Oil Up the Model

The continuing saga of my novel: Jettison

, 1999

We decide, after a bit of a wild ride through vest changes, hair fluffing, makeup touchups, and gun wielding, that it is time to oil the model.
I'm ready!
The oil, Kumasutra Vanilla, - Pepper's choice - must be kept from the camera equipment.
We get a towel.
We don't want it on his leather pants either.
In case my hands stray.
Yes, Troy is in leather pants, and black cowboy boots.
Oh, you know what that does to me----
Black cowboy boots.
Hmmmm.
This hard body now must get the treatment - from moi!
And we need to record this event.
I have fun.
I haven't done this before!
I get to rub it on his chest.
Over those well-defined abs.
A few times.
With me ladies?
This guy is as hard as a rock!
We have some nutty pictures of this event --- this is required.
Why do things if they're not fun?
Primary photos taken, Doris (make-up) can then spray him with her oil. (Arms, shoulders, the parts I missed.)
I have to learn to "pat" him to make it look "beaded" - I was rubbing it in!
Ooops!
Shows I've been out of the dating loop too long - I don't have any practice at this sort of thing!
And no running rivulets - no streaking (of the oil).
And then we need to clean my hands off.
Sticky stuff.
Fun stuff.
I now have a whole bottle and no use for it whatsoever.
But I will refuse to part with it.
Oh yes.
Troy wet down, in or out of a vest...
Duplicate steam heat.
But get those sexy eyes this time!
I may have trouble sleeping tonight.
Breathe ladies.!
His website is coming.
(So is the poster.
I'm working on it!)
Troy resumes posing, none the worse for wear. (I didn't seriously molest him after all! California has laws!)
After a bit of storming the jungle with this very big gun, ....
We decide it's time to dirty him up.
No shirt or vest.
Just streaks.
Strategically placed streaks.
Arms. Chest. Abs.
On top of the wet look.
Adds definition.
Oh my God!
Where's my tranquilizer!
You must know that several times during the shoot I was prone to saying things like
"Get that!"
"Oh yes!
"Right on!"
And Ron would.
Get it.
Oh Troy!
Perfect!
Nothing like a man climbing through the jungle with a big gun.
Follow him anywhere!