My night with Jack Wrangler and Harry Reems

It was a fancy dress affair

One greasy night, I find myself at a porn-industry party at Eddie and Jett’s. The guest list is a veritable “Who’s Who” of degeneracy – gay and straight. (“Hey, isn’t that Harry Reems talking to Jack Wrangler?”) And, the badinage is scintillating. (“Even her crabs have herpes!”) But, I take a break from the shop talk to catch some cable in the bedroom. That’s where Jett corners me –

“Whatcha watchin’? Hey, you’re a good-lookin’ guy.” 

Uh oh! Where have I heard that before? 

“Ya know, the adult film producers wanna use you hippie-type guys. Ya wanna try making a porn movie?” 

“Oh Jeez, I dunno…”

“I caught you lookin’ at Sandy. Ya wanna do a movie with her?”

“I dunno know if I could do it. I mean, I never…” 

“You’d get paid to fuck all the girls at this party. How ’bout it?” 

“Jeez, Eddie’s sister would kill me.” 

“You could fuck me and neither of ’em would know. I gotta friend downstairs. We could make a quickie-loop right now to see if you like it.” 

Peep show theater in Times Square, NY
Site of my proposed porn debut
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