Chapter 11
A model takes a part in a FF bondage wrestling shoot
I could not call anymore. Sharon's card was certainly no good. The phone numbers long dead.
I dug around and watched the existing films on line. I won't tell you what my fingers were doing in my lap as I watched all the visons the public could see while personally playing out the back-room endings to those films in my head. The orgasms I had doing that were disconcerting to me in their intensity.
I finally got what I needed around the viewing though, other than getting my ticket punched. The bikini Part 1 films listed a company name and copyright in the credits at the end. Credits where I was listed simply as 'MJ' I noted.
I hired a private dick firm and they discretely began to snoop around for me about the company.
They got back with me after two weeks with a surprisingly thick report.
The company behind the films had been incorporated in Van Nuys, which wasn't far from where I lived these days. I had put together enough money in my career to be able to buy a fairly mid-level movie star kind of house in Tujunga to the North and East edge of the LA Basin and still be close to the Burbank and Hollywood action where I was making most of my living now.
To be clear, my home cost millions and I could afford it.
The financial portion of the detective report told me the Bikini film firm had shown steady profits for several years before I made the films with Sharon and for approximately two years after I made them. The profits were a matter of public record and frankly I was surprised by that. And their varied content. It was a sizable amount of dough. There had been a lot of money in the production end of niche films like theirs apparently if you had some strong savings or investment instincts.
Then, suddenly, the company had closed up shop and ceased to exist as a corporate entity just under two years after my last shoot with them.
Essentially it had vanished overnight and its tangible assets had vaporized along with it. The films of me being taken sexually by Sharon clearly belonged to the company and with the company now gone; there was no way to say really where they had disappeared to.
A corporate black hole had been created that pulled all knowledge of the Part Two films into it.
Luckily, my guys were thorough.
Buried near the end of their report was a footnote that the company was still making royalty money for the Part 1 films out there on the net. Anyone who ran their stuff on the internet had to track web advertising clicks and push a part of the money on. There had been a huge uptick in views recently when a certain actress had been found to be in some of their films. A portion of that advertising income was still being shunted to an address. In other words, the Part 1 films were still paying off like little cash cows even though the company had ceased doing business and making new films.
That dough had to flow somewhere.
I told the detectives I hired to find out where the money was going specifically at or after that address they had found and to get back with me.
Rule one in politics and religion. Always 'follow the money.'
The report they had given me had also listed the company officers for the film company. Oddly, there were only two. One was a Frederick Reynolds. I had never caught Fred the cameraman's last name, but wondered if a shoestring outfit like theirs had that many options around staffing. I assumed the Frederick Reynolds on the paperwork was the cameraman. The guy who was Lisa's dom.
The other officer listed on the paperwork was of course 'Sharon Tarkenton.' Sweet Sharon. She was my target too.
I told my detectives to 'sic 'em'' around her name as well as that river of the money from advertising. I asked them to get a list of anyone with that name in the nation with their best guess about which one she might be. Also, where she was located too.
The detectives cost a fair amount, but by now I was making a lot of money from my own film career and it was peanuts to me. Good thing too. It took them almost two more weeks to get back with me with a follow-on report and it came with another hefty bill attached.
I ignored the invoice and got right to the information.
It turned out that what had slowed them down for those two weeks was a sense of proper professionalism. They wanted to check and double fact check their findings. They were now sure. The royalty and advertising money was being shunted through three banks including one which was off-shore, but was ultimately ending up in an account in a bank over in Flintridge which was actually not all that far from me either...just a few miles south and east.
Then they gave me the kicker. The reason they had needed time to find Sharon was that she had married and had changed her name. Since our filming together, Sharon Tarkenton had become Sharon Rivera. She had gotten married about a year before they shut the company down. The detectives had done their math. Apparently, she had gotten pregnant, gotten married, shut the company down and then settled down in the La Cañada - Flintridge area with her new hubby. In that order. So, she had been married for four plus years... almost five.
Then they fed me the final big fact. She'd had two kids now and clearly gone the mom route with Mr. Rivera for those years; but something had ultimately broken in the relationship and she had divorced him. I knew that feeling.
The divorce had gone final six months ago.
I had to admire her in a way. The porn money she had made was still flowing into an account she still controlled. I had grown up a lot since those wrestling films. I knew about money flow and divorce laws in California. Sharon had seemed savvy too. I suspected somehow that Mr. Rivera or his lawyers were unaware of that mountain of cash she undoubtedly sat on like a guard dragon in some cave. It would have been invisible to the divorce process.
With interest or intelligent investment, she had a nice little fortune squirreled away just from that. Which naturally made me wonder how she had done out of the divorce. I figured as smart a businesswoman she was looking in the report, that she would have been brainy enough to be getting a nice settlement from the divorce too.
I googled her address from the report.
With a fine sense of Irony, I realized I had spent a lot of money hiring a firm to find someone who only lived a few towns away from me.
I drove over to her house.
From the sight of the home, it was obvious I was right. The divorce had gone well for her too.
She had this clearly upper-class home with all the amenities. One of the nicest in town from all accounts and I knew from experience that houses in North LA and suburbs cost a freaking fortune. Enough to make Rockefeller blush.
My detectives had told me that Mr. Rivera had been quite wealthy too.
They's also indicated that they had used the 'no fault' route for the divorce so it was likely that Sharon had gotten 50% of everything he had in cash and assets to add to the house and her Porn assets empire.
Our Sharon had landed on her feet.
I had looked up some of her current on-line pictures on personal and private media.
I was in Hollywood. The biz. I had a practiced eye.
She looked a lot more professionally done these days than when I had known her.
Her official birthday made her out to be only a year and half older than me, but she looked almost as pretty as me now even though I had some of the best look builders that Hollywood could buy these days jacking up and lubing my face for the big screen. I noted casually that she didn't look quite as bulked up as she had been when we wrestled. It took me a minute, but I figured out she had less upper body muscle tone. Motherhood comes with decreased hours at the gym apparently. Fewer wrestling events with other girls to keep you fit and sweat the pounds off.
I searched the net and found her listed as Sharon Rivera on several websites as a community booster. Chamber of Commerce, Lions Club Auxiliary and PTA stuff. That kind of thing. She currently held office in a couple places including a local school board. Her oldest would be in second grade or something.
Talk about reinventing herself. From bondage wrestling porn maker and lesbian molester to pillar of the community and local politician.
I still had to know though.
I wanted some kind of control over the damned sword of Damocles hanging over the head of my career.
The question lurking out there was - where were the Part Twos?
I put on my plain and ordinary person disguise complete with dark glasses and a hat. I drove around that area of La Cañada. I met one of my detectives who had been tasked to follow her outside her house. He told me she had made a weekly spa appointment today and had shown up for it, then driven home afterward about a half hour before. Her oldest was at school and the youngest was with a professional nanny who took the child on all day for Sharon's Spa days.
Full time mommy with nice breaks between apparently.
I thanked him and sent him on his way.
I squared my shoulders, got out of my BMW and walked up to her front door resolutely.
