John took another puff, put it out, and then hid the remains inside his wallet to save for later. No, I want my head clear, to focus the camera, he thought. He took a hit, and offered the man the joint. John smelled it, then lit it with the proffered lighter. De Lau handed him a hand-rolled cigarette. De Lau returned, with a tripod and camera. De Lau film him in the nude, with others as needed. He was going to get one-hundred-and-fifty-dollars to let Mr. John sat down, quickly scanned the paper, and shrugged. The man gave him a clipboard, with the standard release form, and left.
On one side was a large set of curtains with various scenes painted upon them. He ushered the young man into a hall, helped him park his bike, and led him to a large well-lit room. But he needed the money, so John got off his cycle and rang the bell.Ī tall gentleman answered. And I’m the ‘Dean’, he thought sarcastically. De Lau Studios the sign at the front read. A fairly large house, but nothing special about it. Oops… Almost missed the street… Ah, 1227 Blackwater, he said to himself as he rode.
Between class fees, lab fees, and books, John hadn’t had a spare penny for two weeks, and that was also about the last time he’d gotten laid. Maybe he was going to be a star in one of those underground films, where a guy and a dog screw some gal at the same time. John.Īs he got on his bicycle, he still wondered about the question, “Are you allergic to or afraid of large animals?” It made him wonder. “Hello? Yes, I’m calling about the model… No, no problem with animals… Four pm? Sure… See you then.”Īnimals, he wondered? John went to his room, showered, changed, and left a note for his roommate: Might be late for beers, got a two hour job. A few hours posing for some ‘artist’ would help pay for his books. Sounds good to me, John thought, as he took the small card off the Job Board. Wanted: One male model to pose for pictures.