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Selling the Drama
by Rachael Ross (rache696@yahoo.com)

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An ordinary woman likes to act out in unordinary ways. 
(M+/F, prost)

***

I'd taken a job with Paramount's script department, 
selling the drama. It was mundane, secretarial at the 
core and offered little in the way of challenge or job 
satisfaction. But I needed work and like Elmore said, 
what's the point of living in LA if you ain't in the 
movie business?

I was shopping a screenplay called `Dying To Meet You' 
in my free time, and trying to write another one. But 
it was tough going. I was living in a little flat just 
off Sunset, behind a massage parlor, with a liquor 
store on one side, and an adult bookstore on the other. 
I was upstairs, below me lived a couple prostitutes, 
Miranda and Crystal. It wasn't great for my creativity, 
at least as I envisioned it.

Dying was a romantic comedy, about a guy who fakes 
having cancer so the Make A Wish people will get him a 
date with a beautiful actress. Along the way he meets a 
boy who really is dying, but teaches the guy about 
living. Of course he meets a girl too, the one who is 
trying to get his wish fulfilled, even though she 
thinks he could do better for himself... By the end of 
the movie the guy realizes how shallow he is, how much 
he loves the ordinary girl, and how if he really did 
have a single last wish, it wouldn't be to meet some 
phony actress. You get the idea.

My current project was along similar lines, tentatively 
called `Keep the Change' about a rather ordinary 
teenage girl who finds a lamp in the back of a taxi 
while visiting New York. Of course, there is a genie in 
the bottle and she gets just one wish. The girl 
suddenly becomes as beautiful as she always wanted to 
be (Sandra Bullock), but it will only last for one 
year, unless she can return the genie and his bottle to 
their rightful owner... It is the old metaphoric 
journey from adolescence to adulthood and along the way 
she meets and learns from various people. It's cute, 
nothing too heavy.

Unfortunately, my surroundings did not conspire to help 
me write cute things. I found myself staring out my 
window more and more, leaving it open despite the heat, 
just so I could watch the people below me. I'd sit in a 
plain white tank-top that was too big, a reminder of my 
old boyfriend, and a pair of cut-off shorts, sweating 
and ignoring my laptop while I sipped iced tea, or 
kool-aid, or a beer once in awhile.

My apartment was sparse, at best. Mostly I decorated it 
with pictures ripped from old magazines. One whole wall 
was a collage, and to me it was a genuine piece of art, 
my inspiration, my conscience, my personal wailing 
wall. It had pictures from everything, National 
Geographic, Cosmopolitan, Life, Time, Playboy, 
Seventeen, newspapers, brochures, it didn't matter. I 
had a picture of Goebbles next to a picture of the 
Pope, his face superimposed on the vagina I'd torn from 
an old Hustler I'd found. I had landscapes, animals, 
sunsets, flowers, death, life, birth, abortion, 
portraits, landscapes, advertisements, paintings...But 
no words, not a single one. That was my job.

I was just 22 then, single white female, seeking... 
something. I had a telephone, but no television. I had 
a little single burner stove and a mini-fridge. I had a 
little MD player and a goldfish bowl, and books. 
Thousands of them. I slept and ate and danced on my 
futon, and my only chair was a throwaway from the 
salvation army, a folding metal thing, painted grey. I 
felt like a monk and I had to get out.

Down on the street there was life, at least. Or the 
semblance of it. Vampires and night crawlers, stalking 
something to fill the holes inside. There were the 
homeless and the prostitutes and the addicts and the 
dealers. The valley boys cruising the boulevard in 
their dad's car, looking for a cheap thrill. Cops 
ignoring everything.

I'd changed my clothes, putting on a pair of white 
denim jeans, some pink snake-skin boots, and a pink 
halter. I had my long black hair pulled back, some pink 
lipstick, but no other makeup. No jewelry but the rings 
in my nipples, perched on my petite breasts and hidden 
as two vague lumps beneath my clothes. I liked walking 
around at night, I liked the thrill of being on the 
edge of something just out of sight. The great 
unmentionable.

I went in the liquor store, run by a Vietnamese guy 
named Ho, like Ho Chi Minh, but without the bad 
attitude. He had a picture of himself during the war, 
young and dead, lifeless eyes he had, standing with a 
couple Americans, just staring at the camera. I wished 
I had that picture on my wall. I bought a peach wine 
cooler, counting out my change, and I opened it as I 
walked back out onto the street.

I wasn't sure where I was going, or what I wanted to 
do. I decided to stop in the adult bookstore, that was 
always a bit of a thrill. It was a seedy place, not one 
of the new bright couple friendly places that had 
sprung up lately, this was a throwback to when such 
places were the very pits of depravity that any decent 
community shunned. I liked it because the only people 
in there were guys, sick sex addicted men with nothing 
good in their lives. They loved women, passionately, 
romantically, the dreamt of us, and we rejected them 
utterly. They hated us, they hated me. I could feel it. 
They hated the way I intruded on their fantasies, 
walking into that place, seeing them looking and 
wanting and never having. What a betrayal.

I'd saved half my cooler and I put it on the counter 
for Rolf, who was German, but he talked like anyone 
else from LA, without any accent at all. "I didn't have 
enough for two." I shrugged apologetically as he drank 
it.

"Thanks. How ya doin?" he lit a cigarette and handed it 
to me. He smoked French cigarettes, he said they cost 
him a fortune, but they were good. They had cloves in 
them, just a little, so that the smoke was heady.

"I'm bored." I looked around. "Got anything I can take 
for a test drive?" I was referring to the unusually 
large assortment of dildos, vibrators, and sundry 
personal appliances on display.

"Heh." It was an old joke between us. The first words 
I'd ever spoken to him, before I'd spent 30 bucks on a 
dildo that I'd desperately needed at the time. "How's 
the writing?"

"It sucks, how's the biz?" Rolf had never pretended to 
be anything but a pornographer, you had to respect that 
kind of honesty. It also meant he knew everybody. The 
bookstore was just a front, I'd seen his real stuff 
before.

"You looking?" He puffed his cigarette the continental 
way, holding it almost delicately between his thumb and 
forefinger.

"Not yet, why? You got something?"

"Some guys in the valley, looking for fresh faces, you 
know. It's a hard six hundred if you're interested."

"When?" An easy six was pure ice cream, nothing to it. 
Guy "meats" girl. A hard six was something else, 
anything from BDSM to Piss to Dogs. It wasn't always 
pleasant, but it was only an hour long, or less, which 
meant only 3 hours of shooting, which meant only 6 
hours of working. Six was the magic number for me.

"Anytime. Saturday?"

"Sure, yeah." I needed the money. "No dogs right?"

Rolf laughed, but he'd set me up once with a guy doing 
a horse flick.

"No, just straight up stuff. Vanilla... like you." He 
grinned.

"Yeah, right, okay... Who's gonna insure me?"

"I can do it, don't sweat okay? I'll talk to them. Come 
by Friday I'll have something." Rolf would be my guy, 
just so somebody knew where I was.

Some old man was looking at me, over a rack of European 
porn, trying to be sly about it and I waved my fingers 
at him, so he turned around quickly. "Got any tokens 
laying around?"

"Take 13, I fixed the lock." Rolf handed me a dozen 
silvery tokens for the video booths. He knew I was 
hooking, but it wasn't a problem, I'd take care of him 
at the end of the night. It was better than hanging out 
on the street and Rolf didn't mind.

"Thanks Rolf." I smiled and walked through the dark 
doorway, seeing maybe 7 or 8 guys, shadows lurking in 
the darkness. I went to the booth with a big 13 on the 
door and went inside, not bothering to lock the door, 
or even close it all the way. I dropped a token in the 
lighted slot, just to get some light really, such 
booths tended to be messy especially this late at 
night.

The screen came alive with some blonde getting it from 
3 black guys all at once. The bench was clean at least, 
although the floor didn't look too good, and the screen 
itself had a rather tacky stain in the lower left hand 
corner. There was a glory hole on either side of me, 
almost, but not quite directly opposite and at shoulder 
height as I sat there. I put out the French cigarette 
on the floor about the time I heard the door squeak 
just a bit, I looked over my shoulder and saw a middle 
aged guy in a rumpled suit, completely ordinary, 
looking at me through the narrow crack.

He disappeared, probably because he was gay I thought, 
and that didn't bother me. In fact nothing about this 
bothered me in the least, quite the contrary I found it 
exciting. Not just being in the most degrading 
surroundings imaginable, but being with strangers, men 
whom I would never know. Who could be carrying anything 
from infections to knives to religious tracts. I loved 
not knowing. Of taking a risk without limits, without 
definition. It was the ultimate experience for me, 
emotionally, to be so far out of control that I wasn't 
even on the pill. Give me a baby, give me aids, give me 
a hit of the white lady, or just hit me, rape me, kill 
me...I want to be a victim.

I was soaked already, it happens for me just that 
quick. I'd left home when I was 13 the first time, got 
caught 5 weeks later and did it again when I was 14, I 
didn't fuck up after that. I was enjoying it too much 
to go back. Enjoying things like this. My heart was 
beating and I had little butterflies in my stomach, 
being in that booth, stinking of semen and sweat, 
watching the people on that TV screen, as if they were 
things. I felt like a thing, I was so dead inside all 
the time, only now, alone with the monsters did I feel 
alive.

I heard someone entering the booth next to me, to my 
right, the soft metal chunking of tokens being dropped. 
I pulled my top up, above my breasts, folding it under 
so it stayed in place, and I leaned back, rubbing my 
hard brown nipples. I pulled my rings, twisting them 
and wondering if the guy was watching. I resisted the 
urge to peek myself, Instead I just waited until a few 
minutes later I saw the man's stiff penis pushing 
through the fist sized hole. It was chubby and not too 
long, swollen with his excitement and I reached for it, 
stroking it slowly, rubbing my thumb over the head.

"Suck it." The voice was low and husky.

I leaned forward, blowing across it. "Twenty." I 
whispered back, just barely grazing the tip with my 
tongue.

"You're a girl?" The voice came back. I told him I was. 
"Show me."

I stood up, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down 
and then fully off, stepping in and out of my shoes one 
at a time, then folding them over the back of the 
bench. I pulled my panties to the side as the cock 
disappeared and I could just make out the light 
reflected from a pair of eyes. I turned, showing him my 
pussy, spreading my lips and fingering my wet slit.

"How much?" He was staring.

"Fifty."

The penis reappeared a moment later with a twenty 
dollar bill next to it. "Just suck it." I squatted down 
and took him in my mouth then, giving this unseen 
stranger a slow stroke and smoke, fisting the base of 
his thick shaft while I sucked a few inches between my 
lips. It wouldn't take him long, staring at his own 
video screen while someone was giving him head. Even if 
he'd already cum once, or even twice already tonight, 
they never lasted long when they felt the real deal.

I was just starting to get into it when I felt him 
getting close. "Deeper... ah fuck!" I heard him 
groaning and thrusting his cock so it banged the back 
of my mouth and almost made me gag, but I was halfway 
expecting it. His sperm flooded my mouth, thin and 
watery, and I swallowed it eagerly, feeling it sliding 
down my throat. I kept my mouth on him until he was 
spent and let him pull away. "Show me." He breathed. 
And I opened my mouth, letting him see the remnants of 
his orgasm pooled on my tongue and I swallowed that 
noisily, giving him his money's worth.

He pulled out and I wiped my lips with the back of my 
hand, looking over my shoulder at a muffled sound and 
seeing another cock pressing through the hole on the 
other wall. I turned and put my mouth over the head, 
giving it a quick lick.

"I wanna fuck." The guy was saying.

"Fifty." I told him, sitting back on my heels and 
rubbing my breasts.

"Forty, come on." His cock was large and dark, dripping 
precum.

I shook my head. "Fifty bareback, take it or leave it."

He tossed a crumpled up twenty and two tens through the 
hole. "That's all I got."

"I'll blow you." I pushed the tens back at him and put 
my mouth on his cock, wriggling my tongue underneath 
the swollen head.

"Throat me." He was shoving with his hips and I let my 
throat open for him, his prick catching my swallow and 
pushing all the way inside until my face was pressed to 
the cool sheetrock of the wall.

Someone opened the door behind me, stepping inside and 
I heard it lock. I had the guy's cock in my throat 
still, my muscles working against it as if I could 
swallow that thick throbbing warmth all the way down to 
my stomach. I felt a giddy rush of excitement as I had 
no idea who was in that small room with me, watching as 
I gave some anonymous guy head. I felt his hands on my 
hips, lifting me so I stood, bent over at the waist, 
sucking loudly. I pulled my mouth away long enough to 
let saliva and precum run from my panting lips, 
dripping across the hardness in my hand and down onto 
the floor.

"You wanna fuck?" I breathed, looking over my shoulder 
and seeing a thin middle aged guy with glasses. "Fifty 
and you do what you want."

"Okay." He was massaging my cunt through my panties, 
pushing my legs wider. "Keep sucking, I like to watch."

I went back to giving the guy next door head, deep-
throating him a few times and then sucking just the 
head for a moment, then doing it all over again while 
my hands rubbed the wetness we were making all around 
his hot penis. The man behind my pulled my panties to 
the side, and I felt his cockhead pushing inside me 
hard, without any pretense at patience or concern. He 
wasn't overly large, but it felt good, being invaded by 
that strange prick and I gave a little moan around the 
cock in my mouth.

It wasn't long before the cock in my face erupted, 
ejaculating in my mouth. "On your face!" The guy urged 
and I pulled his cock free of my lips so his last few 
spurts painted my cheeks and nose and chin. I rubbed it 
all around my face, feeling the warm stickiness of it 
clinging to my features. The guy pulled his cock back 
through the hole whispering thanks and then he was 
gone.

The man behind me was fucking me hard, ramming himself 
into me so that I had to brace myself against the wall 
with my palms, licking my lips and tasting the sperm 
slowly drying on my face. It felt good and I was 
squeezing him with my vaginal walls, contracting my 
muscles slightly, just enough so that he could feel it 
and within 4 minutes of starting, the man finished, 
blowing his sperm deep inside me. He held himself 
there, making soft noises and digging his fingers into 
my hips.

He pulled out and I stood up slowly, stretching my back 
a little. "Pay me." I told the guy, feeling his seed 
leaking out from my slightly distended labia. I pulled 
my panties back into place.

The guy laughed at me. "Fuck you." And he started 
opening the door. I grabbed at him and he pushed my 
face with his hand, shrugging off the loose grip I had 
on his t-shirt. "Thanks for the fuck, bitch."

I let him go, even though it pissed me off. I deserved 
it, I thought a little bitterly, always get the money 
first. It was a rule I knew and usually lived by, but 
sometimes...I just wanted to forget, just to see what 
would happen.

I sucked off three more guys over the next 30 or 40 
minutes, by now the word was out that there was a whore 
in lucky 13 who was charging twenty for a blowjob. The 
downside of working the guys in a bookstore was that 
they didn't want to spend anything, so getting fucked 
was usually a pretty rare thing, unless I gave it away, 
as I had earlier.

I was wishing I had another wine cooler, or some gum, 
or even some water just to rinse my mouth when a pair 
of cocks pressed together through the glory hole to my 
left. They must have been good friends, I thought with 
a little smile.

"Get us off." One voice said and the other echoed. 
"Yeah girl, open up." I could see one guys hand, 
stroking them both together, a couple queers wanting it 
at the same time.

"Show some dough." I told them. "Twenty each."

"Aww come on, 20 girl, just suck em at the same time." 
One guy said and the other giggled.

"No way, you want it you gotta pay." I tickled them 
with my finger nails.

"Twenty five, please?" The giggling guy sounded young.

"I'll do you both for thirty, but when one of you cums, 
it's over for both of you." That seemed like a funny 
way of dealing with it, but they agreed and pushed 
their money through. I picked up the bills and put them 
on the chair with the rest of my money. The floor was 
getting pretty messy now with spit and jism, but I was 
kneeling in it now too, heedless of the wetness 
spreading across my legs when I moved.

I left the booth an hour later with a couple hundred 
bucks in dirty wrinkled money stuffed in my purse. I 
went to the bathroom to clean up. There was only one 
and it had no lock on the door. There was a stall, also 
without a door, and two urinals, and a sink. It wasn't 
pristine, but the plumbing worked.

One look in the mirror was enough to make me shake my 
head. I was a mess and I turned on the faucet, washing 
my hands all the way up to my elbows in the cold water. 
Some guy came in, staring at me as he walked to one of 
the urinals. I watched him in the mirror until I 
started washing my face and neck. He left without a 
word and I was alone for a few minutes. I pulled my 
halter down, beneath my tits and washed them as well. 
Another guy came in and grinned at me as I rubbed my 
tits.

"You like bathroom?" He asked me and I looked at his 
reflection in the mirror.

"Fifty."

"Come here then." He was younger, only 30 or so and not 
bad looking, even though he dressed like a punk, in 
jeans and a tank top. I walked over, grabbing my purse 
off the sink, my breasts still hanging out, pushed up 
over my top. "Get down here."

He pushed me down so I knelt between the two urinals 
with my back to the wall. I hung my purse on one of the 
flushing handles and looked up at him as he pulled his 
flaccid penis free. "Open up." He smiled and pushed his 
cock into my mouth. I sucked briefly and started 
swallowing quickly as he began pissing. It was bitter 
and hot and salty and it overflowed, running down my 
chin and neck and tits. He pissed for a few minutes 
like that and left his cock between my lips afterward 
so I could clean him.

"You wanna go to a party?" He asked me, zipping up. He 
reached for his wallet, a big leather thing chained to 
his jeans and pulled out a fifty dollar bill.

"Nah. I gotta work tomorrow." I shook my head, looking 
at a couple guys in the doorway and feeling my stomach 
churn a little as it tried to deal with all the sperm 
and now piss I'd swallowed.

I cleaned myself up again, ignoring some invitations 
for an encore and walked out of the arcade feeling the 
eyes. The guys stayed in the shadows, hiding as I left. 
It was the way of it and I think I could understand, 
almost. I gave Rolf a hundred and a smile. He gave me 
another cigarette and I leaned against the counter 
smoking it with real pleasure.

"How come you never tried to fuck me, Rolf?" The 
thought just occurred to me.

He shrugged. "I'm HIV positive." He was stacking 
videos. "You know that."

"So?" I knew he wasn't sick, not really. He just 
carried the anti-bodies, but it could happen any day. 
Rolf was just waiting.

"So..." He looked at me. "I don't know. Guess I lost 
the urge for it, ya know? And now..." Rolf's voice 
filled with irony and he grinned, gesturing around us. 
"...now I'm just selling the drama."

end

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