Porn Star (20 page)

“There must be another town around here, a
more “normal” place. We just have to look for it.”

The two got on the elevator and hit the
button for the surface. It zipped upwards at a very fast pace and
in no time they were on the surface in bright sunlight. To greet
them were a group of very sexy women holding guns pointing at
them.”

“Now what?” Cassidy asked. “What did we do
this time?”

One of the women stepped forward and pulled
on Cassidy’s jumpsuit. “Why does it say prisoner on the back of
your jumpsuit?”

“You just noticed that now? After you put me
in that hole to save your men?”

“You didn’t save anyone, they cleared the
cave in at the entrance. All you did was take a free joyride.”

“You think that was a joyride?” Cassidy
asked.

‘“
Tell me why it says “prisoner” on the
back of your jumpsuit? Did you escape from somewhere?”

Hesitant to reply, Cassidy tried to change
the subject. “I like your nails,” she said.

“I did them myself,” the woman replied. “Now
where are you from?”

“I found this jumpsuit on the ground, I put
it on because my pants and shirt were dirty.”

“That is a pretty lame lie,” the woman
replied.

“It’s my story and I’m sticking to it,”
Cassidy replied. “Unless you have a better one, I’ll be on my
way.”

The woman conversed a bit with a few other
hot women and it seemed a decision was made by all. “Take off your
clothes,” the woman said.

“Why?” Cassidy asked.

“We need to see if you have any identifiable
marks.”

Cassidy looked at Dennis for support, he
shrugged his shoulders and gave no answer. “I’m not taking off my
clothes, I have rights.”

“I don’t know where you think you are missy,
but the only rights you have are the ones we give to you. Now strip
or I will have you stripped.”

Cassidy paused for a moment looking at the
group of women who were staring her down, looking at her like she
was some sort of criminal. She then pulled each sleeve off and
pushed the jumpsuit down over her hips and let the slide down to
her ankles. She was nude.

“Do you ever wax?” the woman asked. “Turn
around slow,” she demanded.

Cassidy stepped out of her clothes and turned
in a circle letting everyone get a good look at her naked body.
Normally this would be a good thing for her, but in this
circumstance, being that it was all women, it was anticlimactic.
“How is that?” she asked holding up her arms.

“That’s fine, put your clothes back on,” the
woman replied.

“What? You’re not going to rape me?” Cassidy
joked.

“Rape is no joke, now get dressed.”

Content that Cassidy was no threat, the women
of the town let her and Dennis go free. One of the ladies of the
town even gave Cassidy a nice t shirt and pair of jeans so she
could ditch the jail pantsuit. Together they decided it would be
best to move on and find a place where they could both start making
money. They hopped on a bus and headed out of town.

Thirty miles down the highway the bus came to
a halt pulling over to the shoulder on the side of the road. The
passengers looked out the windows to see what the problem was and
spied several men on horseback wearing medieval looking armor. Must
be a renaissance faire many of them thought.

“What’s going on?” Cassidy asked Dennis who
was busy looking out the large front window of the bus.

“I don’t know, looks like some sort of police
checkpoint, but those guys don’t look like police.”

The driver opened the side door and let one
of the men inside. The stranger was average height, dressed in some
sort of smock top with a symbol nobody recognized. He had long hair
and a full beard that looked like it hadn’t been washed in a month.
He stood in the center of the aisle and looked down at the
passengers. “Who here has tribute to the king?” the man asked.

“What the fuck?” Dennis asked under his
breath. “King who?”

The stranger stepped forward and pulled off
his riding gloves and placed them in his belt. “I come looking for
taxes, otherwise known as a tribute, who has money to give?”

Nobody spoke up.

The Stranger kept walking forward looking
down on the passengers as he moved towards the back of the bus. He
stopped halfway and paused dramatically. “You either pay me my tax,
or I take you as a slave to the kingdom, now open your wallets and
hand over your cash.”

Slowly, the passengers began to open their
purses and pull out their wallets and hand over the cash they had.
All except for Cassidy. The stranger took notice and walked over to
her. “Do you not have any money for a tribute to the king?” he
asked.

“Oh, I have money, just not for you. I work
my ass off for this and you aren’t getting a dime.”

The stranger looked at Dennis and said, “Is
this woman your bitch?”

Dennis replied, “She isn’t anyone’s bitch,
she is her own person.”

“You are not married to her?” the stranger
asked.

“No, just friends out for a drive.”

The stranger looked at Cassidy and asked,
“Are you a married woman?”

“Yes I am, what it is to you?” she
replied.

“Where is your husband?”

“Back in South Dakota watching our kids.”

The stranger looked at Cassidy as if she had
just morphed into a monkey. “South Dakota?”

“Yeah, never mind, he’s being a dad.”

“This husband of yours lets you travel with
another man? What sort of husband does that?”

“He’s very responsible, has a job, and takes
care of the kids.”

“Isn’t that your job?” the stranger
asked.

“What are you getting at? Are you insinuating
that the woman is the only person who can take care of kids?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying. If you are
a mother of children, you should be home taking care of them, not
running around with another man.”

Cassidy, now getting more and more pissed
tried to hold back her anger. “I can do whatever the fuck I want, I
have rights. And what’s this bullshit about a tribute to your king?
Are you guys robbing us? If you are, why not spit it out and make
sense?”

“Robbing you?” the stranger chuckled. “Call
it what you want, you have entered the king’s lands and you must
pay a tribute. A toll if you may.”

“I’m not paying you shit. I paid for my bus
fare, if you want money, get it from them, not me. I’m just along
for the ride.”

The stranger looked down at Cassidy and
stared at her large breasts for a long time. She could tell he was
interested in her and thought maybe she could use her looks to get
her way the same way she always had.

“You want some? It will cost you,” she said
to the stranger.

“Want some what?” he asked.

“Sex,” she replied to his horror.

“What are you talking about? Are you offering
me your body? You are a married woman!” he said quite loudly.

“Yeah, he’s cool with it, as long as I get
paid.”

“You’re a prostitute?”

“No, I’m a porn star, I’ve been in over three
hundred DVD’s.” Once she finished her sentence, she realized that
this guy had no idea what that meant.

“Porn star?” the stranger asked. “Explain to
me what a porn star is.”

Cassidy, tired of always explaining her job
to stupid people shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I fuck on
camera for money,” she said.

The stranger stood there and looked down on
her like she was a lab experiment gone bad. He seemed confused yet
infatuated with Cassidy and her brashness. “You let people watch
you have sex,” he replied.

“Yes, it’s no big deal, lots of women do
it.”

“My queen doesn’t do it, neither to our
princesses, or any other women that I know of.”

“Your queen probably gets it on a lot more
than you expect,” Cassidy said with a grin.

“Do not disrespect my queen, I will have your
head if you say one more ill comment of her.”

Cassidy took a deep breath and exhaled slow.
She was getting tired of the stranger and his questions and
comments about her life. It was like talking to her mom. “I’m not
giving you any money so get the fuck away from me,” she said
gritting her teeth.

“Get up,” the stranger said.

“I don’t think so,” Cassidy said looking at
the stranger with piercing eyes.

“Get up or I’ll cut off your head in front of
all these passengers,” he replied firmly.

Cassidy didn’t budge.

The stranger pulled a dagger from his belt
and grabbed her hand. He pressed the knife down onto the skin
making sure not to slide it in either direction. “I never ask
twice, and I already have. If I have to ask a third time you won’t
have a hand any longer.”

Realizing she had no recourse, Cassidy stood
up and the stranger removed the knife.

“Get off the bus,” he said pointing to the
front door.

“He’s coming with me,” she replied looking at
Dennis.

The stranger nodded in agreement and Dennis
stood and followed Cassidy down the aisle and out of the bus. Once
on the ground, they were herded together between two black horses
and forced to wait.

Twenty minutes later, the bus was allowed to
continue down the road without Cassidy or Dennis on board. They
were stuck with the tax collectors who were now ready to head back
to the kings castle. At the castle, the taxes would be turned over
and their fates would be determined.

“Who are you?” Cassidy asked the stranger as
they were carried away on horseback. Cassidy was forced to sit
behind a horseman, as well as Dennis who rode along side. Both had
their hands tied and were strapped to the horse with a rope.

“My name is Ted,” Ted replied.

“You look like you fell out of a King Arthur
novel, and your name is Ted? Shouldn’t it be “Sir Knight Theodore?”
or something fucked up like that?”

Ted laughed at her comment. “I’m no knight
you stupid wench, I’m a tax collector.”

“Ted the tax collector, at least we’re
getting somewhere. Speaking of somewhere, where are you taking
us?”

“To the king’s castle,” Ted replied without
missing a beat.

“This is Midwest USA, we don’t have castle’s
here,” Cassidy said with a smile, “Now really, where are you taking
us.”

Ted pointed across the field to the distant
buildings on the horizon. In the mist she could make out the faint
outline of a very tall building. “That looks like a grain bin to
me,” she said. Then she saw the towers and made out the surrounding
defensive wall. “Holy fuck, that is a castle,” she replied in
disbelief.

“Do you still think we’re in the USA?” Dennis
asked.

“No, I have no idea where we are. What year
is this?” Cassidy asked.

“1324,” Ted replied.

Realizing that the tunnel that led from the
police station was some sort of time travel device, Cassidy was now
wrapping her head around the idea that she was no longer in Kansas.
Or in the time she remembered. “Then explain the bus to me,” she
said.

“You mean that motorized carriage we plucked
you out of?” I have no explanation. Sometimes you have to deal with
the facts you are presented with no matter how fantastic they may
seem. Only God knows.”

“I like that,” Cassidy said. “Explains
nothing, but explains why it explains nothing at the same
time.”

“What are you going to do with us?” Dennis
asked, feeling left out.

“That is up to the king, he will determine
your fate based on what you’re worth.”

“My worth? In 1324 I’m probably not worth
much. You guys still ride horses. I thought they only did that in
the movies.”

“Movies?” Ted asked.

“Never mind. Can you give me a clue as to
what might happen?”

“What is your worth? Your talent, your
skill?” Ted asked.

“I’m a photographer,” Dennis replied.

“What is that?” Ted asked.

“Fuck, I’m going to end up picking corn or
something,” Dennis replied. “Or hauling rocks for a living.”

“No seriously, what is a photographer?”

“It’s like a painter only I use a machine and
the images are instant.”

“That has great value in my king’s court. He
hasn’t had an artist for years.”

“Yeah, but I need a computer and a printer to
make my art and I doubt you have that. I doubt you have
electricity, or know what that is.”

“You think we are fools?” Ted asked with a
smile. “We are not as backwards as you may think.”

“When you see my camera, you may change your
mind,” Dennis said.

“I already know what her talent is,” Ted said
in disgust. “A talent for adultery.”

“I also dance,” Cassidy said in disgust.

“Who doesn’t?” Ted replied. “Most of our
people dance, it is our form of entertainment.”

“I bet they don’t dance like I do,” Cassidy
replied.

“And how is that? With your breasts exposed
and your ass hanging out for everyone to see?”

“It sounds bad if you put it that way.”

“How else is there to put it? You are a
whore, you will probably be put to death or forced to work with the
hogs.”

“Fuck you!” Cassidy snapped back.

“No thanks, I have a wife at home,” Ted
replied and they continued on the path to the castle.

That evening, in the royal court, a show was
scheduled to go on in celebration of a minor knight’s birthday. The
show consisted of music, dancing and a clown to entertain the
crowd. This night, Cassidy would have to pay her taxes the hard way
and put on a show for everyone, including the king. For some
reason, the cash she had wasn’t enough to pay her tax, as the kings
guards wanted her to perform regardless.