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

by Omar Tyree

  “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 t
owel 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!

  Outside the door of the hotel suite, Jason Polk had walked down the hallway and doubled back just in time to satisfy his suspicions. And he had heard enough. Once it got deadly quiet inside the room, he didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on in there.

  He nodded to himself and mumbled, “Okay…fuck ’em both.” Then he headed to the elevators to walk outside and catch a smoke.

  “So the man is laying the pipe to her,” he continued to mumble, while awaiting the elevator’s arrival at the penthouse level. “Oh well. Somebody has to fuck her.”

  But they could at least do this shit somewhere else and not on my time and professional space, he reasoned. And at least now I know this damn girl ain’t innocent. None of them are innocent in this business.

  He reminded himself for the twentieth time to remain professional, and not to get too involved with any heartbreaking models that he worked with.

  When Jason returned to the room, nearly an hour later, Arnold let him into the suite. He was neatly dressed as if nothing had happened.

  “That was a long-ass smoke, Mr. Cameraman. I guess you had a lot on your mind out there,” he noted.

  Jason smiled it off. “Well, you told me to take a break, right? So that’s what I did.”

  He was forcing himself to take the high road and remain professional.

  Arnold nodded. “Well, let me go on and get out of your hair,” he told his dutiful photographer. Then he looked back to Gabrielle. She was all wrapped up in her golden robe on the bed, just as she was when Jason had started the shoot that evening.

  “You two have a good time and finish up what you need for the shoot in here,” the boss told her. He looked back to Jason and added, “I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

  Jason nodded and thought, Yeah, save it for the birds.

  When Arnold left them alone inside the room again, the flirtations between the photographer and model were no longer the same.

  “So, where were we?” Gabrielle asked him. She attempted to start over where they had left off. But her energy seemed forced now, with a contrived smile. Or at least that’s how Jason read it. Since her innocence had been foiled, he had no more patience with her. It was only a job now.

  “All right, well, we don’t have much time left before we end up in here all night. So let’s just undo the robe and take a walk around the room to see what jumps out at us.”

  Gabrielle stared at him from the bed and hesitated as if she were awaiting a punch line. But when Jason detached his camera from the tripod to carry it around the room with him, she got the point. The man was all business now. His pleasure had been taken away.

  At his private studio on the east side of Detroit, Jason developed the film from his five-hour shoot with Gabrielle in his small darkroom. He was still impressed with how photogenic she was.

  “Damn, she photographs well!” he exclaimed. “And she doesn’t even know what the hell she’s doing yet.”

  He figured his boss had found himself a winner in more ways than one. Nearly every picture of her looked good. So he began to separate the shots with the best stories. And his pants began to harden during the process.

  “Damn, that’s never happened before,” he told himself. He rubbed his hard-on along the length of his jeans. “I guess you’re trying to tell me something. Are you the one?” he spoke to Gabrielle through her dozens of developed pictures.

  He continued to rub his hard-on and sifted through the photos until he could no longer take it. He took a walk to his small bathroom and washed his hands in the sink, before pulling his pants and drawers down to masturbate with a glob of hand lotion.

  “Are you the one to drive me crazy?” he asked himself as he worked his manhood. “But first, we gotta get rid of the boss. You’ll get rid of him for me, won’t you? You’ll do that for me, right?” he asked while he jerked himself.

  Right as he reached the point of climax, his cell phone rang.

  Jason looked down at the number on the phone that was attached to his pants. He grimaced.

  “What the hell do you want this fast?” he questioned, reading Arnold Whittingham Jr.’s number. “I’m still working on this shit.”

  He figured he’d call the publisher back as soon as he finished his business of fantasizing about Gabrielle.

  “Aaahhhhhh, that’s the way it’s supposed to feel, right there,” he expressed as he aimed his cum into the open toilet.

  He squeezed it all out and wiped himself off before he washed and dried his hands to call back his boss. “Hey, it’s Jason. I’m still working on picking them all out.”

  “Good, so you’re there at the studio then. We’re on our way over,” the publisher responded to him in haste.

  Jason frowned. “Who’s on the way over?”

  “Gabrielle and me. She wanted to look at the raw pictures with us.”

  “Hi, Jason. It was fun working with you again yesterday,” Gabrielle spoke into the cell phone on speaker mode.

  Jason paused and thought it over. They’re setting me the hell up with this shit, he told himself. Now he wants to rub the shit in my face that he’s fucking his star model. Nevertheless, he was curious to see her again. And it wasn’t as if he could stop them. They were already on their way to his studio.

  “Aaahh…all right, I guess I’ll see you guys when you get here.”

  As soon as he hung up the line, he snapped, “Shit! Now how do I prepare for this.”

  He decided to pull out his photography albums of his favorite models who could compete with Gabrielle. He wanted to show her that she was hardly the only fine fish in the sea. By knocking her off her high horse with the boss, maybe he would have his own shot at her in a few more months.

  When Arnold and Gabrielle arrived in the black Bentley, Jason invited them in with his favorite model albums strategically placed around the room, where they could easily be flipped through.

  Gabrielle wore a light-brown sheepskin coat, with a fur hood and matching boots.

  “Nice winter gear,” Jason told her. “That reminds me of a photo shoot I took of this hot French girl up in Canada a few years ago. I think I have her album over here somewhere.”

  Gabrielle responded like clockwork. “Oh yeah, let me see it.”

  Jason walked right over and grabbed it.

  Arnold frowned at the idea. “Look, we don’t have time for that right now. We need to look at her pictures from yesterday. We’re on deadline here, remember?”

  “Well, maybe I can invite you back over to look at some of my other work, when you have more time,” Jason offered to Gabrielle alone.

  “Okay, I would like that.”

  Arnold gave her a look, but held his thoughts. “All right, so what did you pick out for me to look at?”

  Jason gave them the temporary album of Gabrielle’s photos, and he didn’t say a word. Arnold and the young model sat down on the sofa to view them.

  “They all look so good,” Gabrielle gushed. “That’s good work.”

  She looked up from the book at Jason and smiled.

  “That’s what he gets paid the big bucks to do,” Arnold commented.

  “Yeah, she takes great pictures, too. So I can’t take the credit for all of it.”

  Gabrielle smiled again. “Thank you.”

  Before they all go
t too comfortable inside the room, Arnold stood back up and was suddenly ready to leave. “All right, well, we’ll get back to you on it.”

  Gabrielle didn’t seem ready to leave yet. She remained seated with her coat off.

  “Let me see some of your other photo albums.”

  As Jason moved to gather them for her, the boss responded, “For what? We don’t have any time for that. I thought you told me you were hungry.”

  “I mean, I am, but…”

  Arnold cut her off, “Well, you better get this meal while you can get it. I have other things to do today.”

  Jason shrugged. “I can order her something to eat. There’s plenty of restaurants that make deliveries around here.”

  Arnold gave Jason a look suggesting he back off. He wanted to establish that Gabrielle was his playmate. There was no more need for secrecy.

  “Look, now, the pretty lady said that she would accompany me to dinner this evening. Now if you don’t mind, Mr. Cameraman…”

  Gabrielle got the point and stood up to leave.

  “Well, yeah, I did promise him, so maybe another time. Okay, Jason?”

  Jason shrugged again. “Sure.”

  All he had was time. And he planned to work his way into her skin, little by little, like her pictures had worked their way into his skin. The young woman was toxic, and the erotic thoughts of her would not easily go away.

  However, as the days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned into months, with Jason assigned to work with Gabrielle on several new projects, he grew increasingly testy about their relationship, mainly because he still could never seem to get close enough to touch her. The shit was driving him crazy, just as he had expected it would. Her developing photo album had quickly become his new favorite, and he was growing tired of jerking off to it. He wanted the real got’ damned thing!

  But as he began to grow sour toward her, Gabrielle was finally forced to ask him, “Jason, why have you been so…snappy toward me lately? I thought that we were becoming good friends. What’s been up with you?”