Unemployable me (only in my dreams).

Lagunatic used to be a photo producer. I loved that job. My requirements were to hire models, secure locations, hire makeup artists and hair stylists, work with photographers and clients, make sure everyone was fed, and do everything else that was required to make sure a photo shoot ran smoothly.

It’s a job I’d LOVE to go back to. Something I could see myself doing again after the kids start school full-time.

Well, I did want to go back..until I had this experience:

I was at work, back producing a shoot. Everyone was on set and I was sitting there with the hottest male model I have EVER seen in my entire life…and considering I was a model for twelve years and a producer for two I’ve seen a lot of hot male models. He was young. He was lithe. He was dark-haired with hazel eyes. He was muscular yet lean, firm yet soft, and masculine yet sensitive. Plus, he had an accent.

You know how us girls feel about accents, right?

I was trying my hardest to be professional, but he would have none of it.

He kept trying to seduce me. His come-ons were bold and fearless, and I could feel my resolve weakening with every passing breath.
After a while I just couldn’t find the strength to resist his advances any longer.
We had mad passionate sex in the make-up room.

It. Was. HOT!

After we were done we decided that we had to shower before everyone came back from the shot they were working on for fear that we’d be found out.

I mean, who doesn’t sense when the hanky panky has just been committed in the make up room?

We hopped into the tiny studio shower together and immediately got to lathering, trying to erase all vestiges of our misdeeds.

As we were towelling off the client walked in.

I managed to get myself dressed in lightning speed and then walked over to the photographer’s assistant (who just happened to be someone I’d had other similar dalliances with in the past) to see the shots. He gave me a strange look and then motioned towards our client who was fast approaching.
The client, rather harshly, announced that we were wrapped for the day…then she came over to me and said, “Thanks for your work today, Sue. We won’t be needing you anymore.”

Off to the side I heard the male model saying, in his distinct yet unplaceable accent, “Ah, but you will be needing ME tomorrow, yes? You can not live without me, can you? You know I am the most beautiful man and you can not make successful picture without me, yes?”

So, after the frustrating realization that I’d been fired over a guy who was a total arrogant douche, I woke up.

As in, I literally woke up.

In the meantime, you won’t find me perusing career builder anytime soon. But you may find me napping.

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