The Greatest Lie Part 9

"Slow down, girls. None of the above. I’m Pavel, and I am the producer. Have either of you been in adult films before?"

"No, this is our first time," I admitted. Tran followed up "But don’t worry, we suck and fuck like pro’s."

He dialed a cell phone, motioning us to be silent. "Ricardo, can you meet me at the studio in about 45? I have a couple of newby T-Girls to rehearse for a shoot tomorrow. Yeah, they’re cute, and really lively. OK, and give Andre a call to, same thing. OK, see you there."

"Who are we meeting, our co-stars?" I asked.

"No, some of our other talent. We’re saving the big boys for the real thing. They need to save their energy, if you know what I mean."

We nodded enthusiastically. The limo struggled through rush hour traffic to a nondescript warehouse in Northridge. We pulled in behind a chain-link gate that rolled closed and locked behind us. It was a warm, brilliant day, and the mountains ringing the Valley had an unfamiliar clarity and brilliance. Pavel showed us to an office and bade us to sit down. He handed us each a sheaf of papers and told us to read. The script was called "Transsexual Hookers," and it was a series of vignettes about Transsexual Sex Industry Workers plying their trade. I was to play a call girl from the personals section of a sex paper, and Tran's character was working a mythical bar modeled on Illusions at the 7969 Club in West Hollywood. There was some minimal dialog to set the stage, and followed by a description of shots and angles for the sex scenes.

"How are we supposed to memorize all these moves?" I asked.

"That’s for the camera crews. You’ll just improvise, and I want to see how you do it."

"You mean right now?"

"That’s right. OK, let’s read your lines, and after Ricardo and Andre get here, we’ll run through the action."

"You mean we are having sex with these guys right now, with you watching?"