Thread: I'll Be Your Muse (nothingbutporcelain and Dr Curiosity)

When Callie returned, Anthony had been fixing himself in the large mirror beside the set for pictures. He never knew why, but whenever he was in the middle of a shoot, his clothes and appearance always seemed a bit more thrown together, as though he had thrown them on after just having sex. It was amazing at just how ignorant he was to the hands the rubbed across him as he took pictures, women whispering things into his ear, trying to get a better chance at the top. Mr. Rusotti was professional, and pitiful attempts such as those didn't necessarily work on him, just made his appearance a bit more rugged. Fixing the three-quarter sleeved of his black button up, Anthony only barely turned his head to look at Callie before turning back to the mirror. Then a double-take, triple-take, then his eyes were fixated on her. She looked stunning. R-ready? Anthony had to think about that for a minute. Where were they going? Oh, oh yes. Well, you look gorgeous if I may say so myself. Watching her twirl once, the photographer could really take in just how sexy Callie looked. The red dress was skin tight, revealing every curve of her perfect body. Anthony saw so much, and there were other things he didn't see. He noticed the push up bra that teased him so invitingly. Also, he didn't see a visible trace of any type of underwear, making Anthony wonder just what was under the dress. Not that he would find out any time soon. Ready for a night out? He asked, tucking one of Callie's hands, tucking it under his arm like a gentleman would. He led the way to a deep blue corvette. If there were any doubt about whether Anthony Rusotti actually did charge as much as people said, it would be brushed aside when you saw his car. His wife didn't even work, and at home she had a silver Mercedes for her to drive whenever she wanted. How about we go to one of my regular spots? I have a feeling you'll like it. Being a working man, Anthony had his locations of recreation and relaxation, where he could get away from a nagging wife and persistently annoying children. A few pricey bars that served the best there was to offer, not often crowded. So any noise was brushed off as a person having one too many drinks, for which they had several bedrooms in the back to lay ones head back. Also, the bar was setting a good romantic mood, but that was not the goal of tonight, at least not for Anthony. He simply wanted to have a few drinks with Callie, maybe get to know her a bit better, see where her aspirations truly were. It was a short drive to the building they were headed, the photo studio having already been on the more corporate side of town. The building was colossal, having about twenty-one stories. Anthony never remembered exactly how many. The bar was on the ninth floor was all he needed to know, and the bedrooms a simple walk up the stairs to the tenth through a back stairwell that could not be accessed by elevator. Here we are, he said, getting out the car. Being the gentleman he was, Anthony had to open the door for Callie, reaching down with his left hand to take hers. The dimming sun glinted off the gold band on his finger, reminding him thoroughly that he was a married man, something he had needed the reminder of. Once Callie was out, he started towards the building, her arm tucked into his once more. So, Ms. Simpson, what made you want to ask a man such as myself out to drinks? What a lame question, but it couldn't be helped much. It had been over a decade since Mr. Rusotti had been out with a person besides his wife. He was out of practice, but he never expected to need those skills anymore after all.