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The Reckless Years
I'd like to share an excerpt from Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam. I think it reveals a side of Hollywood in the '60s and '70s, exploring the decadence and eroticism of the time:
Whenever I have to choose between two evils, I always like to try the one I haven’t tried before.
- Mae West
How would I describe my life? It was a tapestry/potpourri woven out of my darkest dreams and fantasies, an adventure as theatrical as a Fellini film. Exploited sexual orgies and seduction, never knowing what I was going to experience next. We were like The Big Chill on acid. Another thrill. Nothing lasted. Between the decadence and desperation, I was still searching for the traces of my life. I drifted with the drifters. Beautiful men without ambition or souls. Starving out-of-work actors and poets, losing the will to commit.
I was distanced from the terror of my own feelings and the realization of the purity that I had long lost forever. Then I met Patrick, my soul-mate, and I still couldn't commit, my mood swings shifting often in lustful longing or regret. The new becoming more important than the why and then. I was always redefining the dynamics of what I wanted with detachment for what I could be caught in. A trap, wanting to escape from my own self-inflicted reality, exploring and embracing my darker self. My parties in the Canyon made me a Hollywood legend. It certainly wasn't my acting, although I had a good act.
Whenever I have to choose between two evils, I always like to try the one I haven’t tried before.
- Mae West
How would I describe my life? It was a tapestry/potpourri woven out of my darkest dreams and fantasies, an adventure as theatrical as a Fellini film. Exploited sexual orgies and seduction, never knowing what I was going to experience next. We were like The Big Chill on acid. Another thrill. Nothing lasted. Between the decadence and desperation, I was still searching for the traces of my life. I drifted with the drifters. Beautiful men without ambition or souls. Starving out-of-work actors and poets, losing the will to commit.
I was distanced from the terror of my own feelings and the realization of the purity that I had long lost forever. Then I met Patrick, my soul-mate, and I still couldn't commit, my mood swings shifting often in lustful longing or regret. The new becoming more important than the why and then. I was always redefining the dynamics of what I wanted with detachment for what I could be caught in. A trap, wanting to escape from my own self-inflicted reality, exploring and embracing my darker self. My parties in the Canyon made me a Hollywood legend. It certainly wasn't my acting, although I had a good act.
ETERNALLY HOLLYWOOD MORTUARY
Posting a few snippets of chapters from my novel to let you all get a taste!
Cheers!
Elissa
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH ON PSYCHEDELICS
ETERNALLY HOLLYWOOD MORTUARY
I can choose anything except temptation.
Oscar Wilde
It was the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. I awakened that grey morning in a twilight sleep. The voice in my head was saying, ‘we're not safe’. I didn't feel sane, being involved with a loser like Antonio. He was always leading me into a dark ditch.
At dusk, I was startled by a loud bang on my door knocker. I looked through the peephole and saw Antonio's darkly decadent face.
"Hola," he said in his calculating way.
"It's my ruthless lover," I answered without opening the door. Chelsea had come by and we were going to see an Indie film at Laemmle Sunset 5.
"Open up, April. Do you feel like being corrupted today?" he asked seductively.
Chelsea broke the silence, letting him in.
We jumped into the manipulative, chemically fueled Latin's black Mustang convertible, the wind whipping my sun bleached hair.
"Where are you taking us?" I asked as he popped a bottle, the bubbles squirting all over my face tickling my nostrils.
"It's a surprise, my princess. You'll just looove it," he answered.
Antonio pulled up in back of a mortuary somewhere in the heart of Hollywood. "We’ve arrived, Chicas. I have an embalmer friend who works here. He says it's easy to get in at night. Chelsea, you take the wine, April, here's the blanket, and I'll carry the rest."
With a little persuasion, we hopped over the fence and invaded the privacy of the tombs of the lonely strangers of the night.
Smiling, he lit up a glass bowl of cocaine and we passed around a joint, swallowing the mood altering acid.
"I wonder if this is bad karma invading their slumber. It's so peaceful and serene here," I said self justifyingly. “It’s a little spooky.”
"Si. I love it with you girls. This place makes me feel so at home," he said moving in closer.
"I fret over what outfit to wear to the soirées, but I always rock the room. If we were dead we'd never have to worry about clothes again," Chelsea laughed.
"And you'd still rock the grave. Let's shake up this place," Antonio smiled. "Pick a tombstone to pose on," Antonio coaxed, pulling us up from the grass.
"Beloved father and son," I wonder if those poor chaps had small willies?" Chelsea mused, mesmerized.
"I love crashing a party with the elite. It's a class funeral parlor. My friend told me there are a lot of movie icons buried here," Antonio bragged. "Your beauty and nudity will be protected by me and my camera. I loove both of you," he said, planting passionate kisses on our mouths. "I'll be your graveyard loover tonight."
"I welcome a little competition and If I had only one lifetime I'd want to be with both of you. Would you girls consider my balls?" he said as Chelsea mischievously, slowly pulled the zipper down on his denim jeans and we lay drunk and stoned, clutching each other's bodies heating up the starry night ‘til the red glare of sunrise.
‘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 online retailers.
Cheers!
Elissa
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH ON PSYCHEDELICS
ETERNALLY HOLLYWOOD MORTUARY
I can choose anything except temptation.
Oscar Wilde
It was the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. I awakened that grey morning in a twilight sleep. The voice in my head was saying, ‘we're not safe’. I didn't feel sane, being involved with a loser like Antonio. He was always leading me into a dark ditch.
At dusk, I was startled by a loud bang on my door knocker. I looked through the peephole and saw Antonio's darkly decadent face.
"Hola," he said in his calculating way.
"It's my ruthless lover," I answered without opening the door. Chelsea had come by and we were going to see an Indie film at Laemmle Sunset 5.
"Open up, April. Do you feel like being corrupted today?" he asked seductively.
Chelsea broke the silence, letting him in.
We jumped into the manipulative, chemically fueled Latin's black Mustang convertible, the wind whipping my sun bleached hair.
"Where are you taking us?" I asked as he popped a bottle, the bubbles squirting all over my face tickling my nostrils.
"It's a surprise, my princess. You'll just looove it," he answered.
Antonio pulled up in back of a mortuary somewhere in the heart of Hollywood. "We’ve arrived, Chicas. I have an embalmer friend who works here. He says it's easy to get in at night. Chelsea, you take the wine, April, here's the blanket, and I'll carry the rest."
With a little persuasion, we hopped over the fence and invaded the privacy of the tombs of the lonely strangers of the night.
Smiling, he lit up a glass bowl of cocaine and we passed around a joint, swallowing the mood altering acid.
"I wonder if this is bad karma invading their slumber. It's so peaceful and serene here," I said self justifyingly. “It’s a little spooky.”
"Si. I love it with you girls. This place makes me feel so at home," he said moving in closer.
"I fret over what outfit to wear to the soirées, but I always rock the room. If we were dead we'd never have to worry about clothes again," Chelsea laughed.
"And you'd still rock the grave. Let's shake up this place," Antonio smiled. "Pick a tombstone to pose on," Antonio coaxed, pulling us up from the grass.
"Beloved father and son," I wonder if those poor chaps had small willies?" Chelsea mused, mesmerized.
"I love crashing a party with the elite. It's a class funeral parlor. My friend told me there are a lot of movie icons buried here," Antonio bragged. "Your beauty and nudity will be protected by me and my camera. I loove both of you," he said, planting passionate kisses on our mouths. "I'll be your graveyard loover tonight."
"I welcome a little competition and If I had only one lifetime I'd want to be with both of you. Would you girls consider my balls?" he said as Chelsea mischievously, slowly pulled the zipper down on his denim jeans and we lay drunk and stoned, clutching each other's bodies heating up the starry night ‘til the red glare of sunrise.
‘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 online retailers.
SONNY WHO DIDN’T MAKE MY DAYS SO SUNNY
Posting a few snippets of chapters from my novel to let you all get a taste!
Cheers!
Elissa
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
CHAPTER FORTY TWO
Loews Santa Monica Beach Hotel
REHAB, A LUXURY GETAWAY
& SONNY WHO DIDN’T MAKE MY DAYS SO SUNNY
But honey, you know as well as I do that a single girl alone in the world, has got to keep a firm hold on the emotions or she’ll be lost.
Tennessee Williams
I was lounging in the whirlpool, gazing at the panoramic view of the sparkling silver blue coastline. My body massaged by luke warm bubbling water, gazing at cascading waterfalls. I was enthralled by nature in all of its magnificence and tranquility. I thought of Antonio, remembering all the fun filled weekends we'd shared at this hotel, Loews Santa Monica Beach, trying to rationalize why I ever became involved in the destructive deadly affair.
Suddenly my serenity was interrupted by the exotic looking man I'd seen in the lobby. He brazenly jumped into the hot tub holding his hand outstretched to me.
"Are you an actress? I think I've seen you in some films. You have a wicked smile."
"Hi, I'm April," I glanced seductively at him.
"I'm Sonny," he politely said. "How do you keep in such good shape?"
"I eat dangerously, enjoying the sweet spices of life. I'm a food critic/society columnist," I answered, glad that I'd just bought a black latex swimsuit with the plunging mesh V neckline that I was wearing.
Sonny flashed his sinfully decadent smile, wearing the air of superficial phony sophistication. His died blue black hair was slicked back with gel, glowing in the rays of the California sunshine.
"Are you staying at the hotel?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm covering the film festival and reviewing the hotel," I answered.
This man possessed magnetism and intrigue behind oversized Armani shades. I wasn't on a hunk hunt but I just couldn't resist the temptation of a prospective coffee date.
He sat down next to me in his apartment. Our hands touched as he handed me a drink. I knew who he was, but I was so attracted to him I didn't care. My self-destructive side was full circle. Sonny was a carbon copy of all the men that had orbited in and out of my life. Perhaps a little more culture trash than most.
"The person that has to struggle the hardest becomes the greatest in life," Sonny philosophized.
"It's the steeper and higher the climb," I answered, trying not to focus my gaze on the musty stained carpet.
"Then the butterfly landing," he smiled.
"I get really depressed when I fuck things up that I have control over, but I can't take responsibility for those that aren't like floods, earthquakes, tornadoes and tailgaters. So it takes the edge out of my life," I smiled pensively.
"I'm just a tormented artist using my pain to create and breath provocative theatrical life into my plays.”
"You're bright, perceptive, and funny. When we first met I thought that you were clueless. You look very Hollywood, but you have a lot of depth," he said, stroking my hair.
"I love the plasticity in me, it balances out the dark side," I opened up to him, taking his hand.
"You're so pretty, I feel like I'm falling for you." He said impetuously.
"Sometimes I can't tell the difference between fantasy, art and life," I answered, trying to avoid the subject. “Remember that fifties lewd, brilliant comic Lenny Bruce?”
"Yes, I do, the shock jock before Howard Stern," he said.
"He was quoted saying, 'Life is what it is and the rest is fantasy'."
"That's a real truism," Sonny said. "Maybe it was synchronicity that we crossed paths so you could rescue me," he tightened his grip and I could barely breath.
"First I have to rescue myself. My life's in ruins." I said soulfully.
“I think it’s all about the law of attraction.” Sonny answered.
Suddenly the noise from the TV broke the silence. I looked up, seeing a naked Indian on a wild drunk flash across the screen. The actor was as hung as the stallion he was riding his bare ass bobbing up and down.
"Who's that stud on the screen?" I asked excitedly.
"Yours truly. That's one of the porn flicks I starred in," he answered proudly.
That was when I lost all rationale and control of my senses, then the twitching started between my legs. I was a rebel with a cause and decided to break all the rules at any cost. Sonny was the perfect one night stand.
‘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 online retailers.
Too Old to be a Hooker Too Young to be a Madam
Cheers!
Elissa
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
CHAPTER FORTY TWO
Loews Santa Monica Beach Hotel
REHAB, A LUXURY GETAWAY
& SONNY WHO DIDN’T MAKE MY DAYS SO SUNNY
But honey, you know as well as I do that a single girl alone in the world, has got to keep a firm hold on the emotions or she’ll be lost.
Tennessee Williams
I was lounging in the whirlpool, gazing at the panoramic view of the sparkling silver blue coastline. My body massaged by luke warm bubbling water, gazing at cascading waterfalls. I was enthralled by nature in all of its magnificence and tranquility. I thought of Antonio, remembering all the fun filled weekends we'd shared at this hotel, Loews Santa Monica Beach, trying to rationalize why I ever became involved in the destructive deadly affair.
Suddenly my serenity was interrupted by the exotic looking man I'd seen in the lobby. He brazenly jumped into the hot tub holding his hand outstretched to me.
"Are you an actress? I think I've seen you in some films. You have a wicked smile."
"Hi, I'm April," I glanced seductively at him.
"I'm Sonny," he politely said. "How do you keep in such good shape?"
"I eat dangerously, enjoying the sweet spices of life. I'm a food critic/society columnist," I answered, glad that I'd just bought a black latex swimsuit with the plunging mesh V neckline that I was wearing.
Sonny flashed his sinfully decadent smile, wearing the air of superficial phony sophistication. His died blue black hair was slicked back with gel, glowing in the rays of the California sunshine.
"Are you staying at the hotel?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm covering the film festival and reviewing the hotel," I answered.
This man possessed magnetism and intrigue behind oversized Armani shades. I wasn't on a hunk hunt but I just couldn't resist the temptation of a prospective coffee date.
He sat down next to me in his apartment. Our hands touched as he handed me a drink. I knew who he was, but I was so attracted to him I didn't care. My self-destructive side was full circle. Sonny was a carbon copy of all the men that had orbited in and out of my life. Perhaps a little more culture trash than most.
"The person that has to struggle the hardest becomes the greatest in life," Sonny philosophized.
"It's the steeper and higher the climb," I answered, trying not to focus my gaze on the musty stained carpet.
"Then the butterfly landing," he smiled.
"I get really depressed when I fuck things up that I have control over, but I can't take responsibility for those that aren't like floods, earthquakes, tornadoes and tailgaters. So it takes the edge out of my life," I smiled pensively.
"I'm just a tormented artist using my pain to create and breath provocative theatrical life into my plays.”
"You're bright, perceptive, and funny. When we first met I thought that you were clueless. You look very Hollywood, but you have a lot of depth," he said, stroking my hair.
"I love the plasticity in me, it balances out the dark side," I opened up to him, taking his hand.
"You're so pretty, I feel like I'm falling for you." He said impetuously.
"Sometimes I can't tell the difference between fantasy, art and life," I answered, trying to avoid the subject. “Remember that fifties lewd, brilliant comic Lenny Bruce?”
"Yes, I do, the shock jock before Howard Stern," he said.
"He was quoted saying, 'Life is what it is and the rest is fantasy'."
"That's a real truism," Sonny said. "Maybe it was synchronicity that we crossed paths so you could rescue me," he tightened his grip and I could barely breath.
"First I have to rescue myself. My life's in ruins." I said soulfully.
“I think it’s all about the law of attraction.” Sonny answered.
Suddenly the noise from the TV broke the silence. I looked up, seeing a naked Indian on a wild drunk flash across the screen. The actor was as hung as the stallion he was riding his bare ass bobbing up and down.
"Who's that stud on the screen?" I asked excitedly.
"Yours truly. That's one of the porn flicks I starred in," he answered proudly.
That was when I lost all rationale and control of my senses, then the twitching started between my legs. I was a rebel with a cause and decided to break all the rules at any cost. Sonny was the perfect one night stand.
‘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 online retailers.
Too Old to be a Hooker Too Young to be a Madam
SOPHISTICATED LADY
Posting a few snippets of chapters from my novel to let you all get a taste!
Cheers!
Elissa
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
SOPHISTICATED LADY
Her body had flown like a powerful bird through and above the entangling branches of the past few years. But her face now exhibited the record of the flight.
Tennessee Williams
I know I'm not a girl anymore. But at least now I know my own limitations and I’ve learned to accept my losses and failures as a part of being human, without feeling as much of the guilt. And I still have my dream, a cat sanctuary in Spain. So I pick myself up again and say -- Come on, you can do it. Be somebody, no more strange people or places. I can’t go back and be used even for the sake of passion. I can only give what I have to give. So I weave my rice gardens in the rain. No wonder I drank so much champagne. Existing in this strange borrowed gift called life. Planting it, workin’ it, growin’ it. I haven't been totally corrupted, there's hope, isn’t there? And I guess there’ll always be those days when the night stretches into disaster.
It's just part of being human. For too long had I tried being what all men wanted me to be. At least now I can stand on my own, destination survival. Perhaps one day I can even fall out of step with one man and into grace with another. It's not fun being alone.
‘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 online retailers.
Too Old to be a Hooker Too Young to be a Madam
Cheers!
Elissa
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
SOPHISTICATED LADY
Her body had flown like a powerful bird through and above the entangling branches of the past few years. But her face now exhibited the record of the flight.
Tennessee Williams
I know I'm not a girl anymore. But at least now I know my own limitations and I’ve learned to accept my losses and failures as a part of being human, without feeling as much of the guilt. And I still have my dream, a cat sanctuary in Spain. So I pick myself up again and say -- Come on, you can do it. Be somebody, no more strange people or places. I can’t go back and be used even for the sake of passion. I can only give what I have to give. So I weave my rice gardens in the rain. No wonder I drank so much champagne. Existing in this strange borrowed gift called life. Planting it, workin’ it, growin’ it. I haven't been totally corrupted, there's hope, isn’t there? And I guess there’ll always be those days when the night stretches into disaster.
It's just part of being human. For too long had I tried being what all men wanted me to be. At least now I can stand on my own, destination survival. Perhaps one day I can even fall out of step with one man and into grace with another. It's not fun being alone.
‘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 online retailers.
Too Old to be a Hooker Too Young to be a Madam
Antonio, more!
Posting a few snippets of chapters from my novel to let you all get a taste!
Cheers!
Elissa
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
ANTONIO
PART ONE
The first time I laid eyes on him I thought to myself, that man is my executioner! That man will destroy me.
Tennessee Williams
Antonio was a cross between a stallion and a pitbull. I was enamored by the thirty-something macho Mambo King. He was the epitome of Don Juan from hell, a gigolo type number.
One twilight evening a patch of sun set high above the Hollywood Hills lighting up the Hollywood Sign, bathing it with golden hues in the enchanting land of the lost. My retreat was reminiscent of a cottage in the countryside. As the pale blue sky darkened, Antonio darkened my mood. He was holding an embroidered royal blue box, two bottles of Marqués de Riscal wine, and a long stemmed crimson rose in his hands.
"Como esta, my little chiquita," he said in his thick spanish tongue. "I hope you're not angry at Antonio for stopping by, but you disconnect phone again."
"I've been very busy. Ignore my mint green face mask. Welcome to my humble hacienda, Chico," I said. His hair was slicked back in a ponytail. An Adidas bag slung over his arm. His demeanor breathed the air of decadence.
"Te amo, my beautiful princess. I'm your Knight of Pentacles, your Prince of Darkness. I've brought you my cajones for your well being," he said proudly.
I opened the box laughing hysterically as chines echoed through the spacious house.
"Your Latin boy-toy feel love for you," he said putting his arms around my waist.
I felt the hardness of Antonio's body, his manhood bulging beneath the zipper.
“It’s still here, can’t you feel it?” he pleaded. “You’re so sexy. You have such a high class trashy look.”
“I just can't handle your jealousy. I have fun with you, and we've shared all of our deep dark secrets, but I'm not ready for a live-in lover.” I said with conviction.
"You hurt me when you say I'm much more involved with you than you are with me," he said holding me tightly. "You make it hard all the time. My cock no lie." he said pressing my hand between his thighs.
I tried pushing him away, but to no avail. Giving way to temptation, my hand sliding down his leg.
"Feel it, it belongs to you, my darling. I want we should be together. I really communicate with you. You're the only woman I know that's smart enough to deal with me," he begged.
"Commitments usually get me committed," I said firmly. "Let's keep it light."
"Si, you make me so happy. I love it with you. When you're not with me, I dream with your big chichis and red pusita."
Antonio just didn't fit into my life plan. Vanity was the only thing he ever invested in.
"Look at me, April. No one has a body like this, no?" he said lifting up his sweatshirt, patting his ripped abs. "I want we should just go, my princess."
"But Antonio, let's get real. You've acquired a taste for the finery of life. You, live on a farm? I don't think so."
"Let's not talk about it anymore. I'm in the mood for a club tonight. There's a bar on the strip that has live salsa, hip-hop and great Latin bands," he said.
"Okay let's get all glitzy and glammed to the nines and go dancing," I perked up a little, running over to my vanity, painting my face with rosy cream blush..
"It will be an evening of sensual, sinful treasures. It's the trashiest, flashiest club in LA," he smiled.
Brushing my hair, studying myself in a full length mirror in front of my closet door, I asked, "What should I wear tonight?"
"I wonder what would look good on me, April," he said rummaging through my cluttered closet while polishing off his wine, pulling out my Dolce and Gabbana gown. "Darling, I just love your red sequined dress. Is it vintage? I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I think it would look better on Antonio than you. And by the way, I was Dietrich in a cabaret act in Madrid. And I look better blond, but I'm not gay," he said unconvincingly.
“Oh, I see that,” I laughed, trying not to act shocked.
Antonio pulled a long blonde wig out of his gym bag dancing around the room to the sounds of The Gypsy Kings, wearing my dress dabbing his face with make-up, preparing for the nightlife.
"I much prefer Versace, but do I not look like The Siren of Sequins?" he asked.
"You look like the devil in drag diva," I laughed. "But I like a man that's full of surprises."
Much to my amazement, Antonio was just another case of confused chromosomes. But he was my only answer to Antonio Banderas, and definitely more available. I just hoped that he wouldn't stretch out my dress.
‘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 online retailers.
Too Old to be a Hooker Too Young to be a Madam
Cheers!
Elissa
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
ANTONIO
PART ONE
The first time I laid eyes on him I thought to myself, that man is my executioner! That man will destroy me.
Tennessee Williams
Antonio was a cross between a stallion and a pitbull. I was enamored by the thirty-something macho Mambo King. He was the epitome of Don Juan from hell, a gigolo type number.
One twilight evening a patch of sun set high above the Hollywood Hills lighting up the Hollywood Sign, bathing it with golden hues in the enchanting land of the lost. My retreat was reminiscent of a cottage in the countryside. As the pale blue sky darkened, Antonio darkened my mood. He was holding an embroidered royal blue box, two bottles of Marqués de Riscal wine, and a long stemmed crimson rose in his hands.
"Como esta, my little chiquita," he said in his thick spanish tongue. "I hope you're not angry at Antonio for stopping by, but you disconnect phone again."
"I've been very busy. Ignore my mint green face mask. Welcome to my humble hacienda, Chico," I said. His hair was slicked back in a ponytail. An Adidas bag slung over his arm. His demeanor breathed the air of decadence.
"Te amo, my beautiful princess. I'm your Knight of Pentacles, your Prince of Darkness. I've brought you my cajones for your well being," he said proudly.
I opened the box laughing hysterically as chines echoed through the spacious house.
"Your Latin boy-toy feel love for you," he said putting his arms around my waist.
I felt the hardness of Antonio's body, his manhood bulging beneath the zipper.
“It’s still here, can’t you feel it?” he pleaded. “You’re so sexy. You have such a high class trashy look.”
“I just can't handle your jealousy. I have fun with you, and we've shared all of our deep dark secrets, but I'm not ready for a live-in lover.” I said with conviction.
"You hurt me when you say I'm much more involved with you than you are with me," he said holding me tightly. "You make it hard all the time. My cock no lie." he said pressing my hand between his thighs.
I tried pushing him away, but to no avail. Giving way to temptation, my hand sliding down his leg.
"Feel it, it belongs to you, my darling. I want we should be together. I really communicate with you. You're the only woman I know that's smart enough to deal with me," he begged.
"Commitments usually get me committed," I said firmly. "Let's keep it light."
"Si, you make me so happy. I love it with you. When you're not with me, I dream with your big chichis and red pusita."
Antonio just didn't fit into my life plan. Vanity was the only thing he ever invested in.
"Look at me, April. No one has a body like this, no?" he said lifting up his sweatshirt, patting his ripped abs. "I want we should just go, my princess."
"But Antonio, let's get real. You've acquired a taste for the finery of life. You, live on a farm? I don't think so."
"Let's not talk about it anymore. I'm in the mood for a club tonight. There's a bar on the strip that has live salsa, hip-hop and great Latin bands," he said.
"Okay let's get all glitzy and glammed to the nines and go dancing," I perked up a little, running over to my vanity, painting my face with rosy cream blush..
"It will be an evening of sensual, sinful treasures. It's the trashiest, flashiest club in LA," he smiled.
Brushing my hair, studying myself in a full length mirror in front of my closet door, I asked, "What should I wear tonight?"
"I wonder what would look good on me, April," he said rummaging through my cluttered closet while polishing off his wine, pulling out my Dolce and Gabbana gown. "Darling, I just love your red sequined dress. Is it vintage? I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I think it would look better on Antonio than you. And by the way, I was Dietrich in a cabaret act in Madrid. And I look better blond, but I'm not gay," he said unconvincingly.
“Oh, I see that,” I laughed, trying not to act shocked.
Antonio pulled a long blonde wig out of his gym bag dancing around the room to the sounds of The Gypsy Kings, wearing my dress dabbing his face with make-up, preparing for the nightlife.
"I much prefer Versace, but do I not look like The Siren of Sequins?" he asked.
"You look like the devil in drag diva," I laughed. "But I like a man that's full of surprises."
Much to my amazement, Antonio was just another case of confused chromosomes. But he was my only answer to Antonio Banderas, and definitely more available. I just hoped that he wouldn't stretch out my dress.
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Too Old to be a Hooker Too Young to be a Madam
The Beverly Hills Hotel
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
Chapter Two
The Pink of Perfection, The Beverly Hills Hotel, The Polo Lounge
The legend of the Beverly Hills Hotel and my charmed lifestyle began when I sat in my cabana satisfying a ferocious appetite and quenching my great thirst for life with a club sandwich and thick chocolate shake, then dove into the sprawling Olympic-sized aqua swimming pool to work off all those sinful calories. It seems like every memorable occasion in my life was cause for a celebration at this grand old watering hole. My sweet sixteen party and my first wedding reception were held under the crystal chandeliers, I had the chutzpah to invite all my ex-boyfriends. The second marriage was toasted with friends over guacamole and Dom Perignon after sliding into the rich forest green leather booth at the Polo Lounge. I even frequently took up residence and held court in one of the bungalows to celebrate my divorces.
My bashes were like a scene from ‘California Suite’ that would have made Neil Simon look like Simple Simon. I made many entrances climbing the oval-shaped staircase dressed to the nines in grand style, but never hung with the ladies who do lunch and the power dining. Although I regretfully admit that at some of my most romantic moments, while being courted at the Polo Lounge by some ardent admirers with Sterling Silver Roses, I had one of my girlfriends page me, just so I'd feel like I was in the mainstream, you know, cool. Such nostalgia.
Those long Sunday brunches beneath a sculptured 86-year-old Brazilian Pepper tree; surrounded by a paradise of tropical foliage, sipping freshly-squeezed orange juice, devouring Dutch Apple Pancakes serenaded by a roaming Mariachi band and roaming Spouses.
The real history of the Beverly Hills Hotel cannot be found in my diary. Like an intricate mosaic, it must be assembled piece by piece, from faded registration cards, Hollywood gossip columns, and the memories of doormen, seasonal bellmen and Maitre D's.
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Elissa Eaton
Chapter Two
The Pink of Perfection, The Beverly Hills Hotel, The Polo Lounge
The legend of the Beverly Hills Hotel and my charmed lifestyle began when I sat in my cabana satisfying a ferocious appetite and quenching my great thirst for life with a club sandwich and thick chocolate shake, then dove into the sprawling Olympic-sized aqua swimming pool to work off all those sinful calories. It seems like every memorable occasion in my life was cause for a celebration at this grand old watering hole. My sweet sixteen party and my first wedding reception were held under the crystal chandeliers, I had the chutzpah to invite all my ex-boyfriends. The second marriage was toasted with friends over guacamole and Dom Perignon after sliding into the rich forest green leather booth at the Polo Lounge. I even frequently took up residence and held court in one of the bungalows to celebrate my divorces.
My bashes were like a scene from ‘California Suite’ that would have made Neil Simon look like Simple Simon. I made many entrances climbing the oval-shaped staircase dressed to the nines in grand style, but never hung with the ladies who do lunch and the power dining. Although I regretfully admit that at some of my most romantic moments, while being courted at the Polo Lounge by some ardent admirers with Sterling Silver Roses, I had one of my girlfriends page me, just so I'd feel like I was in the mainstream, you know, cool. Such nostalgia.
Those long Sunday brunches beneath a sculptured 86-year-old Brazilian Pepper tree; surrounded by a paradise of tropical foliage, sipping freshly-squeezed orange juice, devouring Dutch Apple Pancakes serenaded by a roaming Mariachi band and roaming Spouses.
The real history of the Beverly Hills Hotel cannot be found in my diary. Like an intricate mosaic, it must be assembled piece by piece, from faded registration cards, Hollywood gossip columns, and the memories of doormen, seasonal bellmen and Maitre D's.
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LANCE LUST
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LANCE LUST
Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever.
Shakespeare
Sometimes his streaked yellow hair reminded me of mom’s own lemon meringue pie. Not bad coming straight out of a Clairol bottle No. 24: Born Blond. Lance was a six foot one scarecrow, arms and legs like tentacles, teeth as white and even as a picket fence. When he looked at me with his piercing blue eyes, I felt like I was being seduced by the Pacific Ocean. This loser went straight from West Point to hard core in a single bound. Call it talent or was it his scent of madness that lured me into his entrapment.
The only talent Lance had was in the bedroom. Like a cardinal bird he was hatched in a plywood shack in Humboldt, Tennessee. The nocturnal creature prowled the hard lands, seeding the world.
“Baby cakes, let me get another Lucky Lite beer and my Saratoga Golds,” he asked.
After he’d gulped down a few beers he became melancholy, hung over from the night before, experiencing another mood swing. Then he’d go on a crying jag.
“You know I try to do good, honey, don’t you? I read the Bible every day,” he whined as one of his religious programs blared from the radio. “You know that I don’t mean to ever hurt you, honey,” he said sheepishly.
I don’t think he tried to hurt women intentionally, but his over inflated ego ruled his ever ready dick. Even as far back as Bayou Territory women had been too easy for him. Sex was like a dress rehearsal with duller climaxes after he'd tired of his prey.
Lance was born a movie star. He was seduced by the Hollywood hype with easy money and the promise of success, never really liking to work. Before landing in L.A., the ex-con climbed the somber concrete walls of the Terminal Island Federal Correctional Facility after painting his face with black shoe polish, then robbing the Bank of Hawaii.
And can you believe that when they sprung him loose for being an ideal prisoner, he ran an orphanage for emotionally disturbed monks. Although he was probably more emotionally disturbed than any of them.
His favorite career was as an X-rated skin flick idol.
“I can make love to all these pretty little chicks and get paid for it at the same time,” he bragged. “Well someone has to do it, it might as well be me. I never met a woman that I couldn't satisfy,” he reminded me when he was in a drunken stupor.
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Elissa Eaton
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LANCE LUST
Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever.
Shakespeare
Sometimes his streaked yellow hair reminded me of mom’s own lemon meringue pie. Not bad coming straight out of a Clairol bottle No. 24: Born Blond. Lance was a six foot one scarecrow, arms and legs like tentacles, teeth as white and even as a picket fence. When he looked at me with his piercing blue eyes, I felt like I was being seduced by the Pacific Ocean. This loser went straight from West Point to hard core in a single bound. Call it talent or was it his scent of madness that lured me into his entrapment.
The only talent Lance had was in the bedroom. Like a cardinal bird he was hatched in a plywood shack in Humboldt, Tennessee. The nocturnal creature prowled the hard lands, seeding the world.
“Baby cakes, let me get another Lucky Lite beer and my Saratoga Golds,” he asked.
After he’d gulped down a few beers he became melancholy, hung over from the night before, experiencing another mood swing. Then he’d go on a crying jag.
“You know I try to do good, honey, don’t you? I read the Bible every day,” he whined as one of his religious programs blared from the radio. “You know that I don’t mean to ever hurt you, honey,” he said sheepishly.
I don’t think he tried to hurt women intentionally, but his over inflated ego ruled his ever ready dick. Even as far back as Bayou Territory women had been too easy for him. Sex was like a dress rehearsal with duller climaxes after he'd tired of his prey.
Lance was born a movie star. He was seduced by the Hollywood hype with easy money and the promise of success, never really liking to work. Before landing in L.A., the ex-con climbed the somber concrete walls of the Terminal Island Federal Correctional Facility after painting his face with black shoe polish, then robbing the Bank of Hawaii.
And can you believe that when they sprung him loose for being an ideal prisoner, he ran an orphanage for emotionally disturbed monks. Although he was probably more emotionally disturbed than any of them.
His favorite career was as an X-rated skin flick idol.
“I can make love to all these pretty little chicks and get paid for it at the same time,” he bragged. “Well someone has to do it, it might as well be me. I never met a woman that I couldn't satisfy,” he reminded me when he was in a drunken stupor.
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London Paris Rome
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Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
Chapter Six
London Paris Rome
“I love Champagne, French Brie, Camembert and men that don’t get in my hair.”
I just loved the excitement of the city. It was sunset, my favorite time of the day, New Year’s Eve. I’d just flown into London from Paris where I’d almost gotten arrested by the garçons for taking a picture of the Mona Lisa with my camera at the Louvre Museum. The lights glittered like diamond necklaces on the Rue de Madeleine. I’d frequented Tour D’Argent, that trendy French restaurant dining on escargot and duck a l’orange overlooking the Seine river. Europe was such an amazing adventure. I felt like I had finally grown into womanhood. I had the time of my life. No one abroad really could figure out who I was as they could in Hollywood so I was very deceptive while learning about the different cultures.
Jackie Collins was my Brit connection and we shared the jetset lifestyle.
My flat in Chelsea at the Alexander Maisons on Kings Road was a simply marvelous location. Right around the corner from the Chelsea Antique Market. Think I’ll partake in a sip of delicious full-bodied, golden French bubbles. This vintage is Cristal Brute champagne. I’ll pop a molten chocolate truffle in my mouth and tell you about it.
I lived only a few cobblestones away from my favorite clubs and Tweedle Dee, the friendly neighborhood pub where I’d hold court entertaining everybody who was anybody that fluttered in and out of the mainstream. One of my mates while I was in England was Falcon. He was a notorious cat burglar.
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Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton
Chapter Six
London Paris Rome
“I love Champagne, French Brie, Camembert and men that don’t get in my hair.”
I just loved the excitement of the city. It was sunset, my favorite time of the day, New Year’s Eve. I’d just flown into London from Paris where I’d almost gotten arrested by the garçons for taking a picture of the Mona Lisa with my camera at the Louvre Museum. The lights glittered like diamond necklaces on the Rue de Madeleine. I’d frequented Tour D’Argent, that trendy French restaurant dining on escargot and duck a l’orange overlooking the Seine river. Europe was such an amazing adventure. I felt like I had finally grown into womanhood. I had the time of my life. No one abroad really could figure out who I was as they could in Hollywood so I was very deceptive while learning about the different cultures.
Jackie Collins was my Brit connection and we shared the jetset lifestyle.
My flat in Chelsea at the Alexander Maisons on Kings Road was a simply marvelous location. Right around the corner from the Chelsea Antique Market. Think I’ll partake in a sip of delicious full-bodied, golden French bubbles. This vintage is Cristal Brute champagne. I’ll pop a molten chocolate truffle in my mouth and tell you about it.
I lived only a few cobblestones away from my favorite clubs and Tweedle Dee, the friendly neighborhood pub where I’d hold court entertaining everybody who was anybody that fluttered in and out of the mainstream. One of my mates while I was in England was Falcon. He was a notorious cat burglar.
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THE LURE OF LAUREL CANYON
TOO OLD TO BE A HOOKER...TOO YOUNG TO BE A MADAM
Elissa Eaton
Chapter Three
THE LURE OF LAUREL CANYON
(LOVERS, STRANGERS, TRUFFLES AND TARTS AND EX-CONS A LA CARTE) - fiction inspired by true events
Yes I had many intimacies with strangers...intimacies with strangers was all I seemed to be able to fill my empty heart with. I think it was panic, just panic, that drove me from one to another, hunting for some protection - here and there. In the most unlikely places. - Tennessee Williams '69 was my favorite year, my favorite position and I was a great vintage. Man landed on the moon and I landed in Rome, throwing my garnet wedding ring into the Fontana Di Trevi. I just had to be free. I helped unfold and experienced the full flowering, hedonistic, reckless Rock n’ Roll youth movement. It was the night of the spoon, better known as cocaine. Growing up in the sexy, psychedelic '60s, the beat generation where Timothy Leary, the acid guru, ruled, we rocked. The beat went on with Sonny and Cher as we floated down the cosmic corridors of consciousness to nirvana. Being the original flower child, I was provocative, highly spirited, sensual and I believed in free love, thai sticks, tie dye and hallucinogenics. The '60s was my great awakening. A spiritual journey where I realized that I wasn't who I thought I was. Life wasn't what I thought it was supposed to be. And being nothing I was everything just being. After dropping peyote, the truth serum, I had a metamorphosis. What a magical year. I was Cosmopolitan Playgirl of the Year.
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Elissa Eaton
Chapter Three
THE LURE OF LAUREL CANYON
(LOVERS, STRANGERS, TRUFFLES AND TARTS AND EX-CONS A LA CARTE) - fiction inspired by true events
Yes I had many intimacies with strangers...intimacies with strangers was all I seemed to be able to fill my empty heart with. I think it was panic, just panic, that drove me from one to another, hunting for some protection - here and there. In the most unlikely places. - Tennessee Williams '69 was my favorite year, my favorite position and I was a great vintage. Man landed on the moon and I landed in Rome, throwing my garnet wedding ring into the Fontana Di Trevi. I just had to be free. I helped unfold and experienced the full flowering, hedonistic, reckless Rock n’ Roll youth movement. It was the night of the spoon, better known as cocaine. Growing up in the sexy, psychedelic '60s, the beat generation where Timothy Leary, the acid guru, ruled, we rocked. The beat went on with Sonny and Cher as we floated down the cosmic corridors of consciousness to nirvana. Being the original flower child, I was provocative, highly spirited, sensual and I believed in free love, thai sticks, tie dye and hallucinogenics. The '60s was my great awakening. A spiritual journey where I realized that I wasn't who I thought I was. Life wasn't what I thought it was supposed to be. And being nothing I was everything just being. After dropping peyote, the truth serum, I had a metamorphosis. What a magical year. I was Cosmopolitan Playgirl of the Year.
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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.
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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
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