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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
breasts were round and globular, her hips were narrow and seductive, and the hair at her crotch was trimmed to just a vertical bar, so it would not show in a bikini panty. She stood still to let me look her over, and said, "Well, what do you think? I wanted to return the favor you did me before by showing me your cock. Ray wants to do a series of nudes of you and a real-girl, and I got him to let me do the real-girl part. I'm no stranger to porno. I don't look as good as you in front of a lens, so I don't get to do fashion. I like what I did today, but I like to model too. The only way I get to do any modeling is naked." There was just the merest hit of a tear in her eye as she spoke. "I'd be honored to pose with you," I said. I knew that my words could do little to relieve the pain she was feeling. Wendy wanted to be a fashion model very badly, but she was not quite fashion model caliber. Almost anyone could be a model of some sort, but a fashion model is the elite. It is not just beauty. The qualifications go far beyond that. There is also a certain style in the way a fashion model moves and carries herself. Some of it can be learned, but most of it seems almost inborn or instinctive. Wendy lacked these qualities. She did the cheesecake and pornography because that was what she could get offers to do. Most of what she did was with Ray behind the lens. They were also lovers off the set, but did not live together. Ray was too into "doing his own ... thing" for that. "That's all right, Bobbi," Wendy said as we went back to our dressing. "I'm content with what I do. Oh, I would rather be doing other things, but I'm happy here. Look, why don't you come over to my place on Thursday night, and I'll do that henna rinse for you. We girlfriends should see each other off the set too." I readily agreed, and Wendy offered to do my make-up before we left. "When you get to be a big star," she said as she worked, "maybe you'll hire me as your personal cosmetician." It was a joke, but it was also a pretty good idea. Now all I had to do was figure out how I was going to go about becoming a big star. It did not take long before Wendy and I were ready to leave. She looked different in a dress somehow. All day she had been working in jeans and an old blouse, but I guess those were her work clothes. The dress she wore was nothing fancy, but she wore it well. There was still a lot of "model" in her even if she did not do fashion work. "Got anything special planned for tonight?" she asked as we left the dressing room. "No," I replied. "I might stop by the local bar for a drink, but I'll probably just go home." Wendy took my hands in hers, and moved her face close to mine in the sort of mock kiss that women do as a greeting. "Well," she said, "if you've got nothing else to do, call me, and we'll chat some more. You're fun as a friend. If I don't hear from you, have a good ...