GET ONE, GET THEM ALL

"The trick is to get one big girl—like a Hunter Reno or a Janna Rhodes," says George. "These are girls who have done covers in Europe. If you get one, you can get them all. At a nightclub, you pay attention to the older girls. They always want to go home early because they have to get up and work. You walk them out to a cab, being a gentleman, then you go back in and attack the young ones,"

"These girls just want to be comfortable," says Mr. Felske. "They're so young. They're just finding their way in a grownup world. They're not fully developed, and they meet these guys who know all the tricks. How hard can it be?"

Back in the loft, Barkley opens a bottle of Coke and sits on a stool in the middle of the room. "You think, Who's prettier than a model. But they're not so smart, they're flakey and fucked up, they're a lot looser than you think. It's way easier to screw a model than a regular girl. That's what they do all the time. It's the way regular people are when they're

on vacation. They're away, so they do things they wouldn't normally do. But these girls are away all the time because they travel from place to place. So that's what they're like all the time."

Barkley takes a sip from his Coke and scratches his stomach. It's three in the afternoon, and he just woke up an hour ago. "These girls are nomads," he says. "They have a guy in every city. They call me when they're in New York, and I always imagine that they call someone else when they're in Paris or Rome or Milan. We pretend that we're going out when they're in town. We hold hands and see each other every day. A lot of girls want that. But then they're gone." Barkley yawns. "I don't know. There are so many beautiful girls around that after a while you start looking for someone who can make you laugh."

"It's amazing sometimes what you'll do to be with these girls," George says. "I went to church with one girl and her daughter. I've started to hang out with older girls almost exclusively. I've got to retire soon. They keep me from getting work done. They make me fuck up my life." George shrugged and glanced out the window of his 34th-floor office at the view of midtown Manhattan. "Look at me," he says. "I'm an old man at twenty-nine."