Chapter 1: Snow in My Sandals

The car shows had been going smoothly until we hit Syracuse. Charlie had gone back to La Jolla, leaving CJ (Charles Jr.) in charge. Yeah, I thought it was funny too. At least I did until CJ dropped the ball.

Charlie had only made modeling arrangements one city in advance. When he left, CJ did not make any new arrangements. He left us without any bikini girls. A car show without bikinis is like a surfboard without waves: functional but it gets no action. In desperation, we had a contest.

We went to the college hangouts and posted announcements:

MODEL TRYOUTS

Four Days Immediate Work

References

Professional Portfolio Shoot

It worked like a dream. We got six very hot girls, eager to work for a quarter of what we were prepared to pay agency models. After the show, five of the fashion shoots went smoothly. The portfolio would give each girl a solid introduction to any modeling agency in the country. That was enough for most.

Then there was Gina. She was a 20-something college senior and high-priced call girl. Her portfolio was not intended for Madison Avenue. Shoots were for 30 minutes. After 10 minutes of watching her undress for the camera, I was ready for a cold shower, and Justin was waiting for me.

He blew me in the hotel elevator. When we reached my room, Justin had a tube of K-Y in his hand. It was my cherry. Little Jay had never corn-holed anyone before, but in the next six weeks, the little guy did it 30 times at least. In Cleveland, Justin had the room next to mine. That night I reamed him out. In the morning, he returned the compliment. Since he did not stay the night, the wake-up blow job was a complete surprise.

It became a pattern and then a game. I never gave Justin a key, but he was always inside my door for his bedtime ass-reaming. He would go to his room and I would go to sleep, sooner or later, depending on my company and what time she (they) left. In the morning he would give me my wake up. I changed rooms, set alarm clocks, and requested wake-up calls, in an attempt to be awake before his lips locked on to my little buddy. I only managed it twice, except for Sundays, when Justin went to mass.

As we moved through the Midwest the word had gone before us. In Cleveland Jodi followed Gina’s footsteps. In Scranton it was Candy and Bambi, and then Carmen and the twins; Melissa and Marissa. By Dayton Justin and I were turning away more pros than amateurs. Gina had been a hot Penthouse-style shoot. Jodi wanted a prop, and I was handy. Then Melissa and Marissa were into kink, and they offered to do scenes on the side. After that, I never spent an evening alone.

So it went, to the last show in Atlanta. I learned to go without sleep and Justin was doing fantastic business. Word of mouth generated a ton of business offers on the side. Justin’s voicemail was wall-to-wall hookers wanting publicity shots and Madams wanting catalogs. When the last show wound down in April, Justin’s studio was booked through Labor Day.

It was a hell of a summer, but that would be another story. Suffice it to say that I had enough on-camera sex to keep a teenager happy, and enough off-camera experience to run a gigolo college. It is amazing what working girls want to do off the clock, especially if they pay you.

I laid down some rules in Ohio, and mostly the girls respected them. That left a lot of room for experimenting. If that was insufficient, Justin was available to blow me at any time, in any place, not to mention giving me his tight ass. Justin was not the only one who carried K-Y everywhere. Many of the girls wanted to play out their fantasies in my hotel room, though there were exceptions. For example, Jay managed three kinds of sexual penetration of Tanya in a Transit Authority baggage stall, with pictures.

I still have them.