No Regrets

Chapter 3

Manhattan, New York
Dave

"Shit!" I mumbled getting out the bed. I was like 35 minutes late. I went into my bathroom and hurriedly took care of my business. I can't believe I was about to be late to this shoot.

When I walked downstairs I scrunched up my face to see shawty eating cereal at my kitchen table. "You have to leave." She frowned her face all up and was getting ready to object but I shut that shit down real quick. "I really don't have the time for this right now. Get the hell out. I got shit to do." I saw she rolled her eyes and put the bowl in the sink before coming back up to my room to get her shit. She left and I pulled out my clothes.

I put on a quick all white crew neck and some true religion jeans with my white balenciagas. I grabbed a white hat, then my phone and keys and hurried out the door.

When I got to the little warehouse place I walked in and looked around.

"There you are!" A white lady yelled then pushed me to a room. "You have to get your hair cut and your beard touched up." I nodded and sat in the chair while a man came to start on my hair. As I was sitting in the chair, another woman came over with a little dresser on wheels.

"Mr. East, when you are done can you put on any of the white boxers? It doesn't matter which color the words are." I said a simple ok and waited for the man to be done giving me my haircut. He left the room and I changed into the boxers. They were all my size so I didn't have to worry about that. I wasn't sure if they wanted me to put my pants back on, but I did anyways. I walked out and saw the lady who brought me to the room. When she saw me, she put down her clipboard and walked to me.

"You look very nice. If you'd please follow me to the back." I followed her to where the background was. "Oh! We didn't get to formally meet, I'm Lindsay" I nodded and stood where she had told me to. I was kind of standing there awkwardly, I wasn't sure how to pose or whatever.

"No, no. Lindsay this is terrible." I heard some woman say.

"Ms. Arnaz, what are you doing here?" Lindsay asked. I was looking down while fixing my clothes as they talked.

"Clinton wanted me to come see how things were going over here. I didn't have any files so he told me to check this out" When I looked up I was shocked. It was that girl from the club.

"You." She said looking me up and down with her hand on her hip. I licked my lips and rubbed my hands. She was so damn bad, even in just some jeans. "Alright, come on. Give a side pose. Stick your hands in your pockets." I did like she said then stood straight. "Sag a little more. We wanna be able to see that its Calvin Klein." Again, I followed her directions and looked at the camera. "Take your hands out your pocket and hook them to the front of your jeans." I was a little confused and she demonstrated on herself. I nodded and hooked my hands to the front.

"Dave take your shirt off now. Do it slowly" the photographer was now talking and I just nodded at her and did as she said. After some shots she screamed out for a new background.

While they were putting up the props or whatever I was taking off my pants. They got a nigga in just his draws and shit. Like they ain't got other niggas in here. Gay ass shit.

I got back in front of the background in just my all white Calvin Klein boxers. I was starting to get in a lil groove as I posed and did my own thing. I was doing all the shit I usually do when I'm trying to get at a girl.

"Look sideways and close your eyes. Rest both your arms on top your head" when the photographer said that it was cool to open my eyes, I looked at shawty from the club. I caught her biting her lip. She looked at me and I smirked while she rolled her eyes. After a while I was finally done with this shoot and I put on my clothes. I was picking out pictures that I didn't like at all so that the selection choices would be easier to find the right pictures. I gave suggestions on which ones I liked the most and which should be where.