Chapter 8
Mia looked remarkably bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for someone who had been bonking all afternoon. If I were her, I’d be curled up in bed with a good book, rather than demanding a meeting.
But it was actually good that we were debriefing now.
Typically, Mia brainstormed during the night—this involved typing sordid notes on her phone under the duvet when Daniel was asleep.
Her hasty, bleary-eyed tapping and autocorrect usage made them a bitch to decipher the next day when she sent them through to me—but I did my best.
‘So here’s my concept for Mitch,’ said Mia, leaning back in her dining room chair. Behind her, I could see the fuzzy outline of Daniel in the lounge, headphones dutifully on. ‘Are you ready to write this down as I’m thinking off the cuff here, and I probably won’t remember what I’ve said tomorrow.’
I lifted my pad and pen off the coffee table and into view to show I was prepared for her vision.
‘Good.’ Mia played with her silver bird necklace, gazing off into the distance. ‘I’d like to give Mitch an intelligent persona. Now we’re losing our professor; we need something to replace him. I was thinking “Scientist” like maybe a hot nerd...’
‘Mm-hmm,’ I said, scribbling away. Scientist = hot nerd??
‘But I don’t really get a nerdy vibe from him. So what about’—she paused for effect—‘“Mitch the Architect: dedicated to building your perfect climax”.’
My pen paused, and my lips twitched. ‘Genius,’ I said.
‘When Kit leaves, we’ll redecorate his suite into an architect’s office,’ Mia continued blithely.
‘It should be pretty easy. The bookcase can stay; we’ll just swap out the psychology titles for some architectural ones.
I’ll also order a drafting table and some fake house plans, plus a swivel stool, a quirky standing lamp and a sturdier king-sized bed.
Maybe also some fake plants and some cool-looking art on the wall to give it a bit of colour… ’
I wrote her ideas as bullet points, trying not to think about why the bed needed to be so sturdy.
‘For the website photo, I’m thinking Mitch in a suit with a shirt and tie; what he wore today is fine.
For the position: perched on the stool by the desk; legs spread, smiling, casual, relaxed.
Holding a protractor or maybe a pair of open dividers…
’ She mused on that. ‘Yes, definitely the open dividers, it’s more sexual. ’
I wrote: M in suit on stool. Manspreading. Dividers = sexy.
‘Then for the teaser photo when a client books an appointment, I want Mitch looking lustfully at the camera, wearing only the tie, with his fully erect cock on show.’ Mia grinned lasciviously.
Dammit. She’d clearly come to the same conclusion as me—Mitch looked equally gorgeous in and out of a suit.
‘You don’t think that’s a bit much?’ I said quickly, my numb lips making a miraculous recovery.
The only guy I’d shot fully in the nude so far was Lyle the Fireman because Mia wanted to show he could deliver the whole package.
I’d felt so awkward during that shoot, but Lyle had been really sweet and made a lot of jokes, which had helped.
And the photos I’d taken were scorching hot, I had to admit.
Sometimes I even flicked through my phone looking at them when I used my vibrator…
But I didn’t want to have that kind of photoshoot with Mitch—who knew what would happen! Well, I knew what I wanted to happen, but it couldn’t. It mustn’t!
Mia tilted her head, considering my comment. ‘Too much? You mean we should leave something to the imagination…?’
I nodded vehemently. ‘Exactly! What about his shirt unbuttoned, trousers undone and cock out? Like I did with Kit. Tasteful. Intriguing.’
Mia nibbled her lip, eyes glazing as she pictured the scene in her head. I was picturing it clearly myself, and even that image of Mitch was making me salivate. But at least it was easier to deal with. Cock out. Take photo. Cock in. Zip up. Done. Leave.
‘Hmm, I get what you’re saying. But I still like my idea better,’ said Mia.
‘Mitch can definitely deliver. He’s got the voice, the looks, the body, plus he’s a great fuck.
I want clients raving to their friends about the hot new stud at Suite Noir, and for them to get jealous and book him too.
So yes, we’ll go with Mitch wearing just his tie, please. ’
‘Okay,’ I said faintly. I wrote M tie only – FUCK FUCK FUCK! on my notepad.
‘Also, you saw how Mitch is a grower, not a shower, so please help him out if he needs it.’
My panic ratcheted up another notch.
‘Oh no…’
‘Yes, please, Prim. It’s no biggie for you, and he needs a biggie for the photo.’ Mia giggled at her own joke, but my heart gave a solid thump-thump-thump against my ribcage.
Sometimes, for the teaser photos, I helped the guys out by stroking a vibrator on them so they became aroused and displayed their cocks to the best advantage.
Mia didn’t mind because it was a practical endeavour and purely for marketing purposes.
And she trusted me, she’d said, because I was asexual.
That I was the perfect person for this kind of task because I wasn’t interested and wouldn’t hook up with any of the guys and distract them.
That was true for the most part. I hadn’t hooked up with anyone at the photoshoots.
Though Richie, ever horny, had begged me to keep working on him with the vibrator after I’d taken the photos.
I’d obliged, and he’d enjoyed it, but he hadn’t returned the favour or anything.
No, not then. That came later at his video shoot …
But now, I had to potentially stroke a vibrator over Mitch’s cock as he manspread naked and watched me with an amused look on his face while his nine-inch dick grew like an inflatable snake in front of my eyes.
My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
I took a sip of water to loosen it and wrote shakily: Use vibrator on M if he wants me to. OMFG!!!
I couldn’t think straight.
Luckily, Mia ran out of ideas then and decided to wrap up the meeting. She glanced back over her shoulder at Daniel. ‘I might go and have sex now,’ she whispered to the screen. ‘All that visualising of Mitch’s cock has made me horny.’
She winked at me, said goodnight, and ended the meeting.
I closed my notepad. I’d type up my notes into a semblance of a marketing plan and send it to her tomorrow.
Then I’d have to get in touch with Mitch and let him know about the concept and photoshoot.
I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes and breathed deeply.
I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to resist Mitch if he suggested hooking up.
But the shoot wouldn’t be for at least two weeks. Hopefully, he would have forgotten all about his proposition by then.