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I nervously waited in the Philadelphia International Airport baggage claim area for Angus Talbot to pass through from his return from three weeks in the Bahamas. That was half the time I’d been working for him, transferring from the Chicago office at his request. At twenty-five, I was in my first job following graduate school as a concept artist at a major architectural firm. I did artist renderings of big-ticket building projects my firm was working on. I was fully trained and licensed as an architect, having gotten my advanced degree from the University of Chicago, but my artist skills were the most in demand. I had financed my college by doing male modeling in Chicago. I hadn’t gotten back into that in Philadelphia yet, though.
I didn’t mind the wait itself in the airport. It was hot and steamy, nearly 100 degrees outside in this third week in August. But I was nervous about having been sent out to meet this plane. Talbot was a senior vice president in the Philadelphia office. He’d been in the Bahamas for three weeks helping to guide the construction of a hotel there. What I was nervous about, though, was what he’d revealed to me a week before he went out on this business trip. He’d said he’d asked for my transfer specifically because he wanted me to do more for him than paint concept pictures. He wanted me to lay down for him. Someone in the architecture department at the university had told him I would do that.
I’d laid down for men before. It’s hard for a male model to do that sort of work without doing so. The models are narcissistic to begin with to be that fussy with their bodies—and I certainly was—but laying down for photographers and commercial producers was...