The time I got busted...
I was at a convention (Frolicon in Atlanta) with my wife and had a few shoots scheduled when we had our first store together. Not a great con but thats besides the point; we went one year and it had a lot of material we had been interested but the second year it was far too politicized and 'meh'. There I go off topic again.
So we're in the room with the other two models and the scene was the three of them in bra/panties, hogtied and gagged tightly and struggling around for a few minutes. I just finish getting the last of the three in bondage and a knock at the door....'SECURITY!'
I'm usually pretty cool headed (I'll tell you about accidentally drinking piss during a shoot and keeping a straight face; yuck) but that threw me for a loop and I went into panic mode. I dragged all three girls behind the bed to hide them and a voice in my mind is yelling 'You look like a serial killer right now, idiot'.
Off I head to the door. Opening it, its a young guy who says they're going around the hotel to re-code the locks. Ummm ok thats slightly strange.
I step back and say "Have at it" and position myself between him and the girls, standing at the mini fridge. I dont know WHY i felt that reaction. No one was doing anything wrong. I suppose its probably the awkwardness of it all, or the 'taboo' associated with this thing of ours.
The guy finishes and leaves and I slump my shoulders with a big sigh while I hear three girls laughing hysterically behind their gags (hey I don't fake anything, those gags work). I start laughing until I look at Jasmin who I didn't quite hide well enough.
I couldn't continue the shoot and really wish I had kept the footage for BTS reasons for my own site now. Untying them, I ask Jasmin if he had seen her. "Yeah and he was cute!"
Oh my God. "Jasmin I don't care that he's cute!"
Apparently they had made eye contact which was...well it makes me wonder to this day what that guy had thought.
Either way, everything ended fine and we all had a good laugh and a good story to tell.
Ugh.
So we're in the room with the other two models and the scene was the three of them in bra/panties, hogtied and gagged tightly and struggling around for a few minutes. I just finish getting the last of the three in bondage and a knock at the door....'SECURITY!'
I'm usually pretty cool headed (I'll tell you about accidentally drinking piss during a shoot and keeping a straight face; yuck) but that threw me for a loop and I went into panic mode. I dragged all three girls behind the bed to hide them and a voice in my mind is yelling 'You look like a serial killer right now, idiot'.
Off I head to the door. Opening it, its a young guy who says they're going around the hotel to re-code the locks. Ummm ok thats slightly strange.
I step back and say "Have at it" and position myself between him and the girls, standing at the mini fridge. I dont know WHY i felt that reaction. No one was doing anything wrong. I suppose its probably the awkwardness of it all, or the 'taboo' associated with this thing of ours.
The guy finishes and leaves and I slump my shoulders with a big sigh while I hear three girls laughing hysterically behind their gags (hey I don't fake anything, those gags work). I start laughing until I look at Jasmin who I didn't quite hide well enough.
I couldn't continue the shoot and really wish I had kept the footage for BTS reasons for my own site now. Untying them, I ask Jasmin if he had seen her. "Yeah and he was cute!"
Oh my God. "Jasmin I don't care that he's cute!"
Apparently they had made eye contact which was...well it makes me wonder to this day what that guy had thought.
Either way, everything ended fine and we all had a good laugh and a good story to tell.
Ugh.
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