Porn Star (6 page)

Taken aback by her question and tone, Dr.
Kerr stood and thought for the right answer. “I go to the salon for
a haircut.”

“You’ve never had your eyebrows waxed?”

“No, and I don’t know of anyone else that has
either. But that doesn’t answer my question, why don’t you have
pubic hair?”

“In my job, most men don’t like to see a big
hairy bush, they want to see a clean pussy.”

Shocked and confused, Dr. Kerr asked. “What
sort of job is that?”

“I’m a porn star,” Cassidy replied with
pride.

Dr. Kerr and the nurse both looked at each
other and back at Cassidy. “Can you explain what it is you do
exactly?” the doctor asked.

“I get paid to have sex on camera. You never
seen a porn before?”

A long pause and then the doctor motioned for
the nurse to follow her out the door into the hallway. “We’ll be
back in a bit, if you need anything, use the call button on the
side rail.”

In a flash, the doctor and nurse walked out
of the room leaving Cassidy alone in the quiet. She couldn’t help
but think she said something wrong and now the two women in the
hall were busy talking about her behind her back. What sort of
fucked up world is this where people would get wacked out about
meeting a porn star

A few minutes passed and two guards entered
the room followed by Dr. Kerr and the Nurse.

“What’s this all about?” Cassidy asked
looking at the guards.

“We need to keep you under secure guard while
we assess what to do,” Dr. Kerr replied.

“Why? What did I do?”

“I’m not sure what it’s like where you come
from Miss Miller, but what you do for a living is looked down very
hard here. I feel you might be suffering from some sort of
psychiatric problem that needs further assessment and
treatment.”

“What, you think I’m nuts because I get paid
to fuck?”

“To put it bluntly, yes. That’s not normal
behavior.”

“Who the fuck are you to judge me? And you
can get rid of your fucking guards, I don’t need this shit.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m remanding you to a
seventy two hour psych hold until we can assess what your diagnosis
is and begin treatment.”

“I don’t have a diagnosis, I have a job, I
pay my taxes, let me fucking go. Now!” Cassidy snapped back.

“You will have your first psych eval in a few
hours, until then you are on lockdown and will not be allowed to
leave. These guards are here to make sure you don’t escape or try
to hurt yourself before you can be seen. If you have any further
questions, you can contact my nurse and she’ll get back to me.
Until then, you will be under my care.”

Later that afternoon Cassidy was escorted by
guard and Nurse Alice to a small cluttered office and made to sit
and wait. On the wall was a diploma and hanging next to it was a
license with the name Dr. Tower Fanblade Psychologist.

“How long is this going to take?” Cassidy
asked.

“The doctor will be in soon,” Alice
replied.

“I didn’t ask how long it would take for the
doctor to get here, I asked how long I’m stuck here. Nobody’s read
me my rights yet.”

“You’re not under arrest,” the doctor said as
he walked into the room. “You’re here for a psych eval. And based
on that eval, you will be either let go, or admitted for
services.”

“What kind of services?” Cassidy asked.

“That all depends on the results, now let’s
begin,” Dr. Fanblade said taking a seat behind his desk. “Now,
first, tell me about what you remember of the plane crash.”

“I told the other doctor I don’t remember a
plane crash.”

“Pretend like you never spoke to the other
doctor, ok?” Dr. Fanblade asked. “I need to hear this fresh from
you.”

“Fine,” Cassidy said annoyed.

“What can you tell me that you do
remember?”

Cassidy sat and thought for a moment scanning
the room as she tried to remember. “All I know is that I was on a
plane with my photographer heading to a shoot, that’s it.”

“What kind of shoot is that?”

“Porn, a guy was going to pay me to have sex
and take pictures.”

“Is this a sort of behavior you do
often?”

“Yes, its how I make money.”

“I see, and how long have you been doing
this?”

“Since I was eighteen.”

Dr. Fanblade wrote some notes and tapped the
keys of his laptop. “Were you abused as a child?” he asked.

“What business is that of yours?”

“I am a doctor and this is a clinical
interview. You can tell me.”

“No different than any other girl I suppose,
the normal stuff.”

“Go on,” he asked.

“My daddy didn’t rape me if that’s what
you’re getting at,” Cassidy snapped.

“I want to find out what this obsession is
with sex. Have you always been promiscuous? Did you like to peep at
the boys in the shower?”

“Look doc, I know what I’m doing. I know how
to please a man and I’m good at it. There is nothing wrong with
that.”

“I’m not here to judge.”

“Then why the interrogation?”

“The problem isn’t what you’re doing, the
problem lies in whom you’re doing it to.”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you married to this man you were going
to have sex with?”

“No.”

“Do you not realize that there is a law
against adultery in this state?”

“What the fuck? There is no law against
adultery in any state. What are you talking about?”

“I think I’ve found out what part of the
problem is,” the doctor said scratching his chin with his pen. “You
are delusional. You don’t have a proper grasp of reality. How could
you not know that adultery was against the law?”

Cassidy sat in awe and amazement at what the
doctor was saying not believing what she was hearing. “What episode
of the Twilight Zone is this?” she asked. “Next thing you will tell
me is that you’ve never heard of a porn star.”

“A what?” the doctor asked.

“Are you kidding me?” Cassidy asked.

“What is a porn star?”

“Look it up online, you can’t miss it, or
me.”

“Please, indulge me, what is a porn
star.”

Cassidy shook her head in disgust and was
sure she was being played. The nurse and the guard gave no
indication that this was a ruse though, and she was perplexed as to
what was going on. “I have sex on camera and people pay to
watch.”

“Sex with who?”

“Whoever they pay me to have sex with. Men,
women, by myself, it doesn’t matter as long as I get paid. Didn’t
you ever look at a Playboy growing up? or a Hustler magazine?”

“I’ve never heard of these before, what are
they?”

“Holy fuck, I’m not going to explain this to
you. Go to the gas station and look at the magazine rack”.

“There is no reason to be hostile Miss
Miller, I just need to gather some information.”

“Nobody calls me Miss Miller, my name is
Cassidy Rayne.”

“Why?”

“It’s my professional stage name, so fans
don’t come around stalking me.”

The doctor tapped his keys some more and sat
back thinking of what to say. “Honestly, I have no idea what you’re
talking about. This porn you talk about is not something I am aware
of and I don’t think the nurse or the guard would disagree.”

“Well, that’s not my fault if you live in a
cave. I am a porn star, I’ve been in over three hundred DVD’s and
I’m not ashamed of it. Now, if you don’t have any charges against
me, I want to go.”

“Before you go, could you show me an example
of what exactly you do as a porn star?”

“Private shows are three hundred dollars,”
Cassidy replied smugly.

“I am not a customer, I’m the doctor that’s
going to determine your outcome, so if you don’t mind, I need to
see what it is you do.”

Cassidy, pissed and on the edge of throwing a
chair at the doctor yelled, “Fine!” She stood up and walked over to
nurse Alice who was standing by the door and dropped to her knees.
In one swift motion, she lifted Alice’s white skirt and pulled down
her panties. Alice tried to stop her but the doctor motioned for
her to let Cassidy continue.

Cassidy then spun Alice around and sat her in
the chair she was sitting in and spread her legs apart. Cassidy
took a hard look at the doctor and then turned and buried her face
into Alice’s crotch and began to lick furiously. “Damn, you need to
shave this thing,” she said between licks.

Alice, shocked and embarrassed began to moan
feeling Cassidy’s tongue buried deep between her legs and stroke up
and down over her clit and labia. The doctor and guard both watched
as the two women became one for the moment. Alice began to grind
back and forth letting Cassidy find the best spots to lick and her
moaning became louder and louder. No one stopped them as they
continued to dance in rhythm and pulse back and forth. Every once
and a while Cassidy would steal a look over at the doctor who was
watching her go down on the nurse. She was amazed at how little the
doctor was getting into what she was doing.

“What are you doing?” the doctor asked.

Cassidy removed her face from the nurse’s
pussy and replied, “I’m eating her out, and you never ate out a
woman before?”

“Looks disgusting, she might be on her menses
for all you know.”

“I took a chance, I thought you might enjoy
that more than me giving your guard a blow job.”

“Blow job?”

“Give me a fuckin break,” Cassidy yelled
pulling a pubic hair from her teeth. “I suppose you want me to
demonstrate that on you?”

“No, I think I have all the information I
need for the evaluation. The guard can take you back to your room
now.”

Dennis sat in his holding cell chained to the
wall at his ankle. He had been sitting there for two days before
anyone came to speak to him. He didn’t know who it was, or why he
was being held like a prisoner, but finally he was due some
answers.

“How are you today?” an unfamiliar man asked
through the bars. He was dressed in a brown uniform and looked like
something from a Turkish prison. He had a slight accent that didn’t
sound familiar and wore a pair of very dark sunglasses,
indoors.

“What am I doing here?” Dennis asked. He
didn’t want to provoke an argument so he kept his tone civil and
low.

“You are under observation,” the man
replied.

“For what?”

“We don’t trust you, we need to know what you
are all about.”

“Who are you? And what is this place?” Dennis
asked.

The man signaled for the door to be opened
and it slid open with a groan. “My name is Kassebaum,” he replied
as he stepped inside the cell.

“And what is this place Kassebaum?”

“You tell me.”

“Funny, we’re playing games are we?” Dennis
replied shaking his head. “I’ll tell you where I think I am, I
think I’m inside that big silver football that snapped up the plane
before it hit the ground.”

“Big silver football? I like that, never
heard it called that before.”

“And I think you’re some sort of alien from
Mars or Venus or some shit hole I’ve never heard of before.”

“Shit hole is relative, I think Earth is a
shit hole. You’d like where I’m from, it’s very nice there.”

“If it’s so nice, what are you doing here?”
Dennis asked.

“Observation, collection, the usual. Don’t
you watch television or the movies?” Kassabaum replied with a
grin.

“Yeah I do, I suppose you’re going to whip
off your face and show me some lizard under your mask.”

“I like you, you have a lot of spunk.”

“I’m trying to like you, but I have a hard
time with anyone who thinks they have to chain me to a wall. Where
is Cassidy, and the rest of the passengers?”

“Cassidy is fine, she’s going through a psych
eval.” Kassebaum looked at his watch. “No, she’s done by now,
should be back in her room.”

“Does she know what’s going on?”

“Not a clue, that’s what the eval is
for.”

“How about the others?”

“They are fine, just like you.”

“What do you plan to do with us?”

“I’m not at liberty to say. That’s for the
medical and scientific specialties, I’m security.”

“How long have you been security?” Dennis
asked impatiently.

“About twelve years now.”

“So you must have some clue as to what they
have planned for us.”

“Actually I know exactly what they have
planned. I just don’t have the authority to tell you.”

Dennis paused for a moment and tried to read
Kassebaum’s body language. He was hard to read behind the dark
glasses, like playing poker with a seasoned player. “Should I be
worried?” Dennis asked.

“You’re in chains, what do you think?”
Kassebaum replied.

“So much for the benevolent alien theory,”
Dennis said getting pissed.

“Think of it this way, of all your fellow
humans, how many get the opportunity you do?”

“Opportunity for what? To be poked prodded
and cut up?”

Kassebaum didn’t reply. It was as if Dennis
had guessed to close and his guard didn’t want to give away the
surprise. The guard stood still and it almost seemed like he was
listening to something. He became detached to Dennis and for a
moment, the silence was very awkward.

“Hello?” Dennis asked prodding Kassebaum to
answer. Nothing. “I’m talking to you, you alien mother fucker.”
Still nothing. If he had something to throw, he would but he had
nothing but the clothes he wore onto the plane.