Porn Star

by Keith Trimm

  “Can you transport yourself to the surface and find out where everyone went?” Cassidy asked.

  “I could, but I don’t know if I could find you again once I got there, let’s look around a little first.”

  “What if we run into more of those things?”

  “I don’t think they will be much of a problem, let’s head straight back down the cavern.”

  Cassidy stood up and both of them walked back down the path they came from. The walls didn’t look familiar heading the other direction and it seemed like they were walking in circles. “I have an idea,” she said. “Let’s yell and see if anyone answers.”

  “Go ahead,” Dennis said.

  “Hey!” Cassidy yelled. An echo called back and nothing.

  “Is there anything I can do for you?” a voice called out from the dark.

  Cassidy and Dennis froze in shock hearing the voice, it sounded like it came from a few feet away, but no one was there. “Who are you?” Dennis asked.

  “I’m Jack, and who are you?” Jack asked.

  “Dennis, and this is Cassidy,” Dennis replied.

  “Glad to meet you, what do you need, are you lost?”

  “Yes, we came back to the main cavern where we started from and we can’t find anybody. Either they all left or we are in the wrong spot.”

  “This is the right spot,” Jack replied.

  An awkward silence followed. “Where is everybody?” Cassidy asked.

  “They are all here, you can’t see them, and they are in the walls.”

  “What?” Cassidy asked.

  “They moved into the walls.”

  “Like ghosts? They were all alive when we left them.”

  “They are very much alive, but they have shifted into a different dimension. Now they share space with the walls, and all solid objects. They are here now with you and me, they pass through you and you can’t feel them. They are like ghosts, yet are not.”

  “Is this some sort of sixties drug rush you’re on?” Dennis asked.

  “Close your eyes and look, tell me what you see,” Jack said.

  Skeptically, Dennis closed his eyes and tried to see what Jack was talking about. “Do you mean with my mind?”

  “No, you will see them in real time, for real, keep looking.”

  Then the images popped in Dennis’s eyes. He could see them faintly in the darkness “What the hell?” he said and opened his eyes. The images of the men faded away and Jack stood before him again. “What happened to them?”

  “It happens all the time, it has to do with the makeup of the rock and landscape. It will shift back again. You notice it because you left when the shift occurred, and now you came back before it shifted back.”

  “Why didn’t it affect you?” Dennis asked.

  “It did, I live in all dimensions, I see you and them at the same time.

  “Then you can see them walk right through us.”

  “Yes I can, and I never get used to it.”

  “So they will shift back?” Dennis asked.

  “Yes, but you won’t notice, you and they are shifted, it is very difficult to shift you back into the same dimension. It would be like trying to sync two wind up watches in two different cars driving two hundred miles an hour. It can be done, but may take a thousand attempts.”

  “Are we also out of sync with the people on the surface?” Dennis asked.

  “Yes, you may never see the people you know again, you may be forever lost in space and time.”

  “Are there more like you?” Cassidy asked.

  “Yes, there are many like me, we may be your only contact with anything human again.”

  “You are scaring me,” Cassidy said. “All we did was go for a walk.”

  “This place is like a giant electromagnetic time warp machine, any variation from the norm can send you into a place you can never return from.”

  “So now what do we do?” Cassidy asked scared and shaking.

  “I can take you to my people,” Jack replied.

  Later that day, after a long walk through the tunnels, the three entered a chamber populated by people dressed like Jack. They were in long brown robes and looked like monks. The chamber was set up like a little town with small buildings stuffed between the walls.

  “This is where you live?” Dennis asked. “Kind of cramped.”

  “Yes, but it is all we’ve known.”

  “You should get out more.”

  “We do occasionally, but we don’t find anything on the outside that we can’t find on the inside.”

  “How about a little sunshine?” Dennis joked.

  “The sun’s rays actually harm us quite badly, we can only go out at night.”

  Cassidy scanned the small village and shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this is going to be my life from now on, I can’t live like this.”

  “Oh, it’s not as bad as you think it is, you will get used to it,” Jack said.

  “Used to what?” a voice said from a figure walking towards them dressed in brown robes. “What is Jack telling you?”

  “He says we’re trapped here,” Cassidy said almost in tears.

  “What? What are you telling these people?” the man asked. “Don’t listen to him, Jack likes to make shit up, you don’t have to live here.”

  “He says we’re time shifted, or something like that. We’re stuck in some off dimension only he can see.”

  “Is that right Jack? Did you tell them that?”

  Jack hung his head like he had just been caught in a lie. “Maybe,” he replied.

  “Jack here is sort of the local problem child. He gets into a lot of trouble and making up shit is one of his specialties.”

  “So we’re not trapped?” Cassidy asked all happy now.

  “No, you can leave whenever you want,” the man replied.

  “Then where are all the men who were in the cavern when I came down from the

  surface? We went back to find them and they were all gone.”

  “Jack?” the man asked, “What did you do?”

  Jack tried to turn and avoid the question.

  “I’m talking to you!” the man said louder.

  Jack turned back. “I didn’t do anything with them. They were in the wrong cavern and I didn’t tell them. I let them assume they were gone.”

  “Why?”

  “So they’d follow me here, why do you think? Now leave me alone!” Jack snapped back like a spoiled teenager.

  “Ok, now that I know what’s going on I think I can help. The cave in that caused this whole thing has been cleared, you can now get to the elevator and get back to the surface. I’ll take care of Jack here.”

  “How do we get to the elevator?” Dennis asked.

  “Go back down the tunnel you came from, take the first right, walk about three hundred feet and the elevator will be on the left side,” the man replied.

  “What a fuck,” Dennis said looking at Jack who was now staring at his own feet. “What were you going to do with us?”

  “That’s not important, you two need to get back to the surface.”

  Dennis took Cassidy by the hand and led her out of the chamber back into the hall and followed the man’s directions. It only took twenty minutes to find the elevators.

  “What are we going to do when we get back to the surface?” Cassidy asked.

  “Get the fuck out of this place, what kind of town separates it’s women and men like this?”

  “But we can’t go back to where we came from, they’ll take me back to South Dakota for execution.”

  “There must be another town around here, a more “normal” place. We just have to look for it.”

  The two got on the elevator and hit the button for the surface. It zipped upwards at a very fast pace and in no time they were on the surface in bright sunlight. To greet them were a group of very sexy women holding guns pointing at them.”

  “Now what?” Cassidy asked. “What did we do this time?”
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br />   One of the women stepped forward and pulled on Cassidy’s jumpsuit. “Why does it say prisoner on the back of your jumpsuit?”

  “You just noticed that now? After you put me in that hole to save your men?”

  “You didn’t save anyone, they cleared the cave in at the entrance. All you did was take a free joyride.”

  “You think that was a joyride?” Cassidy asked.

  ‘“Tell me why it says “prisoner” on the back of your jumpsuit? Did you escape from somewhere?”

  Hesitant to reply, Cassidy tried to change the subject. “I like your nails,” she said.

  “I did them myself,” the woman replied. “Now where are you from?”

  “I found this jumpsuit on the ground, I put it on because my pants and shirt were dirty.”

  “That is a pretty lame lie,” the woman replied.

  “It’s my story and I’m sticking to it,” Cassidy replied. “Unless you have a better one, I’ll be on my way.”

  The woman conversed a bit with a few other hot women and it seemed a decision was made by all. “Take off your clothes,” the woman said.

  “Why?” Cassidy asked.

  “We need to see if you have any identifiable marks.”

  Cassidy looked at Dennis for support, he shrugged his shoulders and gave no answer. “I’m not taking off my clothes, I have rights.”

  “I don’t know where you think you are missy, but the only rights you have are the ones we give to you. Now strip or I will have you stripped.”

  Cassidy paused for a moment looking at the group of women who were staring her down, looking at her like she was some sort of criminal. She then pulled each sleeve off and pushed the jumpsuit down over her hips and let the slide down to her ankles. She was nude.

  “Do you ever wax?” the woman asked. “Turn around slow,” she demanded.

  Cassidy stepped out of her clothes and turned in a circle letting everyone get a good look at her naked body. Normally this would be a good thing for her, but in this circumstance, being that it was all women, it was anticlimactic. “How is that?” she asked holding up her arms.

  “That’s fine, put your clothes back on,” the woman replied.

  “What? You’re not going to rape me?” Cassidy joked.

  “Rape is no joke, now get dressed.”

  Chapter 21

  All the Kings men

  Content that Cassidy was no threat, the women of the town let her and Dennis go free. One of the ladies of the town even gave Cassidy a nice t shirt and pair of jeans so she could ditch the jail pantsuit. Together they decided it would be best to move on and find a place where they could both start making money. They hopped on a bus and headed out of town.

  Thirty miles down the highway the bus came to a halt pulling over to the shoulder on the side of the road. The passengers looked out the windows to see what the problem was and spied several men on horseback wearing medieval looking armor. Must be a renaissance faire many of them thought.

  “What’s going on?” Cassidy asked Dennis who was busy looking out the large front window of the bus.

  “I don’t know, looks like some sort of police checkpoint, but those guys don’t look like police.”

  The driver opened the side door and let one of the men inside. The stranger was average height, dressed in some sort of smock top with a symbol nobody recognized. He had long hair and a full beard that looked like it hadn’t been washed in a month. He stood in the center of the aisle and looked down at the passengers. “Who here has tribute to the king?” the man asked.

  “What the fuck?” Dennis asked under his breath. “King who?”

  The stranger stepped forward and pulled off his riding gloves and placed them in his belt. “I come looking for taxes, otherwise known as a tribute, who has money to give?”

  Nobody spoke up.

  The Stranger kept walking forward looking down on the passengers as he moved towards the back of the bus. He stopped halfway and paused dramatically. “You either pay me my tax, or I take you as a slave to the kingdom, now open your wallets and hand over your cash.”

  Slowly, the passengers began to open their purses and pull out their wallets and hand over the cash they had. All except for Cassidy. The stranger took notice and walked over to her. “Do you not have any money for a tribute to the king?” he asked.

  “Oh, I have money, just not for you. I work my ass off for this and you aren’t getting a dime.”

  The stranger looked at Dennis and said, “Is this woman your bitch?”

  Dennis replied, “She isn’t anyone’s bitch, she is her own person.”

  “You are not married to her?” the stranger asked.

  “No, just friends out for a drive.”

  The stranger looked at Cassidy and asked, “Are you a married woman?”

  “Yes I am, what it is to you?” she replied.

  “Where is your husband?”

  “Back in South Dakota watching our kids.”

  The stranger looked at Cassidy as if she had just morphed into a monkey. “South Dakota?”

  “Yeah, never mind, he’s being a dad.”

  “This husband of yours lets you travel with another man? What sort of husband does that?”

  “He’s very responsible, has a job, and takes care of the kids.”

  “Isn’t that your job?” the stranger asked.

  “What are you getting at? Are you insinuating that the woman is the only person who can take care of kids?”

  “That is exactly what I’m saying. If you are a mother of children, you should be home taking care of them, not running around with another man.”

  Cassidy, now getting more and more pissed tried to hold back her anger. “I can do whatever the fuck I want, I have rights. And what’s this bullshit about a tribute to your king? Are you guys robbing us? If you are, why not spit it out and make sense?”

  “Robbing you?” the stranger chuckled. “Call it what you want, you have entered the king’s lands and you must pay a tribute. A toll if you may.”

  “I’m not paying you shit. I paid for my bus fare, if you want money, get it from them, not me. I’m just along for the ride.”

  The stranger looked down at Cassidy and stared at her large breasts for a long time. She could tell he was interested in her and thought maybe she could use her looks to get her way the same way she always had.

  “You want some? It will cost you,” she said to the stranger.

  “Want some what?” he asked.

  “Sex,” she replied to his horror.

  “What are you talking about? Are you offering me your body? You are a married woman!” he said quite loudly.

  “Yeah, he’s cool with it, as long as I get paid.”

  “You’re a prostitute?”

  “No, I’m a porn star, I’ve been in over three hundred DVD’s.” Once she finished her sentence, she realized that this guy had no idea what that meant.

  “Porn star?” the stranger asked. “Explain to me what a porn star is.”

  Cassidy, tired of always explaining her job to stupid people shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I fuck on camera for money,” she said.

  The stranger stood there and looked down on her like she was a lab experiment gone bad. He seemed confused yet infatuated with Cassidy and her brashness. “You let people watch you have sex,” he replied.

  “Yes, it’s no big deal, lots of women do it.”

  “My queen doesn’t do it, neither to our princesses, or any other women that I know of.”

  “Your queen probably gets it on a lot more than you expect,” Cassidy said with a grin.

  “Do not disrespect my queen, I will have your head if you say one more ill comment of her.”

  Cassidy took a deep breath and exhaled slow. She was getting tired of the stranger and his questions and comments about her life. It was like talking to her mom. “I’m not giving you any money so get the fuck away from me,” she said gritting her teeth.

  “Get up,” the str
anger said.

  “I don’t think so,” Cassidy said looking at the stranger with piercing eyes.

  “Get up or I’ll cut off your head in front of all these passengers,” he replied firmly.

  Cassidy didn’t budge.

  The stranger pulled a dagger from his belt and grabbed her hand. He pressed the knife down onto the skin making sure not to slide it in either direction. “I never ask twice, and I already have. If I have to ask a third time you won’t have a hand any longer.”

  Realizing she had no recourse, Cassidy stood up and the stranger removed the knife.

  “Get off the bus,” he said pointing to the front door.

  “He’s coming with me,” she replied looking at Dennis.

  The stranger nodded in agreement and Dennis stood and followed Cassidy down the aisle and out of the bus. Once on the ground, they were herded together between two black horses and forced to wait.

  Twenty minutes later, the bus was allowed to continue down the road without Cassidy or Dennis on board. They were stuck with the tax collectors who were now ready to head back to the kings castle. At the castle, the taxes would be turned over and their fates would be determined.

  “Who are you?” Cassidy asked the stranger as they were carried away on horseback. Cassidy was forced to sit behind a horseman, as well as Dennis who rode along side. Both had their hands tied and were strapped to the horse with a rope.

  “My name is Ted,” Ted replied.

  “You look like you fell out of a King Arthur novel, and your name is Ted? Shouldn’t it be “Sir Knight Theodore?” or something fucked up like that?”

  Ted laughed at her comment. “I’m no knight you stupid wench, I’m a tax collector.”

  “Ted the tax collector, at least we’re getting somewhere. Speaking of somewhere, where are you taking us?”

  “To the king’s castle,” Ted replied without missing a beat.

  “This is Midwest USA, we don’t have castle’s here,” Cassidy said with a smile, “Now really, where are you taking us.”

  Ted pointed across the field to the distant buildings on the horizon. In the mist she could make out the faint outline of a very tall building. “That looks like a grain bin to me,” she said. Then she saw the towers and made out the surrounding defensive wall. “Holy fuck, that is a castle,” she replied in disbelief.