The fact is, you're never going to see the photos I took of Raquel Gibson; Playboy Enterprises Inc. bought the rights in perpetuity. They're not dumb enough to figure that all copies are destroyed. In the age of digital photography nothing is destroyed, but they have paid me enough to make it worth my while to keep my portfolio of Raquel Gibson pictures buried forever. But I get to look at it and man, is it hot.
It started last winter when I got an idea to do an erotic version the blackboard on the Simpsons; you know the thing in the opening where Bart is writing over and over again some goofy aphorism like "Beer in a milk carton is not milk." My thing was going to be a calendar with a hot school girl babe writing sexy stuff, like "A French Tickler is not used on a Frenchman." OK, that's lame but I'm saving the good ones in case I do get around to doing the project with a different model.
Anyway, a friend of mine told me about this girl and I went to her website and she looked perfect: Height: 5 ft 5 in, Weight: 110 lbs, Chest: 34 in, Waist: 23 in, Hips: 35 in, Birth Date: June 14, 1985 (19 years of age), Hair Colour: Brown, Hair Length: Long, Eye Colour: Brown, Skin Color: Tanned Dress Size: 1/S, Shoe Size: 7 1/2, Ethnicity: Asian American (Filipino & Italian). She had that combination of seductiveness and innocence that would put the shots over; her figure was sexy without being too voluptuous, and she seemed to have a real playful streak that really captured that pouty school girl look I wanted.
You could tell she was all business though; she laid the whole thing out on her web site: "I work with both professional and amateur photographers in recognized studios and on location, both in the USA and abroad. I am available for work in Print, Sport, Glamour, Lifestyle, Catwalk / Runway, Art, Promotional, Stage, TV / Film, Lingerie, Fashion, Swimwear, and Casual. If you have a new project - then contact me now with your requirements. Minimum booking is 2 hours and mixed shoots are charged at the higher rate. Travel expenses are to be paid by the photographer / booker. I would love to work for you as well as hear any ideas you might have! As I enjoy working with anyone in a professional manner."
I shot her an email and she called my cell within the hour; man, was she ready to work.
"Hi," she said on my voice mail, "This is Raquel Gibson and I just read your proposal. I'm really booked up now but I want to squeeze you in if I can. Call me." Even her voice was sexy, kind of light and musical but breathy too. Like Marilyn Monroe maybe. We played telephone tag all afternoon but finally agreed to meet at a bar in downtown Miami.
In the freelance modeling business everybody keeps strange hours and offices often turn out to be bars or hotel lobbies, but I'd never before tried to set up a deal in a dance club at 11:30 at night. We met at Club Deep out on Washington Avenue. The place was loud and crowded and packed with gorgeous women, the kind you expect to meet in Miami nightlife, the kind who think dressing up means wearing less -- but Raquel beat them all. I recognized her from the gallery on her web page except she looked even better in person. Sure she was short, probably a foot shorter than I am, even with her high heels, but she was dressed in high style. She had black stiletto heels and her legs seemed long and athletic. Her figure was trim and firm, almost slight, but a nice round ass was covered by a super short white skirt. Her top was white too, but sheer; it fit snuggly on her tight little body and her chocolate nipples were right there in view.
I don't know how she found me in the throng but she sidled right up and put her arm under mine. "Make believe I'm your girlfriend," she muttered through clenched teeth, then in a louder voice she said, "Oh, I'm so glad you got here!" And she gave me a quick peck on the lips. This was a helluva business meeting.
"Here, I'll buy you a drink," she continued, pushing me against the bar. Then in sotto voice she explained, "This guy has been hassling me all night. He followed me from another club to here." She pressed her body closer to mine; I could feel her warmth on my arm.
"I told him my boyfriend was a monster and you sure fit the bill." She was giving my 6'9" frame the once over.
"Thank," I said with a displeased snort.
"No, I mean it's good you're tall!" she whispered blushing. "You'll scare him away." She was scanning the crowd for her stalker. From my vantage point I could spot several guys gawking at her, but who could blame them. But she saw somebody that spooked her because she leapt into my arms, "Pretend to kiss me!" she said quickly as she threw her tiny arms around me.
She pressed lips on mine, keeping her mouth closed but it was still a nice warm touch. It felt good.
"Do you have your car here? Come out and follow me." She was really nervous about the guy following her, so I followed her out, making sure nobody was behind us. We got our vehicles and arranged to meet at a coffee shop down the road.
She was sitting in a booth when I got there and even under the bright cold neon she still looked good in her sheer white top and deep tan. Her soft skin was a velvety brown.
We talked business and she had decided that she was going home early tonight so she'd have time tomorrow morning for some test shots. She had checked out my work and my references and was actually anxious to work with me; she was trying to establish herself as a glamour model and was looking for plenty of exposure.
After we arranged all the details she brought up the kiss. "I'm sorry about freaking out before. I've just had a run of bad luck with guys. Anyway, the kiss was nice; your girlfriend's lucky."
"I don't have a girlfriend," I blurted out much to my own surprise.
