Ian Tyler Erotica
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Modelling Money- Part 3/3
🕑 Added 2025-03-04 01:26:50 +0000 UTCI originally had a very different ending planned, but an idea stuck in my brain this morning, and I had to get it down on paper. Here is the finale for my favorite muse, and I hope to see Ryan (and his sexy photos in the VIP Discord server) back again soon in another series. What should we have happen to him next time?
Two Months Later:
Getting off the train, I breathed in the smells of the city, trying to focus on the bakery across the street and not the piles of trash bags that were unfortunately closer. This neighborhood of Manhattan was unfamiliar to me, and I took that as a sign that I was finally making it. I was trying to find the studio for a shoot with one of the designers that I had met at Fashion Week where I’d booked five shows- three swimwear and two formal wear.
The experience passed in a blur, but I still watched recordings of at least one show every day to relive the experience. I watched my fellow models to see how I could improve my walk, and then I would still pinch myself as I saw me for the first time each time on video. Even in the swimwear shows when I was wearing swim briefs small enough to show off my bush, I felt amazing. At least I wasn’t the guy who’d gotten the pair with a mesh panel that showed off his full cock and ass crack.
Humming to myself, I walked past the stores that I would soon have enough money to shop in, peering in to see luxurious suits and suitcases that cost as much as the vacations that I’d been on. The scent of trash was now long gone as I walked closer to a perfumery, and I decided to walk inside to spritz on some sample cologne to wear to the shoot. I almost had my hand on the door handle when I saw myself. Not in the reflection of the mirrored glass, but on a poster inside.
Yanking open the door, I walked through a spritz of something before coming face to face with my naked ass. Well, I guess you’d say posterior in an establishment like this, but an ass is an ass, and mine was available to anyone walking by.
The poster in the gilded frame had to be at least eight feet tall which put people’s eyes right where they shouldn’t be.
“Welcome inside- would you like to try the latest from Armani?”
“Um yeah, sure.”
Choking on Giorgio, I walked away from myself to catch my breath, but I had chosen the wrong store for that. I was experiencing full sensory overload, and I needed to get out of here, but I couldn’t. No matter where I was sprayed next, I would remain rooted here as I stared up at the second larger than life poster of myself.
“And have you seen the latest from Prevanti? Their new scent just dropped this week.”
“I am the new Prevanti.”
“What do you mean? Wait, are you the-”
I practically ran out of the store before he finished his sentence, and I was back out onto the street, quickly dodging a puddle of muddy water that was sprayed up by the bus that had just pulled up onto the curb. As people streamed out, I tried to figure out what to do to calm down, but I shouldn’t have stayed there.
“Wait, is that the guy from the bus?”
Looking up, I saw my naked body save for a blanket draped over my crotch on the side of the bus. There was a come hither look on my face, and a photoshopped cologne bottle on the end table beside the couch.
Prevanti… dare to be desired
A few more people had noticed now, and one guy stepped a little too close before I could get away.
“Maybe he should show some more skin for us?”
“Please- you’ve got the wrong guy!”
But they knew that they had the right guy, and they also knew that I was cornered. I tried to get away before they took pictures of me standing there mortified, but the guy in front wasn’t interested in photos- he wanted more.
Reaching for me, he got a fistful of my thin t-shirt, and as I pulled away, I heard the unmistakable sound of fabric ripping. It was already too late, and I felt like getting away was more important, so I just kept going and let him rip the shirt off of my body, leaving me half naked on the very busy sidewalk. Too busy to keep from bumping into another man who inadvertently blocked my path and yelled at me. As I tried to argue back, the man from the bus had enough time to get to me again and go for my zipper.
“What the fuck, man?!”
My jeans weren’t going to be ripped off, but the same couldn’t be said for the button on my fly. As the mystery stripper continued his quest, I looked up to see a row of phones recording, and for the first time, I questioned whether becoming a famous model was a good thing. Before this month, I would have ended up as a blip online- Mystery man’s shirt ripped off by horny assailant. Now though, my name could be linked. If one video also recorded my bus ad, then it would be all over for me.
I tried to step back one last time to get away, but my internal panic had me wait a moment too long. The laughter reached my ears before my brain could register what had happened.
“There- now that’s what should have been in the ad!”
The man in front of me backed away, but everyone recording stood their ground as they tried to catch my exposed dick from every angle. With my fly wide open, he’d taken a chance and yanked down on my briefs hard enough for my cock and balls to flop over the waistband. I was trying to tuck myself away now, but the damage had been done. Skyscrapers on both sides of me, everyone driving by, everyone that would see these videos once posted online- I was about to be more famous than I ever imagined.
Ducking into one of the stores behind me, I was about to get my wish to finally shop on this street as I begged the shop attendant to help me find the cheapest shirt that they sold. He looked me up and down first, but he soon walked away to grab me something. As I awkwardly stood there behind one of the racks, I was so thankful that the other shoppers hadn’t noticed me yet as they were too engrossed in their own shopping.
The store was a small boutique though, so it would only be a matter of time until someone did look my way. Trying to work my way back to the salesman, I passed by a small display case of perfumes, and that gilded Prevanti bottle stopped me in my tracks again. There were three bottles on a mirrored tray, and right behind them, a small ad was in a frame just as gaudy as the bottles.
Dare to be desired
Those infernal words were written just below my feet as I leaned back against the wall behind me in the photos. My naked body was turned slightly away from the camera, but as I looked closer, I saw that my penis was visible beyond the shadows. I somehow hadn’t noticed this on the poster in the last store, but I’m sure that other shoppers wouldn’t make the same mistake.
“This one is on the house as long as you call the number on the card inside.”
Pulling out the shirt, I quickly put it on and kissed my very handsome savior on the cheek.
“You’re a lifesaver.”
“No problem, Ryan.”
As he smiled at me, two very cute dimples appeared on his tanned skin.
“I don’t recall saying my name?”
“Your name is credited on the back of the Prevanti ad. I’m just ready to say I dated you before you made it big.”
I was blushing again now, but for a very different reason.
Grabbing the card with his number, I texted him right then and there before making my way out of the employee exit in the back. I still had five minutes until my shoot began, but I quickly made my way up the street before anything else happened.
Comments
Joseph
Hmmm… a forest photo shoot?
