I had almost put the events of the 'bronze rider' paintings out of my mind. I felt as though I were being swept up in situations that were bizarre even for me. I'd heard that Hollywood had an unsavory underbelly. Was this it?
The bungalow complex was very quiet. Axel was off touring with a band, Paolo was travelling in Europe on various modeling gigs. I had the place pretty much to myself.
My work on the chastity cage hit a snag. Jane and Ted wanted me to have another unit so that I could write code to operate multiple cages at the same time through one remote, but there were supply chain issues and the manufacturer wouldn't be able to send me one for a while. It was a prototype after all, so they had only created a few. The chastity cage that locked with just a key was being ditched for the one that only locked and unlocked via the remote. Jane hoped I understood why she would not want to give up her unit to me. From the way I watched the fun she was having working Ted over with the chastity cage I completely understood.
Jane did assign me to a non-adult project as part of a team. We were working on some enhancements for a GPS app. It was much less stressful working on something relatively simple and not carrying the weight of a project all by myself. With some of the sexualized craziness in my life I welcomed a blander project.
I had been working out and swimming in the nude quite a lot. I was admiring myself in the shower wall mirror more than usual. Elsie had said I was an Alpha Male. I guess she was right. I thought I looked pretty damn good. I was still tanning in my Speedo; wanted to keep my tan line in shape. I was hoping for some more 'buy one get one free' goodies from Vera but she was very preoccupied with set pieces for the second nightmare sequence I was supposed to appear in. Just then I heard Vera.
"Randy sweetie...are you DECENT? We're coming in even if you AREN"T."
I was dressed in my usual baggie shorts and t-shirt. Vera breezed in with Elsie the decorator and a handyman.
"Elsie was about to call you to be buzzed in while I was at the front gate. I HOPE that's OK. I MUST run; my prop guy and I are working on latex pieces and hydraulics for the scene...it will be very 'Salvador Dali' and INSANELY EROTIC! TTFN!"
Elsie was wearing another retro-looking chic suit with crystal necklaces.
"Randy, we won't be in your way for long. My man is taking some measurements so we can begin the transformation of your apartment. The changes I have in mind are mostly cosmetic. If we can get the kitchen and bathroom countertops covered with stone laminate and leave the cabinets' intact things should go quickly. Go on with whatever you were doing."
I was checking my email when the phone rang. There was a delivery for me. The weather had gotten very summery and my place could get hot and stuffy. It must be the air conditioner I ordered.
Sure enough, it was the AC, and the guy I paid extra to install it. I pointed to the window I wanted it put in and told him to have at it. There was a second delivery person, however. The package was from the store in Beverly Hills where Harrison and Callie had purchased the clothes I wore to the gallery that had everyone gossiping about my sexual equipment.
I opened the package. It seemed to be the exact same kind of shirt and slacks, only in a shade of blue that matched my eyes. There were also shoes and socks and some sort of sport coat as well. There was a note from Callie. 'You looked so hot in the bronze that we decided you needed the blue. Enjoy the newspaper clipping. Harrison thinks you are ALMOST big enough to fuck me...in terms of celebrity, that is'.
Thinking of Callie and the way Harrison and she made out in front of me caused a stirring in my crotch. She was young, rich and hot. I was sure that I wanted to fuck her even if she was married. I didn't understand their relationship. Harrison always got a bit 'handsy' with me. When he looked at me I couldn't tell if he was envious or jealous. Maybe he was a bit bisexual. In any case, when I was around them the atmosphere was always highly sexually charged. I felt blood flowing to my groin and my cock lengthening and swelling. I found the clipping but put everything aside to look at later when I was alone.
I was trying to get to my email when Elsie snuck up behind me and ran her hands down my torso. I jumped slightly in my chair.
"I didn't mean to startle you, Randy. We're finished with the measurements and we'll be on our way. The cosmic vibrations have told me what I need to do here."
'Here' apparently meant my crotch. Elsie ran her hands down to my thighs where my now hard cock was pitching a very noticeable tent in my shorts. She wrapped her hand around my throbbing shaft and milked it slowly through the material as she whispered in my ear.
"I hope you give serious thought to letting me eat your ass and suck your cock for a cut of my fee. During my younger days my sexual prowess landed me two very wealthy husbands, both of whom died quite happy. I have no gag reflex and I love to swallow. I'll be in touch."
For an older woman, Elsie didn't mince words. I was surprised by some of the language that came out of such a sophisticated older woman. She and her handyman breezed out. I looked down at my still hard cock. A bit of pre-cum was making a wet spot on my shorts. I was getting a bit tired of all the tease and denial going on in my sex life. Lately I had been getting ogled, groped, grabbed and even wanked without being allowed to get my rocks off. No wonder I was horny, frustrated and constantly wanting to jerk off.
The AC installer gave me the instruction book and showed me that the unit was working. I wouldn't have to be hot and sweaty during an LA summer unless I wanted to be. Now that I was alone, I pulled out the newspaper clipping. It was from one of the small local papers that cover the Hollywood art scene.
There was a slightly grainy photo of me standing near Harrison and Callie. You couldn't recognize me unless you knew me; at least not my face. The bulge in my crotch however looked ENORMOUS in the photo. I read some of the article.
'Callie's erotic photos of a nude bronze male riding a bronze carousel horse are the buzz of the local art scene today. The model was in attendance wearing bronze men's couture and looking as delicious as in the photos. We weren't able to catch the name of the naked stud with the BIG...talent...in Callie's photos, so we'll just call him 'The Rod'. We hope to see more of this hunk although if he has more to see it might induce a coronary. I'm sure many Hollywood movers and shakers would be willing to take the risk. FYI the photos were a sell-out. Those of you hoping to own a...piece...of this young man are out of luck, although we heard rumors to the contrary; if you catch my drift.'
If reputation was the thing in Hollywood I was sure getting one. I'm not too sure if it's a good thing. Just then my unofficial agent Shirley called.
"Hello my darling. You are the talk of the town. I'm sending you a copy of an article covering the gallery sale."
"Actually Callie already sent me one. I'm kinda embarrassed."
"Yes, I wish your...equipment...hadn't been quite so...prominent...but I'll work with it. I'm glad we were able to maintain some mystery about you. Everyone will be trying to discover your name. I have subtle ways of getting you known by the right people. There are legit jobs in modeling and film for attractive men willing to show full-frontal. Although there are high profile actors willing to 'drop trou' these days, not too many have performed while...tumescent. If they want your 'rod' in all it's glory they'll fork over big bucks. Leave it to me."
"Umm... I sure will."
I convinced myself that all this was a step up from turning tricks. After all, I wasn't an escort. I wasn't going out to singles bars and soliciting money from women. I was doing legit modeling and acting. It's not like I was doing porn.
"On that note, clear your schedule next Tuesday for a long lunch meeting. I'll be introducing you to a film director/producer and later that afternoon to a rep from a very chic and avant-garde European fashion magazine. Wear something very dressy. I'll let you know when I hear about the shoot for that nightmare sequence for Joe's movie. Norma is very anxious for that to wrap. Joe is being petulant and very impatient for his screen debut. Oh, and I'll be sending over contracts for you to model for Circe. She'll be in touch with you. I promise it won't always be this hectic. I want you to get work but I don't want you getting burned out or overexposed...so to speak; later dear."
