Just William
Surreal experience: I met my first porn star last week.
Hammered at 2.10am, waiting on Mayfair for the Oxford Express home, a friend and I started talking to the other girl waiting for said bus.
We had been at the launch party of I Heart Huckabees, and she had been at the launch party of computer game The Getaway 2, in which she has a small part. She is a Geordie lass and we compare notes about our parties. She'd been given better freebies than we had.
So are you an actress? Kind of, she tells us, before producing a card saying that she belongs to TEASE - The Entertainment Agency Specialising in Erotica. Billie (her name - unsure whether stage or real) does video/photo work, promotions, stag shows and strip-o-grams, jug collections and lap dancing.
What video work have you done? Oh, a couple of girl-on-girl films. Not much else really. Kind of like Adult Channel stuff? Exactly.
She is pretty and busty and my mind lustfully starts to objectify her, encouraged no doubt by the ten-odd complimentary bottles of Wife Beater that I have consumed and the knowledge that she could teach me things I do not (but secretly do) want to know.
I don't remember how or why, but she offers my friend (happily married) a shag on the back seat of the coach. Kinky. Like a gentleman, and no doubt because, like all men, he is afraid to see a girl so overtly sexual, he declines the offer. I suspect that he, like me, has a "what if?" thought for the next few days, but so be it.
Passing in and out of consciousness, I remember us talking about life in general. She is heading home to her husband, who does not mind her work and nor, apparently, does she. She passes out eventually, and I wake her up at the Park and Ride, whence she is driving home, despite being well over the limit.
As she leaves, I receive a kiss on the lips from her. The kind that at 18 I would have chalked up as a pull, but would not consider as such now.
Into the night she goes. I hope she was not caught or had any trouble from the rozzers for her illegal management of a vehicle, evil crime-condoner that I am.
What to make of this experience? Nothing really. Whimsical effort at conclusion: it takes diff'rent stokes to rule the world.
18th Nov 2004