Figaro,
Thank you for replying to my last letter, I understand where you are coming from I just don't like being kept in the dark. I truly appreciate all you do for me but I think it would be better if we could work together from now on. Once again the crazy saga off my life rolls full steam ahead, I'm not sure when I will be able to write again so I will try and fit as much into this letter as I can. I was happy to hear that you were doing ok, when I read your letter it was almost as if you were beside me speaking. I needed that letter more than you know.
I didn't get much sleep after Myles's confession, I tossed and turned all night, Theo and Brad's gargantuan love making session didn't help either. I tried to work on my manuscript for the course and got a lot done, I think it will be ready for submission next week, all going well. Myles called me early the next morning to fill me in on his meeting with his cop friend Conner.
He said it went well, they were keeping a very close eye on Kash but didn't want to spook him, he hadn't done anything wrong yet so all they could do was watch him for now. They were putting pressure on a local thug they seen entering Kash's building for information. Myles said he was going to be sitting in on the next interview Conner conducted with him.
Myles reiterated his promise to keep me safe and in the loop. I just couldn't believe that I would have to deal with that prick again, I really thought he was out of my life for good. I had a shower after I hung up, it did little to help my thoughts, I just felt numb as the water washed over me. I had a meeting at the studio with Curtis and my potential agent Mr. Gent. According to Curtis he was very excited to meet me, I was still tossing all my options around as I walked into his office, the journey there was a blur, it seemed as if I was operating on auto pilot.
When I entered the office the first thing that hit me was the smell of fresh paint. Sy was rummaging behind the desk.
"Hey Sy, how are you?" I said as I sat down my back pack and poured myself a glass of water.
"Busy as usual Mason, how you been?"
"Good, what's going on around here?"
"Well since the videos blew up online, Curtis decided we need to spruce up the place, I am dealing with builders and trying to shoot a scene at the same time, we have had to improvise and film in the changing rooms. I am just looking for the angle sheet."
He continued to rummage on the desk, scattering pages as he went.
"Good to see Lockie back in action," I said, looking at the posters on the wall of old DVD covers.
"Yes, his fans seem happy too, hopefully it means he is back on form. Fucking hell! Curtis needs to sort out his desk, it's like a pig sty."
"When do you expect this Mr. Gent to arrive? I have a meeting with him in a few minutes."
"He's already here, Curtis wanted his opinion on the shoot so he is giving him some pointers. I will let him know you are here."
"Thanks." I replied.
Sy soon left after finding the sheet and I was alone, I was on my third glass of water when a tall older man walked in.
"Mason, so sorry to keep you waiting, I just got caught up in the scene, nothing like two younger guys going at it to make the mind wander." He said, extending his hand.
"No, you can't beat it." I said, sitting down, he took the seat behind Curtis's desk.
"Normally I meet new clients in my office down town, but Curtis asked me to help a bit around here and I was just dying to meet you. I am a big fan of your videos, I hope you will choose me going forward to represent you." He looked at me eagerly. I paused.
He was a tall, broad man. I would put his age at 55 if I had to guess, his hair was a mixture of black and grey, he had a slight recede to his hairline. I could tell from the bulge of his forceps that he still took care of himself. The green t-shirt was snug across his torso, over all I found him attractive.
"Curtis has big plans for this studio now that he has gained some traction, a lot of that is down to you Mason, it's important that we all do what is best. If you were to sign with me I know I could make you huge, right not there is interest there is no denying that, but that comes and goes."
"OK," I ventured, "say I agree, what would you do with me next?"
"Well for one I would tell you not to sign the exclusivity contract. Listen," he said holding up his hands, "Curtis has been a friend of mine for years, I remember when he started out. I just feel that you could do so much more being a free agent. Loyalty is key of course, I presume you like doing videos for "In'DaMan'D."
"Of course," I replied, still reeling from his advice not to sign.
"Well then, I can draw up a contract saying you will commit to X amount of videos a year, do a few appearances for the studio, things like that, lots of younger stars do it until they find their niche. Which means, that I need to know what you are comfortable with and where you see yourself in a few years."
Again I hadn't given the future much thought Figaro, I felt foolish at my lack of preparation.
"I enjoy shooting scenes and interacting with fans," I said, moving the empty glass in my hands," obviously I love sex but I know I don't want to be doing it for years, I guess I just want as much money as we can get in the next five years."
As soon as I gave my answer I was happy with it, once this fucking fan mail and Kash ordeal were over I would concentrate fully on the videos. It was a win-win really, the money was helping me live my dream of writing and I was being desired and got great sex out of it. I just wanted to be in control, I felt that Mr. Gent was on the same page as me.
"No one else in this business has the experience or catalog of stars that I do Mason, you can ask anyone I represent what I am like and how far I go for my clients. Depending on what you're willing to do on camera, I really think you could be one of the biggest stars in the industry. "
I went outside for a cigarette and mused over everything some more. We spoke again and ironed out any kinks we may have had and I signed him as my agent.
Sy entered as we were finishing up, saying that Curtis didn't want us leaving until he got a chance to have a meeting. I was nervous waiting for him, he had been so good to me I felt turning down his offer was like kicking him in the face. Mr. Gent moved to my side of the desk and sat beside me. He placed his hand on my thigh as Curtis entered.
