Porn Star (9 page)

“I was pretty offended, but I needed the
money so I showed up to the shoot. The guys they wanted me to fuck
looked like a bunch of heroin addicts they found under some bridge.
They all had their papers, but they stunk like shit and looked like
hell.”

“So you refused?”

“Not at first, I put on the stupid costume,
ran around on all fours snorting like a pig while they took turns
dropping loads in my backside. When it got to the fourth guy I had
to stop. He was fucking disgusting. His dick was weird looking, I
wasn’t even sure he was a dude.”

“What did the producer say?”

“The producer wasn’t there, it was the
fucking director who told me to keep fucking or get the hell off
his set. He said if I didn’t do what he said, I’d never work in
porn again.”

“So what did you do?”

“I left, and I’ve never worked in porn
again.”

“Do you remember his name? The director?”

“No, but it was some Hispanic name. I think
he was from Guatemala. Had a real fucked up accent?”

“Was he a tall skinny guy with a lot of
wrinkles and squinty eyes?”

‘Yeah, and he always wore a ball cap and
never washed his greasy hair.”

“He’s dead,” Cassidy stated flat.

“Good, he was a prick, what happened to
him?”

“Found in a gutter with a bullet in his
neck.”

“That’s life I suppose, I call it Karma.”

Again a long awkward pause as Cassidy tried
to think of a way to ditch Acid and

leave. “Well, I got to get going,” she said
with a nervous tick.

“What? You got a shoot to go to?”

“No, I just need to get home and clean my
house, it’s a mess.”

“Are you married?” Acid asked.

“No”

“Dating anyone?”

“No.”

“Then how can you afford a house? I mean, do
you do anything else besides porn?”

“No, that’s it, I made over a hundred
thousand last year,” Cassidy said trying not to

look like she was bragging.

“Holy fuck,” Acid snapped back. “I think I
made fourteen thousand, what the fuck is

wrong with me?”

Cassidy started to pull her cart back and
spin it around so she could leave. “I don’t

know, maybe you should try harder,” she said
as she moved the cart away.

“Try harder?” Acid barked back pissed. “What
does that mean?”

“I don’t want to get into a huge discussion
Acid, ok?” Cassidy said with a fake smile.

Acid left her cart and walked over to Cassidy
grabbing onto hers keeping her from leaving. “Tell me what you
mean?”

Cassidy took a deep breath and looked Acid in
the eyes, “Maybe you should drop a few pounds.”

“What the fuck?” Acid replied cocking her
neck like a rooster. “I have a body to kill for, I got titties that
will rock any man’s world and the hips and ass to go with
them.”

“You are a niche market, only a few guys go
for the fat girls, most of them want girls like me.”

“Like you? You skinny ass bitch. You look
like a boy. You have no curves. If it weren’t for your fake ass
boobs I’d swear you were my brother in a wig.”

“Say what you want Acid, but I don’t have a
problem getting work. And I get paid very well for what I do.”

“That’s because you take it in the ass.
Everyone knows if you take it in the ass anyone will hire you.”

“I’ve never taken it in the ass, sorry,”
Cassidy replied. “Now can you let go of my cart?”

“I’ll let go of your cart when I want to let
go of your cart you little snippy bitch. I came with you to porn
school, I helped you out when things weren’t so good, and now you
tell me you don’t need me anymore?”

“Acid, we haven’t spoken in years. Things
have changed and I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah, I see that.”

“Maybe you could see a trainer, or go on a
diet. You’re still young enough to get work.”

“If I lose weight I’ll have extra skin and
stretch marks, nobody wants to see that, they want to see me, all
of me. I might be fat, but I’m sexy fat.”

“Then why didn’t you get the job you
auditioned for?”

Like fire from a cannon, Acid slapped Cassidy
across the face and grabbed her hair with both hands pulling the
extensions out and grasping for more. “You fucking bitch! I hate
you! I always hated you!” she yelled as she continued to smack
Cassidy around and pull on her hair.

Cassidy reached out and grabbed Acid by her
shirt and tried to pull her in close so she could grab at her hands
and get her hands off her hair. All Cassidy could grab was fat
rolls which made getting close harder and harder. “Let me go!”
Cassidy yelled back and began to punch Acid in her tits and belly.
Acid either didn’t feel the blows or was to high on adrenaline to
care. The two women continued to yell and fight in the soup aisle
to the amusement of the customers who paused to watch. Nobody
stepped in to stop it. Not until the unit manager came running down
the aisle and grabbed ahold of Acid and began pulling on her trying
to separate the two. To no one’s surprise, as Acid was pulled in
one direction, Cassidy was pulled along by her hair making the
situation worse.

.

Dennis took off running down the hall with no
clue to where he was going. All he knew was that he was inside some
alien ship and that he had to find Cassidy. Periodically he would
stop and read the signs on the doors and walls but without a
reference point, his efforts were worthless. How was he going to
find Cassidy in a ship that he knew nothing about. His first
instinct was to find an alien and ask them where she was. His
second instinct was to find an alien and force them to tell her
where she was but picking aliens at random might not work as most
probably had no clue to where she was. There had to be a way.

For the next hour, Dennis walked the halls
looking in rooms and trying to fit in. His clothes stuck out like a
sore thumb so most of the aliens he came across he had to kill by
smashing their marshmallow heads in with this fist leaving a long
trail behind him. He knew it would be fairly soon before they found
him if he didn’t find Cassidy first, and then what was he going to
do if he did find her? It wasn’t like they were going to land the
ship and let them off just because he asked.

“Who are you?” Dennis heard from behind. He
spun around to see a short woman dressed in the same uniform the
rest of the aliens were wearing.

“Nobody,” Dennis replied realizing his answer
wouldn’t get him anywhere with her.”

“What are you doing out here?” she asked.

“I’m looking for Cassidy, have you seen
her?”

“The woman in the infirmary? Yes, I’ve seen
her,” the alien woman replied to his amazement.

“Where is she?”

“I’ll take you to her,” the alien woman
replied.

“That’s ok, you can’t point.”

“You can’t get there without a key code, do
you have a key code?” she asked. “No, but you can write one down
for me.”

“Does it look like I have a pen?”

Dennis paused for a second to get him mind
straight. ‘I’m sorry, I’m in a bit of a rush and I’m really
stressed out right now.”

“Then let me take you to her,” the alien said
again.

“Why would you do that?” Dennis asked.
“You’re going to set me up and get me captured again.”

“You know what? Not all of us are alike you
know. I have my own thoughts and ideas. I don’t like what they do
around here and I don’t make any bones about it. Heck, I’m willing
to get you off this thing if you want. I’d love to see those
assholes in charge get a taste of their own medicine.”

“And I’m supposed to trust you? I’ve never
met you before.”

“Don’t, I wouldn’t if I were you. Trust has
to be earned, not given away lightly. In your situation, the only
reasonable thing to do would be to go find her on your own. Do what
your instinct tells you to do. “

“I will,” Dennis said walking away from the
alien woman. He kept an eye on her as he moved away to make sure
she didn’t do anything to jeopardize his mission to find Cassidy
and get them off the ship. She didn’t move for a while and then
stepped out of the hallway into one of the rooms.

Dennis moved quickly, scanning all around
looking for any sign of Cassidy. He needed a break and wasn’t
getting anywhere. Now his frustration was turning to anger and his
thoughts went from rescue to punishment. Taking a deep breath, he
leaned back against the wall and tried to clear his mind and think
of a way to figure out where Cassidy was in this huge floating
silver football. Then an idea came to him. Maybe if he caused a
fire, or some other sort of emergency, it would flush her location
out. But then he realized that escaping from his handlers was an
emergency of sorts and nobody seemed to care all that much
anyway.

“May I help you?” a voice asked.

Dennis looked to his right and saw a tall
silver humanoid robot standing in the hall looking at him.

“Yeah, I’m looking for a woman,” Dennis
replied.

“What is her name?” the machine asked.

“Cassidy Rayne,” Dennis replied without
thinking.

“Cassidy Rayne is currently being housed in
the medical infirmary on level six. Would you like me to take you
to her?”

Dennis was starting to think that maybe these
guys weren’t as bad as he thought in the first place. Now he was
feeling a bit guilty for turning that last guy into a smashed up
marshmallow.” “Yes, take me to her,” Dennis replied.

“Follow me,” the robot said and turned and
walked down the hallway. Dennis followed close and kept an eye out
for anyone who might be watching.

“What is this place?” Dennis asked.

“This is the administration wing,” the robot
replied.

“No, I mean this ship, what is it?”

“You are aboard the cruise ship xoo5.”

“Cruise ship? Like in vacation cruise
ship?”

“Yes, are you enjoying your cruise?” the
robot asked.

“Actually no, you motherfuckers captured us
in mid-flight. What kind of cruise ship does that?”

“We were short on passengers, it’s our way of
filling empty cabins.”

“If that’s the case, why the anal probe?”

“Oh, that has nothing to do with us that was
probably some unruly passengers. Would you like to lodge a
complaint to the main office?”

“Now I’m really fucked up, are you saying
that I can get off this anytime I want?”

“No, you have to wait for an approved port of
call,” the robot replied.

“When is the next approved stop?” Dennis
asked.

“Mars,” the robot replied and kept
walking.

“Who runs this fucked up ship?”

“Mars cruise lines LLC.”

“Can I speak to the captain?” Dennis asked
pissed.

“No one speaks directly to the captain. He
isn’t on the ship anyway, they run the ship from a control center
on Mars.”

“Stop for a second,” Dennis demanded. “Then
who is in charge on this ship right now?”

The robot stopped and turned to face Dennis.
“There is no one in charge. The operations are all controlled back
on Mars.”

“Do you have police? Security? I want
somebody to do something about those assholes with the anal
probe!”

“If you want to lodge a complaint, you can.
The situation will be dealt with according to our policy and
procedures.”

“Tell you what, for now get me to Cassidy,
I’ll deal with those fuckers later.”

“As you wish,” the robot replied and turned
back to leading Dennis to Cassidy.

“Out of curiosity, how do you plan to get me
to pay for a trip I didn’t ask for? And isn’t this considered
kidnapping?”

“Not on Mars it isn’t, we have a whole
different set of laws.”

“I see, that’s pretty warped.”

“I’m not paying you a fucking dime, not for
stealing me out of the sky.”

“If you don’t pay, we will get our money
anyway, that’s not an issue.” The robot stopped at an elevator and
pushed the up button.

“From whom?” Dennis asked.

“We’ll grind you up and feed you to the other
passengers.”

“That is hostage taking, or extortion.”

“We run a family business, we have bills to
pay like everyone else and require a positive cash flow.”

“You treat me more like a cow than a
passenger. I’m not livestock!” Dennis yelled as they stepped onto
the elevator.

“Then pay up,” the robot said. The doors shut
and the two rose up in the elevator shaft to level six. Upon
arriving, the door opened and the two stepped out.

“What am I supposed to pay you with? I only
have twelve dollars in my wallet.”

“We don’t want your cash, we require
something much more valuable.”

“What is more valuable than cash?” Dennis
asked.

“On Mars, we are poor on minerals. We require
massive amounts of Calcium”

“Calcium? Like what teeth are made of?”

“Yes.”

“Go mine some limestone, it’s filled with
Calcium,” Dennis replied.

“Really?” the robot asked.

“You didn’t know that? You come from Mars and
don’t do your basic geology?”

“No, we figured we’d just get it out of your
bones.”

“You want me to pay you with my bones? What
kind of fucked up idea is that?”

“We wouldn’t extract the calcium until you
die silly,” the robot replied. Until then you could fly around the
universe for free.

“I want out of here, I want you to take me
and Cassidy and put us both back on the ground where we were going
in the first place.”

“Sorry, we have too many unfilled cabins at
this time. Maybe next trip.”