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Damon

Afew days have passed since Noelle and I had sex in the back of the shop. No matter what’s going on in my day, all I can think about is her.

I am furious with myself for not getting her phone number before we parted ways. I usually always get a girl’s number after we hook up; I’m not sure what prevented me this time. I don’t know how to find her, so I am hopeful that perhaps, one day, she might return to Raw Wheels and I can get another chance to get her contact info.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to use my charm and persuade the modeling agency’s director to send me copies of the proofs from their shoot. I didn’t charge them much to use my shop, and I’d been quite accommodating, so they are more than willing to work with me.

I am chilling at Raw Wheels. My Rolling Heads are seated all around me. We are listening to music, smoking and drinking. Spencer, one of my guys, has one of the models from the shoot with him, a black girl named Ali.

I am looking at the pictures, seeing how they turned out, passing them around the place to be shared and admired.

The only photos I’m not sharing with my mates are the pictures of Noelle. They don’t deserve to gaze at the perfection I am privileged to be gawking at. She is alluring, not just in her beauty, but how her eyes remain powerful weapons even when she isn’t physically near. I catch myself staring at individual pictures for long periods of time, unable to help myself.

I am boyishly hopeful that maybe her photos will include some of her contact information, but no. They do contain her image, though, and that’s more than enough for me. I know it’s probably perverted and wrong, but I’m going to take her photos home with me. I want to study her, learn every inch of her perfect canvas.

I know that time will come later. Eventually, Kace rejoin the group, sitting right beside me, beaming and gleeful.

“What are you so happy about?” I ask, returning his smile. “You look like a man who’s just had sex.”

“Well, that’s exactly the look I’m going for,” says Kace, reclining back in his seat and cracking open a beer.

“Oh yeah?” I quip. “Get out, man. What’s going on?”

“I took one of the models home Sunday night,” he says, puffing his chest out. “She is quite spectacular, I have to admit.”

“Good for you!” I say. “Which one is it?”

“Her name’s Sabrina.”

I laugh. “Oh, man… how about that.”

“What?” Kace asks.

“Well… tell me about you and Sabrina first, and then I’ll tell you my story.”

“All right,” he concedes. “Well… there ain’t much to say, to tell you the truth. I had a lot of fun. She is fuckingcrazy.”

“Yeah?” I chuckle. “How so?”

“Dude, she wanted it up the ass,” says Kace. “She wanted iteverywhere. We hooked up Sunday and again last night—and this morning.”

“Damn, man!” I say, clapping him on the shoulder. “Way to go! So, you actually like this girl?”

“I like to fuck her.” He shrugs. “She’s really good in bed—likereallygood—maybe the most I’ve ever enjoyed myself in bed.”

“Wow, that’s high praise,” I say. “You have a list that’s pretty notorious.”

“Be that as it may, she’s a good lay,” says Kace. “You’d like her, too. She also gives really good head.”

“Thank you, but I’m actually on a conquest of my own,” I tell him. “I also had my way with one of the models.”

“I knew it—which one?” Kace wonders. “Is it the redhead with the huge tits?”

“Nope. You must not have been payin’ attention, because everyone knows who I’m after.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m too busy wanting to slam Sabrina to notice,” he says. “Which one?”