I heard the urgency in Tim's voice and guessed he had something special lined up. If he was excited, then I guessed it was my good luck he'd thought of me. Tim was rarely wrong in determininig what was 'hot' and what was not and it had made me a star. Short notice work like he was offering paid extremely well and I didn't want to let him down. Besides, I was as horny as hell and had been thinking about organising a couple of chicks for the evening.

"No problem, Timmy. Who's the girl?" I asked him, hoping it was a real fox.

"Er...uh...I can't really talk at the moment, buddy. I just guarantee you won't be disappointed," he replied and I noticed he'd lowered his voice and it sounded like he was shielding the phone. That intrigued me...and worried me!

"It better not be a dog!" I warned him.

"No! No! Nothin' like that!" he jumped in quickly. "Honestly, Pete, you'll get a real buzz out of it, I think. Its just," and he lowered his voice again, "I can't talk right now. See you around two?"

"Okay, Timbo. But you better not be crapping me," I responded and hung up with his protestations still echoing down the line. I looked at my watch. It was one. I had an hour to have a shower, get ready and get to the studio. I was going to have to hurry. I went into my en-suite, pulling my tee-shirt off and throwing it into the laundry basket. Then I stepped out of my shorts and they followed the shirt. I never wore underwear and stood naked in front of the wall mirror. I was pleased with what I saw. ......(cont)