Hardcore Page #18

JAKE:

(continuing)

All right, Pete. I have your exchange

here. If we decide to use you, we'll

give you a call.

Long turns and exits. Jake checks his appointment schedule

then puts his hand to his temples. He has become the thing

he hates most:
the procurer. Self-contempt fills his face.

TIMECUT:
The next interviewee stands in front of Van Dorn.

He's a tall black man about 25. An ex-athlete.

JAKE:

You're not exactly the type we're

looking for.

BLACK STUD:

(hostile)

You mean I'm black?

JAKE:

No, just not the type.

BLACK STUD:

What do you mean, not the type? Don't

you know who I am? I'm Big Dick Brown!

I've been in more porno movies than

you ever saw. I've worked with Harry

Reems. I've worked with Johnny Wad.

Not the type! I can come ten times a

day. I can keep it hard two hours at

a time. My cock is nine inches long.

JAKE:

I'm sorry, Mr. Brown. I'm sure you're

very good, but at the moment, I've

got nothing for you. If something

comes up, we'll give you a call.

BLACK STUD:

Sh*t! You just don't want to hire a

n*gger, that's all. I knew this was

a scam. I shouldn'ta come.

The Black Stud turns and storms out.

TIMECUT:
An angelic, muscular boy about 19 stands in front

of Van Dorn. Jake looks weary.

JAKE:

(tired)

I'm sorry, but you're just not the

type we are looking for. We had

something else in mind.

STUD #2

Don't you want to see my stuff, man?

JAKE:

What stuff?

STUD #2

(pointing to crotch)

You know, my stuff!

Jake nods with resignation.

The boy drops his jeans. Framed by firm, smooth, naked thighs,

Van Dorn looks at the angelic boy's "stuff." He nods.

TIMECUT:
It's the end of the day. The last orange rays of

sun come through the window.

Jake, weary, looks up. A young man steps in from the fading

sunlight.

The young man looks about 21. His sun-bleached hair falls

just to his shoulders. A hippie who's hit the streets.

Jake looks at his 8x10 glossy, then back at the young man.

This is him. This is the young man in the pink bikini shorts.

This is the YOUTH from Kristen's hardcore movie, the one who

slapped her, the one who forced her face into his crotch.

JISM JIM:

Hey man.

JAKE:

We're casting for an explicit sex

action feature...

JISM JIM:

(initially hostile)

I know. Word's out on the street --

word's also out you ain't really

hiring anyone.

JAKE:

That's not true, Mr...?

JISM JIM:

Jim Sullivan. Sometimes they call me

Jism Jim.

JAKE:

That's not true, Jim. In fact, I

think you're very close to the type

we're looking for.

Jim immediately becomes more compliant.

JISM JIM:

Oh yeah? I've done a lot of good

stuff. Shorts, features. No major

roles it's true. But good stuff.

JAKE:

That's what I wanted to talk to you

about.

Jake reaches over and picks up the glossy.

JAKE:

I've seen you in some stuff. I like

your looks. I particularly liked you

in this film.

Jake shows him the glossy.

JISM JIM:

Oh yeah? I remember that. It was

made by some college kids.

JAKE:

It was called 'Slave of Love.'

JISM JIM:

God, I don't know what it was called.

I never saw it. I only got twenty-

five bucks for the whole Goddamned

thing.

JAKE:

I thought you were quite good in it.

I also like the girl in it. Really

thought she was good.

(points out Kristen)

I wondered if she was still around.

If she was still working.

Jim examines Kristen's picture. His expression sours.

JISM JIM:

Wait.

(a beat)

Wait a minute. Look, I need the work

and I want to be in your picture,

but that is one b*tch I will never

work with again.

Jim, nervous, paces around. He tries to explain.

JISM JIM:

(continuing)

Look, that was one freaky b*tch, one

very, very freaky b*tch. I don't

know what she was into, I don't know

what she was on, but I don't want to

have anything to do with her again.

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