The Greatest Lie Part 9

"That’s the idea, honey. And get used to a crowd. There are going to be a lot more people watching tomorrow."

We ran through our dialog. Tran playing a pin ball machine at a noisy bar, shaking her booty and half exposed breasts. She is approached from behind by a date, and they chat suggestively about putting balls in the holes, points, scores, and how long she can keep a ball in play. The customer gets aroused and begins fondling her as she plays, but she plays on, lighting up the machine, which records points madly, until the distraction of his pawing arms makes her lose the point. The customer apologizes Tran tells him now he has to pay. He asks how much, and she quotes a price. He nods and they leave the bar together, arrive at a nearby hotel, and you can guess the rest. "But I’m terrible at pin ball," Tran complained. "Better at bed ball."

"Very funny, you can throw that one in if you remember it tomorrow. Don’t worry about the game, we’ll rig the machine."

My script was even simpler: a guy studies the personal ads in a the LA Xpress (a local sex paper), picks mine, calls me, we chat, I give him directions to a pay phone in from of my apartment, invite him up, and you know the rest. They were easy lines: I had been in a bunch of plays in high school, so it was easy for me. Tran’s a natural actress, and soon a pleased Pavel pronounced himself satisfied.

The phone rang. Ricardo and Andre had arrived. "Get yourselves ready for the sex scene. I’m going to video tape it. We’ll go over it later and I tell you what works and what doesn’t. The basic rule is, be visually and vocally expressive. The audience likes to see and hear you suffer. The men are going to be rough, and you have to act like they’re killing you. Talk dirty, like you want it, and then cry out in pain and act hurt and humiliated when you’re getting it in the ass. Look up admiringly at your man while you’re sucking, and smile and lick your lips when you get your facial.