All that twenty-year-old Lee Prentise has planned for his life when arriving in New York City from Pennsylvania is to go to dancing and acting school, maybe doing some modeling on the side to sustain himself until he is discovered, and making it onto a Broadway play dance team. His mentor at school tells him the way to get where he wants to go is to learn to say “yes” to men. When London Fashion Designer Nigel Standish comes to lecture at the school and put on a men’s fashion show in New York, Lee ways “yes” to everything Standish asks of him, and Standish forms other life plans for Lee. The older man takes Lee to London, not only putting him on the catwalk but also introducing him into fetish pornographic films. Filmmakers and an assortment of demanding, dominating, and rough Turkish hunks in Istanbul and Cyprus make their own plans for Lee’s life. Ten years later, still saying yes to men’s demands, Lee is continuing to search for control and deciding what is more important in his life—stability or fulfilled demanding sexual desire.
Throughout the afternoon as Standish escorted me around and received deference from the fashion show organizers that reflected that he was an important designer, he would point to this and that and give me advice. He’d ask me if I understood, and I said “yes.” I quickly learned that his own designs, prominently shown on the runway, were both stylish and sexy. He was well represented in clothes for younger men. When what was shown got down to underwear and swimwear, I blushed and felt tingly inside.
The last show was at 6:00 p.m. He asked me if I was hungry. I answered “yes” honestly, not being sure if it was leading to an invitation from this important man, but it was. “Would you like to go to supper with me and to a dance review afterward? I designed the costumes.”
“Yes, of course, that’s very nice of you to invite me,” I said.
After the review, he asked if I would stop by the bar in his hotel for a drink with him.
I said “yes,” understanding where this was leading, and, steeling myself and with Marcel’s “Say yes; move ahead” admonition screaming in my brain, deciding it was time. I was flattered that I was pleasing him enough for him to ask.
When he asked if I wanted to come up to his room, I said “Yes.”
Throughout the afternoon as Standish escorted me around and received deference from the fashion show organizers that reflected that he was an important designer, he would point to this and that and give me advice. He’d ask me if I understood, and I said “yes.” I quickly learned that his own designs, prominently shown on the runway, were both stylish and sexy. He was well represented in clothes for younger men. When what was shown got down to underwear and swimwear, I blushed and felt tingly inside.
The last show was at 6:00 p.m. He asked me if I was hungry. I answered “yes” honestly, not being sure if it was leading to an invitation from this important man, but it was. “Would you l
Throughout the afternoon as Standish escorted me around and received deference from the fashion show organizers that reflected that he was an important designer, he would point to this and that and give me advice. He’d ask me if I understood, and I said “yes.” I quickly learned that his own designs, prominently shown on the runway, were both stylish and sexy. He was well represented in clothes for younger men. When what was shown got down to underwear and swimwear, I blushed and felt tingly inside.
The last show was at 6:00 p.m. He asked me if I was hungry. I answered “yes” honestly, not being sure if it was leading to an invitation from this important man, but it was. “Would you like to go to supper with me and to a dance review afterward? I designed the costumes.”
“Yes, of course, that’s very nice of you to invite me,” I said.
After the review, he asked if I would stop by the bar in his hotel for a drink with him.
I said “yes,” understanding where this was leading, and, steeling myself and with Marcel’s “Say yes; move ahead” admonition screaming in my brain, deciding it was time. I was flattered that I was pleasing him enough for him to ask.
When he asked if I wanted to come up to his room, I said “Yes.”
Throughout the afternoon as Standish escorted me around and received deference from the fashion show organizers that reflected that he was an important designer, he would point to this and that and give me advice. He’d ask me if I understood, and I said “yes.” I quickly learned that his own designs, prominently shown on the runway, were both stylish and sexy. He was well represented in clothes for younger men. When what was shown got down to underwear and swimwear, I blushed and felt tingly inside.
The last show was at 6:00 p.m. He asked me if I was hungry. I answered “yes” honestly, not being sure if it was leading to an invitation from this important man, but it was. “Would you like to go to supper with me and to a dance review afterward? I designed the costumes.”
“Yes, of course, that’s very nice of you to invite me,” I said.
After the review, he asked if I would stop by the bar in his hotel for a drink with him.
I said “yes,” understanding where this was leading, and, steeling myself and with Marcel’s “Say yes; move ahead” admonition screaming in my brain, deciding it was time. I was flattered that I was pleasing him enough for him to ask.
When he asked if I wanted to come up to his room, I said “Yes.”ike to go to supper with me and to a dance review afterward? I designed the costumes.”
“Yes, of course, that’s very nice of you to invite me,” I said.
After the review, he asked if I would stop by the bar in his hotel for a drink with him.
I said “yes,” understanding where this was leading, and, steeling myself and with Marcel’s “Say yes; move ahead” admonition screaming in my brain, deciding it was time. I was flattered that I was pleasing him enough for him to ask.
When he asked if I wanted to come up to his room, I said “Yes.”
