruptly and tore me apart.
Ever since then, I’ve been closed off from any romance. Hopefully, the modeling thing would loosen me up and get me back to normal when it came to women. I sat down on the living room couch and pulled out my phone. My publicist had already sent the news out all over twitter about my new career in modeling. There really was no going back then, it ought to be a crazy adventure, that’s for sure.
I fell asleep on the couch and the next morning, I went about my normal Saturday routine. Breakfast, gym, golf, lunch, visit with my mom, and then home again. Vanessa had called me twice to make sure I wouldn’t forget about the shoot and I assured her that I would show up. When I did arrive at the Third Street Warehouse, Victor was waiting for me with a stupid smirk on his face.
“Why do you have to be here?” I said in annoyance, which Victor only found as funny.
“I told you, I couldn’t miss it. Vanessa is inside also, we want to make sure you have a great first day as a model,” Victor said patronizingly. I told him to fuck off and he laughed as we walked inside.
The large space was set up as any other photo shoot would be. There were a few dressing tables, a few racks of clothing, and then the lighted backdrop waiting for pictures to be taken. People milled around doing various things. Two photographers held cameras and spoke to two leggy blondes wrapped in satin robes. They were almost preternaturally gorgeous and I recognized their faces from many ads. I was almost certain one used to be a Victoria’s Secret Angel.
“Holy…shit those are my coworkers?” I asked in a hushed tone to no one in particular.
“Yes, they are, and while you’re working, there needs to be professionalism, Mister Bates,” a man’s effeminate voice sounded from behind me. He was holding a clipboard and looking up at me with a calculating gaze. It was as if he were studying me and committing my face to memory all at once.
“You’ll do; you have pretty genes, that’s for sure. We need you to undress and get into one of the suits marked with your name over there. Once you’re dressed, just come right out and we’ll get started.”
I nodded and the man turned crisply on his heel to go and yell at someone setting a few
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