Porn Star
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“Till the gas runs out,” she replied.
“No shit, how much do we have?” Dennis asked annoyed.
Scanning again at the control board, Cassidy found the fuel gauge and replied, “Says three quarters full on both tanks. Don’t ask me how long that will last, I have no idea.”
“It should be good for a few hours I’d think, we were going halfway across the country.”
“Yeah, I suppose we have a few hours, but he could be out for the rest of the day.”
“At least we have some time to think. Grab his headset radio and call for help.”
“I told you I could land this thing,” Cassidy snapped back.
“There are twelve people in the passenger section who would like for you to get some help. This isn’t about your ego. I don’t give a shit how many DVD’s you’ve been in, this is a plane, not a porn shoot.”
Cassidy sat and thought for a moment. “Fine, give me his radio.”
Dennis pulled the headset off of Jerry and gave it to Cassidy who wrestled it onto her much smaller head.
“Hello?” she asked and waited for a reply. Nothing.
“It’s broke,” she said and started to pull the headset back off.
“Hold on, there must be a button you push or something, let me look.”
Cassidy put the headset back on and took some time to study the control panel getting familiar with the layout.
“Here, now try it,” Dennis said.
“Hello?” Cassidy said again into the radio.
“This is Topeka tower, please identify yourself,” a voice said over the headphones.
“Hi Topeka, this is Cassidy Rayne speaking.”
“Cassidy Rayne, can you give me your call numbers please?” the tower replied.
“Um, where do I get those?” she asked.
“What is the nature of your call?” Topeka tower asked.
“We have an emergency, our pilot has had a seizure.”
A brief pause. “How is the plane holding?”
“We are doing fine so far, it says on the control panel that the autopilot is on.”
“Hold for a moment,” the tower replied and the radio went silent. “Cassidy, we have several unidentified targets on radar, I just need for you to find your identification numbers, and they should be either on the control panel or maybe on a flight plan.”
Cassidy scanned around and found a series of numbers and letters from a readout on the control panel. She read them to the tower.
“We have you on radar heading South East,” the voice called from the tower. “Is there anyone on the plane who can fly?”
“No, but I’ve landed a plane a few times,”
“You’re not a pilot?”
“No, I’m a porn star. I’ve been in over three hundred DVD’s”
“Ok, that won’t help but maybe we can figure something out. Give me a second.”
The radio went silent again and Cassidy noticed Dennis getting more and more nervous over her shoulder in the aisle. “It’s ok big boy,” Cassidy said trying to calm Dennis down.
“Are you sure you can land this thing?” Dennis said gritting his teeth and sweating.
A voice cracked back over the headset. “This is Charles Lightpole speaking, who am I speaking with?”
“My name is Cassidy Rayne.”
“Miss Rayne.”
“Call me Cassidy.”
“Cassidy, my dispatcher tells me you have limited flight experience, is that correct?”
“I’ve landed a few times,” she replied.
“What kind of plane was that?”
“I don’t know, it had four seats and room in the back for a few bags.”
“Was it a high or low winger?”
“What?”
“Were the wings at the top of the plane or the bottom?”
“On the sides,” she replied.
Another pause, this time much longer. “I need for you to turn the plane, do you think you could do that for me?”
“Sure, just tell me what to do.”
“Alright, on the control panel, there is a dial that controls heading. I want you to put in this number.” Charles read off the number and Cassidy punched it in. The plane slowly began to turn to the right and the shadows on the dash board began to slide sideways in the light.
Just then out of the corner of her eye, Cassidy saw Jerry the pilot raise his head and point out the front. He mumbled and frothed at the mouth but no actual words came out. Jerry looked over to Cassidy as to get her attention and she looked to where he was pointing.
It was difficult for her to make out what he was seeing. Pilots are used to picking out objects against an unfamiliar horizon, but Cassidy could only make out patches of farmland below and a blue sky above, Then she saw it, an oval shaped silver object, like a football made of chrome reflecting the clouds that surrounded it. It was difficult to make out how far away it was based on the background of blue sky and no frame of reference, but it was getting larger and larger by the second and coming right at them. “What the fuck is that?” she asked.
More mumbles and frothing from Jerry but no response. Dennis stuck his head further into the cockpit to take a look but had no answer.
“What’s going on?” Lightpole asked over the headset radio.
“Something’s coming at us, in the sky,” Cassidy replied.
“Hold on, let me check something,” Lightpole replied. A few seconds later he came back on. “I have no contacts anywhere near you for a hundred miles. Can you describe what you’re seeing?” he asked.
Taking a good hard look Cassidy replied. “It’s a huge silver football.”
“How huge?” Lightpole asked.
“Bigger than a truck.”
“Like a pickup truck?”
“No, like a semi, no, it’s bigger than that. Maybe bigger than a boat.”
“Like a dinghy?
“What’s a dinghy?”
“No concentrate, I want you to tell me what it’s doing?”
Cassidy paused and watched the object get closer and closer. It grew larger in the window and began to open like a taco shell. “It’s going to eat us,” she replied.
“What does that mean?” Lightpole asked frustrated.
“It’s opening up like a huge taco shell. Like a huge mouth and it’s coming right at us.”
“Listen closely now. I want you to take off the autopilot and steer the plane away from the object. Can you do that?”
“Done,” Cassidy said after flicking the autopilot button to off. “Which way should I turn?”
“I can’t see the object so you’ll have to make that decision, just do it before it hits you.”
Cassidy turned the wheel to the left and the plane made a sharp dip to the dismay of the passengers. “How is that? Is it working?” she asked Lightpole.
“Radar shows you turning west, good job, what is the object doing?”
“I don’t see it anymore, I think we lost it.”
Dennis poked Cassidy on the shoulder and told her to look out her right window. “Don’t be so sure,” Dennis said, panic in his voice.
Cassidy spoke on the headset, “It’s following us!”
For a good minute the headset was silent. Cassidy continued to turn the plane to the left in a circle until a warning buzzer sounded from the instrument panel and a voice alerted to a potential stall.
“What are you doing?” Dennis asked. “You’re going to stall the plane!”
“What the fuck is a stall?” Cassidy replied.
Jerry, the pilot was now lucid enough to reply. “It’s when your airspeed isn’t fast enough to maintain lift.”
“He’s back!” Dennis shouted, let him fly the plane.”
“Are you alright?” Cassidy asked the pilot, can you fly this now?”
Jerry took hold of the controls and tried to get a grip on them. His hands felt numb and he couldn’t tell if he had them in his hands or not.
“What’s wrong?” Cassidy asked.
“Can you talk me down?” Cassidy asked.
Dennis, now shocked and a tad pissed chimed in. “You said you could land this, why are you asking him for help?”
“Because I would be stupid not to ask for help dumbass. I’m no expert.”
Jerry rolled his eyes back in his head and went back out like a burned out light bulb. More drool and froth ran down his chin onto his shirt.
“Fuck,” Cassidy said under her breath and spoke into her headset loudly. “Hey, are you guys going to help us here? This plane is going to stall any second and I have a pac man trying to eat me up here.”
Lightpole’s voice came back over the headset. “Stop turning to the left and straighten your course, which should fix the stall warning. And as far as the object following you, we are trying to get visual confirmation from another plane. It will take a few minutes to get one close enough to see anything.”
“By then we will be gone, I need to get this thing on the ground before we disappear for good.”
Cassidy straightened out the plane and the stall warning stopped.
“You have a lot of scared people back here,” Dennis said.
“I’m not to happy myself to tell you the truth,” she replied. “I’m doing the best I can. Now help me find a place to land this thing.”
Chapter 5
Room 108
Cassidy woke up the next day in a groggy daze surrounded by machines, tubes and blinking lights. It didn’t take long for her to realize she was in a hospital room and immediately felt to make sure she still had her arms and legs. Satisfied she was still intact, she took a deep breath and tried to remember how she got there. Nothing, no memories at all. Then she heard a beep and the sound of a voice from a speaker. “Miss Miller, this is the nurse, are you alright?”
Pissed, Cassidy replied, “My name is Cassidy!”
“Do you need any pain medications Miss Miller?” the nurse replied.
“I said my name is Cassidy, stop calling me Miss Miller!”
“The doctor will be in to see you soon, if you need anything, press the nurse call button on the side rail.”
Cassidy took a long deep breath and looked for anything she could use to look at herself. The bathroom was just across the room but she was tied to a pole with an IV line sticking out of her hand. The room she was in wasn’t anything special, she assumed she must not have been hurt too bad or there would be more machines and more people around. Now to figure out how she ended up in this hospital room in the first place.
The last thing she could remember was being in a plane heading to a photo shoot. She remembered getting on the plane, she remembered Dennis her photographer but that was it. Then the door swung open and a doctor and nurse entered the room. Both female, one with a chart in hand and the other following.
“Hello Miss Miller,” the woman in the lab coat said. “My name is Dr. Kerr, and this is Alice my nurse. How are you feeling today?”
“I don’t like woman doctors,” Cassidy said flat and to the point.
“Why is that?” Dr. Kerr asked.
“I don’t think women are cut out to be doctors, that’s a man’s job. Women are nurses.”
“Now a days there are lots of female doctors and male nurses as well, times have changed a lot since you were a child.”
“Male nurses? Are you fucking kidding me? What man would be a nurse?”
Alice, trying to fight off her anger replied, “Me and my husband are both registered nurses.”
“How is that working for you honey? Is he banging his boyfriend on the side?”
Dr. Kerr, sensing a huge argument stepped in. “Miss Miller, I need to assess your condition if you don’t mind.”
“Go ahead, assess away,” Cassidy replied in disgust.
“First, I need to know what you remember from the accident.”
“Accident? What accident?” Cassidy asked confused.
“Ok, before I continue, maybe I should fill you in on what occurred yesterday.”
Cassidy lay back in her bed watching the doctor anxious to get an explanation. For once she was silent.
“You were in a plane crash. It happened about twenty miles from here in a pasture.”
“Was anyone killed?” Cassidy asked.
“No, no one was killed and there were only minor injuries. You were banged up the most because you were in the cockpit when the plane hit the ground. You actually saved the lives of everyone on board.”
Cassidy smiled and felt very proud of herself. It was a feeling she was used to being a self-absorbed porn star. “Where are the reporters?” she asked looking around.
“I don’t know,” Dr. Kerr replied. “I didn’t see anyone at the nurse’s station or in the hall.”
“This is big news! There must be someone out there with a news crew or something. I saved a plane full of people.”
“Now don’t get a big head Miss Miller, what you did was a good deed, but there is no reason to brag.”
“Oh, my name is Cassidy Rayne by the way, I don’t go by Miller anymore.”
“I have to go by what the chart says,” Dr. Kerr replied. “I do have a question for you though.”
“What’s that?” Cassidy asked.
“When you came in, we did an assessment for injury and we noticed that you have no pubic hair, do you have some sort of condition that doesn’t allow it to grow?”
“Of all the things you could have found wrong with me, that’s what you noticed? It’s called waxing, I don’t like pubic hair.”
“Waxing?”
“You’ve never heard of waxing? How do you get rid of hair?”
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.”