I sent Ivan all the photos from the last shoot. Even the ones in the farmer’s market. He was very pleased and said I was doing great work. The girls loved working with me and I told him how much I enjoyed working with the girls. I don’t know what he does with them and I don’t ask. Marketing or advertising I suppose for either the Diamond Club Experiment or StarDreamers.
I am becoming more and more comfortable with the women. I am no longer shocked by what they do to themselves or each other. Not like that first time in the hotel room. That was quite the initiation. All that flesh and sweat and smell. Sometimes I look back at the photos in the hotel room, I keep copies, and can only shake my head in disbelief. But now, I feel like I am almost one of them. Almost. I am still the man behind the camera and my lens is like a protective shield.
I recently went on a date. Yup. A date. I don’t go on many dates, but every now and then someone asks me out. Her name was Mary or Kathy or something and she worked at the pizza place where I delivered food. I should have declined, but I have a hard time saying no. She was somewhat attractive and I cannot even remember the colour of her hair. Brunette maybe. I think it was a … Tuesday maybe when I went to pick her up. She got into my car and almost immediately made a face. What’s that smell? I don’t smell anything. I realized that one thing you should never do on a first date, especially a first date, is insult, intentionally or not, the person you are going out with. Of course, my car smelled. It smelled of melted soft serve vanilla ice cream. I was meaning to clean the back seat, but well, I had kind of gotten used to it. In fact, sometimes while driving it would remind me of the DICE fooling around in the back seat. And sometimes, I would look in the rearview mirror hoping to see Aurora’s white lace panties with the faint yellow stain in the back window. So, yeah, the date did not start out well.
We ended up at some Italian restaurant. We ordered drinks and began looking at the menu. She was a vegan. How do I know? Because that is all she talked about from the time I picked her up. And she kept rambling on about veganism. I almost felt like telling her about the first deer I killed. But I didn’t. Instead, I ordered a medium rare sirloin steak. She ordered a salad and pasta. And then she continued talking about how chickens and cows and pigs have feelings and how inhumane they were treated. I just nodded my head as I hacked into my steak and let blood drip down my chin while taking a bite. I didn’t even wipe my chin. It was kind of cruel. The waiter came by to see how we were doing. I asked if I could have an order of chicken wings to go. I took her home and she kissed me. She actually kissed me very affectionately. Too much so. She asked if I wanted to come in and I declined. I said I didn’t want my chicken wings to get cold. And that was it. Or so I thought.
The next time at work, she was all over me. Everywhere I went, everything I did, she was there. Smiling at me. Saying how wonderful our date was. I was happy making my deliveries just to get away from Mary… or was it Kathy? And when I returned, yup, there she was! A psycho vegan. What? Are we married? We went out on one date that was horrible. I quit the pizza place that night. I didn’t need the job anymore anyway. One lesson I did learn from the experience was NEVER date someone you work with. It is a recipe for disaster!
Ivan let me know the date of the next shoot. It was supposed to be an easy assignment. Some sort of wrestling in oil. I can handle that. After my recent adventure with Mary or Kathy… or psycho vegan, it would be nice to have some normalcy with Aurora, Piper and Josie.
I arrived at the Mansion and parked my car inside the garage. I noticed that a certain section of the garage had been turned into a kind of wrestling ring. But not like a full-sized wresting ring. And the ring itself was more like a square shaped wadding pool. It was well lit and I was confident I would get some really nice pics. I found the ladies in the living room near the fireplace getting changed into their wrestling or fighting gear. They gave me warm hugs and all was pleasant. Their hair was braided like women have in mixed martial arts. They had tight tops and boxer shorts with DICE clearly displayed. Although they looked very impressive in their fighting attire, they were clearly not fighters.
While we were chitchatting about how I was feeling and how I thought the last Daisy Duke photo shoot went, I told them I had recently gone on a date. Their reaction was somewhat odd as all three seemed to turn their heads towards me in unison. Aurora spoke first. You went on a date? Yes, I went on a date. So, before the shoot, the wrestling shoot, all three sat on the couch and made me tell them all about the date. It was like being interrogated. I told them how her name was Mary or Kathy or something. You don’t even know her name? I left out the part about her insulting the smell of melted soft serve vanilla ice cream in my car. I didn’t want to explain why I hadn’t cleaned my car. I did tell them how she was a vegan and how she kept talking and talking about veganism. They looked at each other and nodded and said that was not good. They said vegans were all psychos. Right! That’s how I felt. I said how I ate a medium rare steak and had blood dripping off my chin that I didn’t wipe off. And then I told them how I ordered chicken wings to go even though I wasn’t hungry. They thought that was hilarious and I really felt good sharing my story with them. They asked how the date ended. They were really interested in my story. So, I told them how, when I dropped her off, she kissed me. She kissed me a lot. They all leaned forward and Aurora asked what did you do? I said I kissed her back. Did you like it? Well, it wasn’t unpleasant. But she was a psycho. Did she stick her tongue in your mouth? It was a very wet kiss. She invited me in, but I said no. Did you put your hands on her? Did she put her hands on you? How did you feel? No. No. And I felt fine and left. Wow, such interest in a date. I told them how she wouldn’t leave me alone at work so I had to quit. They agreed that was the best thing to do. Stay away from psychos. And in the future, let them know about any dates ahead of time. They would be there for me. Friends have to look out for one another. Aurora stressed that I shouldn’t date anyone for sometime after the trauma I had just suffered. Her concern was well intended, but I didn’t really believe I had suffered any trauma. Right?
After all that, we headed out to the garage and I got down to my real job now. The “ring” had contained a lubricant and after the ladies, or my friends as they so recently informed me, entered the ring soon became well lubricated. They made a great display of feigned wrestling moves. Barring teeth in pretended pain. Grabbing each other. I became aware of the scent of vanilla. I asked “my friends” about it and Aurora said the lubricant tasted and smelled like vanilla ice cream. Would you like a taste? No, I am fine. I was just wondering. We got back to work. Hands were soon disappearing into boxer shorts. Tops were soon off. Tongues were soon out. Boxer shorts then came off. Lubrication was everywhere on their bodies and I kept taking my pics half worried that I would get splashed by lubrication. I then did some individual poses with my friends now completely naked. Piper and Josie were first and after they were done, they said they were going to get washed off. I finished with Aurora. She still scares me a bit. She seemed almost Greek like in her poses. She was still wearing sunglasses and her hair… her lubricated armpit hair and pubic hair glimmered in the bright lights. I could almost imagine we were not in a garage or I wasn’t behind a camera or she wasn’t the subject of work. She glowed.
She got out of the ring and said she would really need help cleaning up. By now, I knew what that meant. And yet, I was reluctant. I just feared blacking out again. She led me from the garage, dripping lubricant as she went through the house and up the stairs. And up the stairs I followed once again looking at her backside.
I was in my car. The car was running and I looked into the back seat and saw my camera bag. The lights from the wrestling ring were still on. I had no shirt, but that wasn’t really important at the time. It was still summer temperatures. Yes, I blacked out again and it was becoming more and more frustrating and scary. As I drove home, the smell of melted soft serve vanilla ice cream seemed stronger than ever. It was almost like it was clinging in the air and on me. I made it home. This time I didn’t go to my computer and look over the pics. I just felt so relaxed and calm that I just wanted to sleep. As scary as these episodes were, I seemed almost peacefully lethargic afterwards. Once again, I fell onto my bed, covered my face with Aurora’s white lacey panties with the faint yellow stain and drifted off to sleep.
The black fog entered my dreams. It was all around me. And even though I felt a presence, it was not malevolent. It was just remote and distant. I felt like I was dead. I could not see anything. I couldn’t see my hands. Just a black fog swirling around me. I felt alone… and yet, I wasn’t.
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