Kate was a model, talent scout, and good friend of mine. She had a lot of connections to some of the most precarious of characters, and as a good friend of hers, I was privy to some of the finest eats, clothing, and men in town.
I met Kate by responding to one of her talent scouting ads for models of petite sizes. Being fresh on my own and wanting to do something more interesting than working at the bar, this seemed like an ideal fit and friendship. Kate was 12 years older than me, petite, blonde, and very smart.
When we first met over coffee, we hit it off right away. She could sympathize with my situation, as she herself had enjoyed many sugar daddies of her own, often two or three at the same time. However, she always maintained her own residence and was completely abstinent from sex with any of them. I was baffled and intrigued. Everything she had described was fascinating and familiar.
Eventually, the day of the infamous photo shoot arrived; we were both going to be pin-up girls in a classy, semi-nude lingerie shoot. There was Kate and I, plus several other girls. Kate was running the show and modeling in the catalogue. I was enamored with her, and she with me. She sensed my vulnerability at times and took me under her wing. She taught me everything she knew before retiring to sunny Florida. That included Michael.
The photoshoot was at Michael’s estate. Kate and Michael had an arrangement at one point, but by this time, they were just casual friends. Michael’s estate was massive, sprawling even. The long driveway was lined with beautifully manicured trees, a pool house, and a heated pool with a diving board. There were two massive homes, each being 5,000 square feet, with multiple levels and kitchens, hardwood and marble flooring, a two-storey foyer, six fireplaces, a steam room, two gyms, and a 10-car garage that housed many of Michael’s toys.
I relied heavily on Kate through this shoot, as it was one of my first. She assured me it would be fun and there wouldn’t be any prying eyes or pressure from guys, because it was just us girls and the photographer. What Kate didn’t know was that, prior to our scheduled shoot, Michael had installed an interior/exterior camera system and was watching the entire time. That’s right, instead of being downtown, Michael was hiding somewhere on his estate, watching all the giggly, bubbly, half-naked girls in their pinup style lingerie.
As any man would, he finally crashed the party, giving hugs and kissing the cheeks of each and every girl there, including me. Kate was surprised he was home, of course, but nonetheless she introduced me to Michael as her close friend, and the rest of the girls as her clients.
For whatever reason, Michael, with a twinkle in his eye, took to me and Kate together. He jumped right in and directed the remainder of the shoot, having no real solid knowledge of modeling poses at all. But the pictures turned out lovely. We were all paid handsomely and were able to keep the clothing we modeled. Michael, as it turned out, kept the video of the shoot as well.