Porn Star (31 page)

“Why didn’t you pay the six hundred dollars
in the first place? Why were you sued?”

Henry didn’t want to answer, he didn’t want
to admit he lied in the past and got caught. He sat and drummed his
fingers on his knee and hoped Fish would move on to a different
question.

“Please answer the question or I will request
an obstruction charge be placed on you and maybe contempt of
court.”

“I lied to a guy, there you go,” Henry
replied.

“Do you make it a habit to lie?” Fish
asked.

“No, that was a onetime thing.”

“Is there a chance you are lying to the court
about what you saw happen to my client?”

“If you are asking me if I lied about seeing
that fuck head get shot, no, I didn’t see anything. I have no
fuckng idea what happened.”

“The nurse stated in deposition that when she
left, my client had no bullets in his chest, but when she returned,
he had. She also testified that she saw no one come or leave the
room. She was sitting at the nurse’s station with a clear view of
the door.”

“Maybe she’s the one lying,” Henry said. “She
spent most of her time trying to get in my pants. She’s just pissed
I wouldn’t let her fuck me in the bathroom shower.”

“You are claiming she made up the story out
of spite to get back at you for not having sex with her on the
job?”

“I swore on your fucking bible, now stop
asking me the same questions over and over”

Fish addressed the judge. “Your honor, I
believe this witness is committing perjury in order to make himself
look better.”

“We will address that at retrial if
information is found out proving the witness is indeed lying on the
stand. Next witness.”

The defense lawyer called Edwardo to the
stand.

“What is your last name?” the defense lawyer
asked Edwardo.

“Smith,” Edwardo replied.

“Mr. Smith, did you see Mrs. Miller shoot Mr.
Jackowski?”

“Who?”

“Dennis, the photographer.”

“Oh, I plead the fifth, sorry.”

“Why are you pleading the fifth? You’re not
on trial.”

“I’m not?”

“No, you’re not.”

“Then yes, I did see her shoot him, about
five times in the chest.”

To his horror, the lawyer heard the very
words he hoped he would never hear. He was certain Edwardo would
lie and tell the jury he didn’t see anything. Now he was fucked and
needed to think on his feet.

“Are you sure? Could it have been a repressed
memory from a movie you saw?”

“No, I’m pretty sure she shot him, I still
have the gun.”

“You have the gun?”

“Yeah, she handed it to me and told me to get
rid of it so stuffed it down my pants and left the room before the
cops got there.”

“Are you sure you’re not suffering from some
sort of delusions? Do you take any psych medications or are under
the care of a therapist?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“This alleged gun you say you have, where is
it?”

“In the trunk of my car,” Edwardo
replied.

The defense lawyer was digging himself deeper
and deeper into a hole he couldn’t get out of. He decided to cut
his losses. “No more questions,” he said and walked away in
disgust.

“Your witness,” the judge said to Fish.

“Your honor, may we take ten minutes while
the witness retrieves the gun from his trunk? I would like to enter
it into evidence.”

“Granted,” the judge said tapping his
gavel.

Ten minutes later a pistol was set on the
judge’s bench placed into evidence. Fish continued his questioning.
“Is this the pistol Miss Miller gave to you to hide?”

“Yes it is.”

“Did you see her, with your own eyes, shoot
my client in the chest with this gun?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Thank you, no more questions.”

“Is there anymore witnesses to be called?”
the judge asked. “Neither lawyer spoke up. “I am remanding this
case to the jury for deliberation at this time.” the judge said and
the courtroom cleared.

As Cassidy was being led out of the
courtroom, a large group of reporter’s clamored to get in a
question. Always the exhibitionist, she faked tripping on her heels
and managed to get her tube top to fall to her waist exposing her
huge fake tits. The cameras focused on the porn star’s breasts and
she became ecstatic realizing that hundreds of people were seeing
her topless on live television. The guards tried to pull her top
back up but she held her arms tight against her body keeping it
pinned down by her hips.

“Cassidy!” a reporter yelled. “What do you
think your chances are?”

“They have nothing on me,” she replied
giggling her tits up and down.

“They have an eye witness and the gun,”
another shouted.

“Go to cassidyrayne.com and sign up for a
subscription!” she yelled back.

“Word is you don’t have a chance in hell!”
another reporter yelled from the crowd.

“Don’t believe everything you hear,” she
snapped back. She tried desperately to pull her skirt off and give
the cameras a good view of her thong. It didn’t work, the guards
were now pushing her through the crowd of reporters towards the
main door. In a move only a dancer could pull off, she managed to
bend over and give the crowd a nice butt shot. It was the best she
could muster, but it was enough to feed her ego for a while.

The jury was out for four hours before
returning their verdict. Cassidy, Henry, Edwardo and Dennis were
all shuffled back into the courtroom along with a full gallery of
attendees to hear the judge read it.

“In the case of Mrs. Linda Miller vs the
State of Texas, for attempted murder, the jury finds you guilty as
charged!” the judge read. The courtroom erupted in cheers and boos
and Cassidy sunk her head into her hands in disbelief and despair.
It was now the big house for her, for a long time. The judge now
read her sentencing. “Due to the fact you shot a man, while lying
in a hospital bed, I find your crime extra heinous, and I sentence
you to twenty years without the chance for parole. You will be
remanded to women’s prison to serve out your sentence.”

Women’s prison? Not again Cassidy thought to
herself. She hated women, she hated the thought of the only sex she
would ever get was prison pussy. She had been raped in a jail
shower by two women in her past and didn’t want to ever go through
that again. There must be a way out, but she had no idea. Locked in
wrist and ankle cuffs, she was shuttled out of the courtroom and
into an awaiting police car to be transported to prison.

Once in the patrol car, she asked the officer
driving, “If I give you a blowjob, will you let me go?”

The officer turned around and looked at her
like she was nuts.

“I give the best blow jobs, I’ve been doing
it for eight years, and I’ve been in more than three hundred
DVD’s.”

The officer remained silent.

“I once did a shoot for a DVD where I fucked
a cop. He wasn’t a real cop, he was an actor, I knew him from a few
friends that did porn.”

No reply.

“In the video the cop pulled me over for a
traffic violation. I offer him a bribe and he takes it. I sucked
him off and let him blow on my face. Do you want to blow on my
face?”

“Ma’am,” the officer said. “Would you please
be quiet?”

“I bet your wife doesn’t let you do that.
Most bitches don’t give their husbands what they really want. They
lay on their backs like they’re dead until you drop your load and
fall asleep. I know how to make a man happy.”

“You need to keep your mouth shut lady,” the
cop said.

“What? Are you gay?” Cassidy asked.

Still, no reply.

“I don’t like doing girl on girl porn, most
women aren’t clean down there. I was once offered eight hundred
dollars to do a lesbian threesome. I turned it down. Last thing I
want is some women's twat in my face. Disgusting.”

“I like twat in my face,” the other officer
replied.

Finally, she got a reaction. “If you let me
up front, I can suck your dick,” she said.

“There is no room up here,” the officer
replied.

“You can come back here.”

“Too tight.”

“Let’s pull over and we can do it on the car
hood.”

“I don’t think so, my job isn’t worth a blow
job.”

“A blow job? Do you know who I am? Getting a
blowjob from me is like getting a blowjob from God. I get three
hundred dollars from my private customers.”

“God makes three hundred dollars giving
head?” the officer asked.

The patrol car headed down the street on its
way to the highway where they would be at the prison by four pm.
Cassidy looked out the window watching her freedom go away once
again. This time it felt like it was the last time, until she felt
a thump on the roof of the car and saw the ground getting smaller
outside her window. She felt the car rise up and for a moment her
stomach get queasy from the movement. It was car sickness of the
worst kind.

“What’s going on?” she asked watching the two
officers in the from seat scramble with their equipment.

“Hold on!” the driver yelled. “Something has
us.”

“No shit! ”Cassidy yelled looking out the
window. He tried to look up and all she could see was a huge silver
football. “Fuck, not again,” She said.

“What are you talking about?” the cop
asked.

“This happened once before,” Cassidy replied.
“It didn’t end well.”

“What is going on? Who has us?”

“It’s an alien ship,” Cassidy replied.

“Are they going to kill us?”

“I doubt it, they’re more of the probe in the
ass kind of aliens.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, long story.”

“What should we do?”

“Wait it out, it all depends on who’s got
us.”

“What do you mean?”

“The ship has lots of different kinds of
aliens on it, not all are the same, they are kind of like us.”

The alien ship continued to pull the patrol
car up into the ship until it had consumed it like a marshmallow.
The car was set on a hard surface and the cable was detached. The
ship closed its doors and they were alone. Until they saw two
figures walking towards them.

“Stay cool, let me do all the talking,”
Cassidy said.

“Fine with me,” the driver said.

The two figures walked up to the car and
ripped off the back door letting Cassidy get out. The two officers
in the front sat still scared to death.

“Cassidy Rayne?” one of the aliens asked.

“Yes,” Cassidy replied.

“Come with us.”

“What about them?” she asked looking at the
two officers cowering in the patrol car.

“Don’t worry, it’s almost lunch time.”

“What does that mean?”

“Come with us,” the alien said again waiting
for Cassidy to follow.

Cassidy thought for a second, realized that
she couldn’t help these two officers and decided to follow the
aliens. She was in no condition, in shackles to save them.

Down long corridors they walked passing door
after door until they came to one that opened when they approached.
Inside was a nicely furnished apartment and a man sitting at the
end of a couch sipping on a diet soda. He addressed his guest.
“Hello Cassidy, how are you?”

Dressed in her orange jumpsuit and cuffs, she
replied, “I don’t know, I was heading to prison, and I almost wish
I was still heading to prison. Who are you?”

“My name isn’t important, what is important
is that I have saved you.”

Cassidy looked around the apartment and
wondered why this guy hadn’t asked her to sit down or offered her a
diet soda.

“Have a seat, would you like a diet soda?” he
asked.

She felt better now and had a seat. “I
suppose I should thank you, but what do you have in mind for
me?”

“As you can see, I am very well off. I have
been a fan of yours for years, I own over one hundred of your DVD’s
and I spank to them on a regular basis. My wife hates it, but she’s
a fat cow. I cannot in good conscience see you rot away in
prison.”

“You get the news up here?”

“I get more stations that I can stand, but I
have been focused on your trial. At one point I planned on coming
down and having a chat with the jury, but strong arming people
usually never works. I waited until you were alone and snatched you
up.”

“I see that,” Cassidy said taking a sip of
diet cola.

“I have a room for you, do you want to see
it?”

“I need to think about this for a second. I
realize that I was heading to prison, but isn’t this just a
different prison?” she asked.

“Don’t think of this as prison, you have the
run of the ship.”

“I still don’t see the difference, can you
drop me off on Earth? Somewhere I can start over?”

“No really, can you drop me off?” Cassidy
asked.

“Sorry, not right now,” the strange man
asked.

“And what is your name, I can’t go around
addressing you as nobody.”

“My name is Ed,” Ed said.

‘And who are you? What sort of alien are you?
I know there are more than one kind here, it’s like a cruise ship
for E.T.s”

Sipping on a mixed drink and puffing a cigar,
Ed replied. “I’m human actually, I rent space on this ship.”

“Rent? I’ve never seen an ad for rental on a
spaceship before.”

“They don’t place the ads in places normal
people can find them. Anyway, I live here and so do you.”

“No, no I don’t, you need to get me back on
the ground,” Cassidy replied getting pissed.