Chapter Twenty-Seven
“This has no bearing on the job,” Kathrine repeated.
Buff waved her off. “This so-called agent of mine phones and gives me the address of a studio. He told me to wear a business suit, which I found encouraging, and that I’d be working with four experienced actors. What he didn’t tell me was the studio was an old warehouse and the actors were a bunch of old broads who listed stripping and prostitution on their sheets. The premise of the video had me coming to their front door, selling something or other, and they drag me into a front room and r**e me. They did a good job too, ripping my suit off and taking turns holding me down on the floor while the others straddled me. I fought like a bugger… no acting involved in that. I still see that video from time to time; in t
