He put down the looking glass and smiled up at me. "These are wonderful. You're good."
"Thank you."
"I want you to make a sixteen by twenty of this one for my lover." He pointed to the one where he was sitting in his leather chair, holding himself and winking at the camera. "A couple of eight by tens of these two." He indicated a couple of more modest semi-nudes. "And wallets of these silly things." He tapped a finger on two where he was standing in his Calvins, a la Marky Mark.
He handed me an envelope.
"That's for you."
It was another $500.00.
"How would you like to make more where that came from?"
"I'd love to."
"That's what I wanted to hear. I have a little club I own. One that specializes in pleasures of the flesh, so to speak. For members who can afford it. I'm looking for someone to hook up a few cameras for one of my private suites."
"For people who like to perform for others?"
"No," he said. "It's for my own personal use. My lover likes variety in his love life and I encourage it, because I like to watch him do it. Is that a problem for you?"
"Whatever turns you on."
"That's right. Would you be interested in the job?"
"I guess so," I said. "How much would it pay?"
"Cutting to the chase? Good for you, Gregory," Richard said. "It would be two nights a week, at $1000.00 a night."
I was slightly dumbfounded. A thousand dollars? "I'm not sure."
"I understand," he said. "I tell you what. Why don't you go to the club and check it out for yourself? Come by tomorrow night."
He opened a desk drawer and handed me a gold-plated playing card.
It was the jack of hearts.
"Tomorrow would be fine."
