Not So Model Home - By David James Page 0,58
we should stick to the psychological reasons, motivations from the psyche, so to speak. That’s why you asked me here.”
“True, true.”
“Now, to recap with Drake, his motivation is perhaps that he has spent so much time running Ian’s estate and life here. Not the money part, but the house, the grounds, the cars. Plus, I think he has a strong resentment for the other men since they are on the prissy side. I think Drake only respects men who ooze masculinity.”
“Then why tolerate Ian, Aurora? He’s not exactly macho.”
“Money. Why else?”
“Correctamundo!”
“That’s why most of the guys are here.”
“Big surprise, Aurora.”
“No, but Amanda, you have to understand why. Or at least, why the drive is so powerful.”
“What’s to understand? Money is alluring.” I decided not to mention the thousands of dollars Drake had stored in the potting shed.
“But get inside the heads of these models. If they’re successful like these guys are—or were—they live a very charmed life, despite the crazy lives they live. If we take out the long hours, the constant travel, the constant need to monitor their bodies and looks, we see that they wear expensive clothes, are surrounded by nice things, celebrities, fashion stars . . . it’s an unrealistic life. But they know their careers are really short in modeling. That it can—and will—go away in an instant. So the money is a powerful cushion. Why do you think these guys are missing some of the big fashion shows in Europe? The spring/summer shows for next year are going on right now. They chose to be here because they have the onetime chance to have a very soft landing when it eventually comes. And for guys like Drake, whose modeling time has passed, and for Aleksei, whose career is teetering fast, this opportunity is as good as it gets. Yes, Ian’s paunchy, obnoxious, and self-centered. But he won’t be forever. See the attraction, Amanda? The desperation? The easy way out?”
“Okay, on that note, David Laurant?”
“David’s an interesting one, Amanda. Ian loves his mischievousness, his refusal to feed into all the drama that’s manufactured around here—including Ian’s. Ian has a soft spot for David since he doesn’t kiss up like all the rest. Despite the fact that he comes across as uncaring or arrogant, he’s got a good shot at winning. He’s a very, very good match for Ian.”
“He doesn’t come across as . . . he is arrogant and uncaring. But I have to agree, Aurora, I like that he doesn’t feed on all the bullshit that’s shoveled here. So, psychologically?”
“Just like all the rest, Amanda. I think he stays so cool it would be hard to tell how much he could resent someone like Keith or Aleksei. You saw his reaction when he found Keith dead. Either he is completely unaffected by emotion, or he was doing a hell of an acting job. It would take a complete sociopath to come downstairs after seeing Keith and go back to thumbing through a magazine.”
“But you have to admit, Aurora, the ability to rein in emotions like that would make for a formidable killer. Perhaps he is a sociopath.”
“Chilling, huh?”
“Okay, I was going to say Aleksei next, but that’s a done deal. Keith too.”
“I guess the only thing we could surmise is that Keith supplied drugs to Aleksei in the past. Aleksei looks like he was no longer clean when he died, and it looks like they were having sex the night Keith died.”
“Well, they were either having sex or Keith went to Aleksei’s room with his shirt off to deliver some drugs. In any case, that part of the case is closed. Okay, now we get to my favorite person, Gilles.”
“He has a huge dick.”
“That doesn’t sound like a psychological reason, Aurora.”
“No, but it’s one of the reasons Ian likes him.”
“Aurora, all the guys have huge dicks.”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve seen them in swimsuits. The suits these guys wear don’t hide a thing.”
“I know,” Aurora agreed. “They had to pixilate a lot of the bulges for airing on TV.”
“Except for Marcus. Okay size cock, but the steroids have shrunk his balls to the size of pistachios. All sausage, no meatball in that sandwich.”
“I like a good set of low-hanging balls, don’t you, Amanda?”
Like a naughty schoolgirl, I replied, “Oh yeah. My ex had ’em. Loved ’em, but I could barely get them in my mouth sometimes.”
“Isn’t it great, us two girls talking smut like this? I mean, we’re two straight women surrounded by gay men. There’s