"That's a fantastic idea!"
MacKenzie was glad to hear that Jeff thought his idea was just as great as he himself thought it was. "So, what's her name?"
"Her name is Shana Rodrigues and his name is Rene Joubert."
"I don't care about the guy, just her."
"You don't want Rene? Won't you need a male model for the shots?"
"No."
Jeff just stared at the photographer as the reason dawned on him. "Oh, Mac, you're not!"
"Why the hell not? My dick's just as good as anyone else's."
"But with you in them, it becomes porn."
"No, it doesn't. It's art. It's art whether you or me or Rene is in the shot. It's art, plain and simple."
Jeff shook his head, laughing. "Damn, Mac. I know it's been a long time since you got some but ... "
"Doesn't have anything to do with that. I'm a consummate professional, Jeff. The less people involved, the better. I know I can take my own direction." He watched as Rene laid on his back, his rod jutting up into the air. Shana climbed on top of him and spread her pussy lips, touching her pearl as she impaled herself. The look of ecstasy on her face made several people sigh loudly. "And besides, it makes the work more personal. Puts my own stamp on it, you know? Like Madonna's Sex Book, remember that?"
"Yeah. I remember that it was scandalous."
"And it sold a gazillion copies, too."
Jeff shrugged. "Suit yourself, Mac. If you're crazy enough to do it, I'm crazy enough to help you."
"Great. I'll call you tomorrow. You can give me her number then."
Shana raised and lowered herself on Rene's cock, trying to remain in the moment while desperately trying to catch the tall blond's eye. He had been staring at her for a long time and now, seemed disinterested as he turned away to talk to Jeff Cerbin, the artist. She felt stupid but there was something in his eyes that she liked; a mixture of kindness and loneliness that made her want to reach out and grab him. When he hugged Jeff and headed away, she felt such a strong sense of loss that she forgot to move.
"Shana, wake up!"