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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
only a couple of miles from Edith, and dropping me off there was really on their way. Ray seemed surprised that I could live in such a luxurious building, and Wendy liked the way that Thomas, the doorman, held the car doors for us as we got out, and she moved to the front seat with Ray. I would have liked to have asked them to come up for a visit, but Ray was anxious to get home for his dinner, and I had not talked to Edith about bringing people home yet. We parted company on the sidewalk, and I went up to the apartment. Edith was already at home when I got there, and asked me how my day had gone. I told her about signing up with a modeling agency, and she thought that was just wonderful. "I knew you'd get a job like that," she said, "but that won't keep you going all the time. You should get a regular job too until you get established as a model. Have you ever thought of calling that fellow Paul who used to be with the store's personnel department? You told me he liked you, and I know where he's working now. I asked a friend of his today. Maybe he'll have some ideas." Edith was being motherly again. She was gently nudging me toward doing what I knew I ought to do anyway. I had not thought of calling Paul, but it was not a bad idea at all. He might just have an idea or two that would help. I said I would call him on Monday. "What's that?" Edith asked after dinner. She was pointing to my portfolio case, so I told her what it was. I opened it, and we ... spent the evening looking through the pictures and talking. The only picture I held back was the nude of me with my little penis sticking out. I was not quite ready to show that to her yet. "You're very beautiful in these," she said. "You make a good model. You look like you belong on the stage." I looked at the pictures once again too. "All the world's a stage," I said. "I'm only just a minor bit player." "Maybe," Edith replied. Sub-title: On Call "My, but don't you look pretty tonight," said Edith as I stepped out of my room. "This must be some special place you're going." I gave her a little pout, and said, "I told you this was my first modeling assignment for the agency, and I have to look my best for it." I fussed a bit more with my hair, and Edith asked, "It seems rather late for a job, and it's a Saturday night too. What sort of assignment is it?" I hesitated for a second, and then replied, "Oh, it's some stock shots that have to do with, ah... having fun at night in New York. I'll be very late coming home, so don't wait up for me." Edith looked at me with one of her motherly looks. I could not be sure if she had bought the story or not. It was not a lie. It was an assignment from Helen's modeling agency, and it did have to do with having fun at night in New York. The only thing that I had not told Edith was that I was the fun that someone was going to have. I was indeed going on my first ...