Tuesday tease.

I feel like this story just needs to continue, so as long as you read it, I post it. This part made me giggle...Don't judge me.


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Walking up to the backstage guard I flash my staff pass and am directed to a closed door with a privacy curtain positioned in front of it. Jax had told me to meet him here at four thirty, and I had sent a furious text to Jen detailing the happenings of the past twenty four hours before arriving to the conference area a few minutes ago. She had assured me that she would be back to the Rio by six PM tonight giving me an hour and a half back stage with the models. Giddily I push open the door and stop dead in my tracks. My brain can’t even wrap itself around what is happening right in front of me.

At least forty hunky cover models are traipsing around in various stages of undress.  I see several faces I recognize, as I stand there, mouth agape, completely forgetting my purpose for being here.

“Who’s team are you with?” An impatient looking female with severely cropped hair and a headset snaps her fingers before my eyes. “Hello, are you supposed to be here?” I hold up my pass and she nods. “What team sweetie?”

“Jewlson, Jax Jewlson. “ I finally gather myself enough to answer.

“This way.” The lady barks and heads off into the crowd. I follow close on her heels as she weaves through the crowd. I try to keep my eyes plastered to her back so I don’t get distracted by all of the skin,  but I give in once or twice to temptation. My second glance lands directly on another favorite of mine. He is a strawberry blonde and not as heavily decorated as Jax, but I still have a hard time pulling my eyes from him as he adjusts himself inside a skintight pair of boxer briefs. I gape at him just long enough to miss the fact that my guide has stopped. My solid frame plows right into her, causing her to stumble forward a step before catching herself.  With an annoyed glance she points to a sectioned off cubicle, slightly more private than the rest of the open area. “He’s right in there.” Then she turns and stomps away.

Once more keeping my eyes turned to the floor, I weave toward the spot she pointed out. People are entering and exiting the cubicle labeled with the name of his modeling agency. High Gear Promotions. I step behind the curtain and scan the compact area for Jax.

All manner of model stand before me. I see a few of the lady cover models I have come to recognize milling about. The agency Jax belongs to is different in that they are all tattoo models. The majority of their skin is covered in colorful hues and swirling lines. I have always envied these models for their individuality and style. It can’t be easy rejecting the norm when it comes to the modeling standards. I pop up on to my toes to try to see if Jax is in here, and I finally spot him. In the opposite corner, Jax seems to be being coated with something. I make my way to him by skirting the outside edge of the cramped area. When I finally reach him I notice the detail that couldn’t be seen from my original vantage point.  Jax Michel Jewlson is standing in front of me completely nude.

My eyes lock on the one part of him that I have never been privy to in the past, and can’t be drawn away.  I stare unabashed as the girl finishes up applying what looks like gold shimmer to all of his crevices. His body turns slightly more toward me and I hear him say; “Hey, up here.” His hand falls into my line up sight and he points upward.  “Like what you see?” He chuckles as he pulls on a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs.

Cringing, because I know full well he knows what I was looking at, I try to backpedal.  “I’m sorry I wasn’t staring at your junk, I was looking at your penis. I mean, I was trying to look at the tool. Fuck. Okay, yea, sorry I was looking at your package.” My cheeks are so hot I actually feel faint. “Well, now that I am mortified, I am going to go.” I turn but he grabs my arm.

“Oh no you don’t. You are not running away now.  You need to help me pick out my outfit for the runway show.” I flat out refuse to make eye contact but turn back toward him as he pulls me in the direction of several clothing racks. “What do you think of this one?” I nod, still not looking up. His feet appear in my line of vision and I can feel him standing just a breadth away. His finger lifts my chin and I try to will away the blush that seems to have covered my whole body.  “If you only knew how many people have seen me fully nude, you wouldn’t be so embarrassed. Now get your cute ass over here and help me pick out something.”

My jaw drops at his statement. Being a model can’t be easy, so that part was shocking, but the cute ass part is what has my head spinning. I grin like an idioit and park myself next to a rack of t-shirts as he sorts through them.