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Liam was jaded, having worked in porn for many years nothing about sex did a thing for him. Outside of work he was very solo, barely even wanked
"Excuse me mr chase?"
"Yes brad cratchett?" He scowled, his red pen in his hand a heavily edited script I front of him for "the life of cream pi"
"Sir the crew wanted to ask if they could break for lunch?"
"Lunch? Lunch!"
"Sir it's in their contracts!"
"Ok, but I'm docking the hour from their pay!"
Brad sighed, he had worked for Liam chase from the moment he transferred from actor to studio head, back when he was a little upstart with a sparkle in his eyes and a smile on his face, now he just churned out schlocky pornos, all very repetitive, all boring, if it wasn't for the many connections he had made in the biz the company would have sunk
"Erm mr chase?"
"What now! As you can see I am very busy!"
"I was wondering what you were doing for the holidays?"
Liam sighed in annoyance , "probably writing our next big smash!"
"You don't take the holidays off?"
"Not since jimmy moved on..."
"He didn't die...."
"He might as well have!"
".... Nice flat in Croydon"
"Is that all brad?"
"Yes sir" brad muttered pushing his glasses up
Brad walked home, he hated London this time of year, the false cheer, the fake friendship, the same smiling faces will return to mugging him on the tube in January
He buzzed in and nodded coldly at the security guard Barry, he let himself into his flat hanging up his jacket turning he jumped a foot in the air
"What the fuck are you doing here!?"
Sat on his leather couch was his old business partner jimmy Marley
"Just pooping by!" He smiled sipping champagne from a flute
" you have some fucking nerve!" Liam scowled skulking to his kitchen and grabbing a tumbler filling it with whiskey and soda
Returning to the lounge jimmy was gone, now he was on the balcony
"So come on, what's going on? Nursing not doing it for you?"
"Liam, you will be visited by 3 ghosts tonight, you have become a cold frigid bitch and need to learn a lesson!"
"Really? A Christmas carol prank, that's the best you and cratchett could come up with!"
Jimmy rolled his eyes, climbing over the railings
"Be prepared!" He warned before letting go plummeting the 6 floors to the bottom
Horrified Liam ran to the edge searching for his dear friend and business partner, no sign
Liam laughed shaking his head " I better go to bed!" He smiled to himself
He admired himself in the mirror changing into a pair of tight Andrew Christian briefs and his old soccer top, he climbed into bed and got warm, he drifted off, Jimmy's words ringing in his ears "prepared! Ha that's rich!"
He didn't notice the cold wind or the lingering mist, if he had he might have been more prepared, but no he slept like a baby
"Excuse me mr chase?"
"Yes brad cratchett?" He scowled, his red pen in his hand a heavily edited script I front of him for "the life of cream pi"
"Sir the crew wanted to ask if they could break for lunch?"
"Lunch? Lunch!"
"Sir it's in their contracts!"
"Ok, but I'm docking the hour from their pay!"
Brad sighed, he had worked for Liam chase from the moment he transferred from actor to studio head, back when he was a little upstart with a sparkle in his eyes and a smile on his face, now he just churned out schlocky pornos, all very repetitive, all boring, if it wasn't for the many connections he had made in the biz the company would have sunk
"Erm mr chase?"
"What now! As you can see I am very busy!"
"I was wondering what you were doing for the holidays?"
Liam sighed in annoyance , "probably writing our next big smash!"
"You don't take the holidays off?"
"Not since jimmy moved on..."
"He didn't die...."
"He might as well have!"
".... Nice flat in Croydon"
"Is that all brad?"
"Yes sir" brad muttered pushing his glasses up
Brad walked home, he hated London this time of year, the false cheer, the fake friendship, the same smiling faces will return to mugging him on the tube in January
He buzzed in and nodded coldly at the security guard Barry, he let himself into his flat hanging up his jacket turning he jumped a foot in the air
"What the fuck are you doing here!?"
Sat on his leather couch was his old business partner jimmy Marley
"Just pooping by!" He smiled sipping champagne from a flute
" you have some fucking nerve!" Liam scowled skulking to his kitchen and grabbing a tumbler filling it with whiskey and soda
Returning to the lounge jimmy was gone, now he was on the balcony
"So come on, what's going on? Nursing not doing it for you?"
"Liam, you will be visited by 3 ghosts tonight, you have become a cold frigid bitch and need to learn a lesson!"
"Really? A Christmas carol prank, that's the best you and cratchett could come up with!"
Jimmy rolled his eyes, climbing over the railings
"Be prepared!" He warned before letting go plummeting the 6 floors to the bottom
Horrified Liam ran to the edge searching for his dear friend and business partner, no sign
Liam laughed shaking his head " I better go to bed!" He smiled to himself
He admired himself in the mirror changing into a pair of tight Andrew Christian briefs and his old soccer top, he climbed into bed and got warm, he drifted off, Jimmy's words ringing in his ears "prepared! Ha that's rich!"
He didn't notice the cold wind or the lingering mist, if he had he might have been more prepared, but no he slept like a baby