The Lust Project 2.4

“Well, Osmar, my first comment is, for your 33 years old, you look like 25 or less, and that genetic factor convinced us,” Escalante forewords. “We want you be the face and the body of Lust campaign, a male beauty products line. The features are a video comercial for TV and social media, comercial on video, and a photograph for banners, magazines, and even it was thought of a calendar. There are only two details I wanna ask you: you’ll appear naked on the features, and the payment is 1000 dollars for the video and 500 dollars for the photo. I know they aren’t the market prices but the brand just…”

For Osmar, the Maths are not too complicated to do. That job would allow him to have five basic remmunerations the gym pays him or three salaries he raise at the theater.

“I accept,” he interrupts.

“Osmar, look, I want you not to focus on the money – you’re gonna appear naked.”

“Mr Escalante, you know we, the actors and models, are prepared for this, and I said you I used to do nudes in my country. You saw my pictures and…”

“Sure, Osmar. But one thing is 20 seconds in a soap-opera, or posing in a local circulation magazine. Here the campaign is national, you’re gonna be watched ten times a day, I don’t know.”

“What am I gonna show in the nude?”

“everything but your bulge.”

“As I say you, I accept.”

“No regrets,” Escalante smiles getting comfortable in his sofa because his office is actually his apartment’s living-room.

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“1500 for showing your ass?,” Evandro smiles, his hands on the steering wheel, driving amid the peak hour somewhere Jose Pardo Avenue in Miraflores. “And have you to travel next next Sunday for shooting?”

“How much you think I should charge?”

“Only the video doesn’t go below 2000, if these fool bodybuilders whom nobody knew got naked and jerked-off for 2500 per video, Osmar. Per video! So, everyone easily raised their 7000 or 10,000 in one only shot.”

“But you know a bodybuilder, only in food and supplementation, doesn’t come below 350 dollars per month, and you told me right they didn’t have sponsorship. At least, I have incomes: the theater, the gym, these shows you get for me.”

“Don’t count the shows as a regular income.”

“Well, I already signatured, man. I already told Escalante we must go and come the same day and…”

“1500 for showing your big ass,” Evandro insists.

“The less in Venezuela is 40 dollars. Can you put it in perspective? Did I tell you that I have my parents and three brothers at home? Do you know how much they spend monthly? The half what I raise goes to Venezuela. It’s more than my two parents raise by working, and Lima is not cheap. Do you pretty alone survive here with 450 dollars per month?”

“Osmar, I don’t go for the life cost. I go because you bargained much, brother.”

“If I didn’t accept, I lost that contract.”

Evandro closes his mout when listening to such reason:

“Escalante is a dooper mother-fucker.”

“It’s not so, Evan. I told me his client is just launching the products and it doesn’t have much money for advertising. So, put on Mr escalante’s shoes too, don’t you?”

“And are we gonna argue for that faggot?,” Evandro smiles looking at Osmar.

“I don’t wanna argue with you. You’ve been my first true friend in Peru and…”

“And what?”

“I sabe a lot of money when you pick me up in your car.”

Osmar laughs aloud friendly and Evandro rolls his tongue out while both arrive to the theater.

  

The Lust Project 2.1

At ten to six in the morning, Evandro pedals on the stationery bike with the ass lifted up in the air. His calves and tights begin to burn while he feels a sweat drop on his face although he can’t see it in the big mirror in front of him. Osmar comes in from somewhere with a swepper and a holder, approaches to the electronic tachometer of the device.

“Four minutes more and you pass to squats.”

For an instant, he put his eye  in the middle of the lycra tights that the two chicks of his partner and, evidently, trainee forms.

“Do you like my ass?”

“NoI don’t, man. I look at your muscular tone.”

Although unexplainabily, the trainer feels his penis is erecting but he blames himself in silence. What the hell! If everyday he sees asses even better than that.

At a quarter past seven, evandro is under the shower in the lockerroom of Steel Fit Gym.

“Luke?”

The actor scares and turns around. A boy evidently in his 20s is dressed to start a training morning.

“Hello,” Evandro smiles.

“Do you perform Luke in that play?”

“Chastitty Will?”

“Yes, it is,” the boy smiles.

“Are you a fundamentalist Catholic and you come here to murder me?”

The speaker laughs.

“No, I don’t anyway. Instead, I’d congratulate you. Excellent play”

“Have you went to see it? The play, I mean.”

“Last night. I recognized you, even the one who performs Matthew.”

“Oh, Osmar. And if you wait at around ten or ten and a half, you can match who performs John.”

“Osmar spoke me about the play, he told me you were here, and, well… I’d… you know…”

“Thanks,” evandro smiles. “I really appreciate it.”

“That’s it. See you.”

The boy comes out and Evandro doesn’t know if smiling himself or thinking the way he will kill Osmar when he comes out the lockerroom.