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A story from my early fashion production days...
Once upon a time, I was with Ogee and Robert... and a buncha models in the fair isle of Marinduque. We were stuck there for a week or so for a show of some sort... the details escape me... but the stories from that trip will never fade.
One night I was sitting on the beach and contemplating life when I see a figure stumble out of the darkness. As it got closer I realized it was one of our makeup artists and he was cut, scratched and bleeding. I was like... WTF?!? What the hell happened to you?!? After asking for a bottle of alcohol he relates his lovely tale...
So yes it was a boring night and he decided to amuse himself with a stroll in the dark with another makeup artist. As they were walking down the beach they spot this strapping young man walking up to them and as they get together... words are exchanged... and the other makeup artist retires with the stud to a nearby abandoned hut for some loving. Clearly miffed, our hero(ine?) decides to not miss out on the fun and searches the hut's walls for an opening so he can practice a little voyeurism. Apparently the thought of doing this in pitch darkness did not occur to him... so whilst searching he falls into a ditch beside the hut... stumbles over... crashes through the thin plywood wall and ends up face to face with the boy's dick. As all parties are clearly taken aback... he saves the day by grabbing the manmember and shouting... "Mic test ... MIC TEST... ONE TWO THREE!!!"
Yes... that was a really good save... and I had to take another shower after rolling around in the sand while busting my gut for a good ten minutes.
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