Photography Jeton Bakalli
Makeup Michael Shelton
Model Ryan Bair
Editor Chase Isbell
Illustrations Sofya Soderberg
Brooklyn. The lights of an ambulance were flashing under the windows of a five-story building; police officers were frantically exchanging reports on a walkie-talkie; alarmed neighbors were crowding around; curious passerby had also joined the crowd.
One of the policemen shouted,
"Everyone back off immediately!"
A worried elderly Mexican woman clutched her face and said:
- Oh my God, someone was definitely killed!
The crowd began to noisily discuss versions of the story with each other.
Suddenly, a guy ran into the very epicenter of events and shouts:
- What's wrong with him?! I need to see him! I'm his boyfriend! What did he do?!
One of the policemen politely and persistently asked the young man to introduce himself and explain what he was doing here.
- My name is Stefan, I'm Brian's boyfriend, we live here together.
Receiving an approving nod from a colleague, the policeman replied:
- Follow me.
Without waiting for an escort, Stefan ran up the stairs to the penultimate floor to break into his apartment full of medics. Brian's lifeless body lay on the living room floor. Stefan rushed to him and hugged him, but his lover didn't care anymore. Brian committed suicide a few hours ago, mixed together everything that he had enjoyed and what was giving him peace of mind for the last year and a half after the end of his unsuccessful modeling career.
- I promise, I swear…
hardly seeing anything because of the tears, Stefan was shouting.
- Sir, please come with us.
Two policemen, who finally reached the top floor, dragged the guy away from the corpse. The doctors fussily put the body on a gurney and covered it with a thick white cloth on top. The crowd on the street gasped in horror when they realized what had happened.
- So young… Such a handsome man…
the Mexican woman said and crossed herself.
A year later, Stefan still couldn't mentally recover from it. The therapist and Xanax did not save him; new romantic relationships did not develop. However, he did not turn into a ghost of himself, and found unexpected salvation in work. Completing the daily tasks of the assistant manager of the marketing department had a calming effect. He found stability in the routine affairs of the Voltage fashion brand.
- But... the most important thing, and that's what I want to ask you…
Stefan tensed his eyebrows warily, but Lina continued:
- Fabian Peters will be at the event, and we need him to shoot a new collection.
Stefan paled instantly. The sound in his ears disappeared and his eyes stopped seeing clearly.
- Hey, are you okay?
- Yes, I just… well, you know... I didn't expect us to go in this direction because his style of photography is very provocative and quite violent. I also heard that he is not very nice as a person.
- We need changes. Controversy? A scandal? Any publicity is good!
Not finding Stefan's support, Lina continued:
- I beg you very much, let's try to negotiate with him. He often works with W, V, and other magazines named with some letter. By opening this door, even if it creaks terribly, we will get the opportunity to do something big.
That door was forever closed to Brian, leaving splinters in Stefan’s heart. That evening, after carefully considering everything, Stefan sent Lina a message:
"I agree with you, we need this photographer and this project, so let's do everything we can to get it."
"Yess!! I always knew that we understood each other," the girl replied literally immediately.”
On the evening of April 30, after the show and the gala part, while the venue workers were preparing the stage for dinner, a crowd of VIPs drank champagne and shifted from foot to foot to music from the DJ duo The Misshapes in the foyer of the theater.
- Oh my God, Stefan! I thought you wanted to set me up and you wouldn't come…
Lina said indignantly when the guy quickly approached their group.
- Hello everyone! Sorry, I'm late. I was getting ready for a long time, then I waited for my Uber for a long time, but here I am…
- You look incredible!
Another colleague noticed.
-Thanks!
-Eyeliner? And what a perfume! Yes, you are seriously prepared!
Lina said encouragingly, and then added a little more quietly, leaning slightly towards Stefan:
- This is all for Peters, right?
The guy was wearing an unbuttoned black silk shirt, and several pieces of jewelry around his neck hang loosely on his bare, inflated chest. Stefan chose a black leather jacket and classy slim fit pants, and patent leather boots completed the look. His short hair was lightly gelled, his lower eyelid was lined with eyeliner, and some skin irregularities were hidden with concealer.
- It's not for Peters; it's for everyone.
The brand's team laughed together.
A few minutes later, after emptying their glasses, Lina and Stefan finally decided to approach Fabian Peters, as always surrounded by models and fans.
- Mr. Peters, hello, my name is Lina, I'm a brand manager…
None of this mattered at all. Peters only saw a guy with short hair in a leather jacket standing next to the girl. Stefan caught the photographer's gaze on himself and looked him straight in the face.
- Yes, it's very nice to meet you.
Without listening to the end, Peters answered slightly casually and held out his hand to Lina. Looking at Stefan with a slight squint, he asked for his name, and then looked at the girl more intently to let her finish her speech. Peters looked at the guy's unbuttoned shirt, then looked up and said:
- It's all very interesting…
Stefan squared his shoulders slightly and smiled out of the corner of his lips.
- Send me an email. My assistant Tyler will contact you. Cheers!
Then he raised his glass, turned to his friends, and continued chatting as if nothing had happened. Suddenly Stefan raised his voice:
- Mr. Peters…
This made the photographer look back.
- We both know that your assistant never checks an email filled with messages from fans and haters. Maybe I can get your number? We could meet for coffee or something.…
- Or something like? ...
- Umm… I mean, I have a serious offer.
Lina interrupted:
- Yes, Mr. Peters, we have a serious offer!
Peters had a slightly intrigued expression on his face and a glint in his aquamarine blue eyes. He blurted out his phone number without hesitation and, leaving, threw in "did you manage to write it down?".
"Yes, we did," Stefan replied triumphantly, but Peters was already engrossed in his boy toys again and did not hear it.
Two weeks later, when all the references were ready and the PR strategy was thought out, Stefan went to negotiate with Fabian Peters. Lina cunningly decided that sending a young and handsome guy would be more fruitful than if she went to this meeting.
It was a sunny and warm May day. To look more businesslike, Stefan simply put on a blazer over a white T-shirt. Blue jeans, Converse and a small neck ornament completed the look. When he entered a coffee shop on 5th Avenue, Peters was already sitting at a table and quietly drinking his coffee. Stefan was surprised by this, as he was used to all creatives being constantly late for meetings and events. Stefan joined him at the table.
Peters was wearing black skinny jeans and Dr. Martens boots, a black short-sleeve shirt with a psychedelic print, and his classic Ray Ban sunglasses were on the table.
Stefan ordered green tea and was ready to break into the discussion, but Peters blurted out:
- I'm glad to see you, you look great.
The guy did not expect this, smiled, and politely thanked him.
Throughout the meeting, while Stefan was showing printed documents and pictures on his laptop, Peters, although he listened to him quite attentively and asked professional questions, constantly held his gaze on the guy a little longer and more closely than at a typical presentation of a cooperation plan.
- Do you have any other questions?
the young PR man asked.
- Tell me about yourself.
the photographer replied.
Stefan looked thoughtful and said:
- Well, I was born and raised in Austin, loved to draw and play sports as a teenager. In high school I thought about a career in economics, but became interested in marketing and all sorts of business strategies. Then a friend decided to go to New York, and I wanted to go with him.
- Just a friend?
Fabian asked sarcastically.
- Okay, not just a friend, but my first boyfriend.
Peters' eyes twinkled with pride at his guess.
- And when did your parents find out that you were gay?
This question made the guy blush.
- Actually, when I was sixteen, I didn't erase the history in the browser, and Dad asked ‘who the fuck is this Tim Tales?!’
Both men laughed indecently loudly, which attracted the attention of all the cafe's visitors, most of whom were quietly working on laptops or reading.
"And what did he say when he found out?"
- Now we are on good terms, but then he stopped communicating with me for several months… You see, I wasn't some feminine boy who listens to Gaga and dreamt of becoming Taylor Swift's stylist. I'm an ordinary guy, a little creative, quite athletic, no one would have thought…
- ...That you love dick.
To some, such communication may seem inappropriate, many complained on Twitter about the photographer's vulgar remarks, Stefan was not one to be afraid of a penis joke. However, he still has nothing to answer and he decided to just take a sip of tea.
"What are your plans for the evening?" Peters asked, noticing that their cups were almost empty, which meant that it would soon be time to say goodbye. "If you want, we can go to my place. I live not far from here."
Stefan wondered about all the things he could have meant by this invitation, but he agreed anyway. Just in case, he texted Lina that the discussion of the project went well and now he is going with the photographer to his house to "establish a better contact." Only after sending the message, he realized how ambiguous it sounded.
A short walk two blocks later and they found themselves in Peters’ townhouse. Inside there were three floors and an exit to the backyard; the walls of almost every room were decorated with the works of the owner of the space. Gilded skulls, heavy leather-bound books, long phallic candles and statuettes of horses were interior decorations. Peters invited Stefan to go up to his office on the second floor. In the center of the room, a large abstraction hung on the wall; a black leather sofa stood in front of it, a small couch next to it; a dark red carpet covered the floor almost completely. In the corner of the liquor cabinet, Peters took out two glasses and asked: "What are you going to drink? I have whiskey, cognac, tequila, gin and some red wine here." The guest and the host agreed to the whiskey. Peters sat down on the couch and connected his phone to a portable speaker. Alternative pop-rock begins to sound in the room. They exchanged opinions about their favorite bands and musicians. Stefan took off his blazer and threw it on the back of the sofa before he sat down next to it. Now it was definitely impossible not to notice his beautiful toned arms and broad shoulders.
A couple of glasses of whiskey later, when all the participants of the spontaneous house party have relaxed, Peters asked Stefan:
- Do you by any chance want to be a model yourself?
The guy responded with a sneer; the photographer continued:
- You are tall, have an attractive face and years of doing sports.
Stefan, who had become slightly frivolous from bourbon, said through laughter:
- Are you saying that I'm hot?!
- Yes.
Peters retorted confidently.
- So you like my body?
- Yes.
Stefan laughed and abruptly took off his T-shirt, and then leaned back on the sofa with his head, spilling a drink on his jeans. Peters was mesmerized by the splendor of this guy. He pulled out his phone to capture the moment, and Stefan, as if reading his mind, shouted "do it". After taking a few photos, Peters took the glass from the guy and asked him to stand against a white wall; he took portraits in profile and full-face, waist-high and full-length. Even in simple pictures taken on a phone, Stefan looked like he'd been posing for magazines all his life. Peters imagined how many of his creative ideas he could implement, but it would all wait until the morning when they both sobered up. Meanwhile, dancing.
Stefan opened his eyes in his bed in an apartment in Williamsburg. He was wearing blue jeans and shoes, jewelry around his neck, but where was the T-shirt and jacket? He understood after a second and whispered "fuck,” then buried himself in his pillow. Rolling over on his back, he tried to remember how he got home and checked the Uber app where there was no information about his trips last night. But there were a lot of unanswered emails, missed calls, and messages from worried colleagues. He called Lina back:
- Hi! I'm sorry, I'm not feeling very well, I'm not coming to the office today.
- We've already figured it out here. Tell me, how was the meeting yesterday? Did he like the ideas? Is he in business?
- Too many questions for early morning.
- Early morning? It's 1 pm now!
- Shit.
- Exactly.
After a short silence, Stefan continued:
- We've agreed on everything, he's ready to shoot.
- Hooray!
Lina screamed so loudly that Stefan's ear hurt. She immediately publicly announced this news to the team and delighted the entire office.
- Great job! Well, besides that, how is his house? Did you do something fun?
- God, no. What are you thinking about? A couple of drinks…
- You don't sound like a couple of drinks, more like a couple dozen drinks.
- Haha stop! We just hung out a little bit and that's it, drank whiskey and I turned off the phone, forgetting to turn on the alarm clock. That's all!
In his heart, the guy remembered Peters’ words about a modeling career. Yesterday he was able to communicate so easily and in a friendly way with him, partied in his house and undressed in front of him. "It's stress and a mix of antidepressants and alcohol. It was supposed to be just a working relationship and nothing more," these thoughts brought tears to his eyes. Turning off the water, he began to carefully examine his body in the mirror, from which steam gradually disappeared, exposing more and more parts of the guy's body: his muscular chest, expressive shoulders, and embossed arms appeared in the reflection, then strong abs, V cut abs, and between them a hair path leading from the navel to the pubes, after that strong thighs and shins. Yes, his penis is also beautiful. The butt is tightened and elastic. On Fire Island, he would be the main character of all the parties. However, this is not his scene at all. Having met love at school, he wanted to spend his whole life with him.
"Hello! We hung out great yesterday, but you don't know how to drink at all haha. My assistant took you home. I hope you're okay," the first message from Peters, as the first warning.
"By the way, I was quite serious about the fact that you can be a cool model. Let me know if you want to do this, I'll help," the second message from Peters, as a signal of danger.
The photographer sent a third message with several pictures taken last night. They were unexpectedly good.
In the evening of the same day, after thinking over a bottle of red wine, Stefan replied to the messages:
"Hi Fabian! Thanks for yesterday. I agree to become a model. I will be glad to meet to discuss further cooperation."
And a second later he received an answer:
"Let's meet in an hour at my place? My assistant can pick you up if you don't mind."
Despite the fact that the time was approaching eleven in the evening, Stefan did not hesitate to agree. Forty minutes later, he was already sitting in a black BMW next to Tyler. Stefan was too drunk to remember him last night, but he was quite surprised that even Fabian's personal assistant looked like a model. Shoulder-length black hair, pierced eyebrow, lots of tattoos, and a pleasant smile.
Noticing that the route on the navigator did not lead at all to Peters' home, Stefan asked Tyler warily:
- Wait, where are we going?
- Fab wants to meet you at a nightclub… Didn't he say so?
- Nope.
- Call him and tell him if you don't want to.
Stefan was puzzled for a second, but he said anyway:
- It's OK, I haven't been to a nightclub in a long time, why not?
They entered an unremarkable two-story building, inside which naked girls were spinning under the ceiling and erotic films were shown on the screens above the bar. Going inside, Stefan saw a hall divided into booths with corduroy curtains that opened at the request of visitors when the show began on stage. The second floor was divided into balconies, some of them were already occupied, and from below you could clearly see what was happening there…
- Here you guys are!
Peters said with joy in his voice and hugged his assistant, and then extended his hand to Stefan. After that, Tyler left the men alone.
- Come on, I've booked one of the balconies for us.
As soon as they went upstairs, the curtain opened on the stage and the imposing presenter, wearing tuxedo and jockstrap, announced that it is not permitted to take videos and photos throughout the evening, but everything else is fine. Immediately after, one number was replaced by another: female dancers performed cancan without underwear, then a girl stuck a dagger into her vagina and shot at the dancers. Peters looked away from the stage, just to make sure Stefan was enjoying the moment as much as he was. On the next balcony, one could see someone's rhythmically swaying ass, and from below, women's moans could be heard up to the second floor. Stefan felt aroused and Peters, as if reading his mind, gave him a passionate kiss. A minute later, the photographer's hand was wandering under the guy's shirt, two minutes later his shirt was completely unbuttoned and lay on the floor. Peters pulled away from Stefan's lips only to take off his slim-fit V-neck T-shirt. Peters is in great shape. It's hard to guess that he is already over fifty. Several tattoos perfectly decorate his body, and a heavy short silver chain visually highlights his collarbones.
"I want you," he whispered heavily in Stefan's ear before starting to kiss his neck. The guy gave in with his whole body, with deft hands unbuttoned Peters’ jeans, pulled off his underpants, and took his cock out.
"You're a smart guy! That's the trick," said the photographer.
"What about this trick?" Stefan asked seductively and took Peters’ cock in his mouth. Peters gave the guy a little time to get a taste and then put his hand on the back of Stefan's head and began to stick his mouth to the base of his penis. When the guy broke away from the blowjob, his mouth was wet and his eyes were full of tears due to the intensity of the process.
"You look like a little slut," Peters said, looking down.
"Maybe I am?" Stefan replied flirtatiously. Peters took his chin and pulled him towards him to reward him with a kiss. Wasting no time, Peters ran his hands into the guy's underpants. "What an ass!" he said enthusiastically, "let me see it." Peters turned Stefan around and put him on his knees on an armchair, slowly took off Stefan’s jeans along with his underwear and with undisguised desire appreciated the magnificent toned ass with a tight and slightly hairy hole in front of him. Peters knelt down and ran his tongue between Stefan's cheeks. Having brought the guy almost to the limit, he changed oral sex to penetration. Stefan did not resist, he spread his legs wider and became a power bottom. He looked away and noticed that almost everyone in the club was busy making love, and on the next balcony a girl was harshly strapping her boyfriend with a giant dildo. Stefan met the guy's eyes, and they winked at each other. Peters’ movements, meanwhile, became tougher and faster than at the beginning. "Where do you want me to cum?" Fabian asked with heavy breathing. "Into me," Stefan replied defiantly, and after a few seconds he was filled with a viscous, warm liquid.
In the morning, they were woken up by Peters’ personal assistant when he came to pick up clothes for the dry cleaners and was talking loudly on the phone, not knowing that someone was in the house.
"You didn't say Tyler had a key."
"You didn't say you were snoring."
The guys exchanged sleepy remarks without opening their eyes and laughed softly. Stefan again did not remember how he ended up in bed, this time not in his own, but he remembered perfectly well what preceded it, and the pleasant pain in his body reminded him of it. He got out of bed and pulled his arms up and then to the sides. For this, Peters opened his eyes, and the guy smiled at him and went to look for a bathroom. Thinking that he had already left, Stefan ran into Tyler in the hallway holding several suitcases in his hands. The assistant obviously did not expect this meeting, but after his gaze slid over the naked body of the guy, many questions disappeared by themselves. He said the banal "Hello! How are you? I'm so glad to see you," as he had a thousand times before when he found himself in a similar situation. Perhaps there was even a separate item in his training manual for such cases at work, but this is just gossip. Stefan awkwardly greeted him back and Tyler, guessing where the guy was heading, pointed him in the direction with his index finger with a silver ring on it. While taking a shower, Stefan wondered what the other guys Peters had been with would be thinking at this moment. Had his boyfriend Brian been here? Did he moan under Peters as loudly as Stefan did at the club yesterday? Did Peters cum in his ass and then come home to sleep with Stefan as if nothing had happened?
The guy told Peters that he needed to go, dressed quickly, and left the photographer's house.
- Do you know by any chance, has he already chosen who he wants to shoot?
Lina asked.
- How should I know? Why are you even asking me?
Stefan replied a little irritably.
- Hey, relax! I'm just asking. You're on better terms with him than the rest of us.
- I'm not in any relationship with him at all, okay? I don't know any more than you do!
- Okay.
Lina decided not to continue the conversation in a raised voice and buried her face in her laptop.
- I'm sorry, okay? You know, I was delighted with this collaboration with him from the very beginning.
- I know everyone is nervous about this, and he also keeps most of what he is going to do on set a secret.
"Hello! I've decided that your debut in front of the camera will be an advertising campaign for Voltage. When will you inform your colleagues?" This message made Stefan pause right in the middle of the grocery store. After gathering his thoughts a little, he wrote: "First tell me the concept of this shoot and who else will be filming."
"Dinner?"
"Not today”
Peters sent a photo of him seductively licking a knife and caption: "You rejected this invite without knowing that your ass was for dinner."
This made Stefan laugh.
"Lol you’re so silly."
"Did that make you cancel your plans and come to dinner with me?"
In the evening, Peters was incredibly serious and cold when he told him his concept of the photo shoot. The photographer greeted the guy with a friendly hug and after small talk moved on to discuss the project. Stefan was expecting a romantic dinner, not a business one, but when he saw Peters' eyes full of sparkle, he was not disappointed that he agreed to come. The artist's story about his favorite business took Stefan to other worlds, but the phrase "you have a sporty body, so I see you wearing low-rise jeans, maybe even unbuttoned so that you can see a little bit of pubes" brought him back to reality. "I wonder how your friends at Voltage will react to this," Peters added and laughed.
In the morning, Stefan brought a printed list of models to the office and silently put it on Lina's desk. "He chose you! Oh God, I can't breathe, get me some water. People, look at this! Peters chose our Stefan to be his model.” The whole office started passing the list from hand to hand, and surprise and delight covered them one by one.
Filming was scheduled to begin at 8 a.m. at the Spring Street studio. About fifty people were preparing set design and lighting, connecting technical equipment. Ten more people were doing makeup, hair and nails for five models—three guys and two girls. Two hours later, everyone was ready. The hair stylist even trimmed the pubic hair of one of the male models because they stuck out of low-rise jeans in an ugly way. There was only one thing left, the most important person, who, according to his assistant, had just finished breakfast and was in no great hurry to shoot.
"How's it going, babe? Is everything ready? Are you ready?", suddenly Stefan received a message from Peters.
"Where the hell are you?!"
Immediately after sending this message, the film crew made a noise and cheered up, as Fabian Peters entered the set. He hasn't done anything yet, but people have already greeted him like a star who came out on his twentieth bow.
He quickly checked his camera and took some test shots. According to the photographer's idea, models should stand on their toes on seemingly hot beach sand in almost ballet poses, while snow falls on them from above from a thundercloud and cherry blossom trees stand behind them. This season the Voltage brand decided to enter the Asian market, and the marketing team came up with such a way to play with it.
Having finished with the technical part, Peters checked on the main characters. He approved the images of the girls without any changes. They have different styles of fitted knee-length dresses, the black girl has gold and her hair is combed back, the white one has silver, and her hair is cut in a strict square. Fabian looked at the guys for a long time, silently. The Asian guy is wearing a business suit: a shirt with a tie and business trousers, but instead of a blazer, a military jacket. Peters ordered him to get rid of his shirt and put his tie on his head. The guy from Russia is wearing low-rise jeans and a jacket with ruffles on his naked body. Stefan is wearing briefs and a vest, jewelry, and boots just below the knee. All models are liberally smeared with body oil. When Peters reached him, he couldn't help but smile devilishly in anticipation of the exciting process. Then he moved a little further away to assess the guy's appearance and, after a minute of reflection, he said to Stefan, pointing to the Russian: "Give him your vest." Stefan immediately took off his top and gave it to the guy. "Should I put on his jacket?" he asked with a little excitement. "No, you're just going to stay like this, and maybe take off your briefs. I want you to stand in the center in diamonds and boots and nothing else. "It seems everyone on the set was a little shocked, but not surprised. That was the case with Brian and Stefan thought about it for a second, but after looking at the huge team of people around and thinking about colleagues from the brand, their long negotiations with Peters, and how hard this cooperation was for them, he decided that canceling the photo shoot would be a terrible shock for everyone and took off his underwear.
The shooting lasted for several hours and during this time Stefan lost any embarrassment. He was also surprised at how prosaically everyone reacted to his nudity, as if his dick and balls aren't out. Maybe they would jerk off in the evening remembering it, but no one was interested in someone's genitals in the workflow. Moreover, Peters constantly rearranged the models in places and the movement director put them in increasingly difficult poses, which made their joints ache. Add to this the constant need to keep your face and not the warmest temperature in the studio.
Around two o'clock in the morning, the long-awaited "done" sounded and everyone began to cheerfully applaud. The participants in the process left the site one by one, and when only the technical team and Tyler remained, Peters approached Stefan.
"You handled yourself well in front of the camera today… And your jewelry down there looked great, very massive," said the photographer, smiling from the right corner of his lips.
"Thanks! I am glad to receive such feedback about my work, full of attention to detail," the guy sarcastically retorted. They both laughed. Peters looked away, and then looked into Stefan's eyes.: "Do you want to come to my place?" They spent the rest of the night together.
At least a thousand people gathered at the luxury hotel for the presentation of the new Voltage advertising campaign—celebrities and representatives of the press, investors and high spenders, bloggers and influencers. The main characters of the advertisement, the models, were also present in full force. No one knew them yesterday, but today, provocative pictures stirred up the Internet. Twitter mercilessly discussed the new characters of the gossip columns, the personality and reputation of the photographer, and the latest collection of the brand. Some users searched the web for an uncensored version and it mysteriously appeared for several hours, but that was enough for the tabloids and thirsty gays to save it and share it. People had been actively commenting online about Stefan and his relationship with Peters, his body and face, past and present. Interest in the guy was fueled by the fact that he does not have any profiles on social networks and that's it; no one could even find out his last name. All we could find were a few pictures with the sports team in high school.
Stefan himself appeared in front of the photographers in a classic black Voltage suit holding hands with Fabian Peters dressed in the same suit of a slightly different style. A person who happened to come to this party might think that this was their wedding. "There is no secret, he is my muse," the photographer proudly and pompously told reporters.
Lina and colleagues congratulated Stefan. Now he was not only a proactive employee, but also a sales engine. Boots for six thousand dollars and jewelry for thirteen, dressed on the guy in famous photographs, sold out in an hour. "Fabian Peters knows how to place accents correctly. Using the male body as a canvas, he placed objects on it that everyone now wants," Lady’s Wear Daily wrote.
The party continued at Fabian's house. On the way to it, Stefan and Peters asked Tyler to stop the car to get out and look at the billboard advertising Voltage in midtown Manhattan.
At least twenty people came to the afters, only five of them girls—incredibly thin and in daring mini. A little after one o'clock in the morning, when bumps and bubbles began to hit, many decided to get rid of their clothes, and some were already roaming with their hands and tongues over each other's bodies.
"There you are!" Peters exclaimed when he noticed Stefan and pinned him against the wall, gagging him with a kiss. "We're finally alone." Dawn was slowly coloring outside the window. Stefan took a silk handkerchief from the back pocket of his jeans and teasingly draped it over Peters’ eyes, holding it with his hand. "Oh yes, go on," the photographer sobbed. The guy slowly lowered the cloth over Peters’ neck and began to pull it off slowly, then made a sharp movement and almost immediately deprived him of the opportunity to breathe. Peters tried to free himself, but Stefan didn't train his arms so much for nothing. After a few seconds, the photographer lost the creation from lack of air, and the guy slowly put Peters on the carpet. By this point, the blood-red sun was illuminating the room.
