Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents) (33 page)

“You feel that you have something deeper for Arnold than just the skin, I mean.”

Jason asked her, “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t give a fuck about Arnold like that. I’m talking about
you.
This is just a
job
for me. And by now, this magazine is holding both of us back. You should be on your way to New York now, where the
real
modeling jobs are.
Both
of us. But you’re letting this man play you cheaply.”

Gabrielle thought about everything and broke away for a minute. She cleared her head. “Wait a minute. So you’re not gay?”

“
WHAT?
What the hell would give you that impression? I seem
gay
to you? Is that why you haven’t responded to me for this long?”

“Well, Arnold told me that you were gay.”

Jason couldn’t believe it. “Arnold’s full of
shit!
And you fucking
believed
that? Why, because I’m not strutting around like some kind of
alpha male
with my chest all out, ala King Kong? Why, because I choose to
respect
the women I
work with?
It’s my
job
to do that. I
have
to be professional when I shoot. But that doesn’t make me fucking
gay
. I have
respect
for my trade and
discipline
as a
man!
Something that
asshole ‘Arnie’
never had.

“But he fucking told you that I was
gay
?” he repeated. “No wonder you were so confused. You don’t know the difference between a straight and a gay man? Do I have any
gay
tendencies?”

“Well, he told me that
a lot
of men in the fashion industry are gay.”

“And did he tell you that I broke off with my girlfriend in New York, right before I moved out here to Detroit? We were engaged to be married before I found out that she had cheated on me. So I broke the whole thing off and left. Did he tell you anything about
that?
He
knows
about it.”

When Gabrielle failed to answer him, Jason shook his head at the whole fiasco. He shouted, “That MOTHERFUCKER! Fuck him! So this whole time he had you thinking that I was
gay.
That’s unbelievable. But now you see exactly how
devious
that man is to get what he wants.”

Gabrielle was speechless. She didn’t know which way was up. She felt like running off to hide her shame.

“So, what are you gonna do now?”

“What do you
expect
me to do? I’ma tell him about himself. And fuck his magazine job, too! He can shove it up his ass, since he likes the
gay
talk. But I take that back, as being insensitive to gays. Because they don’t appreciate
assholes
like him either.”

Gabrielle thought about it and panicked. “Well, I don’t want you to tell him that I told you that. I mean, let me figure out what to do. I can talk him into telling me the truth.”

“And then what?”

“And then he’ll be busted.”

Jason shook it off. “Naw, that’s not good enough. Something
extra
needs to happen to his ass. That man is just
foul.
”

Gabrielle panicked again. Arnold Whittingham Jr. was still her meal ticket. She knew nothing about modeling in New York. She was still an amateur.

“Well, you’re not gonna do anything to him, are you? I still have an event to go to with him tonight. So let me ask him about everything first. Okay? Let me handle it.
Please,
” the young model begged him. She didn’t know what else to do. She had to figure out how to hold things together between her photographer and her boss.

Jason calmed down again and agreed to it. He could see the dilemma Gabrielle was in. He needed more time to think about everything himself.

“All right. You go out with him again tonight, and you try and figure out why he told you that. But I
know
why he told you. He wanted to keep you away from me, and manipulate you at the same time. That’s just what old men try to do to young women. They’re
conniving!
”

Once Gabrielle left him alone with his thoughts at his studio, Jason figured there was no way possible for him to continue working for such an unscrupulous man.

“That’s
terrible
to do that to
both
of us. I hope Gabby is smart enough to leave him alone now.”

But if not, then I don’t know what else to tell her,
he mused. Then he heard a buzz at the studio’s front door. He walked over to answer it, hoping to see that Gabrielle had returned to him, but she had not.

Jason looked through the peephole and spotted Jazmine Whitingham, Arnold’s still fabulous wife of six years. She had a short, dynamic haircut that made her look all business, like the presidential class.

Uh-oh,
the photographer warned himself.
Get ready for more drama.

As soon as he opened his studio door to greet her, Jazmine demanded, “Where is he? He said he was working late to pick out photos for next month’s magazine issue.”

Jason smiled at the idea. He had had enough of covering for his boss. And it was the wrong damn night for it to happen.

“Ah, if you wanna believe that, I can probably tell you twenty other lies,” he commented, while grinning.

Mrs. Whittingham walked in wearing a short, rabbit fur coat before the break of spring. “Well, I’m not here for any more
lies;
I’m here to find out the
truth.
” She looked into his grinning face and added, “And what’s so damn funny? I’d really like to know.”

“I think everyone would like to know the truth from ‘Arnie,’ or as much as you can get from him,” Jason responded.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means exactly how it sounds. The man doesn’t
tell you
the truth. He’s been telling me about giving me a raise for
months
now.”

“So where is he right now?”

Jason shrugged. “He didn’t tell me.”

Jazmine looked him over and considered him. She had no idea about Arnold’s claim of Jason being gay. Mrs. Whittingham knew more of his
real
story. He was the consummate professional, and many of the models liked him for it.

“So, you have no idea when he’ll be coming back?” she asked him.

Jason smirked. “Coming back where? He’s never even
been
here today.”

“So, he’s out with
what’s-her-name?
”

Jason paused. “Who’s what’s-her-name?”

Jazmine eyed him as if he should
know
better. “You know damn well who I’m talking about.
Gabrielle Kasey,
” she confirmed. “I know his type. She’s been all over the magazine these past several months.”

So far, so good; Mrs. Whittingham was on point. Jason nodded to her.

“Have you asked him about her?”

“Of course I have. And he tells me the same damn thing: ‘Don’t be ridiculous, she’s only a model.’”

Jason looked her over and wondered if she had ever been a model herself years ago. She was still hot as a grown and married woman. Hell, she was only thirty-three, and Arnold’s
third
wife.

Rich men can buy all the finest women,
he presumed.

He nodded to her and smiled again. But Jazmine considered him seriously.

“So, he’s not coming back here then?” she repeated.

Jason paused, attempting to read where she was going with it.

“Ahh, you’re not planning on waiting around here for him, are you? As you know already, the man likes to keep late nights.”

“Good. Then maybe I should keep a late hour of my
own
for a change. What do you have to do tonight?” she asked.

Jason hesitated. He didn’t have anything particular on his plate.

He shook his head. “Nothing. Tonight is one of my few rest nights.”

Mrs. Whittingham began to take off her fur coat, revealing a physique that remained shapely in her off-white, cotton dress. The dress stopped at her sexy thighs.

Jason took it all in and thought,
Shit! The man’s been leaving her unattended at home.
It looked as if the boss liked his cake
and
his pudding.

“So are you safe?” she asked him.

“Safe?”

“Yeah, are you clean from sexually transmitted diseases? I don’t know what people have out here these days.”

Jason considered it a peculiar question. Why was she asking him that?

“Yeah, I’m safe. I would be more concerned about your
husband
in that department than me.”

She looked at his crotch. “Let me see it then.”

“Excuse me.”

“Let me see it. You said you’re safe from diseases, right?”

Jason chuckled at her extreme forwardness.

“You just want me to drop my pants, like that, to prove that I’m
clean.
”

“Well, if you are, then you should have no problem with it. You want me to show you
mine?
”

Jason was tempted to say yes, out of curiosity. Jazmine read his eyes, pulled her sheer stockings down with no panties, and kicked off her heels. Then she pulled up her dress to show him her goods.

Jason viewed her well-groomed pussy and tight abs and was stuck in his stance. Instead of looking away, he stared at it, dumbfounded. He eyed her private parts in amazement; he could feel himself getting excited.

“Okay, so let me see yours,” she challenged him.

Jason remained stunned. Then he snapped himself out of his daze. “Oh, ah…” He didn’t know what to say. It was either put up or shut up. So he pulled at his belt buckle and tugged his jeans and drawers down for his boss’s wife to view his hard dick.

“Well, look who’s excited,” she teased and giggled. “That’s a good-looking
dick,
too, without all the extra hair everywhere. I swear, I must’ve
choked
on a
ton
of hair from Arnold. But that looks like a
clean
suck on you. I’m really gonna enjoy this.”

Jason’s eyes stretched wide while he stood there in frozen apprehension.

Is she crazy or what?
he asked himself. But he had not bothered to pull his pants back up.

Jazmine took a seat on his sofa and called for him.

“Don’t just stand there looking stupid with a hard dick. Bring it on over here.”

The photographer shuffled forward in her direction, with his pants hanging down around his ankles. He felt ridiculous.

Now this is some wild shit right here,
he told himself. But he figured his boss
deserved
it. When Mrs. Whittingham secured his rock-hard dick in her right hand and kissed it with her soft lips, he had no intention of stopping whatever she planned to do with it unless it hurt him.

“Aw, yeah, this is perfect,” she told him. Her soft kisses on his penis became small sucks at the head.

“Oooh,” Jason squealed with his hands forward. He didn’t know what to do with them. Did he push her head further down on him? Did he grab her by the back of her cranium to anchor himself? All he knew was that it felt
great,
and he wanted
more
of it.

He inched forward and elevated on his toes to feel more of her soft lips gliding up and down on his penis. But she stopped his forward lean by pushing him backward.

She looked up into his pleading eyes and smiled. “I know what you want. And you’re gonna get it, too.
All
of it. Just be patient. Okay?”

Jason nodded like a child to his mother, and he couldn’t wait for the boss’s wife to continue sucking on his hard and throbbing dick.

Jazmine started up again slowly, and she pushed her mouth further down on him until Jason could feel an urgent volcano rising from the back of his toes.

“Mmm-hmm,” she mumbled as she sucked him. She knew exactly what she was doing and how much the young man was enjoying it.

Jason began to tighten up and grow tense as he felt the mounting explosion about to release itself.

Is she gonna stop or what?
he pondered, as he inched closer and closer to a climax. It felt much better than masturbation; that was for sure. He only wondered what she intended to do with his powerful skeet once it came.

Is she gonna catch it in her hands? Or is she gonna have me squirting all around the fucking room?

He figured they would make a mess of his studio. But there was no way in hell he was planning on stopping her to run to the bathroom for a towel. It was too late for that.

So he closed his eyes and allowed his cum to squirt free, without caring where it went. And to his sweet surprise, Jazmine tightened her lips around his pulsating penis and moaned, while he released himself into the security of her mouth.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she moaned as she steadied his release to her with both of her hands.

“Oooohhh,” Jason cried out in jubilee. She was actually swallowing his spurting cum.

SHE’S INCREDIBLE! SHE’S INCREDIBLE!
he marveled of her dick-sucking skills.

When the boss’s wife finally released her mouth from his satisfied explosion, she said, “I told you I know what you want. Didn’t I?”