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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
in Queens. I'm also signing up with a modeling agency. Lots has happened." Wendy started sorting through my portfolio of pictures. "It looks like we've got a lot to talk about," she said, and asked me what modeling agency I had signed with. When I told her it was Models-In-Minutes, she said, "Oh! So you're going to work with Helen too? I do some assignments for her agency sometimes. I used to do more before I got this job, but now I'm too busy here." It should not have surprised me that both Wendy and Tom knew Helen, but I did not expect them to know her so well. Before I could say anything else, Wendy said with a giggle, "She handles lots of people. That's the way she does business, on volume. Has she asked you about doing her special assignments yet?" It was beginning to seem like Helen's business was an open book in the industry. I decided to see how far it went, so I said, "And what if she has, and suppose I accepted?" Wendy stopped laughing. "Oh," she said, "I didn't mean to offend you. It was just some gossip. All modeling agencies get stories like that about them. Not many are true, but I know this one is because Helen asked me to do it. It's okay with me if you do. I can keep a friend's secret... if she'll keep mine. I agreed to do it too!" This was getting more interesting by the minute. "Then you're one of Helen's two regular girls?" I asked. "Only two girls?" Wendy answered. "I thought she ... would have had more by now. No. I only did it twice. I don't do that regularly. Just sometimes if I need some extra money for something. We'll talk about it some other time. Not here." A heavy step at the door made us both turn to see who it was. "Can anyone join this party?" said Ray coming into the dressing room. "Ray," said Wendy, "Bobbi lives out in Queens now too. Can we give her a ride home, so we can talk?" Ray lit a cigarette, and said with a grin, "You mean I have to listen to you chicks twittering all the way home? Okay. I guess I can put up with it, but let's go. It's quitting time, and I want my dinner!" Wendy shook her head. "He's such a romantic," she said. Ray's car was in the garage across the street, so it only took a few moments to get there. Wendy and I took the back seat. It would be easier to talk that way, and she wanted to help me organize my portfolio on the way. We made a lot of small talk as we rode, and somehow seemed to be avoiding any mention of Helen and her agency. It turned out, however, that Helen's sideline business was not very well known in the industry. It was sheer coincidence that Wendy knew anything at all about it, and Tom only knew because he occasionally used the service to entertain clients. Most others only viewed the story as another bit of the vast sea of meaningless gossip that floated around the modeling industry. My secret, it seemed, would be safe. It happened that Ray and Wendy lived ...