Contents ( 31)
- Also by Omar Tyree
- Contents
- Under Pressure
- Still Strokin’
- Nightmares
- Celibacy
- Cock Blocking
- Sex Crazy
- Anything Can Happen
- Damn!
- A Lot to Think About
- Say What?
- Hypocrisy
- There Is Always Another One
- A Crowded Room of Women
- No Peace, No Pleasure
- Guilt-Ridden
- Turned Out
- New Tricks and Treats
- In the Closet
- The Mansion
- They Got Me
- Anything Goes
- Sexaholic
- Plenty of Options
- Back to Chaos
- Party Over
- A New Beginning
- Figure It All Out
- Epilogue
- About the Author
I just didn’t see a long-term future in the idea. Sure, it all looked good while it lasted, but it was also a time bomb, waiting for the wrong people to make the wrong moves.
He said, “We don’t solicit to anyone here. They say what they want to buy on their own. That’s the difference. To break the law, you have to solicit, and we absolutely don’t.”
“And all of the models are in on it?” I asked him.
“They all have the right to decline, just like they do in the real world,” he answered. “The rules of general life still apply. Models have always been suspect.”
I thought about it all and shook my head. There was a level of trust between a photographer and a model that went unspoken, particularly with a male photographer and a female model. If a model looked her part, then naturally, many men would want her. But for a photographer to actually aid in pimping her…
Before I could finish my thoughts, Marcus repeated, “The world is changing, my friend. We’re in a world now where thousands of single and divorced women have as much money as the men. They didn’t have it like that during the first sexual revolution in the sixties. But now they do.”
Marcus didn’t have a wife or children either. I had been suspect of his sexuality over the years. However, I had been around him and enough gorgeous women to at least believe that he was straight. Or he could have been bisexual. Hell, he could have suspected the same about me.
Finally, I said, “You don’t expect me to go for this, do you? I’m not under any financial constraints. I make sure to keep my life simple enough to stay away from all of that.”
He put a hand on my shoulder and said, “I’m just introducing you to the idea, my friend. You’ve always been one to make your own decisions. So I’ll only open the opportunity for you to stay at the mansion if you want, and to participate in whatever you would like, as long as you remember to remain safe and sound with it. I tell everyone that. You only have one life to live in this world, so always protect the family jewels.”
I listened and nodded to him. “Sexual revolution, huh?” I had been thinking about that myself. Maybe I was a little behind the times. In all my years of being around beautiful women, I hadn’t even been in a threesome yet.
Mr. Vissel nodded back to me. He said, “That’s what we’re in right now, a new sexual revolution. It’s almost anything goes; older women, younger men, celebrities and groupies, athletes and business-women. Now we had a lot of that before, but now the money is much greater. And you got a lot of women now who are willing to pay for entertainment services with the guys they see in magazines.”
He said, “So I’m just getting you up to speed on the new world order, my friend. It’s out here for the taking.”