I found myself concerned with the fact that my social life seemed limited to sexual situations for which I got paid. It seemed that I didn't have any friends...only clients. Sometimes I liked being a 'call-boy' of sorts...other times I felt guilty and dirty. Even though I had a full-time job, living in the Hollywood area was expensive. I liked living on my own. I didn't want live somewhere else with roommates. I had a good thing going in Vera's little apartment complex. I convinced myself that once I had enough money in my checking account I could quit or at least taper off my man-whore gigs. Of course, I hadn't determined just how much money 'enough' was.
I was still waiting for the additional unit of the chastity cage to arrive. I didn't mind that the project was being pushed to the back burner because the GPS project had hit a major snag. One of the team members thought it would be fun if the AI voice giving directions could speak in the accent of the area being visited. Having the directions spoken in the sounds of a region or other country would add a personal touch.
That was all very well until we started experimenting. The US Southern accent sounded like something out of a very bad Civil War movie, the Irish accent came out like a very stereotypical Hollywood Irish Priest, and the San Francisco Chinatown voice sounded like 'Plincess Rotus Brossom'; all TOTALLY inappropriate and culturally insulting. Jane and Ted still liked the idea of having the various dialects, so we slogged ahead. I was glad my job allowed me the flexibility to do some work alone and at night which left me free for other gigs. I also had plenty of time to jog, work out, swim and keep myself in top physical shape. The only problem was, the more 'money-for-sex' I got, the more I wanted. I was horny all the time.
Shirley called me with double news. The second nightmare sequence where I doubled for Joe was shooting on Saturday. On Thursday she was taking me to the Polo Lounge in the Beverly Hills Hotel for lunch meetings with a movie director and a photographer for a fashion magazine.
"Darling, I'm sure you'll be glad to put Norma and Joe's project behind you. Joe is proving to be quite a diva. Norma is hoping that he'll get fed up with wanting to be a movie star and confine his artistic endeavors to her bedroom. I think you'll like the film project and the magazine layout I'm considering for you. Wear something very dressy."
"Umm...I've got some stuff in blue that's exactly like the bronze stuff I wore to the gallery...and there's a short sport jacket with it. If I don't wear the cock ring Harrison made me put on my 'manhood' won't be quite as obvious."
"That should work. It will show you off just enough. Meet me there at 2. The director and I will be there before you arrive. You can make an entrance. Talk to you later, darling."
I spent the week jogging, weight training and swimming; I wanted to look my best for the upcoming meeting and film shoot. I was anxious for Thursday to arrive. I found the Beverly Hills Hotel on Sunset Blvd. with no trouble. The exterior was VERY pink. I think the valet snickered when he parked my Prius. The interior of the place was very tropical. I made my way to the Polo Lounge. It was also somewhat tropical, looked very expensive, and wasn't too crowded at that hour.
I spotted Shirley with a very portly man. His suit must have cost a fortune, but he still managed to look cheap. I made my way across the dining room. The shirt clung to my ripped abs and the pants still accented my endowment, but the bolero length jacket lessened the effect enough so that I didn't look lewd. I thought that I looked like a star, or a very expensive stud. The man did not rise to greet me as I approached the table. Shirley spoke first.
"Randy, I want you to meet Rusty Myerson, well-known director of avant-garde films. His work has quite a cult following. Rusty, this is Randy Summers who I've told you so much about."
He did extend a large paw-like hand to shake as I sat down. Shirley insisted that I sit between them in the booth. Rusty spoke next.
"OK kid, I'll come right to the point. I make very successful soft-core T&A films; Tits and Ass...lots of strong, kick-ass broad...uh...women...ya know what I mean?"
I nodded.
"A couple of the babes...I mean actresses that I use regularly have been nagg...suggesting that I do more to draw in a female audience. Give 'em something to look at...ya know? Some dick for the broa...women to ogle while the guys are getting' off on some tit...ya know?"
"Yeah, I get it."
"I'm not a homo, so I don't care what you're packin', but the stars of the film wanted me to get a guy who was EQUIPPED, ya know?"
"Yah...I know."
"Shirley says you got the stuff and that's good enough for me. I don't need to see your junk. I need you full-frontal for 2 scenes. There'll be a bonus if you sport wood I can use later on in my 'director's cut'. Shirley's very happy with the money I'm offering."
"Sounds fair; what exactly do I do in the movie?"
"It's called 'Vampire Vixens'. It takes place in the Dark Ages somewhere in Europe. You're a young villager who's a mute...and a virgin. The townspeople forc...er...choose...you to help locate the grave of a vampire and later you get bitten...ya know? It's soft-core nudity...no actual sex...lots of cleavage, plenty of tit, you'll provide some dick."
"Ok...sounds like a fun time."
Just then Shirley noticed a woman over by the bar. She waved to her and got out of the booth.
"Boys, I'll be right back. I see my next appointment. It looks like you two are in agreement."
As soon as Shirley was out of earshot, Rusty leaned in very close, grabbed my crotch and squeezed very hard.
"Look, kid, I'm not happy about this. The stars of the movie, Bambi and Thumper are making my life hell. They're being less than...friendly...until I promise to put some dick in this picture. When they're happy...I'm happy...ya know?"
His grip on my manhood was like iron. I wasn't going to argue.
"I sure do."
"Shirley tells me that you're straight. I might like it better if you were a fa...gay. Bambi and Thumper can be a bit playful...they like to make me jealous. They're both easy on the eyes and STACKED. You'll like working with them. Only don't like it too much. If your junk gets anywhere near their goodies, you won't be 'Randy the Rod' anymore. Get it?"
"Oh yeah...I get it."
Rusty released his grip on me as Shirley returned and sat down. Rusty prepared to leave.
"I'm OK with the kid, Shirl. Send the contracts...I'll let you know the shooting schedule. By the way kid, do you have any problems with horses? One of the scenes involves you kind of sitting on a horse."
"Uhh...no...I've had some experience riding horses."
Shirley bid Rusty farewell.
"It's a pleasure as always, Rusty. Well, Randy, he's quite a character and this pays very well. I've seen the script. It's very erotic but still basically soft core. Your body and...endowment...should be featured prominently. As I mentioned, Rusty's films have a large cult following. If he takes a liking to you, it could mean some more well-paying work. I know that you enjoy being naked in somewhat sexualized situations. You might as well make some good money off your 'hobby'. The cast is a mix of union and non-union people. We may have to consider you joining SAG/AFTRA in the future, but I think there will be more of this special kind of work in non-union and mixed projects. Now it's time to meet Simone."
Shirley waved to the woman at the bar signaling her to join us.
Simone was tall and extremely thin, almost skeletal. She wore a very chic pants suit. Her copper-colored hair was worn in a short, straight bob. The bangs did nothing to hide the deep lines in her deathly pale face. She spoke with a French accent. Again Shirley insisted that I sit between the two of them.
"So, Shirlee...'zis is zee 'Rod'? How very charmant."
I suppressed a laugh. This was just the kind of clichéd accent my team and I were trying to avoid in the GPS project.
"Yes, Simone, this is Randy Summers. Randy, Simone is the head photographer for a very chic and very forward-thinking European fashion magazine. She is known for utilizing nudity in very sensual and classy photo layouts. Most top tier fashion models would kill to be photographed by her, even in the nude."
I was feeling very continental, so I kissed her hand. She smelled of cigarettes and heavy perfume. I tried not to notice the nicotine-stained fingers. If this was my chance to be a fashion model I wanted to make a good impression. This might be a very fun gig.
"Enchante, monsieur. Shirlee, you described heem, but you did not tell me he was so...magnifique. Randee...you are very...beautiful."
Now I know what women mean when they say men undress them with their eyes 'cause that's the look I was getting from Shirley. I caught myself preening, running my hand through my hair. I know I felt myself blush. Shirley looked slightly bemused by my behavior.
"Randee...I am considering you for a shoot involving a bride and groom just after zee wedding, relaxing in ze, how you say, honeymoon suite. Zey will be preparing to...consummate. It will be most romantic and sensual, but also fun and perhaps...silly. Shirlee...would it be all right if I ask Randee to get up and walk across ze room and back. I should like to see how he moves. I always have much action when I shoot. And if he could please take off the jacket, no?"
Shirley nodded. I removed the coat and walked slowly over to the entrance to the Polo Lounge. The very short shirt sleeves accented my large biceps and triceps. The shirt front clung to my ripped abs. The fabric at the crotch of the slacks left no doubt that I was well equipped. Simone applauded.
"Randee, you are magnifique! You move like a golden panther. I want to squeeze your derriere; it is so small and firm. Eet is ze only thing on you zat is...petit. Shirlee, he ees la perfection...I must have him!"
"Simone, I knew you'd like him. He is very comfortable being 'au natural' in front of people."
"Merveilleux! I will call you and we can discuss ze details. Au revoir, Randee. My camera will make love to you."
With that, Simone swept out of the dining room.
