Here's a story! Once upon a time a bad gal-pal told a 16-year-old girl that she knew this rich guy who helped girls become models. (A note from the real world: There are no older men who help girls become models. Except maybe Nigel Barker, fashion photographer and "America's Next Top Model" judge.) And so the girl showed up at this guy's huge house, up at 71st and 5th Avenue. She had brought photos of herself. The guy was wearing a bathrobe! He took her about the house, showing off the chandeliers and the gaudy crystal ball on the spiral staircase, and a statue of a dog and its poop. But oh noes! He also had a massage room!
Yes, a room entirely devoted to massage! His house was just that big. His robe came off!
"I am 16 years old and I just want to model!" cried the girl.
The man, who was very old, said that he could help her be a Victoria's Secret catalogue model because he was also their money manager in addition to being a man who had a massage room and a sculpture of a dog and its poop in his house.
Because of or related to that, his oddly-shaped penis found its way into her mouth.
Bring friends next time, he said with a leer. Probably he threw a hand towel at her. Well, she didn't bring friends but for some reason she came back to his house repeatedly over the months that followed.
She was deranged, she said!
Six years later, she filed suit against him, and somehow a pretty headshot of her—one not available anywhere on the internet—appeared on a website called The Smoking Gun.