Sex and the city

Chapter 6 Guys who love to sleep with models (1)
When Gregory Rock strolled into the Bowery's bar last Friday night, there was an almost negligible commotion.He's a filmmaker, having directed some controversial films like "GRF" and "The Monkees."Mr. Rock, wearing a tattered tweed jacket, bowed his head, surrounded by six young girls.These girls are all newcomers to well-known modeling agencies, all under the age of 21, and two of them are even only 16 years old.None of the girls had seen Mr. Rock's movie--they hadn't even tried to.

Standing beside the gang like left and right guardians are two model freaks - Jack and Ben.They are all in their early 30s and make private investments.One has big buck teeth, the other has hedgehog-like hair, but otherwise nothing special.

It seems that these people get along very well.The girls all smiled decently, and Mr. Rock sat on a leather bench, hugging a few girls from left to right.The other two young men sat in chairs near the corridor, as if they were always on the lookout for nerds trying to strike up a conversation with Mr. Rock, or lechers coveting models—the latter were far more annoying.

Mr. Rock leaned forward, trying to join the conversation of the girls.Two young men were also very active.However, the real situation may not be as harmonious as it seems on the surface.If you look closely at these girls, you can see that they have elongated faces like big mothers, and they look very bored.They couldn't find any common topics with Roque, and they didn't even bother to answer him.But everyone sitting here is here with a purpose, so they are trying their best to pretend.They sat bored, posing charmingly.After a while, they went to Tano in Mr. Rock's stretch limousine.Mr. Rock danced listlessly with the girls for a while, and felt so bored that he went home by himself.The girls stayed in the club for a while longer, taking some drugs.Jack the Hedgehog grabbed one of the girls and said, "You little slut." She followed him home.Jack gave her more drugs, and she gave him some tongue-in-cheek service.

This scene plays out every night in New York City.In restaurants and nightclubs, you can always find beautiful models migrating to New York like migratory birds, and men like Jack and Ben circling around them.These men are veterans, and they find them with ease, take them to dinner, date them, and enjoy them to varying degrees.These models are crazy.

Model freaks are a unique breed.They're one step away from a satyr who sleeps with anything that wears a skirt.Model freaks have no interest in women in general, they are only addicted to models.They are infatuated with their beauty, but despise everything other than beauty. "They're stupid, superficial, worthless, slutty sluts," Jack commented.There is another world for model freaks.They have their own "planets" (Nobu's, The Bowery, Flora, Tobacco, Tano, Fair, and Cosmopolitan), "satellites" (apartments that agencies rent to models near Union Square) And their "muse" (Linda, Naomi, Christie, Al, Brigitte and other model ladies).

Welcome to their world.This is no holy place.

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Not just any man can be a model freak. "To get a model, you have to be handsome, rich, or artistic," Buckley said.He was a popular artist, with short blond hair trimmed into a stylish bob, as delicate as Botticelli's angels.He lives in a loft in Soho, and his parents pay the rent and other daily expenses for him.His father is a well-known business tycoon in Minneapolis, so Barkley can be regarded as lucky.You know, being a model requires capital—club drinks, dinners, taxi fares from one club to another, and drugs—usually marijuana, and occasionally heroin and cocaine.Of course, it takes a lot of time.Buckley's parents thought he was concentrating on creating, but in fact his schedule was full of appointments with models from morning till night.

"Honestly, I'm kind of confused by these models," Barkley said.He was naked from the top to the bottom in leather pants and walked around his room.He had just washed his hair and what appeared to be a few strands of chest hair on his chest.Models love him.They thought he was handsome and nice. "You've got to chase them like normal girls," he said, lighting a cigarette. "No matter the situation, you have to have the guts to go straight for the hottest girl—or you're screwed. It's like being fucked." For the same reason you can't show fear when surrounded by dogs."

The phone rang, and it was Hannah.She is doing a photoshoot in Amsterdam.Buckley turned on the speakerphone.Her voice was lonely, as if she was drunk. "I miss you baby," she moaned, and it sounded like a molting snake wriggling, "if you were here now, I'd take that thing of yours down my throat. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm I love it, baby."

"See?" Buckley stroked his hair while lighting a joint, "I'm having fun with you, baby."

"There are two kinds of model freaks—those who have already got it and those who are about to get it," says Colt Felske, author of The Shallow Man.The protagonists of this novel are men who are keen on hunting models.

The ones with the most talent are the supermodel freaks—they only go for the top models, like Al Macpherson, Bridget Hall, or Naomi Campbell. "Models are everywhere you go, whether it's Paris, Milan, Rome," Mr Felske said. "These men are big names in the modeling world, they tease them, they torture them. , One sentence can make someone popular or block someone."

But not all model maniacs can do this.In Manhattan, as long as you have money, you can get the attention of young models.George and his partner Charlie are a good example.Every night the two of them would bring a group of models to dinner, up to twelve at a time.

George and Charlie looked like they were Central European or Middle Eastern, but they were actually from New Jersey.They do import and export trade, and they are worth tens of millions before they are 30 years old.

"Charlie never sleeps with models," laughs George, spinning around in his leather executive chair with a huge mahogany writing desk in front of him.His office is covered with ornate oriental rugs and original works of famous artists hang on the walls.George doesn't mind having sex with the model. "It's just a sport," he said.

“Models are nothing more than a trophy to these people,” Mr. Felske asserted. “They’re either trying to make up for a low self-esteem, or they’re just being cocky.”

A year ago, George blew up a 19-year-old model's belly.He had known her for less than five weeks then.They now have a nine-month-old son.He never saw her, and she asked him for $50 a month in child support, a $[-] life insurance policy, and $[-] worth of college funds. "That's a little too much, don't you think?" George asked, laughing, his gums covered with gray tartar.

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So what does it take to navigate the modeling world like George? "These girls are all coming together, all crowded in the model apartment." Barkley explained, "They are a small group, they go out in groups, and going alone makes them feel insecure. This is for men. For example, you may be too scared to strike up a conversation."

"But from another point of view, it's also good for you. If there are twenty models in the same place, then the girl you want to pursue is just one of many beautiful women, and your chances of winning will be better. Think Think about it, if there is only one model, she must be the most eye-catching in the crowd, and she will definitely think highly of herself because of this, so it is not easy to succeed. But if you choose one from a group of beauties, the chosen one will definitely be Be smug and even thank you for making her feel better than everyone else."

So, the trick is to get to know one of them first, and the best way to do that is to start with a mutual friend. "Once you get a chance to hook up with a model," Mr. Felske said, "then your spring will come right away."

Three years ago, George ran into an old acquaintance from middle school at a nightclub.She was with a headhunter from a modeling agency at the time.So he met some models as a matter of course.He brought marijuana, so the models took him to their apartments.They played until seven in the morning, and he had sex with one of them.The next day, she agreed to meet him again on the condition that she bring other girls with her.So George took them to dinner.The next progress is like duck to water. "That's the way I was," said George.

(End of this chapter)