Many moons ago when i was an intern, they told me that if i did this one assignment I would get to do a design project for this MAJOR artist. So i went to do a photoshoot at this club in Newport Beach. So I arrive with my trusty tripod, line is out the door. Told the bouncers I was there for the "special shoot", so they lead me to the backroom. It was pretty dark. Then I walk into this room FILLED with ladies, I almost creamed my jeanshorts !!! So then I look on stage it's a big ass poster for the "THUNDER DOWN UNDER" show from Vegas. Big ass dudes shaking their ass, FUCK !!! MY EYES !!! I immeditaley put my tripod away, and ask the bouncer "what the fuck is this?". So this bouncer is all into the show, dancing and shit, I was like "bro, this has got to be a joke". After about a minute he looked at me and said "oh, your here to take pics in the OTHER back room". I was ready to leave, and find a new job, BUT then BLAMO, walk in to another room, GIRL ON GIRL ACTION !!! as Gucci would say "yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh" THE TRIPOD WAS OUT IN FULL EFFECT AFTER THAT !!! 2 is ALWAYS better than one !!! pleasebelieveme !!!
So the moral of this story is YES, you might have to do 1 or 2 million gay shoots, get rammed up the butthole 10 times, or eat a cockmeat samwich in your lifetime.