We Said Model, Not Ho!
This week's audition fun continues....
So we had another girl contact us this week wanting to shoot. She sent us a couple of pics and said her name was "Star". You can learn a lot about these girls just from the name they give. The raw amateurs will give their real name. Those who have really thought about it and dream of being a star will give a porn sounding name. And then there's the strippers. "Star" is definitely a stripper name, or at least that's what we thought.
The pics looked, well, slutty. But hey, that can be a good thing in our business. We went into this one guessing that we'd have to reminder her to wear underwear and be waiting for her to take a Marlboro break between every set. No signs of the dreaded tattoos at least.
We staked out a spot at our local coffee shop and starting taking turns seeing who could find the most disgusting picture on the web while surfing and killing time. We were about to yarp from looking at pics of diseased gonads and prolapsed rectums, when this, this this, "car" pulls up. Have you ever seen a early 80's Cadillac Brougham in something just this side of Barney the Dinosaur purple with gold trim and 6 inch white walls? We did today.
Out gets our girl on one side, dressed in attire that would put Joan and Melissa Rivers into immediate cardiac arrest. And on the other side, well, imagine if Snoop Dogg went on about a 72 hour bender. This is her "chaperon". The suit matched the car, I shit you not. We're talking purple with some wide yellow pinstripes. And where in the fuck does a brother go to buy some baby shit yellow faux alligator skin shoes?
We're not sure what's coming next, but we're pretty sure this isn't what we're looking for. Brother man is introduced to us as "Shawan". No, that aint a typo. His girl spoke very fluent ghetto ebonics, so she was able to translate it into something a couple of fat white boys could understand. Turns out, they were figuring this was going to be a shoot with a "happy ending" for both of us.
Now we're not beyond shooting an escort, but really, all we want to do is shoot it. We're pro's, we're not looking to get our knobs washed, and we're sure not looking to get it from what appears to be a street ho. And in this case we had a fast talking jive ass high pressure pimp who has pretty well assured we wont be showing our face in one of our favorite coffee shops for a long time.
NEXT!
So we had another girl contact us this week wanting to shoot. She sent us a couple of pics and said her name was "Star". You can learn a lot about these girls just from the name they give. The raw amateurs will give their real name. Those who have really thought about it and dream of being a star will give a porn sounding name. And then there's the strippers. "Star" is definitely a stripper name, or at least that's what we thought.
The pics looked, well, slutty. But hey, that can be a good thing in our business. We went into this one guessing that we'd have to reminder her to wear underwear and be waiting for her to take a Marlboro break between every set. No signs of the dreaded tattoos at least.
We staked out a spot at our local coffee shop and starting taking turns seeing who could find the most disgusting picture on the web while surfing and killing time. We were about to yarp from looking at pics of diseased gonads and prolapsed rectums, when this, this this, "car" pulls up. Have you ever seen a early 80's Cadillac Brougham in something just this side of Barney the Dinosaur purple with gold trim and 6 inch white walls? We did today.
Out gets our girl on one side, dressed in attire that would put Joan and Melissa Rivers into immediate cardiac arrest. And on the other side, well, imagine if Snoop Dogg went on about a 72 hour bender. This is her "chaperon". The suit matched the car, I shit you not. We're talking purple with some wide yellow pinstripes. And where in the fuck does a brother go to buy some baby shit yellow faux alligator skin shoes?
We're not sure what's coming next, but we're pretty sure this isn't what we're looking for. Brother man is introduced to us as "Shawan". No, that aint a typo. His girl spoke very fluent ghetto ebonics, so she was able to translate it into something a couple of fat white boys could understand. Turns out, they were figuring this was going to be a shoot with a "happy ending" for both of us.
Now we're not beyond shooting an escort, but really, all we want to do is shoot it. We're pro's, we're not looking to get our knobs washed, and we're sure not looking to get it from what appears to be a street ho. And in this case we had a fast talking jive ass high pressure pimp who has pretty well assured we wont be showing our face in one of our favorite coffee shops for a long time.
NEXT!
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