Porn Star (28 page)

“I want to get back and find them.”

“I can get you back, but the rest is up to
you.”

“How?” she asked.

“I must take you to my cave, I have a
wormhole there,” Matt replied.

“What’s a wormhole?” Cassidy asked. “Is it
what assholes call my pussy?”

“No, it’s a portal between time and
space.”

“Where does it lead?”

“Back to your time and place.”

How do you know? Maybe it goes somewhere real
fucked up. Like back when I was a kid. My childhood sucked.”

“I can tune it based on your brainwaves and
dna. Don’t worry, its and easy process.”

Cassidy looked to Dennis with concern on her
face. She was looking for a reaction and got a blank stare. “What
do you think?” Cassidy asked.

Dennis was tired of the shit and wanted to go
home, but he didn’t trust anyone at this point. “I think we should
forget it and move on, I don’t think this guy has our best
interests in mind.”

“But he said South Dakota was destroyed!”
Cassidy yelled.

“How does he know that?” Dennis asked staring
at Matt. “It’s his word with nothing to back it up.”

Cassidy stepped towards Matt. “You wouldn’t
do something so cruel would you? You have nothing to gain.”

Matt leaned his head back and closed his
eyes. He was tired from his long walk and wanted to go home. “If
you try to fend for yourself, you have less than a ten percent
chance of survival.

“I want to go, “Cassidy said. It had been a
long journey and she was ready to go home. the plan was for her to
find her family and put porn on the back burner for a while.

Seeing that she was visibly shaken, Dennis
spoke up, “Yeah, let’s get back as close as we can. Maybe we have
family scattered around. How far away is your cave?”

“Its six miles East across the tall grass,”
Matt replied.

“Six miles? Holy crap,” Dennis said aloud.
“My feet are killing me as is.”

“Stop complaining and come on, I’m going
home,” Cassidy barked, and the three headed off into the tall grass
walking towards Matt”s cave.’’

An hour and a half later the trio ended up at
Matt’s cave. It was huge.

“You could park a plane in here,” Dennis said
looking up at the ceiling of the cave. It was lined with craggy
rock and smelled of old campfire.

“It’s around seventy feet high, one hundred
feet wide,” Matt replied. “And stretches back for nine miles
underground.”

“How long have you lived here?” Dennis
asked.

Matt thought long and hard and didn’t speak
until he had a complete thought. “A year and a half,” he replied
stepping deeper and deeper into the cave.”

“That’s not very long, where did you live
before this?” Cassidy asked.

“I used to spend a lot of time on the run,
now I live here,” Matt replied.

“Was anyone here when you moved in?” Cassidy
asked. “This place looks lived in.”

“There were about two dozen people living her
when I moved in. They moved out pretty quick once I got here.”

“Why?” Cassidy asked.

“You ask a lot of questions lady,” Matt
replied. “The wormhole is a mile deep, embedded on the South wall.
We need to get moving.”

“Why so defensive?” Cassidy asked. “Do you
have something you’re avoiding telling us?”

“I do, but it’s not a big deal, we need to
get moving before it gets dark.” Matt replied.

“What happens after dark?” Dennis asked.

“The tall grasslands will fill up with all
sorts of freaks. Trust me, you don't want to be out here after
sundown,” Matt said with a serious look on his face

Later, at the site of the wormhole, Cassidy
looked upon a beautiful blue light that hovered mid waist high in
the air over a flat patch of floor on the cave. “It’s pretty, but
how does it work?” Cassidy asked.

“The blue light marks the entrance to the
wormhole, once you cross into the light, you are instantly
transported to wherever the other port is located.”

“Where is the other port located?” Dennis
asked concerned.

“It’s moves around in the solar wind, but
usually is located near Texas or New Mexico.”

“Usually? What if it’s slides into the Gulf
of Mexico?”

“Then you drown and become shark food,” Matt
replied.

“How often does that happen?”

“I don’t know, they don’t come back and tell
me,” Matt replied with a smile.

“You said you could help, that’s not help,
that’s a crap shoot.”

“You could follow the path backwards from
where you came from, that would take you

back.” Matt said smugly. “Or you can take
your chances and go through the wormhole.”

“Or stay here,” Dennis said.

“Or stay here, yes, if you like what you
see.”

“I hate what I see, this place sucks, I’d
rather go home, even if it’s half nuked.”

“What about you?” Matt asked Cassidy.

“Me too, I’ll take my chances going through
your wormhole. I want out of here.”

“Then let’s get started,” Matt stated
motioning them to follow him closer to the blue light. Both Dennis
and Cassidy followed Matt over to the wall of the cave near the
blue light. It was intense but not so bright it hurt your eyes. It
looked like a ghost hanging in the air.

“Do we go one at a time or both at the same
time?” Cassidy asked.

“Same time, or you will end up in different
spots. Depending on the solar wind, it could be as much as a
hundred miles or as little as ten feet.”

“If it’s moving won’t we be smeared all over
the ground once we land on the other side?”

“No, once you are deposited, you will appear
in place as if you never moved at all.”

“How do you know?” Dennis asked.

“How do you think I got here?” Matt
replied.

Dennis and Cassidy looked each other in the
eye. Then they looked to Matt. Cassidy asked, “Do we have to wait
or can we go now?”

“You can go anytime,” Matt replied.

“Is there a catch? Will I reappear as a tree
or something? Will I be fat?”

“No catch, think of it as a subway. You get
on, you get off.”

“Ok,” Cassidy said looking back to Dennis.
“Are you ready to do this?” she asked.

Dennis nodded yes and they both took a single
step towards the blue light. “On three,” she said. “One, two,
three,” and they both walked into the blue light and
disappeared.

Cassidy sat at the corporate meeting table at
cassidyrayne.com’s headquarters in Littleton Texas. She had found
her husband and kids safe after returning from her journey and
started up her own porn industry business. Dennis was made a minor
partner and given 4% of the business for his part of supervisor of
photography and model recruitment. Both North and South Dakota were
blown to bits.

In addition to Dennis, Cassidy took on a web
developer named Henry and a silent money man named Edwardo. All
four were sitting at the table when Cassidy spoke up,” How much
money are we making today?”

“Six thousand since lunch,” Edwardo
replied.

“Not bad,” she replied chewing on a pen. “How
are the new recruits?”

“I’m having a hard time,” Dennis said. “You
won’t give me any money to pay them with, you can’t expect them to
fuck themselves for fifty bucks.”

“I used to fuck for less than that and look
where I am now!” Cassidy yelled slamming down her hand on the
table.

“If it weren’t for Edwardo and his
investment, you’d still be shooting in the back alley selling to
whoever had a dime to spare.”

“I don’t like you,” Cassidy said.

“This business crap has really gone to your
head you know?” We used to get along, hell, I once saved your ass
and I didn’t have to.”

“I still don’t like you, photographers are a
dime a dozen.”

“So are porn stars, give a girl a hundred
dollar bill and she’ll drop her shorts and let you take her pussy
picture, I know, it’s what I do for a living.” Dennis replied.

“Now calm down you two,” Henry said keeping
the peace, you two squabble like you’re married.”

Frustrated Dennis pushed his papers forward
on the desk and pounded his fist on the table. “You can’t get top
dollar girls for bottom dollar pay. This isn’t a used car lot,
these girls drive a hard bargain. I can get any fat girl for what
you offer, the ones that know they’re worth more will balk.”

“We can use filler and still make money. I
can buy photo sets from Asia for $8 a sheet and sell them online
for $80.”

“I’ve seen those sets, they suck. The
lighting sucks, the poses suck, the models suck. Nobody’s going to
come back and renew their subscription with filler crap like
that!”

“Every business has to control cost, we have
to get the best value for our dollar!”

“And every savvy porn customer will know
those are bottom of the barrel imports and take their business
elsewhere. And the other thing is that you strangle me with
recruiting. I was so close to getting test shots of a cute ex
stripper but she backed out when I couldn’t guarantee her a lousy
two hundred dollars. I’m sick of having to have to have every girl
signed off for before we hire her. It makes them less willing to do
any shots at all. I need the authority and ability to pay my models
after I shoot them.”

“All the models you pick are fat,” Cassidy
said. “I don’t want fat girls on my site.”

“Then you better be willing to cough up a
grand then, no hot girl is going to spread her legs for the camera
for less and I am not going to ask. It is insulting to her and to
me both. “

“They will do a shoot for two hundred,”
Cassidy said.

“Then give me the fucking two hundred so I
can pay them!” Dennis said pissed.

“Not for fat girls,” Cassidy replied.

“You are insane, it’s either eight dollars
for a canned shot from Asia, or nothing? You won’t pay these girls
what they’re worth? Not every man likes a toothpick with tits, you
know. Some like some meat on the bones. The very women you are
shunning may be the ones that make you all the money.”

“You have never marketed before have you?
Have you ever seen an infomercial before? They give the ILLUSION of
"value" Henry said. “Buy 1 at $19.95, and will give you a 2nd one
for free.”

“This is a pay site, once they figure out we
are reselling sweat shop porn, the next month is gone and so is any
referrals,” Dennis replied.

“This is a Marketing ploy...they could easily
sell the first one for $9.95...but that is not as titillating as
Getting one for free. We disagree, and this is a WASTE of my time,
trying to explain why Fat, Average chicks from the Midwest is not
the only porn product that sells.”

“Our initial offering should blow their socks
off, not make them run away.”

“You are so One-Sided on this issue. That
chick you sent a picture of is NEVER...repeat NEVER going to "Blow
Someone Away.".....EVER!!!!! NEVER!!!!!!!!!!! Period.” Henry
shouted.

“I give up, go fuck yourself and find another
photographer, I don’t need this shit. The way you’re running this
site, it won’t last six months.” Dennis replied pushing himself
from the table.”

“Fine, get the fuck out, photographers are a
dime a dozen,” Henry replied.

Dennis stood up and spit on the table before
walking away. “What a bunch of stupid fuckers,” he said and left
the room.

“We didn’t need him anyway,” Cassidy said.
“He held me back the whole time we were out wandering the
countryside. Put an ad in the paper and see if we can get a new
photographer, one who thinks like we do.”

“I have an idea,” Henry said. “Let’s skip the
photographer and just by this prefab porn from these pay sites.
It’s cheap and our profits will go up.”

“I agree, screw original content, let’s farm
this out on the cheap,” Cassidy said rolling her hair in her
hand.

Dennis stood outside the conference room
watching the three remaining partners gloat in their own glory. He
didn’t feel one bit guilty about what he said and was glad to be
rid of them all. His four percent wasn’t going to amount to
anything anyway if the company went under due to miss management.
He walked past the secretary who was polishing her fingernails.
“How are you Mr. Dennis,” she asked looking up at him with her
pretty eyes. Dennis knew he could make her into a model if they
would let him pay her.

“I’m fine, I’m going for a long walk, not
sure when I’ll be back.” he replied.

“You seem upset, is there anything
wrong?”

“You know that saying about too many cooks
spoiling the soup? That’s the problem, too many Indian chiefs and
not enough Indians. Everyone wants to vote on every little detail
and micro manage everything to death. I don’t want to get your
hopes down, but I think you might be looking for a new job in six
months. These fuckers are so full of themselves they can’t see the
forest for the trees.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said. “Would
you like me to get you a cup of coffee?”

“Did you hear what I just said?”

“Yes sir,”

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

“I can always find another job, I’m not
worried,” she replied.

“That was the sanest thing I’ve heard today,
thanks for that.”

“No problem, coffee?”

“No, that’s ok, have a nice day.” And with
that said, Dennis left the reception area and left the
building.

It was three weeks later that Cassidy, Henry
and Edwardo were back at the same conference table without Dennis
this time. It was an emergency meeting called by Edwardo to discuss
the eighty percent drop in subscription renewals and the almost
complete end of new sign ups.