Don't We All?
#8 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
Another quick Jimmy here - hope you enjoy this one, and leave me comments as a thankyou for writing more fun stories for you guys :P Have a nice read!
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The waiting room of The Clinic was hardly an inviting place, but after a few visits, you kinda stopped caring about the brown walls, brown ceiling, brown everything, the uncomfortable seats and the "STOP HEPATITIS C!" posters, and you kinda took it in a stride. I hadn't done this too long yet, but I guess I had already joined the ranks of the others whom I saw sitting there, everyone looking equally bored, though some fidgeting a bit more than the others.
I had a hunch on who those were...like that vixen sitting opposite to me, who folded and refolded her long legs every thirty seconds or so, or that 30-something bear in a much too tight shirt who checked the time on his phone about equally as often as the vixen showed off her crotch. Behind her on the wall, a smiling cougar girl held a banana in one paw and a condom in the other, on a slightly frayed poster. Some sort of a leak in the ceiling, I suspected.
PLINK!
The electronic chime brought everyone's eyes to the big red numbers on a sort of a display on the ceiling, above a door marked "EXAM 1", into which everyone went, and everyone came out, clutching a folded piece of paper. The display showed "452" at the moment. The small crumpled slip of paper in my paw said "469."
This was gonna take a while.
A Doberman got up from his seat and wandered towards the foreboding brown door, which opened, and you could see a glimpse of a white interior before the door was closed, hiding him from the view. I yawned and wondered whether I should risk looking at some of the magazines on the little table in front of me. There weren't many, anyway. The rest was dull-looking brochures about cervical cancer and an ad for Truvada.
Ugh. I yawned and sratched my belly and hoped I hadn't come on a Monday. It was always busier here on a Monday, because people always fucked more during the weekend, which meant more chances of things happening that people regretted later, and that would always mean a rush of people into The Clinic. I didn't really suffer from that problem...I was more in the same category as the vixen on the other side of the waiting room. A bit too much makeup, and a skirt that showed a bit too much. Guess she hadn't even bothered to change out of working clothes.
Yeah.
"Hehhey, LANCE!"
My ears perked. The door marked "EXAM 2" had opened, and a surprisingly familiar face had emerged in the form of a wolf, holding one of those folded white papers in his paw, and grinning broadly.
"Anders!" I called out.
He smiled even broader at the recognition. We'd met a couple of times before...once at work, actually, other times, in other places. Not this place, though. Familiar enough so that I remembered his face and could put a name to it.
"Doing the old regular huh?" the wolf kept grinning, and his bushy tail wagged as he walked across the room and then planted himself onto the chair next to me.
"Yeah," I said. "Got work coming up this week, gotta be prepared."
"Me too, man, me too!" the wolf showed teeth with his smile. "That's why I had to drop by!"
I nodded towards the carelessly held paper.
"Good news?"
"The best, heheh," the slick-grinning wolf replied. "All ready to go!"
"Cool, lol," I said.
"You waiting for long?" the wolf asked.
"Been a while, yeah. Still got 17 to go before me," I snuffled.
"Aww, dude!" the wolf's tail batted the edge of the plastic chair. "You should never come on a Monday."
"Don't I know," I said. "But I wanted to get this sorted out, I'm kinda busy this week, so I just thought, why the hell not."
"Aww, when are you working?"
"Thursday and Friday," I replied.
"For BPP huh?" the wolf gave me a curious look.
"Yup," I said. "Exclusive meat here."
"Heheh," the wolf smirked. "I'm gonna be shooting for Raised Tails Club. Just a pretty basic setup as far as they go but...that's the bread and butter, huh?"
"Yeah," I rumbled, feeling a bit self-conscious, with the wolf going on about his porn shoot in a voice that wasn't exactly whispering, in a room full of furs waiting for their STD and HIV test results in a drab free clinic frequented by adult performers and prostitutes. "I guess so."
The busy-looking wolf grinned again.
"What's yours like?" he said. "Anything special?"
Guess that was how to define Anders...I mean, Marco...that's what his real name was. The wolf was everyone's friend from the moment he opened his muzzle. It was kind of a "won't take no for an answer" kind of a deal, too. At least he was nice enough. Maybe it'd make the wait a bit better, chatting with him for a while. Maybe he'd have some gossip about work opportunities, too. Word of maw was rife in the industry.
"Well, kinda," I said, damn well aware just how special it was, "there's gonna be a stallion in it."
Harrumph.
"In me," I added.
"Hahahah," Marco slapped his thigh with his paw, the same one that held the more and more crumpled piece of "you don't have AIDS" paper.
"Yeah, lol," I made a face.
Marco scratched his ear.
"Those can get pretty intense," he mused. "Directors love it, too. They'll be wanting lots of angles. Lots of takes."
My butthole puckered even further that it already was, safe and snug under my tail for now, and I nodded.
"Guess that's how it goes," I said.
"Know who's it gonna be with yet? the wolf asked earnestly.
"Some Rudy dude...Rudy...Rhumbold...dunno how you spell it..."
Marco snapped his fingers together.
"I know this guy who did a scene with him for Raised Tails...hmm..." he made a thinking face, "said that he was alright. Not a mean guy or anything."
"Did your friend sit for a week afterwards?" I asked.
Marco chuckled and flapped my leg with his bushy tail.
"Sorry, Angelo's a stallion himself, and he was doing the topping, heheh."
"How helpful," my ears drooped.
"Aww, not a big fan of bottoming, dude?" Marco nudged me with his elbow.
"Just not a big fan of...big," I said.
"Eheheheheh" the wolf giggled.
Hmm. He was being a bit too cheerful for my liking, considering it was quite early in the day, and in a place like this. Maybe I could've taken him down a notch.
"Have you had to go that route, Anders?"
Porn star ethics. Don't call your co-stars by their real names in public. There are entire internet forums where they speculate on our true identities. Facebook's a serious risk factor.
"Sure," the wolf answered, laid back as always. "My scene with Niko the Swede was a small hit for BPP in its day. That was a couple of years ago. I was definitely a rookie back then, heheh."
I wasn't sure whether that was true bragging or whether he was just being himself, but he sounded confident enough. And Niko the Swede...damn...I'd popped a few loads in my time, while I was still a mere consumer of adult entertainment. I wondered if I had seen the one with Marco and that hot chocolate-furred stallion...now graduated to a full muscle daddy status in the industry.
"Guess they do it to everyone then," I said.
"Of course they do, that's how they build up the franchise," Marco said. "New ones are broken in by the veterans."
I flinched at the word use, which might not have been too far off from the truth, but still, lol.
"Yeeeeah, well, I've done some of that already," I said, "it's just the whole...you know...thing..."
"Big, huh?" the wolf winked.
I snorted.
Damn it, Marco was only maybe four years older than I was, but still, he seemed so much older, in some ways. Only later would I really understand in what ways, but...yeah. He almost felt like a father figure, despite not being 25 years old. I was 19. I felt like a blushing teen in comparison. And I was a teen...hmm...yeah.
"Yeah," I said, and then lowered my voice, "never did it with a horse."
"So go do it to get off those nerves," the wolf shrugged, "unless you already started saving up for it, heheh. That can be a bitch, hah."
"Nope, not yet," I replied. "Not actively at least."
"So ask some old trick, or a colleague to help you out," Marco said. "Or use Yiffer or something else. It's not like it's hard to get laid in this city, hahah."
I could tell that the ugly looks were starting to form. Some of the furs here were just regular furs, after all, not part of the strange brotherhood I shared with this guy Marco I barely knew. Some of them were here because they were genuinely terrified of having an incurable disease they might have already passed onto someone they cared for. Hearing someone talk about getting some no-strings-attached sex was probably not what they wanted to do now.
"Guess so."
Marco patted my shoulder.
"There you go, man!" he barked out. "Cheer up! It'll only sting once!"
I snorted.
"Yeah, that's helping a lot, man."
"Just helping out a buddy," he rubbed his paw up and down my arm once before he jumped to his paws and faced me, looking down to me, "but I have to dash now - I've got a job interview, and I need to get my suit from the laundry."
"Job interview, huh?" I mused. Judging by his comment, it wasn't the kind of an interview that you got with the studios.
"Yeah," the wolf grinned. "Wish me luck, man!"
"Good luck," I smiled.
"And good luck to you with your problem, too!" Marco grinned. "See you around!"
"Hopefully not here," I said.
Marco snapped his fingers and pointed his index finger at me.
"Little Pretty Tea Shop, this Friday, four pm?" his tongue lolled out of the corner of his muzzle.
Well, that's how life was back then.
"Sure," I replied.
"That's a date!" Marco winked.
Then he turned around on his heels and walked out of The Clinic, leaving more disapproving looks in his wake, following that bushy tail. Once he exited through the dirty glass door, many of the eyes fixed on me instead. I was singled out now. Even some of the whores were looking.
PLINK!
453.
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