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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
get the idea that this is some sort of photographer's lure to get you naked. I'm not into boys. This is just a plain business deal. You get a double fee for the stills, and standard actress pay for movies. What do you think?" I was a little surprised to hear myself saying, "As long as it doesn't screw up the modeling job, I'll do it!" I could hardly believe what I had just said. I had just agreed to do some transvestite pornography. That was the sort of thing that Star, one of the other "G.G.Girls" did. I had thought of asking her about it, but we had not gotten close enough as friends for me to do that. I had wanted to try it just for the thrill. Now this handsome photographer just asked me out of the blue to do it. I could use the extra money too, but I did not want to hurt my standing with any legitimate jobs I could do. I voiced my concern to Tom, saying, "How is this going to affect the job I just got, and any others in or out of modeling?" Tom lit his pipe again, and said, "I've already told you that the job at the coat company is yours, and that's that. As for anything else, well, my studio will give you any other assignments that we feel you're qualified for. Look, almost all fashion models have done some nudes at some point in their career. Most of those have at least done cheesecake stiff, if not actual porno. The things you're going to do are highly unlikely to be seen by anyone who sees your fashion stuff, and we'll make sure that ... you look different enough in the nudes that nobody will ever be sure it's you." Tom leaned toward me again, and finished by saying, "I've been scouting drag queens for a while looking for the right one. I have a reputation to maintain. I don't use anyone in my shots that doesn't look good, or make me look good. You qualify on both points. If you can pull off getting that job today, I know that you'll make me look good, and as far as your looks are concerned, well, you're just pretty as a picture!" We both laughed at his little photographer's pun. Somehow I trusted Tom. He was only interested in my body as far as he could use it to make money, and he was willing to share that with me in model and actress fees in a fair way. He was not like Irving and others like him, who only wanted my body to paw for their own pleasure even if, like the johns I turned tricks with, they were willing to pay for the privilege. All Tom wanted was a business deal. That was something I could live with. We finished our drinks, and Tom called for the tab. "I have to get going," he said. "We'll talk more about all of this when you come into the studio for your test shots." He paid the waitress, and we went outside again. "You've got it, you know. There's just something about you that makes you special. Not all models have that. Don't ever lose it," he said, and then stepped into the street to hail a cab. In a moment, he was gone, and I headed toward 5th Avenue to do ...