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It's been about two years since I last posted a story. I found a half done draft of this chapter and remembered how much I loved writing these, so I'm back and finding more interesting ways for Mark and David to get into naughty trouble. I hope you enjoy it.
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Several months had passed since the bachelor party. It was now summer in London and things between me and David were still going strong. While we were still largely in the closet from our family and friends we were for all intents and purposes a very much in love couple. Very few people knew that we were in a relationship and we liked to keep it that way.
One particularly warm July morning, I was working the early shift at the gym. As usual, it was quiet with only a couple of really determined businessmen getting their morning workout in before they went off doing whatever business they had in the city. If I'm honest, I hated this shift. It was so boring, people rarely needed my help and I wasn't allowed to do my own workout while I was working. Instead, I was sat by one of the windows, nursing a rather overpriced coffee and waiting to wake up properly.
"Hey, sleepyhead!" a woman yelled towards me. I jumped up thinking that something must be wrong, but found it was just Andrea, one of the customers, walking towards me.
"It's Mark, actually," I replied with more than a little sass, "what's up?"
"Your cheekbones, sweetie!" She said with far too much enthusiasm for before 8am,
"My... err... What?" I stammered,
"Your cheekbones," Andrea repeated, "you're perfect for a job I have coming up. Lift your shirt up for me."
"What?"
"Oh, don't be such a baby," she said, grabbing my tshirt and yanking it up, "my oh my, those abs, you are perfect sweetie!"
Feeling more than a little confused, I pulled my tshirt back down and took a step back, "Perfect for what?"
"The photo shoot I'm organising, silly."
Still no clearer on what was going on (had I mentioned that it was before 8am?) I asked an obvious, but slightly stupid question.
"What are you talking about?"
"Wow, you're pretty but dumb as wood, sweetie," she replied with a little scorn, "I'm a scout for a modelling agency and I've got a job on tonight and I'm looking for two male models. It's a saucy calendar shoot for this christmas' seasonal releases. You've got the look, you've got the body, it pays well and shouldn't take much of your time, are you interested?"
"Erm... Well I dunno, I've never modelled before."
"Don't worry sweetie, it's easy. The photographer will guide you through everything, costumes will be provided and all you've got to do is show up, get makeup done and stand around looking sexy. Let me write down a number," she swiped my pen, grabbed my hand and scribbled a four digit number. My eyes went wide.
"That's yours, plus a 10% bonus if you can find me the last model I need." I was just staring at my hand, I couldn't believe it. I whipped my phone out and went into the camera roll. I found a picture of me and David on holiday, tanned and shirtless together.
"How about him?" I said, showing her the photograph. This time her eyes went wide.
"Oh sweetie, yes, he is superb. What a picture! I could just gobble the two of you up!"
I laughed a slightly uneasy laugh as she got her phone out and tapped out something on the screen.
"Go to this address, 8pm for the two of you, you'll be out by 11 and I'll get your cheques straight in the post." We exchanged details, she blew me a kiss and left to go to work. I looked at the message on my phone from her with all the details. The studio was within walking distance of our flat. It was all so exciting, I just needed to convince David that it was a good idea.
Convincing him hadn't been hard, as soon as I told him how much we were getting paid he jumped at the chance. Plus he said he'd always wanted to be a model, which I laughed at and pointed out that his ass was too big to be a model. I probably deserved the knee to the groin he gave me for that...
8pm arrived and we wandered up to the address. Neither of us had known what to wear so we just turned up in jeans and tshirts. After all, Andrea had said that costumes would be provided. We hit the buzzer on the nondescript looking black door.
"Who is it?" A distorted voice asked over the intercom,
"Mark and David, for the photo shoot," I replied. Without another word the door buzzed and we went in. The stairs led directly to the top floor of the building, where a sign saying "Walker Photography" sat outside a glass door. Walking through, the studio was light and spacious, with a white backdrop set up, lit from all sides with some powerful lights.
"Boys!" I heard Andrea before I saw her. She clopped towards us, her obscenely high heels making a hell of a noise on the wooden floor, "I'm so glad you could both make it. Now, to makeup!"
Before we could reply she had our hands and took us to a table with all manner of makeup products on. I looked around, I couldn't see anyone else around.
"Where are the makeup artists?" I asked, "and for that matter, the photographer?"
"You're looking at her," she said, "my normal photographer is sick and I always do the makeup myself. Don't worry sweetie, I've got you covered, I've done this all before."
Hesitantly I moved to sit at the table as David walked over to join us.
"Not so fast sweeties," she said, "this is a glamour shoot, so you need makeup on more than your face." She rustled in a bag and produced two g-strings. "Put these on, then I'll get you all sorted out."
"Erm, okay," David said, "where are the changing rooms?"
"There aren't any," Andrea chirped, "just change here. Don't be shy, it's not like you've got anything I haven't seen. Come on, chop chop."
