When Samuel received a text message from his girlfriend Angelica, he could tell she was very upset. She was in a house in the city that she had rented for a photo shoot. She was hired by a magazine that often photographed her for small projects, but this time it was for something more ambitious.
Angelica Quaid is just starting to make a name for herself in the adult porn magazine and photography world. What started out as a double major in art school and a lazy Instagram hobby on the weekends soon turned into a real career path, and an obsessive one at that. Her photos have appeared on many prestigious websites and erotic art magazines, and although she’s photographed nearly every subject imaginable, she’s become particularly popular in the “art-lesbian” world.
His work has been displayed in popular private galleries, and his patrons range from young Brooklyn hipsters to older North Shore private collectors on Long Island.
Unfortunately, just five minutes before the day’s two-hour shoot, her dark, red-haired Irish model dream boy walked out. Something to do with the severe pimple on his forehead, and more honestly, probably a hangover, as big as the Grey Goose he found himself drinking while swimming the night before. Frankly, if you can’t trust a young male model in a city with a thriving nightlife, who can you trust?
This led to her working with Javier Alicante, one of the most difficult models in the industry to do such shoots with, and there was no other model who could pull off her biggest, most ambitious shoot to date—what the magazine’s creative director calls “the art of male seduction.”
The editor even told her that if she took the photo, they might consider using it for the cover. She is now officially panicking.
She messaged her boyfriend with most of the details and made sure to leave out the parts that made the shoot too sexy. She knew he would be horrified if he found out everything she had planned for this special mission.
She was desperate. She needed a replacement, else she risked losing the much-coveted job with an ideal salary. Needless to say, this could be a huge step up for her in the industry. She pleaded with her boyfriend in every way a girlfriend knows how.
“Come on, baby, you’re the only super hot guy I know who lives here and can come here last minute. I know it sounds ridiculous, but you’re going to save me, and all you have to do is allow me to let you pose with one of my other models so I can finish the photo.” Her pleas were as helpless and sincere as the messages were coming in – her creative brain was racing, it didn’t hurt to keep up with her demands.
“Uh uh uh uh.” Samuel could only reply to the text message. He loved his girlfriend so much, but her job always seemed boring to him. She was certainly talented, but how could he expect to assess the artistic elements of male sexuality when it came to desires that didn’t interest him? That flat Kyrie Irving was straighter than the prime meridian on the map, and the idea of becoming a model for a gay porn photo shoot was a complete non-starter. But…he also knew that no matter how much he didn’t want to do it, he still had to do it. He owed his girlfriend a lot. In the two years they were together, the girl had saved him in a thousand ways, including crazy car trouble and caring for a broken leg after a skiing disaster, and even some things about his family, and that she was once his ocean lighthouse. Alexandria. He owed her. No matter how insane her demands were, he owed her.
“I know baby, I’m sorry, there’s no way I can ask someone out on such a short time. I promise not to show your face in the photo, I just need a warm, attractive male body that I can use to come and help me finish this shoot, Obi-Wan, you’re my only hope.” How could he refuse a line like that? He looked at the text screen, taking a deep breath as he knew what he had to do.
“Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll be in your picture. What do you need from me?”
“Yeah! Thank you, thank you, thank you, baby! XOXOXOXO!” She also sent him a GIF of the lyrics to “There Goes My Hero” by Spitfire and he laughed. Their GIF game is always a hit. She had him shower, shave, put on jeans and a gray henley of his choice, and then sent him her address. She also told him to wear the tightest, sexiest boxer briefs he could find. When she said that, Samuel knew exactly what she was referring to. He wore this particular pair of light brown lace-up boots that hugged his package impressively and highlighted his strong calf muscles and sexy ass. She always compliments his booty when he wears them.
Thirty minutes later, Samuel was on his way to the filming location his girlfriend had chosen.
The loft is located on the eighth floor of a modern apartment building in the city center, and its windows offer views of the historic Old Square, one of the city’s earliest cultural landmarks.
When he got there, he saw that all the curtains were opened, with light coming from the room’s many paneled fixtures, as well as Angelica’s own adjustable floodlights positioned around the open-concept space as needed.
He pulled her close and hugged her tightly and kissed her three or four times in quick succession.
“Yes, yes, yes, okay, okay, wait, you’re going to complicate things for me,” he joked with her. She leaned back after tasting his lips.
“Do I smell bourbon, Mr. Kraft?” she asked with a sly smile and arched eyebrows. Girlfriends are used to that sort of thing.
“I probably took a shot or three from the emergency bottle in the parking lot before I got here,” Sam admitted a little embarrassedly, and she gave him a confused smile.
“Oh baby, you’re so cute. Don’t worry. I take very professional photos. If there’s anything that makes you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me, okay?” She wrapped her arms around his neck as she looked lovingly into his eyes, and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Okay, baby,” Samuel said, and she took his hand and led him into the room.
“Come on, I want you to meet Harvey,” was what she told him. She had worked with Javier many times before. When she walked up to the rooftop with her boyfriend, a 6 foot 4 inch statue of a man emerged from the bathroom. If Samuel didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was taking a photo with Gerard Piqué, the acclaimed center-back of the Spanish national football team. He even had a perfectly trimmed beard and icy blue eyes.
Samuel is very confident about his looks and figure. He stands 5 feet 11 inches tall and works out four times a week. He can pick up Angelica in the shower and fuck her without shaking his knees, and he starts the day with push-ups and Cheerios, just like any man who dates a sexual powerhouse like Angelica.
But that’s what Harvey does for a living. His body was well-built, dark, and absolutely dazzling, even for a straight man. Samuel remembered his first conversation with Angelica after seeing Harvey in one of his photos.
“Don’t worry baby, he’s definitely gay. He won’t try anything to do to me with his big, delicious Spanish cock.” Then a pillow is pressed over her face and her pussy is fucked punishingly, she laughs at the spontaneous destruction. Although they trust each other completely, she enjoys teasing him about his job.
Harvey extended his hand to Sam and greeted him like he was an old friend. There was an instant warmth about him that made Sam feel comfortable. He thought maybe he could have a beer with the guy if they didn’t take all those provocative nude photos. He grabbed his hand with a firm grip.
Angelica told the boys to follow her to the couch and bean bag. The loft includes a modern kitchen opening to the dining room that leads to a shared bedroom/living room area. There’s a king size bed with a flat screen TV and TV next to it. On the other side of the sofa is a small footstool that also serves as a chair, and a large Lovesack, which is basically just a giant, super comfortable bean bag that can accommodate multiple people if needed. It’s Pottery Barn chic meets inner city millennial hipster vibe.
Angelica sat in front of her favorite model and her boyfriend, smiling appreciatively at them both. She took a deep breath and began working on her idea for the shoot.
“So, first of all, obviously, Sam, thank you very much for what you’ve done. And secondly, Harvey, thank you for your patience during the delay.”
“Of course, Angie,” he assured her with a hint of a Spanish accent. Sam realized that Harvey’s voice also had a subtle baritone sexiness to it. No wonder he’s in such high demand. Samuel may be straight, but he’s not oblivious to a charming man. Harvey is clearly a great spectacle.
“Okay, kids, that’s it. The theme of this photo shoot is ‘seduction.'” You could tell in her eyes that she was excited to get started. She loves what she does.
Angelica considers herself a very sexy person and enjoys the opportunity to tell these erotic stories on camera, although she secretly enjoys the raw eroticism of her writing.
Samuel knew this about his girlfriend. They talked a lot about their sexual interests and he knew that his girlfriend was a very perverted woman.
He also couldn’t stop loving and admiring her passionate dedication to her ever-growing portfolio of skills and expertise. He was always excited about her success. Dating a boss bitch is sexy. It doesn’t hurt that Angelica is the hottest girl Samuel has ever dated. She has exactly the same figure as Jessica Biel – short, dark, wavy hair and dark skin – and her lips – plump, juicy and very soft. Her eyebrows are long and her skin always looks soft and stretched.
But her character is full of dualities. Angelica’s arms are covered with tattoos that crawl over her body – black and gray images and symbols that play with the light of her body. Hot air balloons, butterflies, and two six-shooters launch a series of notes that fly like blackbirds to her shoulders. The tattoos create alluring silhouettes that peek out from her sleeves and necklines, making you want to take off her clothes even more. If you saw her in public, with her lanky body and baggy button-down shirts, you’d wonder where the tattoo went, where it ended, and what her skin tasted like. She was the ripest fruit of a clever little garden, and it was impossible not to be completely destroyed by her charms.
When taking photos, she prefers to wear comfortable yoga pants and a simple tank top. She wore an old black tie shirt whose cotton had been softened by being put in the dryer thousands of times. She rolled up her sleeves and unbuttoned the front buttons, revealing her cleavage underneath her thin tank top. On her feet she wears Nike multi-purpose training shoes. If it weren’t for the camera hanging from a brown shoulder strap at her side, you might think she was heading to spin class. She’s not trying to emulate Annie Leibovitz in a turtleneck, she thinks half the industry is really just filled with campy photos whose entire aesthetic is based on some sort of personal social branding that has nothing to do with art. She wants to be able to stretch and move wherever the camera lens takes her. Yoga pants are just that. She’s effortlessly sexy, and her ease in knowing herself makes you want to please her. Samuel always felt that way – he just wanted her to be the happiest girl in the world.
“Basically, you all have a role in this picture, right kids? Harvey is a dominant guy. He’s a top guy. And Angelica said very sexy.”
Samuel was stunned when his girlfriend described the scene. He was a little concerned about how much effort he would put into her artistic vision. He has seen a lot of his girlfriend’s work and there may be a lot in some of the photos
“Samuel is a shy character. He comes across as unapproachable. He’s naive. He’s our bottom line. I think because Sam is straight, I wanted him to play that kind of character, a straight guy who’s been seduced by his gay friend Samuel knows what the words “top” and “bottom” mean, although he’s certainly not happy with the role he’s been assigned “Sorry baby, you’re taking Nolan’s place today,” he said…that’s exactly what I want you to do in these pictures.” He said it simply and convincingly. There’s no ulterior motive here. The simple fact is that they’ve been left behind.
Samuel shrugged as if it was nothing. At this point he didn’t want to embarrass his girlfriend in front of Javier, who was listening very carefully to his instructions. Samuel was still nervous. This was definitely the weirdest thing he had ever agreed to do for someone.
“Okay, so, I’d like to start by having you two sit on the couch together. I’m going to ask you to hang out in your boxers and enjoy a beer. The idea is that you’re all good friends and you’re comfortable wearing your boxers together, and you’ve been drinking for a while, because you enjoy watching sports together… but maybe the air conditioner is broken, so the room is a little warm. Laughing after hearing his girlfriend’s story was a situation he’d never find himself in, so he had to at least smile at her as he pretended to be in a unique new situation.
She quickly got up and walked over to the refrigerator, telling the boys they could take off their clothes except for their boxers.
When she came back she had bottles of beer in her hands and she passed them to the boys who were leaning against the wall, having taken off their pants, shirts, shoes and socks.
Harvey and Samuel drank beer and took long swigs, and Samuel was at least glad he had a few beers while this picture was being taken. He was still nervous, although three drinks had made his mind a little hazy as the alcohol started to flow through his bloodstream, and now he had a beer to show for his bravery.
“Okay Harvey, why don’t you sit on one side of the couch, Sam, I want you to lay on the other side with your head on the pillow but your feet on Harvey’s legs, be cool about it,” he said, following the guidance he gave them. Harvey sat down immediately and took another swig of beer. Samuel followed his girlfriend’s instructions and put his feet on Harvey’s legs, lying down on the comfortable couch. The materials felt nice and kept a little warmth in the apartment so they would feel comfortable when they were more naked.
Angelica began taking photos, adjusting the lighting and the lens. She would lean in toward them from interesting angles, sometimes changing the position of their arms or legs, or even the position of the beer.
Sam began to relax as everything began to look professional, like work. He enjoyed watching his clever girlfriend form her face into different shapes as she thought of what she wanted to do next. She is an artist’s muse, seeing the artist’s muse.
He encouraged the guys to just talk and enjoy a beer while they worked. Man, modeling is easy, Sam thought. Relaxing on the couch in boxers, drinking a beer with another guy and talking about sports and local restaurants.
Now she takes Harvey’s hand and places it on Sam’s calf – she takes the first step in her story. Samuel doesn’t know why, but when the statue of a man at the end of the couch touched the bare skin of his hands, his heart beat a little faster. It’s weird to be touched by another man, especially when your own girlfriend touches to give the impression that something naughty is going on.
When Javier had her where she wanted him, she stepped back and took some side-on photos of him from the neck down, showing his muscles and his hands tightly gripping her ankles just above her thighs. Then she shot the perspective from both sides of the couch.
“Baby, I want you to look at Harvey’s hand in your lap out of the corner of your eye. Harvey, I want you to look straight ahead, like it’s no big deal and you’re just watching TV.” At her command, Angelica’s camera took a hundred more pictures, and she admired their delicate faces. She was getting what she wanted in more ways than she knew at the moment.
Next, she laid Sam on his stomach while Xavier stayed put. “Harvey, move your hands to the back of Sam’s calves, move them up and down and massage his legs.” Xavier followed her instructions and gave what Sam considers the greatest performance ever. I mean, sure, he and another man were nearly naked, but he could drink good beer, massage calves, and there were certainly worse ways to spend an afternoon while getting paid for it. Angelica moved Sam’s hand so the beer-holding man could easily fall off the couch. He turned his face so that he was partially buried in the couch cushions.
“Okay, Sam, let me see some of his expressions when he was massaging your calves. It made me think that you really enjoyed the massage done by your friend.” Sam understood his story and acted very well. It can be awkward to try to look semi-sexy when a guy is touching his body, but, honestly, Harvey massages his calves very well. Sam had gone for a long run that morning and it certainly felt good to have a very strong male hand massaging his leg muscles. He doesn’t need to make his acting muscles more flexible to give Angelica the face she wants. He loved Javier’s strong hands, kneading the tight muscles of his thighs.
“This is great, baby, this is exactly what I’m looking for! Keep going, keep doing this,” he said, and so she did. It feels good to have fun and call it work.
Without her asking, Xavier started doing the things he knew Angelica liked in her photo albums. He put down his beer and began massaging Sam’s hard, muscular legs with his hands. Xavier knew Angelica’s boyfriend was straight, but he had also met many straight guys who found themselves strangely curious when faced with his handsome looks and magnetic masculinity. Guys are like flies to honey when it comes to pleasure – sometimes you just have to get them to rise above some preconceived notions about who they are.
If he was filming with Nolan he would probably be bored – he took too many pictures with him and fucked him in his apartment after drinking the day after filming. Although he was undeniably attractive, he wasn’t exactly what Harvey was looking for in the bedroom – he was too easygoing. But now, with Angelica’s son, he found himself feeling a little excited at the idea of a secret little game he could play while filming. He knows how sensational and unpredictable a model can be when she’s on the same wavelength as Angelica, so he slowly presses the buttons he knows how to press. Samuel is charming. Suddenly, the job started to look like it could bring some secret, naughty fun.
