MondayUnlike most of the stories you read about Hollywood, this one really happened.
At about 10:30 tonight, I realized I was low on gasoline. There was a gas station nearby on Sunset Strip with moderate prices. I headed over there. As I was pulling in, a very pretty young woman in tight white pants and a man with her looked at me very hard, started to laugh and then kept looking at me as I was pumping my High Test.
The woman came over and asked me if she could have her friend take her picture with me. “Sure,” I said.
I put my arm around her bare shoulders. She had young, soft skin and a ready smile. “Are you a student?” I asked her.
“No,” she said. “I’m a sexy actress.”
“Does that mean porn movies?” I asked.
“Not so much movies as scenes,” she said.
“Really. May I ask how much that pays?”
“You mean just straight vanilla boy girl?” she asked.
“Right.”
“On a good day, a thousand dollars,” she said.
“How long does it take?”
“Depends. Six to eight hours including prep.”
“How many do you do in a year?” I asked.
“Not many,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve even done fifty altogether in five years.”
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