Page 51 of Touch in the Dark

I stifle a laugh. “Jesus, that’s one Jordan would be proud of,” I point out.

“That is tame for me, I’m trying to be good,” Arizona tells me, checking his watch. A tall guy comes in and Arizona introduces him as Matt from Instinct, he is helping me with the outfits. “Get set up and come on out, there is a robe there,” he points. “See you in a few.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Matt pulls a small bag off the rack and unzips it. He hands me a pair of dark red, tight fitted boxer shorts. Not too bad, I had visions of something a little gaudier, I don’t know why. I head into the changing room and strip off my own clothes, folding them up on my gym bag. I’ve done this a lot in the past, just never in my underwear. I slip off my own and pull on the red ones. They fit snugly but they’re comfortable, the perfect size, I’d given my measurements to Arizona the day before. There is a mirror in the room, and I glance at myself.

Jesus, they leave little to the imagination. They’re quality material, really well made but they’re tight as shit. I eye my dick and adjust it a little, but the bulge is still significant. I usually don’t wear mine this tight, but they’re comfortable. I’m not overly concerned about how huge my dick looks in them. I’m kinda proud to be honest. I guess this is what they’re looking for. My hair has been slicked back and parted at the side. The make-up is subtle, but Jackie has really highlighted my eyes and brows making me look stern. I guess I’m the alpha male in this harem.

Grabbing the robe, I step out of the room. Matt turns and checks me out. To make sure the outfit is how they want it to be. He calls Jackie back in and she pops her head in, her eyes going wide as she takes me in. I grin at her.

“He needs a light sheen on his skin, that okay? Try and keep it off the fabric.”

“Gotcha,” she salutes him. Matt leaves and she grabs a bottle from the table.

“Tell me I’m not getting oiled up,” I groan.

“Nah, it’s just a spray that gives the look of a light layer of perspiration and you’re going to apply it yourself,” she steps towards me. “I’ll spray, you spread.”

“There is an innuendo in there somewhere,” I mutter.

“Not in my experience,” she laughs.

After she’s sprayed me, I rub the stuff over me. Fortunately, it’s pretty light and it smells faintly of vanilla, but not too overpowering. I slip the robe on, step into the complimentary slippers they’ve supplied and head out into the warehouse space. There are three guys standing near the set I’m using. It’s set up like a study, or office. There is a huge mahogany desk, a massive chair, and a chaise longue. There are bookcases lining the fake walls and a huge plush rug. It’s a room that is the epitome of a masculine, powerful man. Or men, as the case may be.

I introduce myself to the three guys I’ll be working with. They’re all in robes and slippers. One is drinking something green from a clear cup with a straw.

“You ever modelled underwear before?” a guy called Shawn asks. He’s tall and lean with blonde hair, styled the same as me. His cheekbones look like they could cut stone. I’m not an insecure guy, I can recognise and appreciate beauty in others. Even guys.

“Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure,” I tell him.

“At least it’s warm in here. I thought it was gonna be fucking freezing given the size of the place. That would have been fucked up.”

It is warm. I take a seat on the chaise and a girl hurries over to offer me water, which I gratefully accept. We sit around talking for a while and check out the set opposite with interest. There are two distinct areas to it, one is a haunted house, the other has been made to look like a dark wooded area.

“It’s a cool concept, huh?” Damien says, taking a seat beside me. He’s dark skinned with a shaved head and more bulk to him than Shawn. He has his phone in his hand as he looks across at Tania’s set. “We’re usually just stood on boxes by plain backgrounds looking like we’re trying to take a shit.”

The others laugh and agree. “What do you know about this model we’re waiting on?” I ask.

Damien leans back, checks his phone then looks over at Shawn. “It’s Mel, I think,” he tells him.

“She’s good, beautiful, perfect for this but I heard Louis saying she can’t get hold of her. She’s nearly an hour late,” Jason, the third model says. They’ve gone for the full range of guys. Jason is pale, with dark red hair and a beard. He’s bigger than everyone else, really tall.

“What’ll they do if she doesn’t show? Postpone?” That would be a ball ache. Given the extent they’d gone to with these sets.

“Try and get someone else if they can,” Jason shrugs.

“It’s really cool meeting you,” Shawn changes the subject. “I’ve been a fan for years.”

“Thanks, man, appreciate that.”

“I lost my virginity in a truck listening to Deep Moves,” Jason laughs. “That’s a pretty smooth song.”

“Nice,” I tell him.

“I’m pretty sure the chick was imagining I was Aidan Gass, but I didn’t really care.”

We all laugh. I glance over and see Tania coming out of the dressing room, she’s wearing a floaty white transparent dress over white underwear. Her hair and makeup are done so she looks ethereal, and I guess ghostly.

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