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Diary of A Male Hustler
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Diary of A Male Hustler I live in a nice neighborhood off Sunset, In West Hollywood. The manager of my complex is an aspiring actor from NYC(eventually got a role in Carpenter's The Thing), who married a blonde knockout that he seems to keep under lock and key. We have a hot tub, but I rarely go. Too much else to see and do. I often take breakfast at the Tropicana Coffee Shop, where I brush shoulder(and skirts)with acting wannabe's. The talk is much better than the coffee. I like to pop over to this neat little bookstore called Book Soup (has real potential), and skim the titles. Very laid back people, there. It's Saturday, my plans are to have an early dinner at Scandia, pick up my date fora little scene at the Nuart, and watch a movie(A Boy and His Dog)if I'm lucky! I picked up my date in West L.A., Hispanic, jet black hair, mid 30's about 5' 7". The scene is, I'might a casting director, she's an aspiring actress. The movie is a hoot about a really dumb and his telepathic, after the world has blown itself up. I find myself identifying with the dog. About three quarters through the chick (no names) whis person in my ear "Mr Cimino (!), I'd do anything to get a part in your next picture." I leaned over and said, "Watch the movie honey, we'll talk later. I sat back, and waited. It her about thirty seconds, for my "date" to get on her knees, unzip my fly, and give me one helluva sophisticated blow job. I'm sure people saw us, even in the dark. TG no one narced. I give it ten minutes, I headed to the john, she followed me. I told her she passed the audition, and then fucked her brains out. Fade to black. People are strange when you're a stranger." |
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I don't ask for much, I only want your trust. People are strange when you're a stranger."
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