Scene By Obscene
Scene By Obscene ‘I need a girl,’ the producer said. His PA looked up. ‘What kind of a girl?’ he asked. ‘Blonde, brunette? Alive, dead?’ ‘A virgin.’ The PA looked out of the fiftieth floor window and across the expanse of Star City, where stars were born and dreams were made, though perhaps with a little more fellatio involved than was originally planned. ‘That may be a little harder to find, sir.’ ‘That’s why I pay you the big bucks, son,’ his boss replied, reaching for a cigar. Had the PA been of a mind to do so, he could have pointed out all the payments that came late, all the personal expenses that were never reimbursed and the extra hours written off without any financial consideration. But he knew that people would kill for this job, indeed knew people that had killed for this job, so he kept his grievances to himself. And instead asked, ‘how soon do you need her?’ ‘For the meeting on Thursday night.’ The PA took a deep breath. ‘For the special meeting, you mean, sir?’ The produ...