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Again, in writing about this experience I am very curious to learn:
- Where I Fucked Up with Juliet?
- How should I have played it with Juliet to have seduced her back then?
- How DO you Game & Seduce a Female of this Archetype - for future opportunities with Girls like Her?
Following up from where we left off - Juliet and I were on our way to visit the Famous Underground Sculptor and photograph his work before creating our Nude Set together later in the week…
So I planned to drive her to the Sculptor’s Studio since it was far away, and I was hoping to get some one-on-one time together - but she got pissy with the idea (or how I proposed it) and said she’d meet me there instead.
“Ok.”
Arriving a bit early, I became nervous asking myself - “What the Fuck am I doing, or supposed to do with this girl?”
I tried getting a-hold of the Sculptors Assistant to get a head-start before Juliet arrived - but the Assistant didn’t answer. The Studio’s door was locked and no one was there.
Not a good sign when you are trying to impress a girl with your efficacy or planning.
I tried calling the Assistant once more but again there was NO ANSWER.
(Quite coincidental - at the time of writing this - the show I am currently working at is just next door to this Sculptor’s Studio!! - weird…)
So Juliet showed up with a bubbly “Hello” pulling out her Digital Camera and gear from the car with excitement…
We hugged this time and those real breasts of hers felt really good squeezing against my chest.
But it also felt a bit disappointing given what we had previously discussed over coffee.
With her by her car, I brought up driving separately thing again.
She said she had to drive separate because she had something at 4.
I naively replied - “Ohh, you mean like a shoot or something? “
She winced with - “Something like that…”
Which set-off in the back of my mind - “what is she going to? - a Porno or something? Or is she meeting some guy who is a “client”?? A client - if you know what I mean.” And then if I recall correctly I swear I saw black S&M clothing in back seat of her car??
But, I shrugged it off…
So I tried the Assistant once again - and NO FUCKING ANSWER!!
And I started to get really nervous. And I tried to cover it up by blurting our series of “Interview” questions to Juliet. She became a bit sour remarking - “Boy, you ask a lot of questions!”
And that shut me up for a moment. And then she got kinda bitchy and sarcastic…Which made me reactive.
An awkward silence ensued until she filled the void by telling me how she had lived in Chatworth when she first moved to Los Angeles, and liked the hiking it had to offer.
By the way - Chatsworth by the way is where they use to shoot all the old 70’s and 80’s Pornos. It’s where P.T. Anderson shot most of Boogie Nights, based on the John Holmes experience and Punch Drunk Love too…
Then there was a long silence and she asked about what was going on with the Sculptor. I admitted I was having trouble getting the Assistant and she let out a “huff.” Then reminded me - “Well I only have ‘til 4 so??”
SO, I called the Assistant again - And NO Mutha-Fucking ANSWER!!!
There was more awkward silence as she stood there with her arms crossed becoming more displeased...
The tension built until I folded with - “Hey listen, I’m sorry but I don’t think this is going to happen. You can take off early to your thing at 4 if you want.”
She snapped - “Really?? Really, you made me drive an hour all the way out here to just tell me to go home…”
She got pretty disgusted and began packing her camera and gear back in the car. I became a bit apologetic saying - “Hey sorry. We’re still on for the shoot Sunday -right??”
She bounced back with an apoplectic - “Yeah, we’re still on for Sunday…”
I was like - “Okay, well then see you Sunday then.”
As she slammed her car door…backed out…and sped off.
And I was Like “FUCK…”
And then guess who shows up??
The God-Damned Sculptor’s Assistant!
And like a carless Ditz she says - “Ohhhhh, sorry, I totally forgot to turn my phone back on…”
Despite all my planning before hand to have this scheduled for Juliet and I…
I did end up shooting the Sculptor’s work by myself but the damage with Juliet was done.
And so NOW we end up at the EPIC, Erotic yet very painful, awkward and disturbing NUDE shoot!!!
Juliet arrived she was “COLD as ICE.”
Very polite and professional but think:
I paired her up with my Buddy’s Sister who acted as her Assistant. My Buddy acted as my Camera Assistant. She privately undressed and came out with a robe where there was “small talk” as we headed up to the roof to begin shooting her with the Vintage 1930’sign. I set up and…
WHOOSH - the robe flew OFF revealing that Delicious Body IN PERSON!
She had cream skin with just enough color… Her REAL breasts were really great… and she had those perfect curves of Bettie Page with a nicely trimmed furry landing strip.
YET she acted really weird about it. And She made this really contentious effort to not open her legs in ANY WAY. Like walking funny and so on…and, I couldn’t help but scan her body for possible Fuck Bruises in a very clandestine way…
However her mood seemed to lighten up a bit as we flowed into the Set.
SEE there’s this major intersection where a highway streams out next to the base of this historical building. And there is always a traffic jam. Especially since the road forks-off to Downtown and Sunset Blvd.
So there were TONS of people witnessing this extremely attractive woman being photographed NAKED on the roof of this building - with the very visible Vintage Billboard.
AND she was LOVING every minute of it!
During this roof experience I couldn’t help but think - “Man, I’d love to have Juliet as my Girlfriend.”
And “How could I get a such an adventurous sexy girl like Juliet as my Girlfriend??”
(Now would she be a good Girlfriend? - who really knows - but that was my thought process at the time.)
So Juliet became more comfortable as we went inside for the - “Juliet’s Skeleton in the Closet” set.
She was casually chatting with my Creative Buddy about hair, and hair products because he’s a Latino with pretty great hair. Then she threw out - “I know alotta guys who go to sleep with hair gel still in their hair…”
I found this statement to be a bit odd. Or maybe I was just being neurotic. But I took it as: “I know many guys who - who I’ve slept with - who go to sleep with hair gel still in their hair…”
Then she started talking about going out the night before where she met up with a “Friend” visiting from out of town…And hoe they attended an Art Show together. She said she drank a little too much and didn’t feel well, so she stayed with the “Friend” until about 3am when she felt better and then went home… Then at Home She got on some weird kick about cleaning her new apartment ‘til dawn or something…”
I didn’t inquire about the “Friend.” But again, I imagined it might actually be a “Friend-Dude” who was visiting from out of town - fucked the shit out of her until 3am - and then she decided to not sleep over with him… As to why she cleaned her apartment ‘til dawn - you got me there???
“Ahhh, whatever” - as the Critical Drinker would say!
So my Buddy’s place was sweltering because this was in late August where it’s typically over 90 degrees.
And his Historic place didn’t have A/C. Juliet and I prepped for our next set-up - “Juliet Plays With Guns” - one of my Buddy’s ideas, and by this time she was profusely sweating.
It was Erotic as Fuck!
Beads of sweat were dripping off the bottom of her breasts.
Sweat was flowing down her stomach and waist to her furry landing strip and “very crossed legs.”
I became lightheaded just observing her from through the camera lens. It was almost like I was 13 years old seeing my first Playboy Playmate spread - but IN PERSON…
Then I noticed the Fuck Bruises!
A bitemark on her left breast. Strong Handprints around her ankles. Perhaps a rope-mark around her thigh, and a couple of fingerprints on her thick ass…
Seeing these bruises were - in a way - arousing, but then painful and disappointing at the same time.
Finally Juliet and I performed the last set-up with the 1920’ bathtub filled with cottonballs. This was shot in a tight space where I’d have to close the door and only she and I would be together. She was ok with it, but whipped out her phone and began recording as we shot. And again she kept those legs pretty damn tight - even though I really wasn’t trying to see anything.
I felt really weird about she videoing the Set… I felt as if she were recording to make sure I didn’t do anything weird or inappropriate.
Anyway, I ran out of Film and said - “That’s a wrap!”
She leapt out of the bathtub and swooped away with my Buddy’s sister to get dressed.
I told I’d be downstairs by her car ready with her $cash when she was done.
She arrived down at the car moments later as I gave her the $cash and went in for a hug. She answered the attempt with a weird open side arm around the back with a pat kinda thing - preserving her space.
Then thinking quote “as a gentleman” I opened her car door for She and her stuff…
She was like - “I can get my own door, thanks…” (Ouch…)
And I finished the experience with an invitation again for that Personal Studio Tour she had been so interested in at coffee.
She politely said - “we’ll see,” but was very cold about it.
And off she took…
A couple days later I text her asking about the Tour.
She text back “No, not interested, thanks.”
I became reactive and text something like - “Well, ok that’s fine, I have plenty of other models and talent who I can take on a tour…”
And that was the END of “Juliet and I”
Or so I thought…
And, it actually gets more complicated and salacious from here!
IN PART 3
- Where I Fucked Up with Juliet?
- How should I have played it with Juliet to have seduced her back then?
- How DO you Game & Seduce a Female of this Archetype - for future opportunities with Girls like Her?
Following up from where we left off - Juliet and I were on our way to visit the Famous Underground Sculptor and photograph his work before creating our Nude Set together later in the week…
So I planned to drive her to the Sculptor’s Studio since it was far away, and I was hoping to get some one-on-one time together - but she got pissy with the idea (or how I proposed it) and said she’d meet me there instead.
“Ok.”
Arriving a bit early, I became nervous asking myself - “What the Fuck am I doing, or supposed to do with this girl?”
I tried getting a-hold of the Sculptors Assistant to get a head-start before Juliet arrived - but the Assistant didn’t answer. The Studio’s door was locked and no one was there.
Not a good sign when you are trying to impress a girl with your efficacy or planning.
I tried calling the Assistant once more but again there was NO ANSWER.
(Quite coincidental - at the time of writing this - the show I am currently working at is just next door to this Sculptor’s Studio!! - weird…)
So Juliet showed up with a bubbly “Hello” pulling out her Digital Camera and gear from the car with excitement…
We hugged this time and those real breasts of hers felt really good squeezing against my chest.
But it also felt a bit disappointing given what we had previously discussed over coffee.
With her by her car, I brought up driving separately thing again.
She said she had to drive separate because she had something at 4.
I naively replied - “Ohh, you mean like a shoot or something? “
She winced with - “Something like that…”
Which set-off in the back of my mind - “what is she going to? - a Porno or something? Or is she meeting some guy who is a “client”?? A client - if you know what I mean.” And then if I recall correctly I swear I saw black S&M clothing in back seat of her car??
But, I shrugged it off…
So I tried the Assistant once again - and NO FUCKING ANSWER!!
And I started to get really nervous. And I tried to cover it up by blurting our series of “Interview” questions to Juliet. She became a bit sour remarking - “Boy, you ask a lot of questions!”
And that shut me up for a moment. And then she got kinda bitchy and sarcastic…Which made me reactive.
An awkward silence ensued until she filled the void by telling me how she had lived in Chatworth when she first moved to Los Angeles, and liked the hiking it had to offer.
By the way - Chatsworth by the way is where they use to shoot all the old 70’s and 80’s Pornos. It’s where P.T. Anderson shot most of Boogie Nights, based on the John Holmes experience and Punch Drunk Love too…
Then there was a long silence and she asked about what was going on with the Sculptor. I admitted I was having trouble getting the Assistant and she let out a “huff.” Then reminded me - “Well I only have ‘til 4 so??”
SO, I called the Assistant again - And NO Mutha-Fucking ANSWER!!!
There was more awkward silence as she stood there with her arms crossed becoming more displeased...
The tension built until I folded with - “Hey listen, I’m sorry but I don’t think this is going to happen. You can take off early to your thing at 4 if you want.”
She snapped - “Really?? Really, you made me drive an hour all the way out here to just tell me to go home…”
She got pretty disgusted and began packing her camera and gear back in the car. I became a bit apologetic saying - “Hey sorry. We’re still on for the shoot Sunday -right??”
She bounced back with an apoplectic - “Yeah, we’re still on for Sunday…”
I was like - “Okay, well then see you Sunday then.”
As she slammed her car door…backed out…and sped off.
And I was Like “FUCK…”
And then guess who shows up??
The God-Damned Sculptor’s Assistant!
And like a carless Ditz she says - “Ohhhhh, sorry, I totally forgot to turn my phone back on…”
Despite all my planning before hand to have this scheduled for Juliet and I…
I did end up shooting the Sculptor’s work by myself but the damage with Juliet was done.
And so NOW we end up at the EPIC, Erotic yet very painful, awkward and disturbing NUDE shoot!!!
Juliet arrived she was “COLD as ICE.”
Very polite and professional but think:
I paired her up with my Buddy’s Sister who acted as her Assistant. My Buddy acted as my Camera Assistant. She privately undressed and came out with a robe where there was “small talk” as we headed up to the roof to begin shooting her with the Vintage 1930’sign. I set up and…
WHOOSH - the robe flew OFF revealing that Delicious Body IN PERSON!
She had cream skin with just enough color… Her REAL breasts were really great… and she had those perfect curves of Bettie Page with a nicely trimmed furry landing strip.
YET she acted really weird about it. And She made this really contentious effort to not open her legs in ANY WAY. Like walking funny and so on…and, I couldn’t help but scan her body for possible Fuck Bruises in a very clandestine way…
However her mood seemed to lighten up a bit as we flowed into the Set.
SEE there’s this major intersection where a highway streams out next to the base of this historical building. And there is always a traffic jam. Especially since the road forks-off to Downtown and Sunset Blvd.
So there were TONS of people witnessing this extremely attractive woman being photographed NAKED on the roof of this building - with the very visible Vintage Billboard.
AND she was LOVING every minute of it!
During this roof experience I couldn’t help but think - “Man, I’d love to have Juliet as my Girlfriend.”
And “How could I get a such an adventurous sexy girl like Juliet as my Girlfriend??”
(Now would she be a good Girlfriend? - who really knows - but that was my thought process at the time.)
So Juliet became more comfortable as we went inside for the - “Juliet’s Skeleton in the Closet” set.
She was casually chatting with my Creative Buddy about hair, and hair products because he’s a Latino with pretty great hair. Then she threw out - “I know alotta guys who go to sleep with hair gel still in their hair…”
I found this statement to be a bit odd. Or maybe I was just being neurotic. But I took it as: “I know many guys who - who I’ve slept with - who go to sleep with hair gel still in their hair…”
Then she started talking about going out the night before where she met up with a “Friend” visiting from out of town…And hoe they attended an Art Show together. She said she drank a little too much and didn’t feel well, so she stayed with the “Friend” until about 3am when she felt better and then went home… Then at Home She got on some weird kick about cleaning her new apartment ‘til dawn or something…”
I didn’t inquire about the “Friend.” But again, I imagined it might actually be a “Friend-Dude” who was visiting from out of town - fucked the shit out of her until 3am - and then she decided to not sleep over with him… As to why she cleaned her apartment ‘til dawn - you got me there???
“Ahhh, whatever” - as the Critical Drinker would say!
So my Buddy’s place was sweltering because this was in late August where it’s typically over 90 degrees.
And his Historic place didn’t have A/C. Juliet and I prepped for our next set-up - “Juliet Plays With Guns” - one of my Buddy’s ideas, and by this time she was profusely sweating.
It was Erotic as Fuck!
Beads of sweat were dripping off the bottom of her breasts.
Sweat was flowing down her stomach and waist to her furry landing strip and “very crossed legs.”
I became lightheaded just observing her from through the camera lens. It was almost like I was 13 years old seeing my first Playboy Playmate spread - but IN PERSON…
Then I noticed the Fuck Bruises!
A bitemark on her left breast. Strong Handprints around her ankles. Perhaps a rope-mark around her thigh, and a couple of fingerprints on her thick ass…
Seeing these bruises were - in a way - arousing, but then painful and disappointing at the same time.
Finally Juliet and I performed the last set-up with the 1920’ bathtub filled with cottonballs. This was shot in a tight space where I’d have to close the door and only she and I would be together. She was ok with it, but whipped out her phone and began recording as we shot. And again she kept those legs pretty damn tight - even though I really wasn’t trying to see anything.
I felt really weird about she videoing the Set… I felt as if she were recording to make sure I didn’t do anything weird or inappropriate.
Anyway, I ran out of Film and said - “That’s a wrap!”
She leapt out of the bathtub and swooped away with my Buddy’s sister to get dressed.
I told I’d be downstairs by her car ready with her $cash when she was done.
She arrived down at the car moments later as I gave her the $cash and went in for a hug. She answered the attempt with a weird open side arm around the back with a pat kinda thing - preserving her space.
Then thinking quote “as a gentleman” I opened her car door for She and her stuff…
She was like - “I can get my own door, thanks…” (Ouch…)
And I finished the experience with an invitation again for that Personal Studio Tour she had been so interested in at coffee.
She politely said - “we’ll see,” but was very cold about it.
And off she took…
A couple days later I text her asking about the Tour.
She text back “No, not interested, thanks.”
I became reactive and text something like - “Well, ok that’s fine, I have plenty of other models and talent who I can take on a tour…”
And that was the END of “Juliet and I”
Or so I thought…
And, it actually gets more complicated and salacious from here!
IN PART 3
