Chapter 264: Charity Devereaux, 36, Screen Test...

Kate had put Darlene in charge of the Charity Devereaux project. It wouldn’t be easy, but Darlene had a positive attitude toward pussy. The challenge was not only to manipulate Cherry into having sex with her son, Christian, but to chronicle the journey that she made along the way.

From a ‘regular’ single mom to a son-fucker.

Jolene Horton called Darlene right on time, “She just left work at Simmons. She’s on her own — looks like she’s walking home.”

“Thanks.”

Darlene called Karisha Washington, “Cherry’s on the move.”

“Wish me luck.”

Karisha, with two of her film crew, drove past Cherry. The driver braked to a stop and Karisha, all 220 pounds of her, eased down to the sidewalk. “Excuse me, miss.”

Cherry smiled, “Yes?”

“I’m Karisha Washington, and I’m in town to shoot a film.”

Another smile, “I know — everyone is talking about it.”

“And you are...?”

“Charity Devereaux. Welcome to Sausalito.”

“Thanks. I know this sounds really random, but you have one of those faces. There’s just something about you.”

Cherry laughed, “Why, thank you. But I’m afraid I wouldn’t qualify for your movie.” She winked, “Sorry, but I’m not a son-fucker.”

The concept, the phrase, had become so common around town that Cherry had no compunction in saying the words.

Karisha, who hadn’t wanted to be part of the recruitment and persuasion process, nevertheless found herself right in the middle of it.

“I understand. But I’m always on the lookout for talent. I’ve shot about half of the sexiest women in Atlanta — and, hon, I think you’ve got that something special. That ... indefinable ‘it’.”

“Well, I’m flattered, but I still wouldn’t even consider anything with Christian.” She giggled, “As much as he might love it.”

“Look, if you’re totally not interested, fine. But the biggest percentage of my footage won’t include sex scenes. I’m doing backgrounds, setting the local mood, interviewing regular folks — kind of a man-on-the-street scenario.”

“Oh.” Cherry shrugged, “I could be up for that. Maybe.”

Karisha made a camera with her hands and thumbs, “I won’t know for sure until I film you. But I suspect that the camera will love you. Ever do any modeling?”

Cherry laughed, “In Sausalito? Not hardly.”

“Tell you what — let me do a screen test. How’s tomorrow morning for you?”

“What time?”

“Let’s say ten. I have a studio set up here in downtown.”

“I’ve seen it — Mothership, right?”

“Exactly. Do you have a bikini?”

“I do, but I haven’t worn it in years.”

“Not to worry — I have an entire wardrobe. We’ll find plenty of costumes.”

“Karisha? Is it Karisha?”

“That’s me.”

“If — let’s say your camera ‘likes’ me.” Cherry made air quotes. What then?”

“I won’t speculate. In addition to the film, I do music videos and commercials — lots of commercials.”

“Oh.” Cherry blinked rapidly. “My.”