“Please forgive me, master!” the naked girl pleads. She is chained and kneeling in a room with BDSM paraphernalia lining the walls. “I know I deserve to be punished, but I beg you not to whip me again!”
The man she is addressing stands a dozen feet away, dressed in black and holding a leather whip. “You’re right,” he says, “you do deserve it. Thank you for reminding me.” He swings the whip again and the girl screams in agony, her back and shoulders covered in welts and blood.
“Please, master,” the woman wails again. “Remember how it was before? We used to take long walks in the park – I mean, you would walk me in the park on my leash. And sometimes you’d take the gag ball out of my mouth and we’d kiss. I miss those days.”
The man’s shoulders slump and he looks down. “I miss them too, Slave Girl 7, but it’s too late. I’ve sold you, and now I must introduce you to your new master. Forgive me, Slave Girl 7.”
He opens a door and another man enters. He is a hulk of tattooed muscle and he wears a leather helmet adorned with spikes.
“Oh no, not him!” Slave Girl 7 screams.
In two strides the second man is upon her, one fist grabbing her hair and the other hand holding a knife to her face. “You will learn not to speak unless spoken to, slave!” he says in a cold, raspy voice.
“Cut!” someone yells and the director walks into the scene. “That was great, Barry. Thanks for coming in to add this segment. It’s a crucial nuance to the film.”
The hulking, tattooed man in the spiked helmet smiles and hands the director the fake knife as the naked woman removes her fake bindings. “Glad to do it,” he says, “but gosh I’d better be going. I have to get Caitlin to dance class.”
“Grab a cupcake in the break room, Barry,” the naked girl calls cheerily. “They have icing and sprinkles!” As she says these last words, she bounces on her feet excitedly, sending her spectacular breasts in a lovely wobble which several of the men in the studio pause to appreciate. Although they see a lot of breasts in their line of work, no others are quite so spectacular.
The beautiful, red-haired actress has the body of an Olympic athlete and as she stretches out the kinks from being in a cramped position during the scene, all eyes involuntarily glance her way again. A newly hired makeup artist dashes over to her to reattach one of the fake whip welts which has become loose because the actress’ flawless, freckled skin is shiny wet with fake sweat.
“Do you want a robe for between takes?” the makeup girl asks.
The actress laughs. “I don’t do robes, honey. What’s your name?”
“Um, Annie.”
“Nice to meet you Annie. I’m Molly.”
Annie giggles and blushes. “I know who YOU are! I’m actually a big fan. I watched you fight in kickboxing and MMA bouts a few years ago and I’ve seen all of your movies. Several times.”
Although Molly is the one who is naked, she looks Annie up and down appreciatively – a dainty blonde with a big smile and prominent nipples poking through her thin blouse. “You are just too adorable for words,” Molly says. “Let’s go for a drink after. Or something.”
Annie’s blush flourishes lavishly. “That would be nice,” she squeaks.
“Was I okay in that scene?” the man with the whip asks. “I’m such a klutz with this thing. It can’t have looked very realistic.”
“You were fine,Todd,” the director says reassuringly. “After we add the sound effects in post, it will all come together. Okay everyone, let’s get ready for the next scene. Blair, get the lighting set up.”
“On it boss,” says the cameraman and begins adjusting light filters.
Molly walks over to Todd. “Are you doing okay?” she asks. “You seem a little preoccupied.”
Todd’s voice quivers as he says, “you know that guy I told you about that I met at the gym last week?”
“The retired career military dude that you think is sexy in an ‘inspecting the troops’ kind of way?”
Todd nods. “His name is Larry and I really liked him but I was afraid to tell him what I do for a living. But last night after working out we went for drinks and ended up at my place. We had sweet, lovely sex. Not kinky stuff like we do here, but just normal-people sex.”
“And?”
“And he slept over and we did it again this morning and then . . . and then I blurted it out and told him I’m an adult film actor.”
“How did he take it?”
“Not well. Terrible, actually. Apocalyptically terrible.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, but maybe he just needs time to get used to it.”
“You didn’t see his face, Molly. He hates me now, and . . . I’m scared of him. I mean, he has guns and is professionally trained to kill people and he knows where I live and he really, REALLY hates me now.”
Molly is still trying to comfort Todd when the director comes back on set, seeming annoyed. “Blair, I told you to set up the lighting for the next scene.”
“I did, Readerman,” the ruggedly handsome but graying cameraman says. “What’s wrong with it?”
Readerman sighs. “In cinematography, Blair, there is Light and there is Dark, correct?”
“Sure, and–“
“Shh, that was a rhetorical question; I’m just getting started. There is Light and there is Dark, but if you really look at it you see there is Light in the Dark and there is ALSO Dark in the Light. Do you follow?”
Blair nods, uncertain if this question is also rhetorical, but Readerman is not waiting for him anyway. “And sometimes you don’t know if it is Light or if it is Dark – which themselves may be different to different people!”
This goes on for a while, as Blair studies his fingernails and Molly picks absently at her little tuft of bright red pubic hair. Her fans often write to her asking if she would send them a strand. She was happy to do so at first, until they started showing up on E-Bay.
Suddenly, Blair realizes that Readerman has stopped talking. “You’ve explained all of that before,” Blair says patiently because the two are friends and he knows Readerman just has to expound sometimes, “and it’s all very profound, but could you just tell me what you want me to actually do with the actual lights?”
Readerman grumbles and begins changing the light filters himself, and as he does so he says over his shoulder, “Molly you’re needed in makeup.”
Molly gladly skips over to Annie who wipes off the fake blood and peels off the latex whip welts. These, she replaces with fainter versions to represent scars. Lastly, she puts Molly’s wild red hair in pigtails and changes her dog collar to a larger one with spikes.
“So,” Molly says as all of this is happening, “you said you saw me fight. In person or on TV?”
“Oh just on TV — mostly when you were a finalist on ‘Ultimate Fierce Female.’ How come you . . . changed careers?”
“Two concussions for one thing,” Molly says. “And it finally occurred to me that fighting is a lot more work than sex. Plus, now I get to be naked most of the time.”
“You sure seem comfortable . . . being naked. I’ve noticed you’re naked in almost every scene of your movies.”
“I put that in my contract – 80% full nudity. I’ll typically wear clothing in an opening scene to establish the character, but then go naked the rest of the film. My contract also specifies no blowjobs or cum shots when I’m working with dudes. I only do these slave girl movies in order to work with my friends Readerman and Blair, but as a rule I just do lesbian flicks.”
“Oh, I know,” Annie gushes. “I’ve seen ‘Fisting With Felicity’ three times! And you were SO hilarious in that lesbian space comedy, ‘The Trouble With Tribbing’.”
“Well, I am always glad to get to know my fans,” Molly says, making a mental note to clear her calendar for the next few days.
“And I’ve seen you in mainstream movies too,” Annie is saying. “You were great as Naked Girl At Party in ‘Frat House 7’, and you did so much with the 12 seconds of screen time you had as Naked Girl Hitchhiking in ‘Doofus and Dumbass Get High’.”
“Oooh, it turns me on when a girl knows my credits.”
“Well, I use IMDb. Are you ready for me to put the ropes on?”
“As long as I can get out of them when I want.”
“No problem. I have a really nifty way to do that.”
Molly reluctantly puts her arms behind her back and allows Annie to elaborately tie her up. She does love how she looks on camera with her arms pulled behind her and her extraordinary breasts pushed out, but not being able to use her hands tends to make her anxious. When it is done, Annie tucks the release cord in Molly’s hand. “Okay, just pull this if you need to but try to avoid that if possible because the whole thing will completely unravel and I’ll have to redo it.”
“Okay,” Molly sighs. “Darn, I meant to have a cupcake first.”
“I could feed one to you!” Annie declares perkily and dashes to the break room. She comes back carrying a large pink cupcake towering with icing. Annie slowly feeds Molly the cupcake and the process quickly becomes erotic for both of them. By the time the cupcake is gone they are sucking pink icing off of each other’s lips.
“Everybody back on set!” Readerman calls. “Camera rolls in five minutes.”
Molly reluctantly steps away from Annie and rejoins the men. “Looks a lot lighter over here,” she says, winking at Blair.
“Don’t mock me, Molly,” Readerman says. “Light and Dark are important.”
“If I agree, can we not talk about it?”
“And why in god’s name is there a cat in here?” Everyone follows Readerman’s gaze to see a red tabby perched like a statue on the arm of a chair.
“Oh, that’s just Lucille,” Molly says. “She’s been hanging around the back door and I feed her sometimes.”
“Which is why it keeps hanging around,” Readerman says in exasperation. “We can’t keep a cat in the studio, Molly. It’ll wander into scenes. I have a hard enough time herding YOU.”
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take her home tonight. I feel a kinship with her.”
Blair chuckles. “There’s a joke in there somewhere.”
“What? That we must be related because we both have red hair?”
“No, that now you have TWO red pussies.”
Molly rolls her eyes but laughs. “For an OLD guy, that was a pretty adolescent joke,” she says. “Maybe you’re emotionally regressing from too many boner pills.”
“That’s not how they work. It’s just about blood flow — not that I take them.”
Readerman sighs. “This is why I’m not a substitute teacher, Molly, get on your mark and look at the camera from the side so the audience can see you’re tied up. Now, as you know, everyone, the scene we just filmed was from early in the script, but now we’re filming one of the last scenes when Slave Girl 7 realizes that she has come to enjoy her situation and now wants it to continue. And by the way THAT is why the lighting needed to be changed — to reflect the protagonist’s change in outlook.”
“Dang,” Molly says. “I keep hoping one of your slave girl movies will end with the girl killing everyone.”
“There’s a formula for these stories, Molly, and that’s not it. As the immortal director Severus Seahawk once said—“
“Oh Christ, not him again. I’d rather hear you talk about Light and Dark.”
“You’re just holding a grudge because Severus fired you from his first Mailgirls movie — a seminal work.”
“I wasn’t fired; I quit. Can we just do the scene?”
“Finally, something we agree on. Okay, camera’s rolling. Action.”
Molly looks at the camera over her left shoulder, showing her arms bound to the elbow in coiled rope and displaying her incomparable breasts in profile. Her face is radiant with joy. “I understand it all now,” she declares with near-religious fervor as she turns to face the camera. “I am a slave girl and I’m proud of that. That is all I want to be in life. To be subservient to every random man who passes by, spreading my legs for them and pretending I enjoy it even though they are fat and ugly. Because, gosh darn it, that’s my job as a slave girl. You can tie me up and take me for walks on a leash, even feed me from a dish on the floor because evidently I am subhuman and deserve to be treated like a dog.”
“Cut!” Readerman yells. “Molly, I can usually just edit out your bon mots but you only did one line from the script. Could we please do the words that are actually on the page? Just once, for fun?”
“If you insist,” Molly says and in a flash her face brightens angelically once again and she earnestly recites the exact lines in the script through to the end in a flawless take — and then after two beats she adds, still smiling sweetly, “you twisted, tiny-dick perverts.”
“Cut. I can work with that,” Readerman says. “Now before we wrap for the day, we just need to–”
He is interrupted by a rapping at the front door down the hallway and Annie goes to answer it. In the studio, they all hear a man’s voice yelling, “where is he? Where is that porn actor scum?”
“It’s him!” Todd cries in terror. “Molly, it’s Larry! He found me.”
A man with a crew cut and a very large handgun bursts into the studio and the first person he sees is Molly, naked and in pigtails, her arms wrapped in rope behind her back, and he looks at her with disgust. This is not a reaction she is accustomed to and under different circumstances she would be offended. He strides past her, pointing his gun at Todd and the other men who happened to be standing together behind the camera.
“Larry, please put that gun down,” Todd says, stepping out in front of the others. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”
“You damned well should have told me before we . . . became close. I had to go to my doctor today and get tested for venereal diseases. God knows what I got from you and your 5,000 previous sexual partners.”
“Actually, sir,” Readerman interjects with no hint of fear in his voice. “Our industry is very strict about STDs and our actors are tested all the time.”
Larry points the gun at Readerman’s chest. “Stay out of this.”
“I just wanted to give you relevant information that I thought would reassure you,” Readerman says genially. “People think that–”
“I SAID, stay out of this!”
Readerman opens his mouth to say more, but Blair jabs his elbow into his friend’s ribcage, muttering “for once in your life don’t contribute to the conversation!”
“Leave the others out of it, Larry,” Todd says, taking another step forward. “It’s me you’re angry at. If you want to shoot me, then go ahead and do it, but leave the others alone.”
“Kneel,” Larry growls.
“Larry, think about what you’re doing. If you fire that gun your life will never be the same. You’ll go to prison.”
“Shut up and kneel.”
Todd complies as he keeps his hands up. “What are you going to do, Larry?”
“It’s what YOU are going to do. YOU are going to give me a very professional blowjob while I hold this gun to your head. And if I don’t like it, or if you try to bite me, I will shoot you in the head. Got it?”
“Don’t force me to do that, Larry. That . . . that would be sexual assault.”
“Not for someone like you. You blow guys all the time – for money like a prostitute. So blow me.”
Throughout this exchange, Larry has completely ignored Molly, which is never a good idea. Perhaps he assumed she was actually restrained by her ropes, or that a naked girl in pigtails would be no threat to him. On both counts he was mistaken.
Indeed, Molly has already released the ropes from her arms and is trying to decide the best move to avoid anyone getting hurt if the gun goes off. From her vantage point she can only see Larry’s back and not his gun hand, and there is nothing close by she can use as a weapon except a stack of “Resort Ambassador” DVDs. She picks one up and tosses it to land about ten feet to Larry’s right. When it hits the floor with a clatter, he quickly turns his eyes – and his gun – towards the sound.
He sees nothing on that side of the room, but Molly is already on the move and by the time his peripheral vision picks her up she is on him, kicking his forearm towards the ceiling. The gun goes off and flies from his grip. Blair dives for it as Molly kicks Larry in the chest, sending him backwards. The force of the kick would have put him on the floor had there not been a wall two feet behind him. His back hits the wall hard and he bounces forward.
Molly grins in satisfaction because she knows if the wall had not been there she would have been deprived of this next move. As he stumbles forward, the wind knocked out of him, Molly puts all of her momentum into her swing as her fist hits him squarely on the nose. Blood flies in all directions as Larry’s knees buckle and he slumps backwards, his body crumpling against the base of the wall.
For two seconds the room is silent and then Molly whispers, “God I’ve missed hitting people.”
Annie, the other woman that Larry underestimated, had in the commotion slipped into the break room and called the police, who are now at the door. Larry is carried away handcuffed to a stretcher and everyone is questioned while Readerman calls a cab to take Todd to his mother’s house. Molly offers all the officers cupcakes and has to tell them twice that no, she really wouldn’t be more comfortable putting something on.
Although they were between scenes when Larry burst in, Blair quietly flipped the camera back on when he realized what was happening and so the whole incident was recorded. Larry was out of the picture much of the time, but everything he said was captured on the recording. The only part fully on video is Molly’s final punch, her pigtails flying in the air like red-orange flags and the studs of her dog collar glinting in the studio lights.
Readerman downloads a copy to give to the police as evidence, and after they have gone, Blair is playing the video again and says to Readerman, “you know, something like this might be a better ending.”
“I already suggested that,” Molly says.
“You suggested killing,” Readerman says, “not just punching. Really hard punching. Hmm, it would depart from our usual formula but . . . this could work. I need to get home and write!” With that, he grabs his briefcase and dashes out the door, calling back “don’t ever change, Molly.”
She calls after him, “you’re only saying that because you know I won’t anyway.”
Blair is still playing the tape in slow motion, zooming in on Molly’s fabulous breasts as they sway ever so gracefully and then jiggle delectably when the punch makes contact. Although this level of attention actually delights her, Molly affects a more jaded tone as she comes up beside him and says, “what are you, 12?”
“It’s a professional interest,” Blair says defensively. “Did you see the documentary I made last year about the physics of breast movement when naked girls play basketball?”
“Uh, I guess I missed that.”
“But I’m working on a new project now — a coffee table book on vaginas.”
“Hmm, is that so?”
“Yeah, on each page I’ll have a high-def close-up of a wide-open pussy, and I’m writing a description of each. Sometimes a poem.”
“Uh-huh,” Molly says noncommittally. “What’s the title?”
“Either ’Cunnie’ or ‘Glistening Folds’.”
“I vote for that second one.”
“So I was wondering if you’d be in it?
“Um, I’ll run it by my agent. How many do you have so far?”
“I just added ten yesterday so 462. I’m shooting for 500.”
“And . . . you’re describing each of them individually?”
“Yeah, but I’m trying to keep each entry under a thousand words. It’s really challenging.”
Blair downloads a copy of the video for “research” and says his goodbyes. Molly insists he take the last cupcake and when he is gone she is alone with Annie. “I’m going to take a hot bath,” Molly says.
“Here?”
“My apartment only has a shower and Readerman had a lovely clawfoot tub installed for bathroom sex scenes. I like to use it at the end of a long day.”
A few minutes later, Molly is stepping into the steaming bathtub as Annie clicks on the television. A newscaster behind a desk is saying, “and the alien ships have appeared all over the world, their lasers decimating every nation’s military that tries to challenge them. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of people have been abducted by the aliens, but we talked to one young woman who managed to escape.”
The camera shifts to a reporter on the scene of the attempted abduction and she is holding her microphone out to a red-haired girl wearing a skimpy sundress and a baseball cap. “I saw a beam of light,” the girl says, “and it pulled me up into the ship.”
“Were you frightened?”
“Heck no, I was too mad. I said to those aliens, how DARE you abduct me like that? Did you ever hear of a thing called ‘consent,’ or is your world too barbaric for that? On THIS planet you’re supposed to ASK a girl before yanking her into your spaceship. This is just another example of a misogynist patriarchal society treating women like objects.”
“What did they look like?” the reporter asks. “How could you tell they were male?”
“Well, I couldn’t tell exactly because they had tentacles coming from everywhere and orifices that I couldn’t tell if they took stuff in or put stuff out, but dammit they sure acted male. And I told the main guy, buddy, this is ONE chick you’re gonna be sorry you messed with. I don’t know which of those tentacles you use to procreate with, but I’ll bet it’s really small – and NO that doesn’t mean I want you to text me a picture of it!”
“How did you escape?”
“I’m not sure, but I was just getting started telling them off when the ship suddenly zoomed back to earth and they threw me into a corn field and flew away!”
Annie hits the pause button, freezing Molly on the screen as Molly in the bathtub laughs. “Where did you FIND that, Annie? I ad-libbed that whole speech but it didn’t make it into the final movie.”
“This is the director’s cut,” Annie says, holding up the DVD case.
“There’s a director’s cut of ‘Attack of the Anus-Faced Aliens’?”
“Apparently,” Annie says as she starts unbuttoning her blouse. “That’s a big bathtub. Can I join you?”
“God yes,” Molly says, and Annie quickly shucks her clothes and climbs in, straddling Molly at the waist. Molly was already leaning back low in the tub and as Annie settles her weight Molly’s head slides a little deeper and now the bathwater is lapping at her ears and chin.
“Seriously, Annie,” Molly says, “you’re almost too good to be true. Are you sure you’re not one of those psycho fans that murder their idols? If I go to your house will there be pictures of me all over the walls connected with red string and pins?”
“Well, there might be a FEW pictures,” Annie says, leaning forward and putting her hands on Molly’s shoulders. “Are you afraid I’m going to put my hands around your neck – like this – and push your head underwater and drown you? Is that what you’re thinking?”
“It kinda has crossed my mind.”
“Well, don’t worry, I’m not,” Annie laughs, kissing her instead. “For one thing, you’re obviously tougher than me and I’d probably be the one who ended up getting drowned. And then you’d have to call the cops again.”
“That would be awkward, twice in one day.”
“And besides,” Annie says, moving her body so they are now in the tub side by side, “I plan on having lots of sex with you tonight and I’m not into narcolepsy.”
“You mean necrophilia.”
“Oh, right. I get those mixed up.”
Molly and Annie kiss again, repositioning themselves in the tub so they can each get a hand between the other’s legs, but then Molly stiffens. “I thought I heard something in the studio,” she says.
“Is the front door locked?” Annie asks, her voice quavering.
“It’s always locked, but a lot of people have the passcode.”
“They gave it to me this morning,” Annie whispers, “and I remember thinking 6969 might not be the most secure passcode for an adult movie studio.”
“Let’s just be quiet a minute and listen,” Molly whispers back. Five seconds go by and they both hear the sound of glass breaking in the studio.
Molly lifts herself up to peer warily over the edge of the tub (bathwater cascading from her magnificent breasts as they rise majestically out of the water) and sees Lucille sauntering out of the studio, a mouse tail hanging from her mouth.
…
The plan was to take it easy this evening, but then Molly posted. Oh my Lord… that start had my eyebrows up very high!
Plus she has freckles! I was going to say, I wonder who that reminds us of, and then I see her name is Molly… lol
She’s not the only one.
oh… this is going to be interesting. I feel it in my toes. I was going say bones, but it auto corrected to toes and so I thought… why not?
Great reaction.
I swear, he can’t concentrate when Molly is on set. I don’t know what I’m going to do with that guy. At least he ‘usually’ works hard to make sure the lighting is good, and boy does he know how to capture a scene… especially when Molly is on set.
I can’t stop smiling. Plus now I’m wondering if I should lower case my M.
Now I’m just laughing out loud.
~Wavy~Line~ (which is ‘editor-code’ for super-amazing paragraph). And I would say the same even if our names were not in there.
The story is so much fun, that it’s having the side effect of inspiring me to write. If only it wasn’t so late.
I like this bit of ‘tension’ with the rope. Anne is certainly racking up points with the handy release cord. I like that too.
Jesus, that was great. A cupcake… for the ages.
Sorry, but… I’m going to have to steal this line. But, not for writing.
Scary cat name!
Oh cool… this story must be like… 30 years in the future.
Blasphemy! Seahawk is my cup of tea, and you know it.
I wasn’t fired; I quit. Can we just finish this comment?
This is so fun. Am I quoting myself? The sarcastic slave rant just before the cut was totally in character. Totally!
I should have suspected something with that earlier Todd scene. Molly never puts stuff in just for fun. Molly the writer, I mean.
What other men?!
Exactly correct!
As if…
Good move, but that could have dangerously scratched my DVD!
Holy crap, Bat Girl! This is amazing, blood and everything!
And… she nails the dialog as well.
Wavy Line!
I like Molly’s response to this line. Boy do I ever know.
I’m trying to not comment on EVERYTHING, but it’s kinda hard to not. This was hilarious after Blair’s slow motion, zooming in.
Now I have sore cheeks. Readerman massages his sore cheeks from too much smiling.
Oh this brings back memories. Always reminding us (Blair) about the importance of tight prose.
Suddenly I wonder… remembering that there are multiple L’s and D’s in this story.
This main character has issues with tru… I mean… she’s really careful. But then she should be in a wild story like this.
Catchy ending. I should have guessed that there would be no loose ends at the tail end of the story. Thank you Molly. It’s wonderful to see you back in action again. Also, the writing was brilliant, as usual. Happy posting day!
NOW, I know why ReaderMan is always so busy and that he has such precious little time to devote to his real hobby of writing erotica – HE’S TOO BUSY DIRECTNG PORN MOVIES!! ROFL. (BTW, Readerman, I am having trouble finding copies of The Resort Ambassador DVD’s on Amazon. Are they out of stock?)
Great story, Molly, with lots of cliché’s. interesting philosophical segments like the influence of light and dark in photography and people’s personalities. Molly the actress is such an interesting character. I know people like her who actually live their own life just the way they want it. They are always fun to be around.
Loved it.
Hooked6
Thank you, Hooked.
I actually considered a version of the story in which our heroine would have kicked Larry between the legs, thus prompting the introduction of a new character, “Dr. Hook,” to enter the scene to lecture her on the grave medical dangers of such actions and to bemoan how nut-kicking has been trivialized in fiction. But this would have prompted the Molly character to respond with a litany of the terrible things that happened to women in both life and fiction which Dr. Hook had apparently not felt sufficiently outraged to make a speech about, which he would then belatedly do to shore up his feminist bonifides. I decided this would have been too much speechifying given that we already had one on Light and Dark, and besides how the heck would I work in the the phrase “cover of the Rolling Stone”?
Oh… my Molly. Such a little provocateur. Don’t be bringing up ball kicking, especially with my long lost buddy. Also I like this comment, it’s frothing over with energy. As if you had too much energy – which is also great to see. And I swear the next contest will be a LOT more simple. Less to poke fun of that way!
Thank you, RM. Blair had been urging me to submit a story for the contest and I really didn’t have any ideas — until I started reading your rather extensive contest guidance on Light vs. Dark erotica. I knew that you and Blair — being such self-confident manly men (who are probably also handsome and well endowed) — could handle a little parody.
And because it was parody, I decided to swing wildly back and forth from Dark to Light in the opening – and that one could hardly find a better symbol for lightness of mood (if not calorie) than cupcakes. The rest of the story took care of itself. I knew I needed at least one more Dark sequence, thus the Todd-Larry subplot, and in the final scenes I figured it would be sufficient to merely hint at Darkness a few more times without actually going there.
P.S. — sorry if you get multiple email notifications of these comments. I was trying to get my two replies posted in the proper order and could not seem to do so.
Well, I’m really glad that Blair was pushing you. And thank you for adding the personal touch with all our names. It was blast, and the roles that we all played were absolutly hilarious.
Also I’m glad that you had some fun with the Dark/Light themes. I do think it’s healthy for us writers to experiment with a bit of the darker side sometimes, mainly so that we can play in the middle and have more range. The light good stuff, feels more powerful when there is potential for dark. And likewise, the dark is way more dramatic in a story with light themes. But what I have learned recently is that we all have different definitions of light and dark. So that was interesting to discover. I did want to expand both, our own writer ranges, but also make the board feel more inclusive so that a larger range writers of either side could feel welcome here.
Based on the number of entries in your contest as well as several new authors that previously hadn’t posted before, I think you succeeded.
🙂
Thanks. Yeah, it was huge to see the creative efforts of our writers grow. Like Blair and Molly, both strong L writers not afraid of gritty drama and strong conflict actually pushed their boundaries. Somehow Molly not only see-sawed back and forth teasingly, she also made it quite funny as in a parody. That’s an extra layer on what was already a fancy-prose-cake with personal references as the icing on the top. And CountryMouse generously gave us both an L and a D. The D is toying with a classic Creepypasta style-(almost-slasher)-horror with traces of BP and a teen horror/comedy (plus is a story within a story). And the L, which amusingly has a D-like ‘Mean Girls’ title, and is a fantastic Allegra prequel to a story that was in our ‘other’ contest. And you Hooked6, the master of ENF, gave us a double treat of extreme and prolonged ENF (the best kind) along with a Joe-Doe gradual entrapment style. Those of us familiar with the Joe’s light/slavey genre (D for us but L in comparison to slave stories in general) were able to get more out of it as half the fun of those stories is knowing what is likely to happen early on. I guess that’s kinda like that dramatic irony thing that I hope to experiment with in my potential contest entry (if I ever get it written). It was also great to see another Melissa story along with Grumpyolddom’s creative experiments with the POV along with more insight into bdsm in general. So all in all, I am feeling estatic about the contest entries. To say it was a success is an understatement, and it’s not even done yet!
OMG!
I have to say, your recollection of that day in the studio is even better than mine! At least I’m deciding to chalk the differences up to memory issues (mine) rather than exaggeration (yours), because I’m sure your goal was to portray these exciting, and at times terrifying events, as accurately as possible. Sometimes, truth is so much stranger than fiction that embellishment would only weaken the whole.
But what a fun read! If we could only go back to those days! But in a way, it’s almost like we have. Even ‘not-my-cuppa’ Seahawk managed a cameo. Dr. Hook, if memory serves — he didn’t make it in to work that day. I think you made him sleep on the couch the night before (probably didn’t get any sleep). Or possibly that was the day he wasn’t there because we were supposed to be filming, “Betsy Kicks Kate’s Krotch.” Now, if it would have been Dean’s crotch … well, you know what I mean. But he stands on his principles, and we all have to respect that … even if the person getting kicked in the balls (probably) doesn’t have any.
But, considering ReaderMan — you captured his commitment to producing high-quality porn to a T. If anyone can make filming beautiful naked women having sex or being spanked seem like work, it was ReaderMan, our intrepid director. But I know it is my own fault. This Light vs. Dark thing. Even now, I just can’t seem to get it no matter how much effort he puts into explaining it to me.
But those were the days. While other studios were cranking out films with 2-D characters, all our movies were 3-D. This might sound like bragging (since I was filming) but with Molly’s breasts — deservedly described as ‘spectacular,’ ‘extraordinary,’ incomparable,’ ‘fabulous,’ even ‘magnificent,’ — there was no way we could have produced a flat picture. AND given the camera angles ReaderMan was calling for, I think we were typically turning out 3-1/2-DD films.
On one point; however, gosh darn it, my memory does differ markedly from yours. The cat. Yep, Lucille. Remember her well. Well, the joke that she inspired. You seem to recall a punchline that referred to, “two red pussies.” But maybe your memory lapse can be forgiven because being so young (and sweetly innocent), it might have gone right over your head. The actual joke ended with the famous line, “Metzenbaum scissors. Get that cat outta here.” Surely, that rings a bell.
The scene that I think you might be embellishing (or imagining) is this fun bathtub scene at the end. Of course, I had already left by then, so I can’t say for sure. But … since we just witnessed a naked woman take down an armed man by going all MMA on him … it’s not especially believable that the police would have left her behind. Surely, for this to be at all believable, they would have taken her with them. At the very least, they would have needed to put her is drab room with just one light bulb and question her exhaustively. Of course, she was only involved in the apprehension of a dangerous suspect (while naked), but even so, they would have put her in a room (still naked, of course) and asked her every question in the book. Todd too, most likely. I mean, the gun did go off. Fortunately no one was hit … but did anyone go upstairs to make sure?
Sincerely (studying my fingernails as I type),
Blair
PS: If you agree, then we won’t need to talk about. Otherwise, all bets are off.
PPSS: I can still taste the cupcakes!
Poor Blair, you’re still so confused about that time in our lives — but heck, you were doing a lot of acid in those days. Okay, I’m going to explain it to you again just like I did that day we checked you out of the psych ward. We were never actually MAKING porno movies. We were just actors doing a PLAY about making porno movies. That’s why we didn’t add that police interrogation scene you wanted so badly – because we had only built the one set. Do you remember now? You were the one who told me nudity was protected if it was part of a performance so that’s why every time I wrote a play I contrived a reason for my character to be naked the whole time. Surely you remember “The Hypnotist’s Girlfriend” (in which you played the hypnotist) and “Jungle Girl Goes to Harvard”?
Anyway, I’m glad we’re talking about this now because I just sold the movie rights to “Slave Girl 7 and the Cupcakes” and they asked for my suggestions on casting. Here’s what I have so far:
Molly – Scarlett Johansson
Readerman – Jason Bateman
Blair – Ben Affleck
Annie – Anya Taylor-Joy
Todd – Channing Tatum
Larry – Benedict Cumberbatch
Barry – Dave Bautista
Man, there is a whole Multiverse happening on this thread.
Hmm, apparently the only way to get YOU to comment is for me to depict myself as a porn movie actress. That noted, I agree this did get quite multiversey. I am waiting for the opportunity to say “definitely the darkest timeline.”
You were no longer a porn star when I posted that comment. You had already surfed the multiverse to another universe in which you were an actor portraying a porn star. That sounded like a pretty fun universe.
If you actually want me to comment more often, I could start with that other thread where you mentioned things that you sometimes do when tequila shots are involved. No, I am not referring to “BJs” but to your famous tequila-fueled impression of Clare Torry getting herself in the proper mood to record her vocal track on Dark Side of the Moon. That was a pretty fun universe too.
You can go back to being a lurker now.
I will focus on the topic at hand which is your story. As always, there are a lot of great lines, and undoubtedly many more that can only be fully appreciated by the regulars of your group. Among those I laughed out loud at were “God I’ve missed hitting people” and “Sometimes a poem,” and “That would be awkward, twice in one day.”
But the best line (actually two lines) came when we see the movie clip of her improv rant to the aliens when she says, “I don’t know which of those tentacles you use to procreate with, but I’ll bet it’s really small – and NO that doesn’t mean I want you to text me a picture of it!”
I totally agree with those lines Jack. All great and worthy of re-mention. I wasn’t kidding when I said I need to re-read this story again, to feel uplifted to do some of my own writing. The writing style is so sharp, tight, great timing, full of energy and creatively inspiring. But should stop here before Molly’s head get’s over inflated.
No he can’t. Enjoying your comments Jack. Thanks for participating!
Thank you for your kind words, RM, and don’t worry about inflating my ego. I mean, I already KNOW I’m a good writer. And beautiful. And that ordinary mortals are enchanted by my mere presence, but gosh darn it I’m keeping my adorably dainty feet on the ground and simply shall not allow these incontrovertible facts to go to my head.
haha… that was exactly the response I was expecting. And I do hope the incontrovertible facts seep in. Like Léon in ‘The Professional’, you dance with words, paragraphs, scenes – like he does with bullets. It’s a wild ride of a story, not a single dull moment. Obviously each moment is finely crafted. Oops… there I go again. I better stop before Ben Affleck gets jelous.
Wait! What?
“The Hypnotist’s Girlfriend”?
You’re just messing with me (again). All that really happened. I’m sure of it. I am a Hypnotist! I hypnotize people all the time. It’s a great party trick. There’s no way those people are all pretending!
Whatever you say, Blair. We’re all very proud of you. Please take your medication every day.
To everyone: Someone told me that my last few responses to Blair sounded mean-spirited. That was by no means my intention. Blair has been a dear friend of mine for probably ten years and I suppose sometimes I take advantage of that fact to give him a sharper verbal elbow than I would give to a person I do not know as well. I’m, uh, fairly sure he wouldn’t have been offended by what I said, but I just wanted to say this publicly here on the board so everyone is clear about that. And to Blair personally I want to say this: I will never stop making fun of you.
I wouldn’t have it any other way!!
Well, we could always have a normal, mutually-respectful relationship. But where would the fun in that be?
Molly, glad to number you among my very best friends (certainly the one with the sharpest elbows),
Blair
Fine… Jason Bateman can play me. Ohh… Anya Taylor Joy, interesting… choice. So it was Blair that told you that nudity was protected. RM pats Blair on the back. “Good job buddy.”
I love it when “dark” tropes, to use the contest terminology, are used in a light way. And I love to read something from Molly 🙂
Thank you, nap!
Very fun read, and I like your writing a lot, Molly.
Thank you, CountryMouse!
I was just reading some of your recent submission. Interesting story-within-story technique.
When I read the first couple of paragraphs, I was quite sure that this wasn’t “real”, that there must be something else behind it. I mean, it was so over the top (“the girl screams in agony, her back and shoulders covered in welts and blood”), especially when knowing some other stories by the author. I enjoyed the idea that the described – very dark – scene was just from the shooting of a movie. I really liked this idea.
Or the very cruel and terrifying looking slave master is in reality just an actor who is in a hurry to bring his daughter (?) to a dance class.
And this set the scene for some lighthearted banter between Molly and the director and his cameraman, which both seem strangely familiar 😉. We learned a lot about these two. At first, I thought that’s all made up, but then I read the description of Molly, our author, of herself:
Then I knew, everything in this story is true. The truth and nothing but the truth here.
And that’s a bit scary.
Exactly! But I would also love to get my hands on a “Resort Ambassador” DVD.
This reminds me. Didn’t you once say that you want to write a mailgirl story going in this direction, something like “Revenge of a Mailgirl”? I would love to read this. Or anything else from you. I really enjoyed this story very much!
Thank you, Arthwys!
Yes, you saw right through me, but I figured some readers would. I initially intended to play it totally straight, but I also wanted it be really Dark – like uncomfortably Dark even for people who like that kind of story. However, doing so did end up making it suspiciously over-the-top, but I decided to leave it that way as part of the joke because, as you noted, anyone who is familiar with my other stories would be suspicious of that opening anyway.
That’s very sweet, but I must confess it’s possible that I exaggerated just a teeny bit in describing my character’s physical attributes. She is a little more perfect than I am, but I did have fun repeatedly mentioning the awesomeness of our boobs.
As would we all, I am sure. And I am serious when I say that that I wish Hollywood would make movies like that — in which the honest objective of the plot is to give the heroine lots of nude scenes but while doing things OTHER THAN having sex. Pick any mainstream movie that supposedly has “lots of nudity” and you typically find that (1) the nudity is nearly always a sex scene and (2) the actual number of minutes she is nude does not really amount to much as a percentage of the movie’s run time.
I don’t remember, but that totally sounds like me. Dang, now that you mention it, that could have been my contest entry. But instead of going from Dark to Light to Dark to Light it would have gone from Dark to Darker to Really Fucking Dark. The premise would be that our fabulously beautiful and ninja-trained red-haired heroine is seeking revenge for her sister who got lured into the mailgirl industry. So she infiltrates the mailgirl program and patiently endures the usual torment and humiliation until the climactic moment when she is presented to the Main Bigshot Bad Guy, who orders her to kneel in front of him as he unzips his pants. I don’t like to give spoilers, but let’s just say it is the last blowjob this dude will ever ask anyone for. Then our badass heroine — oh, let’s just call her Molly — goes full Kill Bill on them, swinging swords like nunchucks and . . .
Too Dark? Yeah, I guess so. That would definitely be the darkest timeline.
I tried to paste an image in this comment, but it didn’t work so go here to see it. Also, I am new to this board and am not sure of the etiquette, but if anyone is interested in reading more of Molly’s work, her site is here.
Sorry for the comments hold up. Anything that has a link in it is auto-held by the anti-spam protection and has to be manually approved. It’s what keeps all that spam at bay, but can be annoying at times. Just have patience. Usually, we get to it sooner than later.
I only had a vague recollection of this, but I found it now; it was your comment to the chapter “A Mailgirl App? – Part 2” of ReaderMan’s story “The Resort Ambassador”.
A mailgirl going full Kill Bill sounds … disturbing. And very interesting. Would love to read this.
haha… okay, let’s all calmly step – ‘away’ from the dark side. What I had originally meant by dark, was not the ‘literal’ meaning that my good friend writers tend to reach out and overly grab for. I mostly meant mean-girls, kinda like stories. So ENF-Dark, where we kinda like the mean girl just as much as the main character. It was a gentle nudge in that direction, that’s all. (Plus I wanted to open the door to some of the slavey style stories that are mostly ENF based with characters that are not 100% opposed to the entrapments.) That said, the overly dark stories written were all pretty darned good! But Art, my good friend, let’s not push the Mollinator away from her ‘shining everlight’ towards revenge and gore. Have you even seen Kill Bill? If Molly wants to try her hand at a mailgirl story, I would rather see ‘her vision’ of how to do it properly. Something full of dignity, respect, and super powered mailgirls would rather be the cup of tea that I could see Molly fan’s, and the rest of us, really enjoying. Most of us like all styles of mailgirl stories, that explore different things and are well written, but Molly’s strengths lean towards the light side and humour. We should always lean into our strengths. If dark it must be, then like for example I forget who wrote it, but there was one MG story where a MG had go in undercover (at some other place) to ‘rescue’ some girls in a place that wasn’t so good. She was an example of a positive, healthy, fun, proud mailgirl. Something like that would be preferable to swords and dismemberment, right? Besides, I think that gore would likely go against the boards rules (not that I’m trying to stifle creativity).
Oops, I didn’t expect this to be taken seriously. I guess I fell into the trap of forgetting that written communication sometimes misses out a lot. For the record: no, I don’t want to read gore here. Really.
Note to self: Think more carefully what you write before posting.
RM, dearest, as long as we have known each other you still sometimes take me a tad too seriously.
For the record, I would never invest my emotional energy into actually writing a Kill Bill revenge story – I just joke about doing so. And I do realize that your concept of “Dark” erotica hardly ever involves dismemberment. It’s just fun people having fun with chains and gag balls and the occasional set of jumper cables.
It is true, of course, that I honestly dislike “mailgirls” stories and “slave girl” stories because their whole purpose is to degrade and humiliate women, who within the story allegedly have burning sexual fantasies of experiencing such degradation but who (I suspect) actually represent all the beautiful women who in real life saunter past the male author on the sidewalk without making eye contact.
Oops . . . there I go again. Would it help if I add emojis? 😉 🙂
P.S. — I should add, RM, that I do agree with what you said about the “mean girls” type of erotica. I have enjoyed reading “Resort Ambassador,” which cleverly plays with mailgirls tropes without taking itself too seriously. After all, we DO need antagonists in our stories and we need the dramatic tension that mean girls like Brandy are SO good at providing.
Yeah, I know. I was getting carried away with a particular thought. Sorry everyone, plus I shouldn’t be suggesting what people write or don’t write. I just happen to know that movie, very well. And well, people change. They get creative. Arms come lopping off in fiction. It really happens!
For the record, I haven’t touched chains and ball gags yet. Jumper cables?! Hmm… that would be a shocking development for poor Emi.
You are probably right about the sauntering, but it’s also a real fantasy that some people have. It’s really not that simple. If one has experienced real dark things it will be tainted dark, otherwise it will be a harmless mostly light fantasy reading. We can’t really ‘choose’ how we perceive these things. So what that means, is… basically we are both absolutely correct.
I don’t think we need to be so careful or whatever. I don’t feel anyone is taking anything too seriously. It’s all good.
What I like about this sentence is that it is describing a story writing process as ’emotional energy’. Which I think is an excellent description of the writing process in general. I have always said, the more we feel about what’s going on in a story, usually the better it is. Regardless of what those feelings are. It’s that emotional energy that the writer has created and is sharing. That’s what writing is and I love that Molly drew attention to it. Lots of things strengthen a story, clarity, focus, good words and sentences, grammar, storytelling, good plotting, conflicts, dialog, pace, POV, etc… but the backbone behind everything is that ’emotional energy’ and that’s important to remember. Usually it’s coming from various layers of conflict, but it can come from other things as well. Usually, when I am ‘in the zone’ and doing my best writing… I’m very emotional or deep into one or more of the characters. Really feeling what they are feeling. And that’s important. Getting that emotion, to the reader, that’s the big thing and so if you have some special dialog happening or a special unexpected vibe that is going well in a story. Sometimes it’s good to loosen the reigns on that plot and see where the good stuff leads. Because it’s not easy transferring that emotional stuff. Just because we feel it writing doesn’t always translate as well to the reader. But I find that as we gradually get more experience with writing, more and more of that emotion get’s successfully passed to the story and powers it. How? Usually through dialog, but it can technically come through each and every sentence if we put effort into it.