“Too much,” she complained.
She pouted as I got out of the bed. I needed to find my suitcase for more condoms. She smiled when she saw me put one on.
“Where were we?” I asked.
“I want to be on top.”
I lay down, she straddled my waist, and then I was in her. Kara was already aroused and she wanted to get off again. She played with her button as she got a good rhythm going. I grabbed a pillow to prop my head up so I could see us coming together. One of my favorite pastimes was to watch a woman ride me. There was just something about watching them derive pleasure that was so sexy.
I could feel I was getting close. Kara just does it for me. She gave me a grin and it seemed we could read each other’s mind. She was close too. I won the race, but she finished it. As soon as she was done, she jumped out of bed. I wondered why until I saw the clock. She gave me a quick kiss and then rushed out to go to her room.
WE SPENT THE DAY IN the Garden District. It was originally set up so there were only a couple of houses per block accompanied by large gardens, hence the name. Mainly wealthy Americans first lived there in the early 1800s because they didn’t want to live in the French Quarter with the Creoles. I enjoyed playing tourist as I worked. The homes were magnificent. I could imagine sitting on the porch, enjoying a cool drink, doing nothing at all.
The old gardens and parks were something to see. As you meandered down the sidewalks, you were taken with the old architecture. I particularly liked the wrought-iron fences. You would look over their aged bars and see the azaleas in bloom under stately magnolia and twisted oak trees. In many places, the magnificent trees would merge overhead to canopy the street and sidewalks.
They put Adrienne and Kara in casual wear, and I was forced to ride a bike while they rode on a trolley. They got some great shots of them leaning out a door or window as I rode along beside them. I decided New Orleans was one of the great Southern cities. I had never seen so many wonderful homes in one place. I knew my parents would love to see some of the architecture. I got to experience it all riding down the street on a bike.
I’ll give someone credit. They found an old home with a grass tennis court. The whole place reeked of old money. It also perked me up to see my two supermodel friends in short skirts and tight tops. Adrienne surprised me. She was actually very good at playing tennis. Kara was very good at looking good. I think her job was to distract me while Adrienne would drill forehands and backhands at me.
We got into an intense exchange and lost ourselves in the game. Being tall and athletic, I was able to get to a lot of balls Adrienne didn’t think I could. She was very good at ball placement and had me running back and forth. When the exchange started, I was breathing hard. My technique was just to try to return everything that came to me. Somehow, I got Adrienne running from side to side. Imagine your wet dream in a skimpy tennis outfit and she’s running. This was a photo shoot, not an actual game. That meant she was not wearing a sports bra. Thank you, baby Jesus!
I didn’t think anything could top that until I found out we were going swimming next. Now I had the images of Adrienne in Sports Illustrated in a swimsuit. I had seen her at the Miami shoot in a bikini. The problem with Miami was the focus was the product, alcoholic drinks. This time she came out in a micro-bikini, sheer cover-up flowing in the breeze, big floppy hat, sunglasses, and three-inch heels. She came out, struck a pose and our eyes locked. She was daring me to look away from the ultimate California Girl.
Then Kara came out in a similar outfit. Her exotic looks and darker complexion was the perfect contrast to Adrienne. How do you choose between perfection? I was trying to puzzle it out when Tami walked out and buried her finger into my ribs. She broke the spell they had on me so we could get to work.
I was in heaven when it was decided they should put oil on me. There are days when modeling is the best job ever. Today was pushing it right up there. The good news was Range Sports loved what we did. When you work with people who are both beautiful and you like them, great things happen.
Friday June 5
BY MIDDAY, I REALIZED I hadn’t seen Devin or Cora since Wednesday. I guess she wasn’t taking her assistant job seriously.
“Do you know where she is?” I asked Tami.
“She’s been with Devin 24/7 for the last couple of days. Why, do you need something?”
“No, I just wanted to make sure we hadn’t left her somewhere or something.”
I could see going home and having to explain how we lost her.
“You’ll make a terrible dad. Two days later, ‘Have you seen the kids, honey?’” Tami teased me.
“Hey, kids are your job.”
“Is that right?”
I rolled my eyes at her.
“Is she coming back with us?” I asked.
“No one’s coming back with us. We’re driving back,” she told me.
This was the first I’d heard of this. I guess I thought the car would ship itself. Tami saw the realization come across my face. We get to drive the car home!
“I hope you told the ’rents.”
“Yep. They know we’re driving back.”
“Back to Cora. Is she going home, or do I need to warn her parents?” I asked.
“Cora’s over eighteen and not your responsibility. Let Cora worry about it. Plus, how would you take it if I called your mom and told on you?”
“I’d call it SSDD: Same Shit, Different Day,” I volunteered, after seeing the look on her face.
That earned me a slug.
“Bite me, Model Boy.”
“Has Chuck taught you to drive yet?” I asked to change the subject.
“Actually, that’s been fun. He’s a good teacher, and I see why you like him. It’s so cute to watch him and Tiffany. He’s such a little boy. He blushes at the drop of a hat.”
“Kind of blows his big tough security-guy demeanor.”
“He can be both,” she said without explaining.
I wondered if they had ended up in a situation where he needed to protect her. I let it go because she wasn’t making a big deal out of it.
WE FINALLY GOT TO PLAY on the jet water boards during the afternoon. Devin and Cora finally made an appearance. After we were done filming, anyone who wanted a chance got to try out the toys. Tami had a great time. Cora was much like her sister and put on a show. Chuck even gave it a try.
I sat back and watched my friend Tami. She had made friends with everyone. I was glad she integrated into the group so well. Towards the end of the day, people started to head back to the hotel so they could pack and leave. Tyler, Kara, and Adrienne were first. They were going to New York.
Kendal cornered me before she left. She wanted to do a quick recap.
“Range Sports’ marketing department is very happy. I talked to Caryn and Sandy and they confirmed a successful trip.”
“What about Devin?” I asked.
“I’m not really sure. The only person he’s been talking to is Cora. Speaking of which, I don’t want her back. It all started out okay, but I wasted a lot of time training her. If I get a vote on your personal assistant, I think Tami did a fine job.”
“Seriously? I thought she spent all her time driving my new car around,” I said loud enough for Tami to hear.
“She does have an interesting technique for getting you to focus,” Kendal said as she jabbed me in the ribs.
We made plans to talk when we got back. Kendal, Chuck and Tiffany were next to leave. Finally, the Range Sports group and Cora left.
Tami and I walked the beach hand-in-hand, enjoying our last day in New Orleans. We finally grabbed a cab and went back to the hotel. We had checked our bags this morning. I paid to get the car from the valet and let Tami drive. We hadn’t planned our getaway very well. We hit the worst of rush hour. We finally got on I-55 and headed north.