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Stunt Girls - A Flair for Dare
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
Chapter Nine
Stunt Girls - A Flair for Dare
The sort of panic that chooses to rush directly into the center of danger rather than fly away from it.
Tennessee Williams
“Ready, action!” screamed the director just as the sound of an atomic bomb exploded throughout the soundstage. Ten thousand pounds of popcorn flakes rained from the sky at “Sunset Lark Studios” on stage 30.
“Cut!” the director screamed through his megaphone. “Let's have a body count.”
I opened my mouth to scream but no sound escaped my lips as I laid buried beneath mounds of synthetic snow. Suddenly my muffled cries came from under the avalanche, “Help! I can't breathe, I'm suffocating.”
“Don't inhale the chemicals or you'll die!” the assistant director shrieked in an apathetic voice. “Hurry up, one of you grips get a shovel and dig her up. It's April Moon.”
I lay there trapped. As the fog lifted in my head, I vaguely remembered walking on the set just as the fire department and paramedics were wheeling a stunt man out on a stretcher. I was relieved that it wasn't Roger my movie connection whom I'd done some very erotic stunts with in my bedroom.
“Great to see you April,” Roger said as he greeted me with a big bear hug.
“Hon, are you sure that this is a safe gig? Why is that guy being wheeled out on a stretcher?” I asked.
Roger smiled apprehensively, his ham and cheese sandwich on Wonder bread dripping with mayonnaise still lodged between his brown, tobacco-stained teeth.
“April honey, it's safer than driving on the freeway with road rage. You have nothing to worry about. It's just a little scene that we're shooting today. A little snow will fall on your luscious bod.”
“Well,” I laughed, “my body was born for sin and I have a flair for dare. I might have to call the flesh fund if I don’t survive this shoot.”
He gripped my arm.
“Please, April, I'm counting on you. Don't bail on me. I promised the production company you'd work for three grand a day.”
“I don't know, Roger, you made a deal with the devil.”
“There's a one liner coming up in the brothel I can hook you up with if you do the stunt today.”
“Okay,” I said.
“You're a raunchy hooker pulling tricks on a pig farm in Saugus, California. James Woods is playing your pimp.
‘Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam’ is available at the following
Los Angeles Bookstores:
Barnes & Noble The Grove, Barnes & Noble Third Street Promenade, Barnes & Noble Bookstar Studio City, Book Soup, Skylight Books, Vroman’s, The Canyon Country Store, amazon.com, Kindle and other international online bookstores.Too Old to be a Hooker Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
Chapter Nine
Stunt Girls - A Flair for Dare
The sort of panic that chooses to rush directly into the center of danger rather than fly away from it.
Tennessee Williams
“Ready, action!” screamed the director just as the sound of an atomic bomb exploded throughout the soundstage. Ten thousand pounds of popcorn flakes rained from the sky at “Sunset Lark Studios” on stage 30.
“Cut!” the director screamed through his megaphone. “Let's have a body count.”
I opened my mouth to scream but no sound escaped my lips as I laid buried beneath mounds of synthetic snow. Suddenly my muffled cries came from under the avalanche, “Help! I can't breathe, I'm suffocating.”
“Don't inhale the chemicals or you'll die!” the assistant director shrieked in an apathetic voice. “Hurry up, one of you grips get a shovel and dig her up. It's April Moon.”
I lay there trapped. As the fog lifted in my head, I vaguely remembered walking on the set just as the fire department and paramedics were wheeling a stunt man out on a stretcher. I was relieved that it wasn't Roger my movie connection whom I'd done some very erotic stunts with in my bedroom.
“Great to see you April,” Roger said as he greeted me with a big bear hug.
“Hon, are you sure that this is a safe gig? Why is that guy being wheeled out on a stretcher?” I asked.
Roger smiled apprehensively, his ham and cheese sandwich on Wonder bread dripping with mayonnaise still lodged between his brown, tobacco-stained teeth.
“April honey, it's safer than driving on the freeway with road rage. You have nothing to worry about. It's just a little scene that we're shooting today. A little snow will fall on your luscious bod.”
“Well,” I laughed, “my body was born for sin and I have a flair for dare. I might have to call the flesh fund if I don’t survive this shoot.”
He gripped my arm.
“Please, April, I'm counting on you. Don't bail on me. I promised the production company you'd work for three grand a day.”
“I don't know, Roger, you made a deal with the devil.”
“There's a one liner coming up in the brothel I can hook you up with if you do the stunt today.”
“Okay,” I said.
“You're a raunchy hooker pulling tricks on a pig farm in Saugus, California. James Woods is playing your pimp.
‘Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam’ is available at the following
Los Angeles Bookstores:
Barnes & Noble The Grove, Barnes & Noble Third Street Promenade, Barnes & Noble Bookstar Studio City, Book Soup, Skylight Books, Vroman’s, The Canyon Country Store, amazon.com, Kindle and other international online bookstores.Too Old to be a Hooker Too Young to be a Madam
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