Porn Star

by Keith Trimm

  “Probably because I forced you to do this show and now you don’t trust me.”

  “Wow, that was actually an honest answer. I thought you were going to feed me some bullshit about my childhood and trust issues.”

  Schlinkman, realizing he had played his cards right now went in for the closer. “So will you join me tonight?”

  Cassidy pondered the request and chewed on it for a while. She liked to make men wait. It was part of her power. “What’s on the menu?”

  “What would you like?”

  “Red Lobster.”

  “We don’t have a Red Lobster, we can’t even get seafood out here. We live in the woods like a bunch of squirrels. What would your second choice be, and remember, there are no restaurants around here.”

  “I like Mexican,” Cassidy replied.

  “We are all of German ancestry, not a lot of taco eaters around here.”

  “What do you guys eat?”

  “We like sausage, and sauerkraut, and anything that looks like a wiener.”

  “That sounds really gay,” Cassidy said. “You like wieners?”

  “I like to eat wieners, I don’t have sex with them like you do.”

  “I like to have sex with wieners then eat them,” Cassidy snapped back.

  “That doesn’t surprise me. So do you want to come to my place tonight for my wiener or not?” Schlickman asked.

  “I’ll come for your wiener,” Cassidy replied. “But no sex, unless you have three hundred dollars.”

  “I’m the colonel, you should have sex with me, it would be good for you. It would get you special privileges around camp. Like extra towels and maybe get to avoid laundry day at the river.”

  “You expect me to do laundry? Do you know who I am?”

  “Yes, I have your DVD’s, I know who you are, but you don’t get out of doing your chores. We all work around here.”

  “So if I let you fuck me, I can get out of chores?”

  “Yes, you will be my bitch and won’t have to do any labor.”

  Cassidy laughed a little when he called her his bitch. “I’m married, the only man that

  can call me his bitch is him.”

  “Your husband is currently out in the woods hauling produce to market.”

  “That’s Dennis my photographer, not my husband. My husband is back in South Dakota with my kids.”

  Schlickman’s face showed the disappointment he was feeling in his gut. He thought he had a sure fire way to get her to fuck him on a regular basis and now it was falling through. “If you want out of your chores, you will fuck me three times a week that is my deal, otherwise you will be feeding hogs, doing laundry at the river and plucking chickens. You think about that.”

  “What is plucking chickens?” Cassidy asked.

  “You stupid woman, how do you think they get the feathers off the chicken?”

  “I always get my chicken from Long Johns, there is no feathers on them,” she replied like a blonde idiot.

  “You no longer live in the city, this is the woods,

  +and we do things the old way. We grow our own food, make our own clothes and pluck our own chickens.”

  “Wait, you say you make your own clothes? Then why the retro Nazi look?” she asked pointing to Schickman’s shirt.

  “We didn’t make these, we bought them online from a costume company that was going out of business.”

  “Do you realize what kind of uniforms those are?”

  “Yeah, but nobody around here gives a shit and they didn’t have to make them themselves. Do you know how hard it is to loom cotton? It’s a bitch and that’s another job you won’t have to do if you agree to my terms.”

  “You’re terms huh? What do I have to do on those three nights?”

  “The same things you do in your DVD’s,” he replied.

  “How long each night? Twenty minutes?”

  “No, three hours, minimum,” Schlickman replied.

  “How long does it take to wash the laundry at the river?”

  “I don’t know, I don’t do laundry. I guess about the same.”

  “I’ll wash laundry then,” Cassidy replied to his horror.

  “You’d pick scrubbing dirty laundry over rocks to having sex with me? You have sex with all sorts of men, and women, and things.”

  “Yes I do, but for ten minutes at a time and then they cut me a check. Three hours with you would be torture.”

  “That is cruel, you don’t know me, I may be the best lover you ever had!” Schlinkman yelled.

  “I don’t even like sex that much. I’ve been in over three hundred DVD’s and have never had an orgasm.”

  “What?”

  “I’m an exhibitionist. I do this for the attention. I don’t like sex unless I have a camera on me or an audience watching. I get off on people getting off on me,” Cassidy replied. “If you want to schedule sex with a group watching, and paying, sure, I’ll do that.”

  “I do not want anyone watching me have sex, which is gross!” Schlinkman replied.

  “You’re gross, I’m hot. I have an ass to die for.”

  Schlinkman hung his head in dismay realizing he wasn’t going to live his dream of fucking a porn star three nights a week. “Then it’s off to the river for you. its laundry day and they need women to scrub.”

  “Fine, point me in the right direction,” Cassidy replied.

  “No, you will be escorted, I’m not letting my prize possession walk into the woods and escape. You have many shows ahead of you to perform.”

  The colonel signaled for one of his men to come up on stage, he informed him of what he wanted and the man escorted Cassidy off the stage and back to her room to get changed for scrubbing detail. Schlinkman was now so disappointed he felt he needed to vent. Only there was no one around for him to vent to or vent on. Instead he sulked back to his office and shut the door.

  Dennis decided he had had enough of this bullshit and it was time to defend himself. He knew he had some super powers, didn’t know all of them yet, but knew he had enough to get back to camp unharmed. He sat down across the table from the commander who was very surprised to see such behavior. He wasn’t used to insubordination. The Colonel sipped his tea and addressed Dennis. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  Dennis put his right hand on top of the table and drummed his fingers. “My feet hurt.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about your feet, if you don’t get back up immediately, you won’t have feet anymore.”

  “Threaten me all you want, I’ve had it. Do your worst,” Dennis taunted.

  The Colonel leaned back in his chair and pushed his cup of tea to the side. It all of a sudden felt like a game of chess. The colonel looked to one of the guards and signaled for a weapon. In a moment he held a knife and a pistol in his hand. ”You like games?” the colonel asked.

  “No, not really,” Dennis replied. “I’m leaving in a few minutes anyway, I don’t want to start a new game if I can’t finish it.”

  The Colonel tossed the knife over to Dennis where it landed a few inches from the table edge. Dennis ignored the knife and kept his eyes on the Colonel, peering into his eyes trying to read his thoughts.

  “What’s this?” Dennis asked. “I don’t want your knife.”

  “Only a fool would turn down a weapon, you can use it to defend yourself.”

  “You have a gun, I’m not stupid.”

  “I never said you were stupid, don’t assume anything, take the knife, I won’t shoot you. If I were going to shoot you, I would have by now.”

  Something about what the Colonel made sense, but Dennis was still hesitant to pick up the knife. He did anyway. “There, now what?” Dennis asked.

  “I want you to leave, go into the woods and never come back.”

  Dennis sat there and got a confused look on his face. “I was going to do that anyway.”

  “Not back to the camp, you must go deeper into the woods, away from where you came from.”

 
“I’ll go where ever I God damn please!” Dennis replied with a clenched jaw.

  The Colonel aimed his gun at Dennis’s face and said, “These bullets are special, they will go through two inch thick steel. Now if you want to continue to play me, keep it up, otherwise, get out of my chair, away from my table and get your ass on the path out of here.”

  “Shoot me,” Dennis replied. “I’d rather die now than end up lost in some fucking forrest starving to death.”

  “You think I’m bluffing?”

  “No, I don’t want to go into the woods, I’m going to get back up and head back to camp.”

  The Colonel shot off a round over Dennis’s head. The pop startled him but didn’t change his mind. Dennis stood up and headed back to the walking path towards camp. He heard a few more pops, felt a sting or two on his back and kept walking. It was pretty obvious that the Colonel’s bullets were no match for Dennis’s bullet resistant skin.”

  Chapter 25

  Lurking in the Shadows

  Dennis found his way back to camp and to Colonel Schlickman’s quarters. He decided not to knock on his door but instead walk on in and give him a piece of his mind before leaving with Cassidy. Once the door was open, he looked around the front room and found no one there, then he spied a second room through a doorway. It was there he heard the sounds of huffing and puffing and a bed frame squeaking in rhythm. The noise sparked his curiosity so he walked over to the doorway where he saw Schlickman on top of Cassidy, who was tied to the bed posts being raped. .

  Not wanting to alert Schlickman, Dennis walked in the room and found the rapist’s pants on the floor.He bend over, picked them up and silently removed the belt. Dennis then ran the end of the belt through the buckle and made a simple noose. Still remaining silent, he then tip toed over to the bed and stood over the man who he was trying to subdue. Cassidy was blindfolded and had no idea that Dennis was there, she lay and took the abuse in silence.

  Making a few practice moves, Dennis prepared to run the belt loop around Schlickman’s neck. On a silent count of three, he slipped the noose over the rapist’s neck and pulled up tight pulling Schickman’s head backwards. Once Dennis had the belt tight, he pulled until he was able to yank the rapist onto the floor with a thud. It was then that Cassidy realized something was up and started yelling for help.

  “It’s me,” Dennis said to Cassidy, I got him.”

  Schlickman squirmed around on the floor trying to pull the belt loose from around his neck. The more he struggled, the tighter Dennis pulled. After thirty seconds or so, Schlickman started to turn bright red, then blue and then lose conscience.

  “What are you doing?” Cassidy asked trying to see through her blindfold.

  “Give me a second” Dennis replied. “I got something going on.” Dennis then spied a chair and set it under a ceiling joist near the bed. With his super strength, he lifted Schlickman’s pasty, naked body up close to the ceiling, looped the belt over the joist and tied the end into a square knot with his one free hand. He made a second knot to be sure and then let Schlickman hang from the belt. He was no longer squirming and hung without resistance. Maybe he was dead, maybe not, but he would be soon either way.

  “Ok, I think I have this under control now,” Dennis said looking through the bedroom drawers for a pair of scissors or something he could use to cut Cassidy’s bindings. He found a pair of beard clippers and brought them over to the bed and sliced through the cloth restraints. It didn’t take long for all four of her limbs to be free and her blindfold removed. It was then she noticed Schickman hanging at the foot of her bed by his belt. “Holy shit, how strong are you?” she asked.

  “I don’t know, strong enough to string up that fucker,” Dennis repled. “And I noticed that I am getting more and more bullet resistant. Almost bullet proof. Whatever those eggs were I got up my ass are really doing their job.”

  “You know, I’ve noticed a few things about you that don’t seem the same as I remember. Maybe those eggs are fucking with you.”

  “Like what?” Dennis asked.

  “Well, you seem to be more hairy than before. And you have a funny smell, like old socks.”

  “I haven’t had a decent bath in weeks, I’m sure I smell, so do you.”

  “No, it’s not body odor, it’s more like vomit.”

  “Vomit?” Dennis asked.

  “I don’t know how to describe it, it’s kind of gross.”

  “Anything else?” Dennis asked in disgust.

  “Yeah, you have skin tags growing all over your back and neck.”

  Feeling the bumps on his neck, Dennis replied, “Yeah, I noticed that too. Thought maybe it was like acne or something.”

  “That’s another thing, you have a lot of acne, almost like you’re going through puberty again.”

  That statement made Dennis stop and think. What if he really was going through puberty again? What if those eggs were transforming him into something new?”

  “We got to go,” he said. “Put on some clothes.”

  “Don’t you care about what’s going on?” she asked.

  “I don’t have time for that now, we need to get out of this village as soon as possible.”

  “How are we going to get past the guards?”

  “I can walk right out no problem, it’s you that we have to worry about.”

  Cassidy sat and thought while she got her bra and shirt on. “How far is it from this place to the edge of the village?”

  “Not far, about a hundred feet.”

  “Let’s just walk out. Wait till dark and nobody will know the difference.”

  “That is four hours away, what if someone comes knocking for that asshole?” Dennis asked. “They know he lives here.”

  “What do you want to do? Leave now?” Cassidy asked.

  “Yeah, we can think of something, how hard is it to walk that far?”

  “Very hard, I’m not bullet resistant,” Cassidy replied.

  “We could put his uniform on you.”

  “He’s almost six feet tall and weighs two twenty, that thing would never fit me. And what are we going to do if we do make it to the woods? Is it better out there?”

  “Nobody’s raping you out there,” Dennis replied.

  “Not that we know of,” Cassidy replied.

  “Nobody’s hanging from the rafter’s dead out there either.”

  Once Cassidy was dressed, Dennis waved her over to the front door. They both looked out and didn’t see anyone on the street. “We can do this,” Dennis said. “Ready?”

  Cassidy nodded and together, they stepped out of Schlickman’s home and headed down the street towards the woods. It was then they realized they were being watched by a dark shadowy figure hiding under the awning. “Don’t look,” Dennis said, “Keep walking.”

  Cassidy immediately cocked her head back and took a look at the figure in the shadows. She didn’t recognize the shape. But it was huge and misshapen. “What the fuck is that?” she asked as she made quick steps towards the woods.

  “Don’t speak, don’t look, just walk,” Dennis said.

  “That thing is creeping me out.”

  “Shut the fuck up and keep walking!”

  “It’s following us,” Cassidy said in a panic.

  Dennis turned around to see what looked like was a six hundred pound hairy shape wearing a hat and using a cane. He turned back when he realized they were at the edge of the woods. There was no going back and it would be very difficult for anything that size to follow them into the woods. At this time, it was a good forty feet behind them and once they crossed into the woods, it would be easy to lose it as well.

  “Once we hit the woods, we need to take off running,” Dennis said. “I want as much space between us and them as we can get.”

  Two and a half hours later they reached the border of the woods and the tall grass. “Now where?” Cassidy asked.

  “I can help,” a voice called from behind. Both Cassidy and Dennis turned around to
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  see the huge creature standing next to a tree leaning against a cane. It had a huge head, a huge mouth and was covered in hair from the shoulders up.

  “I’m not sure we want your help,” Dennis said. “What are you?”

  “Just a friendly stranger passing through,” the creature replied.

  “You’ve been following us since the village, this is no accident, what do you want? Are you here to rob us?”

  “I have all I will ever need, I need nothing from you,” the creature replied.

  “Why are you so up on helping us? You don’t know who we are.”

  “Oh yes I do, you are Dennis the photographer and your companion is Cassidy Rayne the porn star.”

  “You some sort of stalker? How do you know that?”

  “I don’t know how I know it, but I do,” the creature replied.

  “Who are you? I didn’t catch your name?” Dennis asked.

  “You can call me Matt.”

  “You don’t look like a Matt, more like a Reginald, or a Barry.”

  “Whatever you prefer,” the creature replied.

  “I’ll call you Belvedere,” Dennis said.

  Cassidy spoke up, “No, call him Baxter.”

  “I knew a guy from college named Baxter, he was an odd ball. Why can’t we use your real name? You hiding something?” Dennis asked.

  “Where I come from, names are not important. I was never given one,” the creature replied.

  “See what happens when you do that? You spend half your time coming up with a name just so you can have a conversation. You should really pick one out and use it,” Cassidy said like a smart ass.

  “Not where I come from, we have no need for such silly identification. I can get my point across to anyone without addressing them by name. Only you silly humans need to do that.”

  “Ok, I think we’ve figured out that we need to come up with a name for you. Let’s go with Matt.”

  “That is fine with me,” Matt said shifting his weight on his cane.

  “How can you help us if you can’t help yourself?” Dennis asked looking at the cane Matt was using.