Porn Star (2 page)

“Not guilty your honor,” the lawyer
replied.

“Wait a second,” Cassidy said aloud. “Nobody
asked me anything.”

“We normally put in a plea of not guilty,”
the judge replied calmly and in a professional tone.

“What's up with this Miller stuff?” Cassidy
asked. “My name is Cassidy Rayne.”

Looking at the paper on the desk, the lady
judge looked over her glasses and read the name at the top of the
complaint. “Says Linda Miller, age twenty seven. Is that
correct?”

Cassidy hesitated for a moment. “I go by
Cassidy Rayne now.”

“Did you have your name legally changed?” the
judge asked.

“No.”

“Who is this Cassidy Rayne?”

“It's my stage name, everyone knows me by
that. Nobody calls me Linda, not even my mother.”

“I see,” the judge said shaking her head.
“For this proceeding we will use your legal name of Linda Miller.
How do you plead Miss Miller?”

Taking a deep breath Cassidy clenched her jaw
and tried not to blow up. “I'm not pleading anything until you call
me Cassidy or Miss Rayne.”

“The court enters a plea of not guilty in
your behalf Miss Miller. Since this seems to be your first offense
the court sets bail at fifty thousand dollars.”

“What the fuck? Fifty thousand dollars?”
Cassidy snapped back.

“You live two states away, we have to make
sure you make your court date. You are free to stay in the jail
until then if you choose free of charge.”

“I don't have that kind of money!”

“You only need to post ten percent, which
would be five thousand dollars.”

“If I had that kind of money I would have
hired a limo instead of driving on a suspended license.”

“Not my problem Miss Miller, you can talk to
a bail bondsman. Until then you are remanded back to jail. Bailiff,
next case.”

“You bitch! You can't do this!”

“Oh yes I can little girl,” the judge said
trying to keep her calm.

“You don't know who you're fucking with, I'm
Cassidy Rayne!”

“What does that mean to me? I have no idea
who Cassidy Rayne is.”

“I am a star,” Cassidy stated as a matter of
fact.

“Uh huh,” the judge replied. “I have a lot of
cases waiting, enjoy your cell star.”

Like a scolded child, Cassidy threw a temper
tantrum. “You fat ugly pig!” Cassidy yelled at the judge. “You look
like my grandma's hair dresser. And he's a man!”

“Are you looking for a contempt of court
charge? I can do that you know.”

“You're just jealous because you don't look
like me, you never looked like me.”

“What is this obsession you have with looks
Miss Miller? I don't have time for this, but now you have my
curiosity. What kind of a star are you?”

With great pride and a smile that ran from
ear to ear Cassidy replied, “A porn star.”

“You've got to be kidding,” the judge
replied.

“I've been in over three hundred DVD's and
all over the Internet. I've worked with the biggest names in the
porn industry.”

“Is that supposed to impress me?” the judge
asked.

“I don't give a shit if it impresses you, I'm
a star and I should be treated accordingly.”

“You may think you're a star, but that's all
in your head. I never heard of you and I'm sure nobody here has
either. Maybe in your sick perverted circles you are a big deal,
but having sex as a living is nothing to be proud of, anyone can do
that, most choose to do it in private.”

“Most suck at it. I fuck like no other. I
know how to please a man and the camera loves me.”

“Maybe you can call some of your friends in
the industry and see if they will post your bond. That's the least
they can do for a star.”

“I will, I'll show you fat ugly bitch what I
can do.”

“For that your bond just went to one hundred
thousand dollars. You seem unstable enough to fail to report for
your court date.”

“If I'm that unstable, no amount of bond will
do,” Cassidy replied.

“I agree, that's the first sane thing you've
said so far today. I revoke bond all together, you are remanded to
jail until your court date. Next case.”

Cassidy sat alone in her jail cell staring at
her reflection in the stainless steel toilet when she heard a man
call out her name. To her surprise, a tall man with a long dark
jacket and sunglasses stood outside her bars looking in.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Call me John,” he replied looking down the
hall away from her.

“Where are the guards?”

“Don't know, don't care.” he replied turning
back to look at her.

“Do I know you?”

“We almost met.”

“Almost?”

“I was the guy you were driving down to see
before you got picked up for driving on a suspended license.”

“Holy fuck, how did you find me?”

“Easy,” he replied with a smirk and a
grin.

“What do you want?” she asked. “I'm stuck in
jail if you haven't noticed.”

“I think we can still work something
out.”

“What? You want me to drop my pantsuit, bend
over and let you fuck me though the bars like in some prison porn
movie?” she asked.

“The thought crossed my mind.”

“I have no idea why there are no guards
watching you, but I am sure there is at least one video camera in
the hall if not more.”

John looked down the hall and replied, “Yes,
I see two, one pointing this way and the other pointing down the
other hall.”

“I'm not going through with the deal, not in
here,” she replied in disgust. I can't take your money in here,
they search me every day.”

“That's not very professional of you, a
working girl like yourself should know not to stiff a customer. You
might get a worse reputation than you already have.”

“Fine, you pay my husband then and when he
gets the money, you get your pussy.”

“You're married?” John said with a
chuckle.

“Two kids, what's it to you?”

“What kind of a husband lets his wife and
mother of his children whore herself out like that?”

“I make more in fifteen minutes than my
husband does in a week and he likes the money,” Cassidy snapped
back. “Are you married?”

“Eight years to the same ice cold bitch.”

“Why aren't you home fucking her now?”

“What part of “Ice cold bitch” didn't you
hear?”

“Don't try to pretend you're better than me
asshole, you called me, not the other way around.”

“True, I guess in the long run, it's strictly
a job. It's not like you're my wife. What does your husband do
anyway?”

“None of your fucking business, now if you
want your pussy, you can call his cell and give him your credit
card number. When I get the message the money went through, you can
shove your cock inside me, until then I have things to do.”

“Like stare at the toilet?” John joked.

“That toilet is getting closer to my snatch
then you are.”

“What's his number?”

“Are you shitting me? There is no way you're
fucking me in this jail.”

“But you said...”

“I was fucking with you dumb shit. Do you
think I'm getting busted for prostitution while sitting in jail for
driving on a suspended license?”

“Prostitution? I thought you were an
escort?”

“I am.”

“If I pay your husband with a credit card
over the phone, then there is no money changing hands and no proof
I paid you for anything.”

“I think you're splitting hairs John, Either
way, you fucking me between the bars while I'm locked up is
probably against the law. I'm not a lawyer, but I'm sure it's
frowned upon.”

John unzipped his pants and reached for the
button when Cassidy took notice.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I want to show you what I got,” he
replied.

“I don't want to see what you got, I've seen
plenty of them before. I need a guard.”

“I think if you were getting a guard one
would have been here by now.”

“What the fuck is going on here?” she asked
shaking her head. “Is this set up? Are the guards in on it?”

John reached to the bars and to Cassidy's
shock opened the door to the cell wide enough for him to step
through. No alarms, no bells and whistles, just the sound of the
metal on metal as the heavy doors slid across the track on the
floor. “I didn't want to fuck through the bars, I wanted you on the
cold steel bench.”

Cassidy slid back against the wall on the
steel bench and put her feet up in a protective stance. Her arms
crossed and fists clenched on her orange jump suit. “Get the fuck
away from me,” she said in a stern low voice.

By now John had his pants down to his knees
and his eighteen inch cock was dangling down swinging like a
pendulum. “We had a deal, $300 for a blow job, or $500 for straight
sex, no bare back. And I get to take pictures.”

“No money no deal, get the fuck away,” she
said curling into a ball.

“Take your jumpsuit off,” John stated looking
down at Cassidy.

“Good luck with that,” she replied and kicked
out at John trying for his balls.

“This thing is twenty four inches hard,” John
stated like a proud father. “Most women say it hurts like
hell.”

Then from down the hall the sound of a door
opening echoed through the hall and a voice called out, “Chief, we
need you in dispatch.”

John leaned back out of the cell and signaled
to the deputy that he would be there soon.

“You're the fucking police chief?” Cassidy
asked in astonishment. “No wonder nobody drug your ass out of here.
What the fuck is the police doing hiring an escort?”

“I told you, my wife is an ice cold bitch,”
John replied. “Just because I'm a cop doesn't mean I don't need
some pussy like everyone else.”

“Why don't you try working on your
marriage?”

“She's too far gone, and I’m sick of her
anyway.” John stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped them
up. “I’ll be back once I put out this fire, don’t get too
comfortable.” Slipping back out of the cell, the police chief
walked back down the hall to the door and disappeared into the
dispatch office where he was confronted with two officers standing
behind the safety glass restraining what looked like a much
disheveled man. The chief pressed a button and spoke into a
microphone. “What’s going on? Why do you need me?”

“You need to hear this sir,” an officer
replied. His voice sounding like a squawk box over the tiny monitor
speaker in the dispatch.

“Go ahead.”

“You need to come out here.”

“Fuck,” John said under his breath and made
his way out of the dispatch to the lobby where the two officers
were waiting. “This better be good,” John said in an frustrated and
pissed tone.

In a hushed voice, the same officer said, “We
caught this guy with your wife.”

“Holy shit, I didn’t think she had the
ovaries to do that,” John replied with a shit eating grin on his
face. “Who is he?”

“Dick Pillow according to his I.D.”

“That’s a pretty fucked up name, Dick Pillow.
Is that your real name?” John asked.

“What’s it to ya dumb ass?” Dick Pillow
replied.

“According to these fine officers, you were
banging my wife, so I think it’s a lot to me, now answer my
question.”

“I don’t have to answer your questions, I
have rights.”

“Screwing my wife isn’t against the law, it’s
against humanity, but not a crime. So we don’t have to give you any
rights,” John said.

“If I’m not under arrest, then what the fuck
am I doing here?”

“Let’s go out back and find out,” John said
and motioned for the officers to escort Dick out the back door of
the law enforcement center into the alley back by a dumpster. “Now,
Dick Pillow, tell me about my wife.”

“What do you want to know?”

“How did you meet her?”

“Through a friend.”

“Ok, and how long have you been banging
her?”

“Oh, off and on for about six months
now.”

“And on a scale of one to ten, how good is
she in bed?”

“That’s a pretty fucked up question for
someone who is married to her.”

“I didn’t ask for your commentary on my
questions, just give me your answer.”

Dick stood and thought for a moment and
looked at the trash in the dumpster. “What kind of shit do cops
throw away?”

“If you don’t answer my question in five
seconds, you will be in that dumpster with a bullet.”

“She’s a four, maybe a five at best.”

“Really?” John said sardonically. “I would
have given her a zero on her best day. Why did you give her such a
high score?”

“Five is a shitty score, all she does is lay
there and bitch about you while I fuck her. It’s like screwing a
radio I can’t shut off. Sometimes I just want to shove a rag in her
mouth so I can get the job done.”

“Although I hate the bitch, for some reason
this is really pissing me off. When was the last time you fucked
her?”

“About an hour ago, then these two fine
officers caught me walking out the back door.”

“If she’s so lame a fuck, why do you keep
fucking her?”

“She don’t charge.”

John looked to the officer to his right and
said, “Did my wife see you grab him?”

“No, we picked him up on the sidewalk.”

“Did he have a car? Did he drive there?”

“There was no car in front of your house
sir.”

Looking back at Dick Pillow, “Did you walk to
my house?”

“Yeah, I only live twelve blocks away.”

John stood there and looked around as he
thought hard about what was going on. “I’m not sure what to do,” he
said aloud. “I sort of don’t care about this really. If she’s
getting laid, so be it, it’s not like we like each other that much
anyway.”