Elektra Luxx Page #7

does anyone hide as many deep

secrets as I hide inside?"

And you were listening?

I'm here, aren't I?

Hm.

Dear Mary, Mother of Sorrows,

I've had kind of a tough day,

week, year.

I'm sorry to burden you

with my problems.

I'm sure you have more

important people...

Don't. People always do

that. They ask for help

and then say there's someone

else I should be helping.

I'm here.

Ask me anything you wanna know.

- Anything?

- As long as it isn't

the capital of South Dakota.

- Anything?

- Anything. Past, present or future.

Just one question, please.

People tend

to abuse this privilege.

Will my baby be healthy?

She's perfectly healthy.

She?

Strictly speaking,

I'm not supposed to do that.

Actually, I came to give you

a message.

What message?

Something good

is going to happen to you.

That's it?

Today. That's the important part.

Today.

Isn't today almost over?

It's not over yet.

I had such high hopes for my life

when I was little.

I just really thought it was all

gonna turn out different, you know.

It's how you do things,

not necessarily the things you do

that make you who you are.

What's your heart worth?

What?

A person's worth what their heart

is worth. You know that, don't you?

Don't confuse me even more.

You're not confused.

You're just afraid.

- I am so afraid.

- Of what?

A harmless little baby?

But what am I gonna tell her

when she grows up?

That her mom made her living

spreading her legs on camera?

What kind of example is that?

I can just picture

the other moms sneering

and their husbands making passes,

or maybe not even.

Maybe the baby weight

never comes off,

and I'm just

some fat ex-porn star

collecting unemployment, charging

for appearances at fan convention...

For one generation, it was the

assassination of a beloved president.

For another, the killing

of a peace-loving musician.

For the one after that, the suicide

of yet another peace-loving musician.

But for my generation

and that of my peers,

the shocking announcement

of Elektra Luxx's sudden retirement

from the adult-film industry

defined the end of an era.

A loss, not of innocence,

not exactly,

but a potentially

insurmountable loss, nonetheless.

I am Bert Rodriguez

from En Pelotas Magazine,

the adult Latin world's numero uno

source for breaking sexy news

and it is my duty,

sad as it may be,

to put into context

what is no longer rumor

but ice-cold fact.

For weeks we've held

our collective breath

and prayed that the rumor mill

was simply just milling.

But we must now face her

unexpected, Garboesque decision

to walk away from the spotlight.

WOMAN:

Roberto?

What? I'm working.

WOMAN:

That checkout girl is here again.

Let's take a break.

Thanks, compadre.

Trixie, with an X.

Yep.

- That Walton kid is cute.

- He's an innocent.

- Don't drag him into this.

- Into what?

Just saying he doesn't need to grow

up any faster than he already has.

- The world has enough grown-ups.

- You're in a funky mood.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.

I just can't seem to shake it.

You know, I even went to the cemetery

to remind myself that she's not dead.

- And?

- Oh, it didn't help.

I'm thinking of starting

a support group,

not just online but in person.

Like kindred spirits

going through it together.

Let's talk about something else.

I would if there was anything else.

So you wanna see the pictures?

Because I'm really nervous

about showing you these.

What pictures?

I told you

I was gonna get test shots.

Test shots?

Yeah, to see if I had what it takes.

You know, the "it" quality that...

Did Olive put you up to this?

No.

I've decided I wanna become

an Internet pinup.

Oh, wow.

Okay.

Well, this is a lot more eclectic

than you made it sound.

I look fat, don't I?

No, not at all.

You look, very... Wow, I can

almost see your kidneys in this one.

Yeah, the photographer said

that's a key pose

if you wanna make it out

of the amateur world.

You look

very contemplative here.

Yeah, it was a heck of a pose

to hold.

You don't think I look

a little bit like a squid?

No. No, not at all.

But, Trixie, I don't know

if you should necessarily

be going around

and showing these to just anyone.

I mean, they're very personal,

for lack of a better word.

You look beautiful.

It's not that. You...

Every part of you is...

It's very well-lit

and it's very well-manicured.

Are you blushing?

Yeah, it just got hot in here, right?

Are you a little, um,

flustered?

"Flustered." No. I'm...

Just feel a little strange,

don't you?

Just a little clammy maybe.

The a.c. hasn't been working

and, um, this whole

Elektra Luxx thing

has really hit me harder

than I've let on.

Can we not talk about Elektra

for a second?

Look at me.

I'm real and I'm here.

Yeah, I know. I'm not that out of it.

Here.

- Feel my heart.

- Very strong.

Beats all the way from here

to here.

So it does.

Oh, God.

Can't you see, Bert Rodriguez,

you ridiculous man?

I have zero interest

...in becoming an Internet pinup.

- You don't?

The only reason I come down here

is so that I can see you.

That's silly.

Trixie.

Yeah.

- No.

- Yeah.

But you said you never had

a best guy friend before

...and that meant a lot to you.

- Well, what can I say?

- But what about these pictures?

- They're for you.

For me? So you went

to some weirdo photographer,

some '70s throwback who

specializes in nude figure modeling

to take pictures just to show me?

No, actually, Olive took them.

- Olive? Bane-of-my-existence Olive?

- Yes.

I'm feeling a little fuzzy.

Oh-oh. No. You're not gonna

faint before you kiss me.

I'm not planning on fainting at all.

I'm just saying that I'm feeling

a little woozy because

I haven't eaten...

Bert? Bert?

Oh, f***.

[SIGHS]

Well...

Well, you never know where

things will take you, do you?

I listen to your voice every day, Bert.

I recorded one of your goofy

streaming chats and edited it

so that instead of talking

about different pubic hairstyles

worn by porn stars, it says:

"You're an uncontaminated blossom

in a wilderness of evil."

Don't ask me what it means.

All I can say is that every morning,

I wake up to that voice

like Pavlov's dog.

A voice my clit recognizes instantly.

You tantalize me, Bert Rodriguez.

I wanna swallow you whole

and spit out the bones.

Do you wanna tell me what

the hell it is you think you're doing?

Going with the flow?

Being funny?

The idea is to show

these guys a good time.

- You mean your idea.

- Yes, Holly, my idea.

Seeing as your idea

is some bizarre attempt

at teaching these guys a lesson

in morals, I say go with mine.

And who made you boss?

Was there a vote?

- What is with you?

- I was gonna ask the same question.

What am I doing? Trying

to make us some money.

- Pimping me out.

- Pimping us both out.

Seeing as that's what

we do for a living.

- There's more to it than the money.

- Like what?

Maybe you've been getting pawed at

by pigs for so long

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