In the Nude

Carl probed on Kirk’s background and current situation but didn’t get anywhere. Kirk didn’t bother to probe into what made Carl tick at all. The wad of cash the man had flashed was enough to make Kirk tick. For now, tonight, he knew precisely what was making Carl tick—what Carl wanted. Carl’s occasional grip of the young man’s knee under the table told Kirk what Carl wanted and that Carl wanted to top.

“Do you do a lot of work in the nude?” Carl asked.

“Yes,” Kirk answered, and, giving the man a saucy look, added, “And some of it is as an artists’ model.”

Carl smiled and squeezed Kirk’s knee under the table. “So you do private modeling.”

“Sure, if that is what is wanted.”

In the nude, Kirk was thinking. The man wants me to strut around for him in the nude before sticking it in me. Well, Kirk needed the money and this was one fine-looking man—older, yes, but tall, good-looking, sinewy, and quite intellectual. He had a good vocabulary and a nice smile, and he smelled of refinement and wealth. If Kirk pleased him, he thought there would be something steady here—more than the initial trial two hundred, he hoped. College expenses were going up and there were added expenses of staying on the college lacrosse team. Posing in the nude as a buildup to sex wasn’t all that kinky.