The year is 2032 and pornography has changed a lot. It is generally better, more varied, and more widely accessible and acceptable. And since ordinary people started doing their own porn movies for their own pleasure, and making blockbuster hits out of them, the emotions expressed in such movies have become far more real. So it's come a long way.
But anyway, porn movies are now considered a fairly serious art form, and it is, as it has been since the beginning, a blossoming industry. One form of today's porn makes use of ordinary people - mostly men - who are told to come to a certain place, where willing women will meet them, and they will participate in an orgy which will be captured on celluloid.
Today I heard a rumor that such a film was being staged in the suburbs. I caught a bus to the place where it was supposed to be, and apparently a lot of guys on this bus was heading the same way. I didn't actually place a terrible lot of trust in the rumor, and I didn't expect to actually be in one of these movies, either. But, just for the hell of it, I figured it was worth a shot.
The bus drove and drove, and I started thinking that we were probably long past the place where we were supposed to be, but I was wrong. The bus turned down a road filled with condemned buildings and unloaded us. And sure enough, six or seven near-naked women were rapelling down the walls, lewdly kissing and licking each other, and making themselves ready for us.
However, there were far more men than women, so a bunch of us was led to another building, where the same thing happened. We went into this old, dilapidated office block, and in the hallway naked girls were waiting. It was a hell of a thing! And I noticed that another group of regular joes, also carted in from downtown, had joined us.
Trouble was, there were still more men than women. So the guys scrambled to get to a girl before the others, and in seconds most girls were taken. The frenzy was too intense and I was too slow.
However, just as I thought I'd "missed the bus", so to speak, a woman pushed past me. She was getting solicitations from the left-over men over and over, but she refused. She didn't look like the other women; she was petite, had short brown hair and wore plain clothes (dark blue jeans and an azure woolly sweater), but she was still cute. As she brushed by me, I spun around, reached out and padded her lightly on the back of her shoulder, attempting to get her attention. She didn't break stride, nor did she look back.
Seconds later, she was out in the street, still turning down guys left and right. Determined not to give up so easily, I ran after her, and as she disentangled herself from the male masses and started up the street, I gave her a holler. "Hey!" She turned to look at me. Like a shmuck, I said nothing, but just stretched out my arms in opposite directions, showing myself off, and looking expectantly at her with a quite comical "Eh? Eh?! Ain't I a fine figure of a man, huh? Come on, admit it!" expression on my face.
And I'll be damned, but it did the trick! She smiled, shook her head and sighed, then laughed, then motioned for me to come to her. I did, and put an arm around her neck as we strolled up the street together. Cool. What's gonna happen next, I wondered, assuming that we were soon gonna be filmed having wild, steamy sex.
Instead, she hailed a cab and got us into it. "I'm Phoebe", she said. "Murphy", I said, taking her hand gallantly. She smiled. I said, "So, where are we headed?"
"My place, I suppose", said Phoebe.
"Is that where the cameras are?" I foolishly inquired.
"Not really, no", she said.
"Then I don't understand", I said earnestly.
"Look, I got to that place on a bus just like the rest of you. I had no idea what it was about until I was in the middle of it and it kinda became obvious."
"Oh jeez... - So you're not even part of the...?" The truth finally dawned on me, and I felt stupider than ever.
