As Jo drove to the set of her shoot, the director named Carl Lettman (uncle to Derek Lettman) of said adult film was having the oddest combination of vertigo and deja vu looking over the script and older films. “Hey Jack? We’re shooting some Sindra Maxx stuff today right?”
Jack Morris, the cameraman, popped his head into the one room not used for filming in the house they bought for filming. “Sin- Whose Sindra? I thought we were filming Joy Beaver.”
Carl looked at the script and older films again and swore to never come in hungover again, because that is the only reason the film covers and names seemed to swirl and change before his eyes. Of course he was filming Joy today! He made a fortune off the naturally uber busty slut of a MILF! Though not sure why the script he had was the stereotypical ‘Slutty Schoolgirl Needs Tutor’ one, Joy worked better as the teacher. Carly pulled up his computer and located a few files on currently unused script.
“Here we go. Hey Jack! Get the gazebo in back dressed up. We’re going to film most of the ‘Digging for Gold on the Honeymoon’! Maybe through in a Body Swap or Possession short along with it!”
“You got it Chief!”
“And try to keep it tasteful! We don’t need that prude of a mayor calling us out again!” Carl instructed as he stepped out, just as Jo entered the foyer.
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Mayor Faith Harre was an older woman. The kids these days might charitably call her a ‘boomer’, but that’s only because they hadn’t thought of an insulting term for her exact kind of person. A century ago she would have been one of those not only advocating Prohibition, but attacking people for daring to drink anything but water. The worst kind of person who believed her beliefs made her superior to anyone including those who agreed with her, never mind the hypocrisy. She found a perverse pleasure in making sure that others could not do what they wanted, it was the whole reason she got into politics after all. It also should be no surprise it was why she was single and without kids.
The reason Carl was so upset? Well, Lake Pointe was in a state that had legalized prostitution and marijuana use to earn extra tax money and decriminalize those performing it as long it was done safely. Well, Lake Pointe was a county Mayorship as well as a city, so Faith had gone out of her way to ban those within her jurisdiction just because she had the ability due to loopholes. She forced through laws just loose enough to pass by the state, while still remaining incredibly stringent and punishing to violators. Porn and stripping, as much as she wanted to, were too close to a Free Speech/Expression violation.
Didn’t stop her from kicking up a fuss every time she got wind of a production.
Currently she was in her home office typing up notes with an electric typewriter on how she wanted to ruin people’s lives more, when Cynthia Moore walked in to her house bare naked and like a zombie. Now Cynthia was young, but an orphan. College, even a small barely above Community one like Lake Pointe was not going to pay for itself. So Cynthia turned to the erotic businesses to fund herself. Unlike a lot of girls in places where prostitution was illegal, she had been lucky that her pimp was kind. Extensive health insurance, security close by on every job, and just treating it as if it was legitimate even when it wasn’t. Even made sure to get the right tax forms to properly report and send in their ‘private’ earnings
He had explained to anyone who would listen that it was important so that once it could be legal again, they slot in with a monopoly way ahead of time. So, obviously the woman who once went under the pseudonym Sindra Maxx was sex positive and progressive in a way that would give Faith Harre a heart attack. That is, if the sight of Cynthia putting on the most free moving of Faith’s clothes didn’t do it already but neither person could really recognize the other.
When Cynthia Harre finished getting dressed and looking herself in the mirror, she smiled. She got into politics to help others, something she knew was needed from her younger years was needed for many people. She didn’t regret getting breast implants or doing erotic work in her, unknown to her eyes, fading youth because it gave her perspective. Cynthia stepped into her home office just as a bitter old woman left in a daze. Sitting down at the desk, Cynthia casually and dazedly pulled the paper out and put it in a shredder, adjusting the machine as it warped before her into a fine modern laptop. Her notes on how to expand protections for those legally doing sex work were coming along nicely, helping the men and women doing it from being exploited.
Plus a nice hefty increase in local funding from taxes. Glancing over at the shelf, she wondered if her friend Jo had started filming today.
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Jo shimmied herself into the white dress that was her costume for the main shoot of the day. The wedding scene was going to be the hardest to do with the extras needed and the lighting, and so it had to take most of the focus. “Are you sure this is the right fit?” She said to the costumer .
“Well, it’s not like I can custom fit for your knockers on any dress.” The costumer, Jackie Tyler, grumbled. “I had to run into the oversize section for this, and am just trying to get! Your! Hips and Waist! In!” She punctuated each pause with a pull to tighten the cheap white dress. “There we go. Now I gotta go out to get the rest of the shoot. All we had was for a woman half as bouncy as you... maybe a quarter.”
Before Jackie left, she pulled a ring from her jewelry case. “Cut and polished quartz engagement ring. Way cheaper than even cubic zirconium but looks pretty.” She handed it to Jo who out it on, twisting it a little as it formed and aged groove. Both women blinked and shook their heads at the deja vu feeling. “Right... I was talking about rings? Yeah, got the groom and bride rings in this box.” She tapped the box labeled ‘Wedding’. “I’ll take this to Jack before I make a run for the rest of your outfits.”
“Thanks Jackie!” Jo said as she set the veil hairband on her head.
“Yeah, well thank you for having a decent engagement ring from when you married,,. Whoever.” Jackies brushed off not knowing the name of Jo’s husband as not caring and left.
Jo brushed herself of invisible dirt and grabbed the decent looking plastic flower bouquet on the counter of the master bedroom. She felt lightly giddy, as if she was actually getting married! Not that she was, she already was. She had kid(s?) and everything! She walked down the stairs carefully on her heels and readied herself in the corner just out of view of the backyard and waited for her co-worker to give the signal. With the thumbs up and Vivaldi’s Spring playing, Jo Madison adjusted herself to be the seductive Joy Beaver and exited the building to join the shoot.
The ‘groom’ and her co-star was Richard DeNero and was practically a kid. He was new to the business, not even 30, and had only done ‘geek getting action way out of his league’. Today was no different as she knew he was a fan of her work, so was definitely going to enjoy the later parts of the shoot.
The ceremony was done almost in full, it would be edited later. When the rings came up, those playing the Maid-in-honor and Best Man gave the rings. After brief vows, the two slid the rings onto quickly growing familiar grooves. Rich’s nervousness faded from even memory as confidence replaced it. He’d been married to his favorite porn actress Joy Beaver, really Jo Madison, long enough for kid(s?). Films changed to naughty male students, nurse visits, and step-mom and other similar projects.
His favorite was the very Stepford one done in black and white.
It helped keep the relationship going, though even his parents felt Jo was out of his league.
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Elsewhere and earlier, someone entered the home of Karyn Black looking for clothes.
