Creaming for Ice Cream - a porno movie
It is hot. Not only is it hot, but proximity to the lake makes it humid as well, sticky and unbearable. The radio that morning has announced that it is eighty-nine degrees and ninety-eight percent humidity. Downtown, the asphalt reflects the heat against the buildings' walls with the ferocity of a desert sirocco wind.
A converted school bus, painted white pulls up with a large sign, saying "Ice Cream" along the curb. It has clowns, balloons and pictures of ice cream treats painted on its sides. Its loudspeaker is playing a carillon version of "The Entertainer". It stops, and a flap on the side opens up, revealing the inside of an ice cream truck manned by a young man of twenty-five.
His name is Curtis. He is slim and buff, wearing a denim shirt open almost to the waist, which reveals a youthful chest with a light covering of hair. He has a gold St. Christopher medallion around his neck. His skin is almost milk white, he has straight eyebrows and even white teeth. He is clean shaven. He looks like an extra from Melrose Place.
Paula, Carrie and Miranda emerge from the air-conditioned comfort of a record store into the glare of early afternoon sun.
All three are forty something, but trim and well-maintained. Paula is blonde, dressed in a halter top and cut-offs, wearing sunglasses. Carrie has pale skin, long dark hair, and wears a loose blouse and long Indian cotton skirt. Miranda is a redhead and wears jeans and a silk blouse. Carrie clutches a small plastic back with the logo of the record store.
"Damn it's hot! I can feel the pavement through my sandals." says Paula, fanning herself with her hand.
"Yeah", says Carrie, "Not one minute out of the store and I'm sweating like a pig. I hope this CD is worth it."
"What is it?" Paula asks.
Carrie opens the bag and produces a CD. We see that its title is "Music to Make Love By" and its cover depicts a sexy blonde in a peignoir leaning over a man who is obviously wearing nothing, although we see only a side shot of him. "Sure hope this works. I haven't had sex in three months. Ken comes home, eats dinner and falls asleep in front of the football game until about ten. Then he goes to bed. He says he is too tired for sex, but I'm horny. I'm so underscrewed I'm about to fall apart. I'm going to play it tonight and see if I can get him in the mood."
The other two laugh.
Paula says, "Me too. What is it with husbands? Before we were married, Bob couldn't get enough. Now he never touches me. It's almost as if he was balling his secretary. It's been so long that I'm afraid I have cobwebs down there."
Miranda pipes up. "At least you two are married. Do you know what it's like for a forty-year old single woman to get laid in this town? All the men are married, impotent, or gay. I'd be lost without my vibrator."
"Hey," says Paula, "There's an ice cream truck. Let's get something to cool off."
They stroll over to the bus and see Curtis wiping down the counters behind the open window.
As the women approach, although nothing is said, they obviously notice that Curtis is a very attractive man and they instinctively stroll with slightly exaggerated hip sways, and Carrie tosses her hair.
"Hey there." says Paula. "What have you got for three very hot ladies?"
"Well ladies," responds Curtis, "What do you want?"
There is a pause while the three women appraise Curtis appraisingly. They glance at each other.
"That's a leading question." smiles Paula, "But what we'll take is ice cream cones for the moment."
"Coming right up!" Curtis opens the counter freezer, grabs a cone and asks, "What flavours?"
"Oh, surprise me." laughs Miranda.
They watch in appreciation as Curtis flips open the freezer and begins to scoop chocolate ice cream into the cone. The are aware that his forearms ripple with muscle as he scoops.
