file the information away for future reference.”
“Thanks.
It’s good to know. Now what do you think about his private performances? Does
he write them also?”
Jennifer
shrugged again. “Why wouldn’t he scri pt his
performances? It would allow him to play on his strengths and ignore his
weaknesses.”
“What
are his weaknesses?” Kara’s curiosity roused.
“I
really don’t know that he has any. I’ve never seen him exhibit any or heard
anyone mention anything. And it’s rumored that he’s
performed over three hundred times in the last four years.”
“At
ten thousand dollars a performance!” Kara still found it hard to believe
that any person would pay such an exorbitant amount of money to see any two
people have sex. No matter who the people were.
“In
the beginning he only received five thousand a performance and he had to split
it with the girl. So I think he’s probably only rich instead of wealthy .”
“He
doesn’t act rich.” Kara said this because it was the truth. “To loo k at him you’d think he was doing well in life, some sort
of business professional most certainly, but you wouldn’t think he’s rich.”
Jennifer
closed her eyes again. “I believe it’s because he simply doesn’t feel the need
to put on airs to qualify himself to his peers, if he
has any peers in the business? I don’t think he really has any. And now that
we’ve learned he writes scripts, he’s got to be getting a nice sum for each of
those also.”
“I
think he owns a nightclub as well,” Kara said. “Remember me telling you how the manager of that club wilted down under
his wrath. The only logical explanation is that he owns the club.”
“So,
on second thought, he’s probably wealthy if the real truth were to be known.
Not counting the club, just think of the percent age
of the take coming back to him for writing the movies. Most people don’t know
it but feature pornography releases generate more money than Hollywood box
office releases. Always have. There’s no telling how much he’s worth,
especially if he’s a cunning investor. And we both
know he isn’t stupid because he connected himself to all the right people in
the best possible ways to profit from his talents.”
This
last comment made Kara curious about something else. “Tell me more about them.
The people Evan and I will be performing for. You
said once before that they would only quietly watch.”
“What
do you want to know?” Jennifer opened glazed eyes.
“Who
are they? What ages are they? Tell me everything you know about them.”
“That
might take a while.” Jennifer mumb led, her eyelids
falling shut again.
“Well,
I’m not getting out of this bath anytime soon,” Kara said. “It’s too wonderful
feeling.”
“I
know what you mean. Those margaritas combined with this soothing warm water
have kicked my ass. I’m so sleepy I can hard ly keep
my eyes open,” Jennifer mumbled back, then began speaking in a low, robotic
monotone. “The patrons you will be performing for are very wealthy and they
like to slum in their voyeuristic delights…”
Kara
goaded her on a little more, and after a few seconds
Jennifer carried on, “The first time I performed with Evan and that Tiffany
girl I remember being very conscious of how rundown the hotel lobby appeared
where we had sex. It was awful, and definitely not in a safe part of the city.
In all truthfuln ess, it wouldn’t have surprised me if
a gang of thugs had walked in on us brandishing weapons and demanding money.
“But I got past my initial nervousness
and performed exemplary.
“Afterward,
they asked Evan to invite me back. Only this time our performanc e took place in a railroad boxcar. We both wore clothes
that made us look like we were homeless. Evan even added smudges of grease to
our faces and bodies to make us look like authentic hobos. And the clothes
appeared to be from the 1930s depression era an d
really ratty-looking. If Evan hadn’t
“Thanks.
It’s good to know. Now what do you think about his private performances? Does
he write them also?”
Jennifer
shrugged again. “Why wouldn’t he scri pt his
performances? It would allow him to play on his strengths and ignore his
weaknesses.”
“What
are his weaknesses?” Kara’s curiosity roused.
“I
really don’t know that he has any. I’ve never seen him exhibit any or heard
anyone mention anything. And it’s rumored that he’s
performed over three hundred times in the last four years.”
“At
ten thousand dollars a performance!” Kara still found it hard to believe
that any person would pay such an exorbitant amount of money to see any two
people have sex. No matter who the people were.
“In
the beginning he only received five thousand a performance and he had to split
it with the girl. So I think he’s probably only rich instead of wealthy .”
“He
doesn’t act rich.” Kara said this because it was the truth. “To loo k at him you’d think he was doing well in life, some sort
of business professional most certainly, but you wouldn’t think he’s rich.”
Jennifer
closed her eyes again. “I believe it’s because he simply doesn’t feel the need
to put on airs to qualify himself to his peers, if he
has any peers in the business? I don’t think he really has any. And now that
we’ve learned he writes scripts, he’s got to be getting a nice sum for each of
those also.”
“I
think he owns a nightclub as well,” Kara said. “Remember me telling you how the manager of that club wilted down under
his wrath. The only logical explanation is that he owns the club.”
“So,
on second thought, he’s probably wealthy if the real truth were to be known.
Not counting the club, just think of the percent age
of the take coming back to him for writing the movies. Most people don’t know
it but feature pornography releases generate more money than Hollywood box
office releases. Always have. There’s no telling how much he’s worth,
especially if he’s a cunning investor. And we both
know he isn’t stupid because he connected himself to all the right people in
the best possible ways to profit from his talents.”
This
last comment made Kara curious about something else. “Tell me more about them.
The people Evan and I will be performing for. You
said once before that they would only quietly watch.”
“What
do you want to know?” Jennifer opened glazed eyes.
“Who
are they? What ages are they? Tell me everything you know about them.”
“That
might take a while.” Jennifer mumb led, her eyelids
falling shut again.
“Well,
I’m not getting out of this bath anytime soon,” Kara said. “It’s too wonderful
feeling.”
“I
know what you mean. Those margaritas combined with this soothing warm water
have kicked my ass. I’m so sleepy I can hard ly keep
my eyes open,” Jennifer mumbled back, then began speaking in a low, robotic
monotone. “The patrons you will be performing for are very wealthy and they
like to slum in their voyeuristic delights…”
Kara
goaded her on a little more, and after a few seconds
Jennifer carried on, “The first time I performed with Evan and that Tiffany
girl I remember being very conscious of how rundown the hotel lobby appeared
where we had sex. It was awful, and definitely not in a safe part of the city.
In all truthfuln ess, it wouldn’t have surprised me if
a gang of thugs had walked in on us brandishing weapons and demanding money.
“But I got past my initial nervousness
and performed exemplary.
“Afterward,
they asked Evan to invite me back. Only this time our performanc e took place in a railroad boxcar. We both wore clothes
that made us look like we were homeless. Evan even added smudges of grease to
our faces and bodies to make us look like authentic hobos. And the clothes
appeared to be from the 1930s depression era an d
really ratty-looking. If Evan hadn’t
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