If you want to find out more about the steamy, salacious sex in 'Too Old to be a Hooker…Too Young to be a Madam' for your beach read, you'll have to buy my novel. These are just snippets to entice you! Elissa Eaton

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
JADED BUT NOT FADED
NAKED IN SYLVESTER STALLONE'S COFFIN

The cinema has no boundary. It is a ribbon of dreams.
Orson Welles


The rumor was out in Hollywood that Sylvester Stallone was filming an avant garde mortuary scene in a movie at Universal Studios. The voice of Rush Fix the horny casting director from the studio came frantically screaming through my answering machine.
“Hi honey,” I said, grabbing the phone. “Do you have the plumb job for me?”
“April, how old are you today?”
“I forget.”
“Do you still have those long racehorse legs, honey how much do you weigh, and is your hair blonde, black or orange this week?”
“I'm five pounds over, but it all went to the right places,” I answered proudly.
“Good,” Rush said. “Sylvester Stallone is looking for a zoftig over the hill, floozy looking redheaded, leggy actress with big tits and big hair to play a dead, nude hooker in a film he wrote. Sly's staring and directing also. He saw your pictures from that bikini shoot.”
“When's the interview?” I asked.
“It was yesterday. Why didn't you call me back?”
“I was staying at Rod Steiger's house in the colony. Rod thinks I have an autonomic personality and I should do more dramatic roles,” I said.
“You should always be prepared for the unexpected,” he scolded.
“Sorry,” I said apologetically. “Any dialogue in the script?”
“The only lines you'll have are on your face. Now tell me what you're wearing?”
“The same thing I was wearing last time I saw you. I’m stark raving naked.” I answered.
“Well push up those luscious bumps into your corset, Redhead Galore, and get to Universal in a half hour. I'll leave you a drive on pass, it's Stage 30. And don't be a stranger. Stop by my office after the interview and let me know if you got the job.” Rush groaned.
“How much does it pay?” I enquired excitedly.
“It's a week's work and it pays three thousand dollars with overtime,” the man replied.
Hanging the phone up, I frantically laced up my bustier, threw a long fire engine red wig on my head and raced recklessly over Mullholland in my black Corvette convertible. The mystical mountains were carved into a pale velvet blue sky like a roller coaster ride at Magic Mountain. As I walked on the set two guards escorted me to Stallone. When we met he shook my hand and, with his tough guy attitude, "Nice to meet you,” he said. “Yous can use the dressing room over there to put on this robe, then come back here.”
I put on the faded blue terrycloth robe and walked into Sly's dressing room.
“Lose the wig and the robe, kid.” He demanded gruffly. I slipped out of the robe. as it fell to my ankles standing in front of the icon, in all of my bold, bronzed nakedness. I was really glad that I'd gotten an awesome suntan at the beach, but I was shaking and I needed to go somewhere after for a glass of wine to kill my hangover. Maybe I'd pop into Musso and Franks. I shouldn’t have drank so much at the beach but I was having so much fun, it was worth it.
Sly grinned at me approvingly. “You're great,” he said as his eyes swept my body. Now I felt the power. “You'll be Moaning Mary, she's a dead, crackhead hooker. She tripped on a marble and broke her neck. Before we embalm her, we're going to pack her in dry ice and sell her to the winos in Hell's Kitchen for five dollars a pop. They'll just think she’s a heavy sleeper. We start shooting tomorrow. It's a four day shoot, don't wash your hair until we finish your scene. See you on the set.”
The next morning I was in make-up and hair at 6:00 a.m. sharp.
“Good morning, Doll,” the gay hairdresser said. “Would you like some breakfast while I’m transforming you to look like LaLa Lady of the Living Dead?”
“No thanks, honey, I'm in the buff for a week on this set. I have to starve, but I’ll have some coffee.” I answered.
“Well you look pretty good. Now don't pay any attention to me, I'm just going to put some talcum powder and KY Jelly in your frizzy hair to make it stand out more for the effect.”
“Okay,” I said. “I'm all yours.”
“After I'm through with you, you'll go to make-up and they’ll put white foundation all over your face and body. Now don't you be taking a bath until we're finished with your sequence and you know there won't be any wardrobe, don’t you?” he laughingly shared.
I was horrified. “Oh my God. I have to show up for a premiere tonight, I can't go looking like this. Sweetheart, be reasonable,” I moaned. “I'll look like an escapee from Camarillo after electric shock treatments.”

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