Chapter 18

Monday, I woke up early, exercised, practiced my huku, went to the hotel gym, did a light workout on the weight machine and yoga, and returned to the suite. After showering, dressing, and taking my supplements, I went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. I then waited for my ride in the lobby. The car arrived, and I got inside and put the driver into a deep sleep with a pressure point. I moved him over, drove the car from the hotel, and parked.

Using the hypnosis technique in my dream, I interrogated him. Trey hired him to kidnap me and disrupt my modeling job. I programmed him to tell Trey I had two professional bodyguards, so the job was canceled. I instructed him never to call or talk to Trey again after his report, and I caught a cab to the Louis Vuitton studio.

Mathéo met me, and we went to the girls for measurements and fitting. Knowing my discomfort, they seemed to have fun torturing me with the outfit changes. I never let them know I spoke French, so they talked freely during the process. Mathéo rescued me at the end of the day and drove me back to the hotel. I told him the car never showed up, so I took a cab. Mathéo said the problem would be fixed tomorrow. Then I told him about my fitting, and he laughed the rest of the way to the hotel.

Mom was waiting for me and said to shower and put on the suit I set out. We have a dinner invitation at the American embassy tonight. I dressed properly, and we took a cab to the embassy. The embassy was closed, but the guard checked our passports and then made a call. A golf cart arrived and took us to a private entrance. Ambassador Matt Roberts and his wife Anna greeted us and took us to a formal dining room.

We enjoyed an excellent steak dinner with baked potato, corn, and green beans. Mrs. Roberts wanted to know about my modeling and was delighted to get an invitation to attend the show on Thursday. Mom had called Mathéo and got VIP passes for Mrs. Roberts, Mrs. Weinberg, and herself for the show. Mr. Roberts rolled his eyes and asked about my golfing. The Ambassador told the women we were going to the study and left them talking about stores to shop for the best selections.

When we arrived at his study, the embassy security chief joined us. I smiled at him, recognizing him following us window shopping on Sunday. His name was David Walker, and they picked up the PI after I left him in the car. David asked what I did to him because it took an hour for him to wake up. I told them a trick my sensei taught me. They didn’t ask for more, so I didn’t offer. David reported the PI rolled over on Trey, and he will be arrested tomorrow. He also said Mom and I would have loose surveillance on me for the remainder of the trip. I thanked him for the help, and he laughed and then left.

We returned to the ladies, thanked the Roberts for the wonderful meal, then said our goodbyes and left. The Ambassador had his driver give us a ride back to the hotel. Mom said she was going shopping with Anna and Susan tomorrow, and I rolled my eyes, causing Mom to laugh. We hugged good night and went to bed. I fell asleep and was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again, lingering in my head longer, and I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke, exercised, practiced my huku, went to the hotel gym, ran on the treadmill, and returned to the suite. After showering, dressing, and taking my supplements, I went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast and then waited for my ride in the lobby. The driver was the same in my dream, so I got in and went to the studio. Mathéo met me, and we went to the fitting room to finish the process. Then, we did a non-dress walkthrough for the show. It was choreographed so the director had instructions for each model. We ended the day doing the complete show to music and the models in proper order. The director applauded us and said excellent job.

When I arrived at the suite, there were over fifteen bags in the living room. Mom was smiling and said she had a great day shopping. I asked if this was the overflow from the bedroom, and she laughed. Mom said no, this was it for the Paris shopping this year. She needed to save some space for London laughing again. We went to the hotel restaurant for dinner, and Mom asked about my day. I told her about the choreographed practice, music, and the director. Mom said it sounded exciting and could hardly wait to see it on Thursday. When she asked about the clothes, I told her it was a surprise. We don’t want you to tease Susan before the show now, do we? Mom laughed and said you’d given enough to prime her pump already, but that would be cruel. I’ll call her tomorrow night before bed, laughing again.

Arriving back at the suite after dinner, Mom showed me some of her purchases. Then she said I even got something for you and held up six silk boxers. I asked if Susan picked them out, and Mom said we all did, laughing. We tried to watch TV but hated the subtitles, so we played poker for an hour, hugged goodnight, and went to bed. I fell asleep and was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again, lingering in my head longer, and I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

Waking up early Wednesday, I exercised, practiced my huku, went to the hotel gym, did a light workout on the weight machine and yoga, and returned to the suite. After showering, dressing, and taking my supplements, I went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast and waited for my ride in the lobby. The car arrived and took me to the studio, and it was organized chaos. Today was another walkthrough, then a dress rehearsal.

The walk-through took until lunch to fine-tune to the director’s satisfaction. The music and the models walking weren’t syncing up right, but it finally got fixed. We broke for lunch, and then the dress rehearsal started. Nude bodies were everywhere without time for modesty, and most didn’t have time to look. Of course, the girls made comments about me in French. One said if I weren’t a lesbian and had a girlfriend, she would go after me. Another said my god, he’s bigger than my boyfriend and only fifteen. I took the time to admire their bodies, too, so it was fair all around.

Dress rehearsal ended at 4:30 p.m. with instructions for tomorrow night. They said to arrive at 5 pm and eat dinner before coming. The show starts at 7 pm and ends at 8:30 pm. An outfit will be selected for you to wear to the after-party. Then return here for your things, and we were dismissed. Mathéo gave me a ride back to the hotel again. He said my driver was mugged on Monday, so he didn’t show up. Then he told me the clothes I modeled would be boxed up for me to take home. Mathéo said there would be a lot of distractions tomorrow night. So, block it out and focus on one thing at the end of the runway and the return trip. Ignore the rest, and you’ll do great. We parted at the hotel after I thanked him for the advice and ride.

Mom was on the phone with Susan when I walked into the suite. She said he wouldn’t tell me but said I would enjoy the show. I know and can’t wait to see it, too. But he really liked the boxers we picked out for him. Yes, I agree, and I’ll see you here at 6 p.m. tomorrow and hung up laughing. Mom said Susan needed to get her husband some Viagra or invest in Duracell, and we laughed.

We ordered room service, and I told Mom about my day and the plan for tomorrow. She liked that I was getting the clothes and said we’d leave them boxed and ship them home. While eating dinner, Mom said Anna Roberts called and said word got out she had VIP tickets to the fashion show. Her husband received calls requesting tickets and was upset with her telling friends. Anna told her husband to be diplomatic and say a friend invited me. Mom said attending the show with Anna and Susan should be interesting, and we laughed.

We played poker after dinner for an hour, hugged goodnight, and went to bed. I fell asleep and was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again, lingering in my head longer, and I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke Thursday, exercised, practiced my huku, went to the hotel gym, ran on the treadmill, and returned to the suite. After showering, dressing, and taking my supplements, I went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. I took my tablet and tagged two couples that looked like they were in town for the show. The first couple, he was in his fifties at least. His wife was in her early to mid-thirties, and his show wife. The other couple was well-to-do in their early forties, judging their dress and jewelry.

I returned to the suite, and Mom wanted to take me to a store she saw yesterday. We hailed a cab and pulled up to a men’s boutique. Mom wanted to get me an overcoat for dress-up occasions. With expert service from Britney, Mom found the right one. It was oversized, but Britney said no one would notice, and I had room for growth. It even had shoulder pad inserts, so Mom got those, too. We stopped at a deli for lunch, then window-shopped until it was time to return to the hotel.

Mom ordered room service for me while I showered and dressed, then ate an early dinner while Mom watched. She said the girls would get something to eat before the show. I finished dinner, hugged Mom goodbye, and went to the show. The models were sitting off to the side, watching all the action. Workers were bringing in racks of clothes and staging them as instructed. The makeup people were ready, so the girls went first. Then, the boys were last, and the fashion show was prepared to start.

Everyone got into their first set of clothing and waited. Then it was time, and it was like Mathéo had said. Lights were flashing, and camerapeople and a large crowd were moving around. I picked a spot at the end of the runway, did my walk, then paused, then picked a spot for the return trip. I saw Susan, Anna, and Mom in the VIP section and looked at them, licked my lips, and wiggled my hips for their benefit.

The director pulled me aside and said to do the same at the end of the runway. I was sure I heard screaming from the VIP section. We did outerwear first, then underwear last. I could tell that was the reason for the crowd because the noise level increased dramatically. Finally, the show ended with all the models walking to the runway, pausing, and slowly returning to the stage. The designers came out to join us, and we bowed and waved, receiving applause from the crowd. Then we returned backstage to dress for the after-party.

The after-party was in a conference hall next to the theater. It was reserved for the VIPs to meet the models and designers. The program given out had everyone’s name and their agency listed. I grabbed one, and mine said TJ Jackson with William Morris Endeavor. Mom caught up to me from behind as I drank a bottle of sparkling water. She said I was naughty to Susan and laughed. I told her the director loved it, and I had to at the end of the runway, too. Susan and Anna caught up with us, and I got hugs. We mingled for an hour, then said our goodbyes. Susan and Anna took off separately, and Mom and I returned to the dressing area. My show clothes were in three boxes on a plastic dolly so we got my clothes and left.

We were unwinding on the couch when Mom’s phone rang. It was Mr. Finkleman, and he asked what I did to cause the shitstorm at his office. Mom and I laughed and told him nothing, but the fashion show had just ended. Mr. Finkleman said he’d call us in a few days when we sorted through this mess and said I hate this kid hanging up. I asked Mom if Mr. Finkleman hated all the money I put into his pocket. When he calls back, ask if we need to seek new representation. Mom assured me she would talk to him, and we hugged goodnight and went to bed.

It took me time to finally fall asleep. I was pissed at the arrogant asshole representing me. I checked into one of the couples I saw at the restaurant. The older man was an investor and controlled several successful hedge funds. His phone and email were all business but worth keeping tabs on for advice. His wife was hanging on for the money and notoriety. She complained to her girlfriends about the prenup she signed when they married. I laughed and laid down and fell asleep. I was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again, lingering in my head longer, and I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke, exercised, practiced my huku, went to the hotel gym, did a light workout on the weight machine and yoga, and returned to the suite. After showering, dressing, and taking my supplements, I went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. I returned to the suite and began packing when Mom entered my room. Mom asked if I was feeling better today. I said that arrogant asshole sits on his ass and collects 15% of what I bring in, and he hates me. I brought in over 70% of the work myself, and that’s his opinion of me. Mom left and got on the phone.

I could hear her saying you fuckup big time. TJ listened to your comment when you ended the call. He’s pissed off, and rightfully so. He brought in over 70% of the business, and you hate him. Make a decision quickly about what you want to do because this cash cow is leaving the barn soon, and you ungrateful bastard then hung up the phone. I came out, and Mom said we’ll start looking for a new agency when we get home.

We finished packing our bags and checked out of the hotel. The high-speed train was a new experience for me. It seemed like death on wheels, but their safety rating was good, so I relaxed. We arrived in London two and a half hours later. The trip to the hotel took 20 minutes longer, but we were settled in our suite by 4 p.m. Mom called our contact at the Prime Minister’s office and notified him we arrived.

Oliver Stevens was our contact’s name and he told us he scheduled practice rounds for Monday and Tuesday. He will courier a package over today to the hotel. It will have everything we need for our stay, and call him if anything comes up. We unpacked and then went to the hotel for dinner. I told Mom if it weren’t for the State Department’s involvement in British golfing screwup, I would want to go home now. Playing a practice round a year before the tournament isn’t very helpful. I’m anxious to get this thing settled with MWE. We also need to audit the books. I asked Mom if she had seen a statement yet from MWE, and she said no. I asked Mom to call Todd Brown when we get home and ask what the best course is to shake MWE awake. Mom loved the idea and would call when we got home.

Our welcome package was waiting for us at the front desk. When we returned to our suite, the packet was filled with discount coupons for tours, events, and restaurants. The two rounds on the course were at 50% off the normal course fee. I called Sam Barton, and when he answered, I told him what a great deal we got. Then I said Mom had to pay for the train and use her credit for the hotel. Tell your British contact to shove his offer up his ass. We’re going home tomorrow and never returning. We have never been so insulted and humiliated. The cheap bastards didn’t even offer to pay for our travel or lodging and hung up.

Mom and I laughed and agreed to leave tomorrow. Mom got our Air France tickets changed, and we departed at 8 a.m. tomorrow and arrived at LAX at 10:30 a.m. We hugged goodnight and went to bed. I fell asleep and was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again, lingering in my head longer, and I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep. Then, my vision started.