A few weeks had passed since the cocktail party at Harrison and Callie's. A package arrived containing several of the shots Callie had taken of me on the carousel horse. They had been expensively mounted and framed. I had to admit they were pretty good. If I hadn't known it was me I would have thought the shots were of just a statue; albeit the nude bronze rider was sporting a very obvious hard-on. Callie had enclosed a note.
'Randy, these were so good I felt you had to have some copies. Harrison is deciding how he feels knowing that looking at them makes me wet. We will be seeing you very, very soon. We both want to see if you really are a talented rider.'
Looking at the photos and remembering how Callie had been lusting after me made me horny as hell. Frequent jacking off was not satisfying my urges these days. I spent much of my day walking around my apartment with a semi-hardon poking the front of my loose gym shorts. I was having frequent wet dreams at night. Between Vera, Jane, Victoria, Circe and the crowds at the gallery all lusting after me it was all I could do to stop playing with my dick and put on any clothes. Hell, even being watched by Ted and Harrison was making me hot. The money everyone was throwing at me was an extra turn-on.
Progress on the X-treme chastity cage project was going well. I let Jane know that I felt we could Beta-test my program by the end of the week. I was confident that my program would control the remote and operate the cage the way Jane wanted. The phone rang; it was Shirley the Hollywood agent.
"Hello Randy, I hope you're well. I wanted to let you know that the director of the movie Joe is doing is extremely pleased with the wrestling footage; so much so that she wants to add another nightmare sequence using you."
"Oh...umm...I guess that's good news. I don't think Joe likes me very much..."
"That is not a concern or an option for him. Anyway, for the nightmare sequence the director has in mind Joe won't be needed. I don't have all the details but it has something to do with Joe's character and his relationships with women. It will be shot very dark and with creative angles just like before. Again I don't think you will be easily recognized. However, you might be pleased to know there is already a lot of buzz about you in European art circles."
"Uhh...Ok...I guess that's good?"
"I hope you'll be glad that your landlady Vera and one of her prop master friends have been signed to art direct the scene. It will be a very good credit for her artist's resume."
"That really is great. She takes good care of her tenants. More like a house mother than a landlady."
"We'll shoot here in LA as before and work around your schedule. I would also like to discuss something else with you."
"Ok, shoot."
"I would like to represent you, informally. I am starting to get some inquiries about you. The interest in you is not so much for 'mainstream' projects but for more 'artsy' and 'avant-garde' things. I want to be able to screen desirable from undesirable requests. If we don't have a written contract I won't mind if you turn something down and things won't interfere with your day job. I will approve things that require nudity and cross into the artistic and even erotic, as long as they are from reputable people in the industry. I prefer you not get involved in pornography."
"That sounds fine."
I was picturing myself naked with Hollywood starlets and fashion models and being handed buckets of money. Unconsciously I had stuck my hand down my shorts and was stroking my cock.
"Oh...and I will always try to add my 10% commission to any offer. That way it doesn't cut into your take-home pay."
"I think I would enjoy that. We have a deal."
"Marvelous. Now don't go on any wild spending sprees until some bookings come up."
"I won't. And thanks again Shirley."
"One last thing; It has come to my attention that Callie took some rather 'sensual' photos of you after the cocktail party. If she were keeping them private I would not interfere, but she now has plans to exhibit and sell them. I will be sending model releases, a contract and some additional money for you. I exaggerated a bit and told her I was representing you at the time she took the photographs."
"Oh...umm...thanks a lot, Shirley. I hadn't really thought about it...I got caught up in the moment."
"Yes. I could see you were caught very...up. I want everything to be legal to protect everyone's rights. In future if you come across anyone who wants to photograph you, please contact me first. We should try to retain some control over your image and likeness. When you sign the papers just call the messenger service and they'll pick them up at my cost."
No sooner had I hung up the phone than there was a knock at the door. It was Vera. I could tell I wasn't going to get a lot of coding done today.
"Randy sweetie, are you there? I hope you're not TOO busy! I have someone DYING to meet you!"
I threw on a t-shirt and called out.
"Sure thing, Vera, come on in."
"Have you HEARD the news? I'M going to art direct a scene in a movie that you're in! Isn't that EXCITING? Oh, and this FABULOUS person wants to meet you!"
The woman Vera led in to my apartment had to be at least 60 years old. She was rail thin but with breasts that were disproportionately large. She was in an expensive looking suit and wearing oversize designer sunglasses. When she removed them I could see that her face had been pulled drum-tight and her lips were excessively plumped. She looked like one of those women in the 'Real Housewives' TV shows. Her chin-length hair was steel grey, pulled back with a hair band and flipped up at the ends. She wore several necklaces with what looked like various gem stones hanging from them.
"How do you do Mr. Summers? I am Elsie Wolfe."
She reached out to shake my hand. I think she was smiling but her face was in a Botox freeze. Having just spoken to a Hollywood agent I was feeling very dramatic and flirtatious so I kissed her hand. Vera caught my attention, pointed to her wristwatch and mouthed 'gotta run darling'.
"I'll come straight to the point Mr. Summers, or may I call you...Randy?"
"By all means call me...Randy."
"Randy you are...how delicious. A patron of the arts who wishes to remain anonymous has seen you at the gallery and at Harrison and Cassie's home. This...person...has commissioned me to decorate your apartment."
"Oh well...I don't..."
"Tut tut. Vera has given her approval. A handsome young man starting in Hollywood must have surroundings that reflect his style, personality and...interests. Truth be told, I have also seen and admired you at the gallery...and the party."
I looked around at the sparse furnishings. I had a good computer work station courtesy of Jane and Ted. I did have a nice bed, nightstand and dresser. Other than that my place was bare except for a folding card table and chair. I'd been occupied with matters more interesting than buying furniture, like nudity, sex and money.
"May I look around?"
"Sure."
Elsie took a notebook from her handbag and began scribbling. She poked around here and there examining every nook and cranny. At one point she placed her hands on one of the walls and chanted."
"I must feel the vibrations and be in tune with them."