Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents) (31 page)

“You know, I just don’t think that, ah…that’s a good idea. I mean, we still have a lot more to do here. And my shoots tend to move a lot faster with less people in the room. Especially in an intimate setting like this.”

Arnold heard the word “intimate” and became immediately alarmed.

“Intimate,” he repeated. “This here is a professional shoot, Jason. She knows what she needs to do. You photographers get a little too personal about this stuff sometimes. So just keep snapping her pictures, and I promise not to bother you.”

You’re already fucking bothering me!
Jason snapped to himself. However, the publisher had strolled into the room and taken a seat in the lounge chair anyway.

As a last resort, Jason asked, “Well, how does
she
feel about it?” He made it clear through his rigid stance that he would not continue the shoot until they were all in agreement inside of the room. And if they were not, then the intruding publisher would be kindly asked to leave.

Suddenly, all eyes shifted toward the naked young model on the bed. When the publisher considered how seductively his young, handsome, and dreadlocked cameraman had convinced the young woman to pose for him, he became more adamant to hang around. The scene even turned him on. That was his intention for popping up on them in the first place, to get a rise out of it all.

Gabrielle looked into the eyes of both men separately; first the young, talented photographer she had been assigned to work with, and then into the eyes of the sly, old publisher who was paying her. And she was forced to choose her loyalty.

She quickly shrugged. “Well, I don’t really mind. I mean, he’s gonna see the naked pictures of me to choose from anyway. So like, what’s the point in the argument? Let’s just, umm, do what we need to do and get it over with.”

It was a great answer for Arnold. He would now be able to watch. But for Jason, her answer amounted to torture. He could no longer speak to the young alluring model with the open rapport that they had established. He also agreed to speed up the pace of the assignment, with a drastic change in his attitude. “Okay, well, we’re about done with the bed scene. So let’s get a few more shots and move on.”

Gabrielle looked confused. “Are you sure?”

The bed scenes hadn’t seemed that complete before the boss had suddenly shown up.

Arnold caught on to his young photographer’s haste.

“Hey, man, again, I’m not even here in the room with you guys. So just do everything you would normally do,” he insisted.

Jason took a deep breath and ignored him. With the publisher sitting there inside the damn room, he
couldn’t
act normal. He couldn’t make believe that the motherfucker wasn’t there. He was no damn actor!

Jason shook it off and focused to get the final shot that he wanted.

“Okay, ah…could you lift your behind up enough so I can see it behind your head.”

Gabrielle laughed the same as she had before Arnold had entered the room with them. So she was obviously not disturbed by the publisher’s presence.

“You mean like
this?
” She raised her ass higher than what he needed.

Jason checked his view and shook his head. “No, bring it back down three inches.” He waited for her to position her beautiful ass at the right height before he stopped her. “Okay, right there.”

While he snapped the desired shots of Gabrielle’s seduction with his camera, he could see Arnold Whittingham Jr. smiling his ass off through his peripheral vision.

This motherfucker’s getting off in here!
he told himself. But hadn’t he been getting off with his own fantasies before the boss had shown up? And wouldn’t the enticing resort pictures lead to other men having their fantasies?
They were all in the same profession together, the profession of magazine illusions. And it was Jason’s job to create the strongest images for everyone. So he calmed down and decided to ignore the distraction.

“Don’t you want to, umm, get like some overhead shots closer to the bed? You know, like, some close-ups?” Gabrielle asked him.

Jason paused. Despite what it looked like at the moment, the magazine was not X-rated, and they were not shooting pornography. He had framed every one of her pictures inside the calculated angles of the room, and he had captured every detail of value that surrounded her. He shook off the idea.

“No, the close-ups wouldn’t pick up any parts of the room. I mean, we
do
want to shoot your naked tease, but we don’t want it to be that obvious,” he explained. “These shots are all about the allure of a naked woman in an expensive hotel room.”

Arnold tried to force himself not to comment, but he couldn’t hold his tongue.

“Aw, come on, Jason, let the girl have a little fun. If she wants to shoot a couple of close-ups in here, then let her do it. I’m still paying for it, right?”

The photographer looked as his boss with ill intent.
Yeah, I knew this shit wasn’t gonna work.

“I thought you told me you wouldn’t say anything,” he cracked.

Gabrielle laughed it off to ease the tension inside the room before Arnold could respond. “You know he can’t sit over there and not say anything. That’s a big lie.”

Jason paused and considered it.

“Okay, so…if you’re not gonna allow me to do my job in here, then…”

He needed some new parameters for what the hell was going on. Was he supposed to veer off course to satisfy whatever they wanted him to shoot, instead of fulfilling his original assignment?

Arnold told him, “Nah, you’re still doing your job, Jason, just loosen up a bit. Learn to have a little fun with it. You’re always so serious all the time.”

Gabrielle giggled. “I know he is. I was telling him that earlier. He took a whole hour to tell me to take my clothes off,” she teased.

Arnold said, “A whole
hour?
”

I took less than ten minutes to get this girl’s clothes off,
Arnold noted to himself
in silence.
Maybe Jason doesn’t really like women. Maybe he wants another man in here with his clothes off,
he thought distastefully.

“I was trying to focus on my assignment,” Jason alluded. “I didn’t think the shoot was all about her being naked. I thought it was all about the
idea
of a romantic getaway.”

“It
is
about a romantic getaway,” Arnold argued, “but have some fun while you’re doing it.”

Jason sized up the beautiful, naked model on the red satin bed sheets and thought about what kind of fun he would
prefer
to have with her, had he allowed himself to be unprofessional.

“Well, how much fun do you want me to have with her?” he asked his boss sarcastically. “Because she surely looks like a whole lot of fun from here. But at the end of this shoot, I’m quite sure you expect me to deliver pictures that we can actually
use
in the magazine. But while you remain
here,
we seem to be getting away from that.”

“Oh, no, we’re gonna get all the pictures we need, Jason. She’s willing to do it. So don’t even worry your long hair with that,” Arnold addressed him. Then he stood up from his chair abruptly. “As a matter of fact, you go ahead and take a break for a while. You seem to be a little tense. So go ahead and take a smoke or something.”

Jason couldn’t believe his ears. He looked over at his boss, then back to the young model on the bed, who seemed to find it all humorous. She was still fucking giggling.

Okay, what the hell is wrong with her? Is she liking this shit or what?
Jason questioned.
Is she fucking him?

All of the clues were pointing in that direction. How else could a young, naked model feel so comfortable around the boss? Jason failed to believe she could be that much of a sociable airhead. She had a method to her madness.
All
models did.

Jason said, “A smoke? I’m right in the middle of things.”

“You
were
in the middle of things. But you go on and take a break now. You’re still on the clock, and I
am
paying you. So don’t worry about it.”

Jason looked over at the naked Gabrielle again.

“You want me to wait here while you get dressed?”

She paused and was unsure how she wanted to respond.

Arnold spoke up for her. “For what? She can put the robe back on, but she still has pictures to take. I want to talk to her about how her day went so far. And by the time you loosen up and take your smoke, you guys’ll both be able to jump back in to it and get everything done. Hell, I’ll even leave you two back alone in here. I gotta get back home to my wife anyway,” he added.

Jason gave Gabrielle one last look before he felt comfortable enough to walk out.

“You sure you okay?”

She grinned. “I can handle myself.”

Then she moved to gather her robe from the floor beside the bed.

Fuck it! I could use a smoke after this shit,
Jason admitted.
They must think I’m a fool in here. And if anything unethical happens to her while I’m gone, that’s all on her.

“All right. I’ma go and take me a smoke then,” he told them both.

As soon as the photographer left out the door, Arnold walked over and peeped out the keyhole before he locked it.

Gabrielle eyed the sly, old publisher from the bed before she laughed at him.

“That’s the same thing he did,” she revealed. “Men are crazy.”

“What do you mean, that’s the same thing he did? He was listening for me at the door?” Arnold asked as he made his way back to the bed.

“He had to find out who it was before he opened it.”

“So, he was standing behind the door before he opened it?”

She nodded, looking as beautiful and innocent as she had been when he had first met her in downtown Minneapolis. She was a waitress at a Greek restaurant while attending classes at a community college. Arnold asked her if she had ever modeled and handed her a business card for his magazine. And the rest was
their
-story. The enlivened publisher had been sneaking romps with the young and willing trinket ever since.

Arnold shook his head and unloosened his belt buckle as he approached her on the bed. “I couldn’t wait to get him out of here. You look absolutely
edible
on this bed.”

“I am.” She then turned to face him and spread her long, cinnamon legs wide to receive whatever he planned to offer.

The handsome, old publisher climbed onto the canopy bed with her and went to work, face first, while still fully clothed. Gabrielle enjoyed his vibrant tongue inside of her and reached for the stars with her hands, while wrapping her legs around his back.

“You gon’ make me mess up the sheets, Arnie. Get a towel to put under me,” she begged.

He ignored her and continued to lap up her sweet juices, while tickling her shaved pussy with his thick mustache.

“I’ll get a towel, all right; once I start the next course of this meal.” He then pulled his dress pants and boxers down to reveal a hardened penis.

Gabrielle looked below at his hairy, brown crotch.

“I know you better get a towel for that. We’ll mess the sheets
all
up.”

Arnold stood up from the bed with his pants and underwear dangling around his ankles. “I’m going already,” he told her. He shuffled his way to the bathroom, loving his life, and grabbed an extra thick, white towel.

Gabrielle watched his hairy ass and giggled. “Have you ever thought about shaving?”

Arnold shuffled back toward the bed with a towel and his hard-on. “For what? I’m not a damn model. I got hair on my ass for a reason. It keeps me warm at night. And ain’t nobody going back there but my doctor.”

“So, your doctor gives it to you up the ass?” Gabrielle teased.

Arnold stopped the joking and gave her a serious stare-down. “Hey, easy now,” he warned her. “I’m not one of these boys out here chasing you around. I pay the
bills
up in this motherfucker.”

Gabrielle nodded to him submissively. “Yes, you do, baby.” She lifted her ass enough so he could slide the towel under her.

“Now don’t you tell Jason I’m fucking you, you hear me? I don’t want that boy getting too jealous. He seems pretty protective of you.”

As Arnold went about his business, Gabrielle took the index finger of his right hand into her mouth and began to suck it like a pacifier.

“Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph…” she moaned.

The publisher poured it on her. And with her three-year shot of Norplant that he had paid for, he could feel her sweet, raw and dedicated pussy without having to worry about pregnancy.

God bless America,
he told himself as he worked his hips into the young model’s pleasure spot.
Damn, it’s good to be a rich man!