Chapter 00.01 - Waking up

February 09, 2009


Kyle Lane is a failed athlete in gymnastics and martial arts. He attempted to do a career as a Gym teacher which also didn't work out. Kyle was lonely and depressed all the time. His only motivation was his job. Eventually, the need of money led him to try it in the pornography business where he met... Bob Soloman.


If Kyle was a bad actor, Bob could be considered a worse agent. He could never get anything that could actually pay Kyle. He did do a good job to look busy when Kyle was around, though.

Bob had a wife, Julia. They were always fighting. She cheated on him every day. he didn't care. They needed each other's money to pay the bills so they were too lazy to get a divorce. Bob still loved her, but he couldn't get her love back. That's what happens to college love when it drives to early marriage,

Eventually Bob got Kyle a deal with Vixen, a giant porno company devoted to fetish and "group art sessions", as they would put it.

Kyle was invited to choose a name for himself in the porno business under the terms of American law, where individuals involved in a theatrical production may hide their names, if their performance terms involves a potentially offensive role. With Vixen, they like titles that suggest body parts.
Kyle chose "Law Jones", in a clear reference to 'Sick and Balls'.

After 18 movies with double penetration and gang bangs, Kyle was presented with a role where he had to be the center of attention of the movie. He would be fucked instead of fucking. He didn't accept the role and quit.

Bob: Kyle! I heard from the producers that you quit your job, the one I worked so hard to get!
Kyle: ... the Only one you managed to get...
Bob: Ok, let's just forget about it... I have another thing for you... even better!
Kyle: Straight, this time.
Bob: Better, my friend! Amateur, eighties' style 1 on 1.
Kyle: Old age... Sounds good.

What Kyle didn't know and Bob didn't tell him was that not only the age was old, but the buildings, actresses, set, cameras, producers and staff were also old.


Soon after starting this new shitty job, Kyle started having dreams. he dreamed about another life, where he was married to a blond girl and was doing office job. Dreams he never told anyone. But it was getting him out of focus....




November 11, 2009

(Kyle enters through the door)
Kyle: What is it Bob?

Bob: Kyle ? What's wrong Kyle? Today you spent a full minute jerking off to be able to cum on Katie. This is not like you! The producers are all over me asking questions... Do you have something on your mind ?

Kyle: No Bob, I'm just fine. The girl was not in the right make up  and she was not moving as she should. I wasn't excited.

Bob: Ohh, OK. I'll just tell them that and have they fix up better girls.
Bob: You can't keep this up Kyle. Just look at you! You look like a mess, you seem to be staying up all night... You really need the relax more...
Kyle: Yeah, I should try to get a break.
Bob:  That's a good idea. But if you do, don't go to the "Leggies" {local strip bar}. I once went there and imagine who I found giving a lap dance to Tony.... my wife Laura ! that woman drives me mad. Imagine that I got home the other night and she had taken a customer home! I don't mind she's a stripper, but being a whore, and in my own house ??? If I didn't need her, I swear I'd leave her. I bet I could hook up with a model. And then go by Laura and show her I don't need her...
{Kyle shows boredom about the conversation}

Bob: ... but about you, you know that you should go out more, catch some air... go to a movie!
Kyle: Yeah Bob, I'll try that...

{Kyle leaves the room and heads straight to the local bar...}

Chapter 00.01K - Waking up

November 11, 2009

Every day is the same...
I wake up exactly 5 minutes before the alarm rings. I get up.
After taking a shower I spend half hour shaving my body. It takes less now, since I'm getting more practice.


I go for a run. I can't afford to gain weight on this job. Two hours later I'm back on the shower. 
This time I have to put up a fancy shirt and some shoes. Not that it matters much since they are dressing me up for the scenes.

"My name is Kyle and I'm an actor."
It would be great if I could introduce me like that. 

Actually it goes much more on the lines of:
"My movie name is Law Jones and I'm a pornography actor, working in an small budget adult film company - the "Sexy Web", probably named in homage to the uncleaned movie sets we are forced to work on."

I fuck 3 girls a day that I never saw before and probably will never see them again. Yet I tell all of them that I love them. The script tells me so, anyway. 

I joined this company after being fired from Vixen for refusing to be anally penetrated by a black man.

I'm in the business, so I guess this kind of offers would surface and haunt me anyway. 


Today I'm fucking an ebony and two burnettes.
 
"Ebony" - Another invented word, like "African-american" designed to not hurt any made up sensitivity in this highly paranoid, moronic, capitalist, sue-easy society. I would just call her brown. Better yet, I wouldn't call her at all. 

After 3 sex scenes, I'm officially "free" to attend the gym 2 or 3 hours to preserve my muscle lines.
Then I'm home just in time to sleep til next day.


Today my agent called me and asked me if there was something wrong with me. Apparently the producers have been complaining...

Bob: What's wrong Kyle? Today you spent a full minute jerking off to be able to cum on Katie. This is not like you! The producers are all over me asking questions... Do you have something on your mind ?

My shallow empty life, for instance. My unexplained dreams about another life, could be also.

Kyle: No Bob, I'm just fine. The girl was not in the right make up  and she was not moving as she should. I wasn't excited.
I lied. I do that a lot recently.


Bob: Ohh, OK. I'll just tell them that and have they fix up better girls.

Then he went babbling about his life with Julia and that I should be dating more and all this crap.



Bob: You should go out more, catch some air... go to a movie!

I don't date anymore, Bob. The girls I meet on studio look at me as a co-worker and I despise them even worse. After I accepted that date with the Chinese chick and failed to perform when I had fucked her for 3 hours in that afternoon, I knew that I had no dating life in this job. 

That probably explains why I dream about another life, where I'm a simple office clerk and I'm married to this blond girl. These dreams started just a month ago and they have been as realistic as it gets: I had a fight with my office manager, in a dream last week. Last night he came to apologize. On weekends I drive my blond wife 'Carol' to the beach and I count the stars with her.
They are becoming increasingly realistic and every morning I'm waking up more and more tired.


They are just dreams. probably my subconscious trying me to give up my lifestyle and settle for a more stable life..."