“Don’t be discouraged, Darwin dear,” Vivian said, ever the mentor. We’ll just have to ratchet you up a notch or two in hotness.”
“What do you mean by that, may I ask?”
“You’ll see.”
Little did I know Vivian had lined me up for a role in a porn movie. It wasn’t much of a scene, really. I played the role of a handyman who gets seduced by a horny customer, a busty middle-aged lady with bedroom eyes and a tumble of black hair past her shoulders. Her stage name was Shelly Supreme. Along with her her shank of brunette hair and her boudoir peepers, she wore a baby blue bra and matching panty set. And, though she wasn’t Vivian, Shelly was hot as a pistol.
In any case, Vivian spirited me off to a sound stage in East Los Angeles, where the movie was shot. We sat on a ratty sofa facing each other
