For the Effect  (Marg & Darius)
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				Title: <strong>For the Effect  (Marg &amp; Darius)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darius</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 05:28:42</strong>
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				Quentin sat outside the studio waiting to be called in. He needed this gig to make rent this month. He could feel his body thrum from the stress of it. He was sitting for Kallista Krux, the bitch from hell as far as male models were concerned. They referred to her as KK,. Some of the guys just called her ‘that cunt’ and would never say anything more.<br><br>But there was one thing. Her photo’s got noticed. If you shot with her, you got a lot of work afterward. She was considered avante garde, rumored to drink the blood of her hottest models. Some few claimed to have fucked her. Quent had seen her before and with a body like that she was very fuckable, but a smart man would count the inches as the left her.<br><br>He had no business being this nervous. He’d been modeling for a year now, and had shot miles of film. He’d pumped up like normal this morning before the shoot, and could feel his muscles straining under his jeans and shirt. And for god’s sake, this was a non-nude shoot. At best he’d wind up in his boxer briefs.<br><br>But still, this was Kallista Krux, rumored to be the bitch from hell, he worried. The door opened and someone called him forward. Quentin stood and walked through the door into the studio.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 06:49:51</strong>
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				"Who is on my fucking schedule for today?," Kallista Krux asked her assistant before she glanced threw the photographs of last week's model. The model before tried to complain and try to get her pay for his lunch because he had to stay an hour later for the shoot. Number one, the model came two hours late to the shoot and she had to ream him a new asshole with her words along with his agent promising to pay for the two extra hours before she let him back on stage. Number two, this idiot was a model barely starting out in the industry. Number three, he tried to get her to pay only because he wasted the allowance his agency gave to him on partying the night before. How did she know he had been drinking and slumming with women? It showed in his pictures. The man looked bloated, tired and rung out as if he rushed from the latest one night stand to try and get away before the female's boyfriend came home from the night shift.<br><br>Oh she let him have it on the way he looked and presented himself to the public and through her images. She left no stone unturned when it came to her comments because it was her comments which helped to get her point across to the models and get a better outlook on herself. Yes, she made a few female models cry and yes she even made a couple of male models curse her out and call her the 'bitch from hell' and 'that cunt' but once their photos went out into the world, those models shut their traps around her. For the past five years she worked her way from the bottom of the photograph business starting with bitch girl. As a bitch girl she made sure everyone had their coffee, calls were made, people were booked, drunk ones were ferried to their homes safely. As the years wore on, she worked even harder to have her pictures recognized and taken seriously in the fashion modeling industry.<br><br>Now in her own business with an assistant who managed to handle her emotional moodswings life was going great. She had her way on photo shoots and while she was given those infamous nicknames, no one could denounce her work. Her work booked clients by the fact most of the models she shot for used her pictures to be hired for ads, commercials and even a few television and film roles. Kallista never asked how a picture of hers could get a model signed up for a television pilot but considering this was Hollywood, it was likely the model had to do something extra to receive the bit part. "A Quentin, he has been outside waiting, bring him in?," Mallory asked as she played with the lip ring with her fingers. At first, Kallista never knew a little emo/punk rocker singer in a underground band could easily handle working for her but considering Mallory managed to handle hecklers when her band played at the seedy bars, the female could handle herself.<br><br>A nod from her head confirmed she was ready to take the Quentin model. From what she heard, the male modeled for a good year now. Who knew, he might keep his comments to himself and maybe get an extra film out of her if he did not bring up her nicknames. God, how she hated the nicknames but knowing in this business that the harder someone was, the better respect one was given overall. Act like a little sissy and her career could easily fly out the fucking window. She did not look up from her work station but merely pointed to a set up in the corner. For this shoot, she wanted to go with an intense setting. The background was dark grey with red silk sheets on a rented bed she kept when she went into boudoir pictures. "Remove your shirt and jeans but wrap your shirt around your neck," she stated as she removed the cap on her high lense camera and finally glanced up. Oh my, he looked like a rugged construction worker. Even better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For the Effect  (Marg &amp; Darius)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darius</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 01:01:52</strong>
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				Quentin followed the girl into the studio. He’d smiled his best smile at her when she called him. He let his eyes rove over her from behind. She had swagger; Quentin liked swagger in women. It usually spoke of confidence, something that was one of the three things that made a woman interesting.<br><br>"Remove your shirt and jeans but wrap your shirt around your neck," The photographer stood with her back to him and spoke demandingly. It was probably best not to talk unless she asked him specific questions. This was a big opportunity for him, and he didn’t want to let his mouth ruin it for him. He took his time unbuttoning the shirt, making the process a show for the women. His muscles popped and stood out from his morning workout, he could feel his left pec and deltoid quivering as the shirt left his shoulders. With the jeans he’d chosen, he only had to undo the top button and tug and the others would follow suit. He held the right leg still with his left toe and stepped out of them, then repeated the process for the other leg. It was never graceful to get out of them, but, it was better than hopping around from foot to foot to accomplish it. <br><br>Quentin walked over to the set and could feel the legs of his black boxer briefs clinging to him like a second skin. He stood there with the powder blue dress shirt wrapped around his shoulders and felt like an idiot. He twisted his body slightly to make the muscles more defined. “How would you like it?” he asked without thinking?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 03:22:21</strong>
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				"I would like it dirty and shaken but since you are not my bartender and I am not here asking for a bloody vodka then how I would like for you to pose is against the wall at the moment," she stated as she took a few test shots around him. She wanted to get the setting and the texture correct. To some other mediocre photographer, one could easily start taking pictures and moving around but it would only get cheap shots and forgetable concepts. That is not what Kallista was about. It was more than just taking pictures of orgasm-inducing men every other day or even having to put up with bitchy but pretty-looking female models but it was about the point of her pictures getting across to the viewers. Her photos needed to reach out and grab someone by the heart or even by the balls and get their mind running with her image and pass it onto the next person to view.<br><br>Right now, she hoped to get something out of this Quentin fellow. Instead, he was just trying to flex his muscles and try his best at being a model. From what she heard, he was an up and comer who as far as she knew could need a couple more shots in his portfolio to give him the extra edge. "No, no, no," she answered, shaking her head as she stopped taking test shots and looked him over. Something was off about this one and somehow making him wear his shirt around his neck was not cutting it. No, he had to give something more than what people already expected of him. For this, he had to go out of what his other modeling shoots wanted from him. With her, if she had to, Kallista was going to rip him a new one in order to get a better photograph for this shoot. Even if he started calling her by her infamous names or even added a new one to the growing list of horrible names, this was her studio and he could hit the road if he was too arrogant to see her vision.<br><br>"Remove your boxers and put the shirt instead between your legs. Come on, I do not have all fucking day," she answerd, tapping her Mary Jane pump as she waited for him to undress. God, why make pretty men if all of them were going to act the same. Already she waited for him to complain and bitch at her for her mistreatment in the first few seconds. As always, she would ignore his comments and throw a few of her own right back to keep him in line. "Come on..."
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				Post by: <strong>Darius</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 06:13:12</strong>
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				Quentin decided that whoever gave her those names was probably right. He’d worked with difficult photographers before, but this one seemed to just want to snap orders without telling him what she wanted. His contract for this one was supposed to be non-nude, but he figured what the fuck, he could always sue later if they used photographs of him naked out of contract. He slid the boxer briefs off and pulled the shirt from around his neck.&nbsp; He leaned against the wall and held it there, with only his hand cupping the shirt over his cock and balls. He lowered his head at first, allowing his shoulder length hair to fall forward to hide his eyes. Quentin turned his head slowly till he look up at her with half hidden eyes, thinking how it might be fun to change positions a little and give her some orders. She had the kind of body he enjoyed, she even had the attitude he like fucking out of women over a nice long weekend. He felt himself stirring under his hand and dismissed those thoughts. He already had a couple of gay admirers that would probably turn stalker if they ever actually saw his cock. “What emotion are you trying to capture?” He asked, thinking that if he could give this bitch what she wanted this would come to a close early and he’d not be subjected to her barking for too long.<br><br>He let his eyes take in the two of them. An unlikely pairing and wondered if they were lovers. A number of the photographers he’d worked with this last year were gay, so it would not surprise him. He’d discovered in that short year how very different this world was than the one he’d worked in before. Construction was honest work, you made things, when you walked away from a day’s work; a new thing existed. In this artsy world they looked at things differently. Granted some of the things they did were pretty, but they were not like a new building, or the perfection of newly poured and smoothed concrete. But then again, he could earn more in one shoot with these people than a month of back breaking labor doing construction. Quentin knew this was a short lived thing for him, perhaps a few years work, then he’d go back to being an honest man.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 03:03:42</strong>
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				Somehow she had a feeling he was starting to agree with the former models who worked with her on the way she acted in photo shoots. There was something in this body language which gave her everything she needed to know about this male. He had the kind of fuck you attitude she usually enjoyed in her bed partners but never in those she shot for on days like these. Already she had to deal with kicking her ex-lover to the road once she found out he was cheating on her with another female model. It was her fault of course for fucking with models because she knew what she was getting herself into with these type of people. Looking good and fucking hard was their goal and for Quentin, she relegated him to the same standards. Such a shame though since he looked good enough to pleasure her for a few hours before kicking him out of her room and telling him to find his own way home.<br><br>Oh, Mallory was into females while Kallista herself was into both fair sexes. The only reason she had not kept to one side or the other depended on what each sex brought to the table and what made her run away as fast as she could in her heels. Men had of course the cock between their legs and the hard muscles. However, men tended to think with their dicks in most situations and could easily lose themselves in their own need to chug back beers and fuck as many women as possible. The men Kallista came around fit the bill even the few male models she fucked before kicking them out of bed. Now, with women, it was a whole other story. Women were beautiful creatures, soft and smelled better than the men she took to bed. She could chat with women about of course female things and never have to worry about someone leaving the toilet seat up. Nevertheless, women were most of the time bitches and tended to be emotional as fuck any other day. With this male, she could see he could be one of those fuck me now or forever be called a dyke kind of men.<br><br>"With you, I bet you want to capture hotness in a bottle. For me, I want there to be the type of man who has been used and abused that even he is ashamed to remove his clothes in private," she commented as she cocked her head to take a better look at him. He did pose, well, she had to give him that but there needed to be another thing thrown into the mix. Yes, the whole turning of the head and half hidden eyes worked but to her it could have been him trying to look coy. A man with his physique was not trying to work coy but demanded attention and full possession of whoever was in the room with him. Another idea popped into her head, thankful the floor was not wood but linoleum which made her idea worked even better. Snapping her fingers, she called for Mallory to bring her a bowl of water, cold water in fact. What she wanted was to drunk the water all over Quentin and make sure it looked as if he was thrown out into the street with just his shirt on through her pictures. Yes, it would work.
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				Post by: <strong>Darius</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 08:06:40</strong>
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				Quentin pondered, used and abused? Finally he fixed on a memory the day his friend Jake died on the site when a scaffold collapsed. He leaned against the wall and let that memory play through him while he looked out the window. It was his most private moment, the one that made him feel lost. Women came and went, but he’d never had a friend like him, and probably never would again. It didn’t matter that this photographer was a nut who seemed to think he could psychically perform for her. <br><br>She looked the type: attractive, and new she was, probably went through men like tissue. Her eyes told it all, cold and calculating, and probably a borderline sociopath. But everyone said she was a brilliant shooter. So far he was unimpressed. Even as she called for cold water, she gave no clue as how she wanted him. Quentin left the memory of his friend in the past, and dropped the shirt while they waited on the water. “Are you planning on telling me how you want me to pose, or are you assuming I’m psychic?” Talented or no, she was still one of those artistic types who seemed to have an overly developed sense of their own importance. He was going to have a word with his agent after this, and she was not going to be pleased with what he had to say<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 20:31:07</strong>
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				"Yes, give me more," she shouted as she moved about the room. Whatever he was thinking, it was working well through the photographs. Each shot she took as he leaned against the wall worked for her. The man was giving her what she asked for and even doubled it in his physical appearance. There was always a disconnection between a model's body and their mind. A model's body may say one thing while their eyes, the window to their soul said something completely different. Yes, a model could be handsome and incredible in the camera's lens but if all she received in the facial expression was dead eyes and a flat face the picture did not catch a viewing audience by the throat. Instead, the audience might ogle a bit but never get the greater meaning of the picture. With Quentin, he was giving his all to her.&nbsp; <br><br>His thought process showed through each picture and Kallista watched as Mallory came around with the bowl of water to dump over Darius's head. Add the water to the scenery and it would give her what she wanted for this photo shoot. The color scheme worked but her mind warred with whether to keep the shots colored or in black and white. Black and white shots were usually saved for her other work assignments not involving models. While she enjoyed her fashion photography, she wanted to do more than take pictures of pretty models. Instead, she wanted to portray more in the other shots of monuments, individuals, events which to others could be ordinary but to a bigger crowd meant more than the day to day lull. The way Quentin showed himself to her at this moment deserved a few black and white shots. <br><br>"I think my eyes are burning, " Mallory called out as she turned her head away to keep her eyes from taking in Quentin's naked form now that he had removed the shirt from his crotch. Kallista was too caught up in changing the settings on her camera to have realized the man was bearing everything to the two women. When she thought he had something to give to her, he had to go and show off his cock and balls. Clicking her tongue, she picked up her camera once more and instructed Quentin to not flash anyone unless it was asked for in this photo shoot. "You may be in your birthday suit but I never posted to take a full nude shot of you. Put the shirt back on your fucking crotch, turn your head away and let Mallory pour the water on you," she called out as she let Mallory get close enough to make the motion of throwing the bowl of water onto Quentin. Maybe that would cool him down and possibly help her own heart rate at having seen just what Quentin was packing. She may be a bitch but she could admire when a man was full in his britches. 
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				Post by: <strong>Darius</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 01:45:34</strong>
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				Quentin laughed in his rich deep voice. He shook his shirt out and cupped it over himself again wondering if maybe both of them were dykey. After all to have a reaction that strong. He slitted his eyes and turned his head again. She seemed to like his look when he was thinking about Jake. He let his mind go back to that day, the screeching of the metal as the scaffolding fell, how his hands ached from the cuts as he pulled through the metal to find him, how the blood had flowed from his friend once he had. Quentin was there with his friend as he died. Buried to the waist in the twisted metal, holding his hand, telling him that things were going to be all right even when he knew they weren’t. He thought of the look in his friend’s eyes as he heard the lie and accepted it before closing them forever.<br><br>The cold water hit Quentin and he didn’t flinch. He thought of Jake and let the tears flow for a moment giving in to it, hiding them in the water that now ran down from his head over his face. His friend Jake had been real person, not like these shallow artsy types. Someone who worked and bled and fought and lived every day of his life. Quentin looked up at the haughty photographer, seeing her for what she was, what all of them were, and he felt pity for her.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 03:11:23</strong>
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				Oh he thought this was funny? Mallory looked as if she was scarred for life for having to see a man naked who was not a woman and not about to take a strap on to her. She managed to catch Mallory at one point making out with her girlfriend in the film development room in the back of the shop a few momths ago. After that, she made sure Mallory put some sort of sign on the film door to let Kallista know next time when it was occupied. While she was fine if her employee was showing her breasts to her latest lover, she was not fine with having to see Quentin's man cunt. Yes, she called it man cunt because women just as well thought with their cunts as men thought with their cocks. At least, Quentin was using his brains to put the shirt over himself once more and pose for her. It took only a few adjustments and he was giving her exactly what she wanted through the camera lens. Everything in the moment now was giving her something to work with then the few moment he came in with his cocky factor and the air of arrogance around him. He was giving her passion, depression and most of all a great performance.<br><br>When he turned his face to her and gave her a look in his eyes as if she was being burned, she shot the facial expression. Yes, he was giving her a look she would have smacked right out of his face. A few people threw those same looks her way when she started to build her business with her own money. People thought she would fail and run back to her old post as an photographer's assistant once she managed to get from bitch girl to assistant. No, she enjoyed being an assistant but what she wanted the most was to photograph and make her own way in the world. Kallista did not want to cater to anyone but herself. "Yes, that is the shot, we are done now," Kallista announced three minutes later as she took a few more shots. Best to get him the fuck out of here and send over a few copies for his agent and him to choose for his portfolio.
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				Post by: <strong>Darius</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 00:59:56</strong>
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				"Yes, that is the shot, we are done now," The photographer said. Quentin could feel her eyes slither over his skin, only seeing him as an object and not a person. Fucking typical he thought. He draped the wet shirt over his shoulder and walked to his bag.<br><br>He pulled out sweatpants and stepped into them mumbling something about crazy ass women and pulled on a t-shirt.&nbsp; He stepped into his shoes and tucked the clothes he’d arrived in into the bag and threw it over his shoulder. He walked over to the photographer and asked, “When can we expect to see the galleys?” <br><br>Quentin could tell the woman didn’t like him much, and didn’t really care. He could tell by the look of her that she liked being in charge, or at least thinking she was in charge. In the end though, she was probably like every other woman he’d known: playing tough, but soft as butter inside.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 07:02:56</strong>
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				"God, he is going to be doing that?," Mallory asked as she placed a hand once more over her eyes to cover up the fact Quentin removed the shirt from his crotch. Kallista glanced over her shoulder as she went off to insert the SIM card into her desktop computer to get a look at the photographs. The man could not keep himself from showing off his body could he? Typical model to think everyone did not mind their nakedness even if the photograph asked for a bit of nudity. She informed Mallory to clean up the mess while she dealt with Quentin by herself. Best to give Mallory's eyes a rest from having to see something she was not fond of but amused her nonetheless how bothered and outraged her assistant was to see a male's ass. Could she not pretend it was a female who was flashing her backside to her? Either way, Kallista let the thoughts slide as she turned on her desktop and waited for it to boot up for her.<br><br>"You will hope to get them in a few weeks time, I need to go over them and see if there is any touch up's to be done, photoshopping and such. You agent informed me you might need to lose a bit of weight and I let him know that I will edit out the extra weight around your hips," she explained, knowing most models hated to be called fat and wondering if this jackass would take offense to her words. His agent let her know that he needed to look more lean around the hips because it looked as if he had love handles in a few of the shots. She guessed the male merely had his hips proportioned like that but it could be faked to give him a slimmer hips. In her opinion, Quentin looked like a real male but now in the business the male models were supposed to look like famished and anorexic looking shemales. Really, the fashio industry worked too much on a man's hips and not on what he could bring to the table with his other attributes.<br><br>Turning towards Quentin, she crossed her arms over her chest, just readying herself for his bitchy and catty remarks. Even from the photograph, there was another layer she felt from him. The man obviously did not enjoy her presence anymore than she enjoyed an asshole's aura around her. Kallista and assholes never meshed well and while Quentin looked good enough to fuck, he might have the 'roid rage she heard a few men had to look buffer in exercise magazine shoots. There were no needle mark tracks on his inner arms or on his ass but after seeing the ways models shot up before or after shoots, it was likely male models took their drugs between her fingers or toes. Such a shame if this idiot was into shooting up to look more muscular.
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				Post by: <strong>Darius</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 07:27:48</strong>
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				Quentin shrugged his shoulders at her comment about having to photoshop him in her pictures. He had indulged in more than a few beers lately with his construction buddies. He enjoyed their camaraderie. With them, he felt like he belonged, unlike with the people he worked with not. In many ways, he almost wished she were right and that his photo’s would be unusable, it would give him a reason to abandon all the money they threw at him to stand around looking good while bitchy photographers barked orders at him.<br><br>He pulled his wallet from his bag and pulled out a card. “I’m sure you’ll do whatever is needed Miss Crux.” Quentin offered up a genuine smile now that the session was over. He offered her his card. “If I can ask a favor, would you mind dropping me an email when you send your photos over to my agent. She’s been a little lax in keeping my informed about things, and this way I can contact her when you’re finished.”<br><br>Out of the corner of his eye he could see her assistant still looking at him like he was some demon for merely dropping his shirt. The mischievous part of him wanted to jump in her direction and yell “BOO” just to see if she’d piss herself.<br><br>He left the card in her hand and offered, “Thank you for fitting me in, word is you’re really good. I’m looking forward to seeing your work.”<br><br>Quentin tossed the bag over his shoulder and headed for the door and began whistling a tune he’d heard at the bar often. It was an old song, Sinatra, the way music was supposed to sound. He hit the door as he hit the refrain to ‘Strangers in the Night.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 07:54:26</strong>
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				Just looking at the photographs, he was going to need a few hours to be touched up on the computer. Now to look at his form in person, the agent might push him to lose a good five to ten pounds. Quentin may have a body most woman would want but in the industry, he had to be just as thin as the anorexic/bulimic female models. Really a shame because she would jump his ass and ride him like a fucking stallion. If only, he kept his opinions to himself he might have a chance in her bedroom and between her legs. Hell, an idea hatched in her head as she turned around to place her camera on the table and stretch her limbs. She may not be a model but she had to keep herself flexible to move around as she took pictures. No photographer could work without at least being able to strike a yoga pose while shooting a model from different angles. Kallista could now do a lazy dog pose and even bend her back backwards a bit more than she had in the beginning.<br><br>Now she wondered in Quentin was able to keep up in the bedroom with his muscles. Muscles on a man was nice but if he got clumsy in the bedroom than it ruined the whole god damn fantasy. "I will but I won't be surprised if she tells you that a reshoot might be in order, usually agents like to have double the shots but on different days in case Quentin's agent used the shots to get herself off, best to make more. Even now, she imagined Quentin on her bed, legs spread out and a glint in his eyes as she took a few private shots for her own personal collection. A few ex-lovers were always up to getting naked for her camera but would Quentin be open to that if and when she ever took him to bed? Well, best to find out by at least asking him out and scaring the crap out of him by putting on some charm. What? She could put on a fucking charm and flirt with a few of the best females though all she had to do was be blunt about her need for someone and off the two would get back to her place. Let us see if Quentin was the same.<br><br>"Quentin, we can talk more about your shoot at the local pub," she called out, not about to let Mallory give her a glare for wanting to bring Quentin the same male who flashed his ass and groin to her assistant to her bedroom later. What she did on her own time was her own business. She did not fire Mallory when she was caught in the film room with her girlfriend. Mallory merely needed to shut her trap and get to work on photoshopping and closing down the place for the night. The good thing about this building was the fact her studio was on the second to last floor while she lived on the top floor above her business. Made things simpler for her to work near her home and not have to deal with morning and afternoon traffic. No one wanted to see Kallista behind the wheel of her Mini Cooper as she honked the horn and started to shout obscenities at people just for the fun of it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Darius</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 05:28:45</strong>
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				Quentin heard the voice behind him as he walked to the door and felt the muscles in his jaw and neck clench. "Quentin, we can talk more about your shoot at the local pub." Truth be told, he did not know what to think of her. She was cute, and probably worth a tumble. But he’d far prefer to wait until the pictures came out. All he needed was for her to get her feelings hurt and fuck them up on purpose.<br><br>He’d heard too much about Kalista Krux to not think that she’d be a vindictive bitch if she didn’t get her way. More than a few of the men who’d posed with her got a really bad look in their eyes when they discussed her. As if there was something disturbing about her that they didn’t want to remember.<br><br>Quentin was not sure he wanted to join that particular club. But a successful shoot with her would be a sure fire hook to get him more work. If that happened he could retire from this world all the sooner. That thought alone was enough to decide it for him. He could share a drink with her and at least hear what she had to say. At worst, he’d offend her. He was making enough as is without her shots. His agent would be pissed, but right now she was not on the top of his list of favorite people anyhow.<br><br>Quentin turned to face her with his most winning smile pasted on his face. “That sounds fine, O’Malley’s is just around the corner.”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For the Effect  (Marg &amp; Darius)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 02:37:51</strong>
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				Quentin was right in her being a bitch but not as vindictive as most people made her out to be in their worlds. She was not going to screw up a photo shoot because then it looked bad on her reputation as a photographer and on her business itself. If she was not handing in the photos to people who paid a lot of money and yes it was a lot of money for her shoots, some amateur with a camera and a bit of photography classes under his belt might get in on her area. In this part of town, she was the only viable photographer and any rumor of her going slow or losing business the half ass artists came around to pick up the clients which fell through the cracks.<br><br>Though from what she heard, it was her bedroom tactics which got around to others. She liked to be on top, so what? Most of the men tried to get her to beg like a bitch and one tried to get her to wear a dog collar while he called her Lassie and cum over her face. It did not happen, she threw the collar right in his face told him to fuck off and get the hell out of her bedroom before she brought out the shot gun. The model thought she was joking until Kallista really did bring out a shot gun and fired a round into the adjacent wall. It was hell to have the plumbing fixed but now all of the models were warned of the sawed off shot gun she kept around for safety purposes.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course, most of the time she never had to worry about someone breaking in from the bottom and working their way upwards to her place. If she heard anything going on, one phone call and the cops were station a block away. No burglar wanted to get carted off to jail a block away. It would not go over well to find out he tried to break into a hour a block from the damn police station. Worked for her but not for potential criminals which left her able to do much of her work late at night without fearing anyone. Now she had to wonder whether this one was going to try to believe the hype the other models put up or give her a chance to go over his pictures in piece. That and she needed a good screw to give her the energy needed to work on his touch up's.<br><br>That smile was the fakest one she ever saw on him. Screw it, she did not need to throw herself or make his ass want her if he came with a smile only a clown could pull off. "It is fine, I can drink here but I will get you those pictures of yours sent out as soon as I finish the work in the next few days," she replied, shaking off his invitation and going back to her work station. Models were not the be all and end all of her universe. She could call up one of her ex-lovers and have him come over to shag her for a bit before going to work on the pictures. "Have a good night." Kallista waved him off and let him go. Such a shame but he was too much of a bitch to really trust his own instincts. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For the Effect  (Marg &amp; Darius)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darius</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 07:35:32</strong>
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				Quentin did his best to contain the disbelief at her actions. She reminded him of his little sister, a petulant child who could not make up her mind.<br><br>“Whatever you say.” He said turning to head for the door. “I’ll still be at O’Malleys for a while if you change your mind.”<br><br>Once he hit the hallway he pulled his cell out and hit the speed dial for his agent. It took several rings, but finally her receptionist picked it up. “Where is she Holly?” he demanded.<br><br>“Hello Quentin.” The receptionist was a girl about his age, blonde, curvey, and he knew she had a crush on him.<br><br>“She set me up with this crazy cunt of a photographer. You wouldn’t believe it Holly. The woman is fucking crazy.”<br><br>“Yeah, but she does good work.”<br><br>“Its not worth it… tell her to call me… tonight.”<br><br>He hit the bottom of the stairs and stormed down the street to the bar. “Boilermaker” was all he said to the bartender, setting down some bills to pay for it. He set his phone on the bar and stared at it, as if he could force it to ring through sheer will alone.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For the Effect  (Marg &amp; Darius)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 02:17:14</strong>
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				If she changed her mind? She was not about to change her mind on someone who obviously looked at her in disregard. Kallista did not have to beg or plead a man to sleep with her. Most of the models usually spread themselves and let her have at it if she wanted to take them up on their offer. In this industry, even sex was used as a commodity to get extra pictures, more camera time, cheaper cost on the shoot. Many a times she was flirted and hit on by the men to give them some slack but she usually fucked those who were willing and able.<br><br>"You should go to the bar," her assistant said aloud as she watched Quentin leave the place before she opened her mouth. Just like her to open her mouth when it was not needed. Right now, Kallista did not want to deal with a nosy assistant. She let it slip by on the girlfriends being snuck into the photography room to be fucked and thrown out but she was not open to opinions. Besides, who was she to tell her what to do? Kallista paid her bills and expected her damn respect.<br><br>Sighing, she shook her head at her assistant. "Shut up and get to work. We have to work on making those pictures look like a million bucks." Even then she ignored her assistants glare and even the roll of her own eyes at her back. Say what she wanted but Kallista was not about to go to the bar. Nope, not at all. The bastard made it clear how much he enjoyed her company. No, best to put it behind and go on with her life. Kallista did not need the extra drama in her life. Right now, she was getting her business to the top of every agency who needed a professional photographer. <br><br>There was no room for mistake. To get involved with an asshole like Quentin was just asking for deep trouble. Such a shame a male like him was an uptight asshole of a model. 
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