A Porn Writer

”I feel,” he said, “that this script will sell!”

Solemnly, she looked at him, and said: “Good! Then we will have the choice between you making me a best-seller, and me presenting it myself, on the Internet!”

He looked thoughtful. “Yeah, I guess so! There is, however, one more alternative, which is that they don't go for it unless I can present it for those who really create opportunities for you and similar in business!”

“Hm,” she said. “I propose you don't see them like that anymore! Because I feel certain that I can make some money on my own with it, if you're right about the quality of my writing!”

He cleared his throat. “I'm sure I'm right just about to the extent that it takes to get this stuff published by those whom I know in the business! I'm not sure about the quality being enough for actually going for it simply on the Internet!”

He looked at the text, and read a passage of it out loud: She followed his every step with her mind. She knew that she would get him to answer to her prayers for sensuality and lust. The thought of him as her ally for this adventure was alluring her to come to terms with herself as graciously into the sex that he needed, and for him she would refine her ways into an extravagance that was horny for men's ways and at the same time for women's extravagances. Then he skipped a few pages. “She indulged in the underwater activity where her vagina was constantly masturbated by the force of the water from the turbine. As the boat passed the shores, she waved to the sunbathers. Little tended to be shown of her vagina and breasts, because her bare bottom was hidden behind the swirls of water, and her see-through blouse was not the very unusual feature on these beaches. He looked at her. “This is not going to sell unless you or they also present your as a self-assured woman who wouldn't fake that she wanted all of this! I propose that you thereby sign this contract!” He handed her a piece of paper.

She read it and signed. She did so not very much because she believed him, but because his tone of voice had been so firm about it, so she couldn't resist the notion of herself as the feeble type of woman who wouldn't be getting any attention, unless she complied!

A few months later she received two hundred dollars. She imagined that her script had made them loads of more money than this. But how could she be proving anything? She, who was only a writer who didn't have any status, neither as innocent, nor as successful, enough ... ?

She thereby said to herself that she seemed to be the kind of woman who was feeble and weak, because they had objectified her, not because she would have been it otherwise. She thereby resented that she had ever gotten into contact with them. She felt that she had not gained anything by spending her hours on the porn script for these lousy two hundred dollars. ...