Greene - Dude Looks Like a Lady

Dude Looks Like a Lady

Jack Greene

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Dude Looks Like a Lady

A Phaze Rocks short by

JACK GREENE

Dude Looks Like a Lady copyright 2009 by Jack Greene

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N o, out of the question! Orion barked into his cell phone, stabbing a finger at a picture. Her. No, Im not talking to you. I cant do another interview then, Ill be on a plane. Yeah, that one, too, he said, pointing at another picture in the spread out pile of headshots on his desk. No, Im picking models for my next shoot. Yeah. So cancel that interview, they hate me anyway. Fuck them. Yeah. He nodded to his assistant, Mary. That should be plenty. Wait. That one, too. He pointed at yet another exotic, dark-haired beauty.

But sir began Mary, a plump, graying lady who looked more like a first grade teacher than someone who worked for a celebrity, but the rapper waved her off.

Just get them. And get me another cappuccino, this ones too wet.

Yes, sir, she replied, grabbing the cup and hurrying off, shaking her head.

* * * *

Darien always got excited when his agent called. He still couldnt believe he made a good living in Hollywood doing what he loved most, modeling. Everyone had told him there was no market for his look, but he proved them wrong. He was tall, willow-thin, and extremely feminine. He couldnt change what he was, and he hadnt tried. He loved looking pretty, but he wasnt a girl and didnt want to be. Some people didnt understand that, but he couldnt change the world. He was happy the way he was.

He was confused by the new assignment, though. A shoot with Orion? That was the last thing hed expected, but Dariens agent told him that the famous rapper had negotiated his right to hand-pick the models, and his assistant had called directly. He headed for the address just off Melrose and checked in with the receptionist. She smiled and directed him to a studio on the fourth floor.

Since wardrobe was provided, hed dressed simplyfor him. He wore snug, very low-cut, strategically ripped jeans tucked into tall black boots with chunky heels. His shirt was black and silky, contrasting with the leather and chains of his jacket. His straight hair hung to his mid-back, and was a deep, glossy black that was darker than his natural color, but it suited him. His makeup was already done, and would only require a little adjustment for the color of the lights and some powder.

He was ready.

He pushed open the thick, translucent glass of the studio door and came face to face with a very large, bald man with a clipboard. The mans voice rumbled, Name?

Darien gave his name and the man consulted his list. Through there. Find Mary.

Darien nodded and hurried past the mountain of a man. The bodyguards arms were thicker than Dariens entire body. It was a little intimidating, and a reminder that he was out of his depth here.

He rounded a corner and the pulsing beat hed only noticed peripherally suddenly assaulted him head-on. He blinked and scanned the room while wincing at the volume of the rap music coming from huge speakers. Women in very little clothing and men wearing lots of chains surrounded him, until suddenly a matronly-looking woman materialized out of nowhere, looking even more out of place than Darien. She spoke, but Darien could only see her lips move.

What? he yelled.

The woman frowned, then pulled out a phone and shouted into it. Almost immediately the volume lowered to an almost acceptable level. At least Darien could hear her as she said, You must be Darien. Im Mary, Orions assistant. Come this way to wardrobe. She smiled at him, looking a little nervous.

She hurried across the room and Darien followed, glancing around curiously and attracting a few stares in return. He wondered where the great Orion was. He probably wouldnt waltz in until later.

That was when he glanced forward to see the man himself directly in his path. He stopped in his tracks and swallowed nervously. Orion was taller than him, and much broader. His dark hair was cropped close to his head, and his eyes were like black, burning coals directed right at him. He spoke to his assistant but never looked away from Darien. Darien had never understood the phrase deer in the headlights until now.

He tried surreptitiously to take in the rappers appearance. It wasnt Dariens type of music but hed seen him in the tabloids. Those pictures didnt do him justice. His dark olive skin and features spoke of some mixed ancestry, and gave him a brooding, intense look. He wasnt as muscular as his bodyguards, but his arms and shoulders were chiseled and defined. Just right. His clothes were baggy so Darien couldnt see much more but he could practically smell the testosterone coming off him in waves.

Darien liked men. Especially straight, unattainable ones. He couldnt help it. Orion was a prime example.

Those eyes never left him, even as Mary clearly tried to explain something, but Orion waved her away and stepped closer to Darien.

He was sure he was about to be kicked out. Or worse.

Orion reached out and Darien tried not to flinch. Then the rapper took his hand and smiled brilliantly.

Ive really been looking forward to meeting you ever since I saw your picture.

Dariens mouth suddenly felt like the Sahara and he swallowed, trying to summon up his voice. He stared into those eyes and managed a breathy, Its an honor to meet you.

Darien almost squeaked as the bigger man brought his hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it gently. Youre even more beautiful than your picture, he purred, and the warm breath against Dariens hand made him shiver. He couldnt even think.

Th-thanks, he managed. This was the last thing hed imagined, and he had no idea how to react. He could feel how flushed his face was and he really hoped Orion didnt ask him anything because he barely remembered his own name.