Chapter six Trey
Chapter six
Trey
Having dinner with Gareth did nothing to quiet my mind.
Now I'm wondering about actually providing him a service.
He seemed so genuine and authentic at dinner.
And it sounds like he's been through a lot the last couple of years.
His divorce was relatively easy, considering he wanted to take care of his ex-wife and kids, which meant leaving the house to them while he moved into a small two-bedroom walk-up apartment.
Surely, if he were still the same selfish, insecure asshole from high school, he wouldn't have done that.
I try to pull my focus back onto my current boudoir client.
She's an older, curvy woman who is gorgeous and confident in her own skin.
Some clients come in nervous and insecure with their bodies, but Sandra requires no encouragement.
I direct her into a few positions, letting her confidence and the lighting do most of the heavy lifting.
Which is good. Because I'm distracted as hell.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to take Gareth on as a client, but I'm not naive. I won't go into this thinking everything will be fine. I'll have to make sure I maintain control of the scene. I won't give him the opportunity to harass me again. No matter how much he pays.
It's ironic that the man who used to bully me for being gay is now paying me for that very same experience.
"Now kneel on the bed for me," I say, directing Sandra. She naturally takes a sexy pose with her knees spread wide, hands on the mattress, and tits squeezed between her biceps. "Perfect."
I move around the room, getting the pose from different angles.
While I'll be guarded, I need to think of him as just another client.
What would I need to do with him to help him explore his sexuality?
I wonder if he would be up for a photoshoot, too.
He's not as large as me, but is still very attractive.
His lithe football player's body has a healthy coating of fat on it now, filling him out in what Eve would call a "dad-bod".
It might help him learn to be confident in his skin.
A part of me is excited to help him discover parts of himself he's previously buried.
Is he a top or bottom, or switch? Has he played at all?
Is he still in the closet? Being out as a gay man isn't as scary as it was a few decades ago, but does he know that?
Most people don't bat an eye at a gay couple out in public.
I tend to turn heads because of my height, but I don't mind.
I don't know why, but I've always been confident in knowing who I am.
My strengths, my weaknesses, my flaws, and what makes me....
me. I can't imagine what it would feel like not to know something so basic about yourself, like your sexuality.
He obviously can have sex with women, if his children are any indication. But what kind of mind games did he have to play on himself to get there? Or is he bi more than gay?
Why do I care to know so much!?
He's a client. That's it. One that I'll help because he'll pay me to help.
I wrap up with Sandra and promise to send her the edited shots as soon as possible. While she's in the bathroom changing, I open my phone and text Gareth a link for my deposit.
Once I get his deposit, I guess there's no going back.