Country Boy in the City
Copyright© 2021 by Mushroom
Chapter 91
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 91 - This picks up almost a decade after "Country Boy, City Girl" ends. George Culver has decided that he has had enough of the hypocrites and prigs in Idaho, and moves to Los Angeles to attend college. Away from his older brother who he has problems with, determined to become his own man in his own way. And not a carbon copy as many expect him to become. Note: Story codes will be added as the story progresses.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Drunk/Drugged Rape Teen Siren Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual GameLit Historical School Cheating Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Small Breasts Smoking Geeks Porn Theatre Prostitution Slow
After cuddling together for a bit I remembered what Linda had said about coming straight home after I had been entertained by somebody. So the two of us took a shower together and enjoyed ourselves. And I had a lot of fun soaping her amazing breasts, and she seemed to have just as much fun soaping up my cock. But after about a half hour we kissed a final time and got out.
We shared some final kisses before I went out to my car. And the first thing I noticed is that the seats and interior were wet with morning dew. I shook my head as I had not thought of that, so wiped it off as best as I could with my hand and got in and let it warm up.
It was about time for Linda and Sherry to get up, so I decided on a stop on the way home. I pulled over at a bagel place on Sepulveda and got a dozen of them, as well as some cream cheese and lox. And stopping at one of those coffee places I got two large coffees for Linda and I and a Hot Chocolate for Sherry.
I was just setting things up on the dining table when Linda came down in her robe. She smiled when I handed her the coffee, and she kissed my cheek and thanked me. But I smiled as she still went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.
She even giggled when I set the plates and two knives on the table. “Oh lord, Western Bagel! I haven’t been there in ages! Good call there, George. I’m surprised you knew about it.”
“Well, remember I used to come here once a year or so with Pete. And most times if we did he would stop there. And who knows when I’ll get a chance to get another one, so it sounded like a good thing to grab on the way home.”
“Well, they are the best place I know of to get them. Your brother was more of a doughnut person, but we sometimes got bagles also. Plus it was a tradition at the cluster I ran that every Friday I would grab two dozen on the way in.”
“Wow, only on Friday?”
She gave me a grin and nodded. “You have to realize, more than a few of those who rented those clusters knew Pavel from the Synagogue. And that one in particular had more rentals than usual from Hollywood types. And yes, it seems that like in many things, there were more Jews than normal in that industry.”
She had opened a bagel and was spreading lox on it as I was putting cream cheese on another. “Linda, is it true that Jews really run Hollywood?” I asked.
She looked thoughtful for a moment then nodded. “Well, yes and no. Oh, but don’t you dare buy into all the nonsense that they ‘run’ it. But in many ways they are exceptionally well represented there. Stephen Spielberg, George Harrison, Dustin Hoffman, William Shatner, Leonard Nimoy, Kate Hudson, Adam Sandler, it just seems to be an industry that many gravitate too. Hell, you’ve seen that yourself first hand.”
“Huh, what do you mean? Who have I met in Hollywood?”
I saw her crinkle her nose as she took a bite and chewed. “Oh, think about it, George. First of all there are some you really do know, like Jack, Rad and Keith. Jack never really worked porn, but has done production for years. And Rad and Keith doing the music. Then you have Rocco, Sherry, Honey, Monica, and a lot of others are all Jewish. And it seemed even more so back when I started. Ron Jeremy, Nina Hartley, Harry Reems, Jerry Butler, Paul Thomas, John Leslie, so many more. I think about half of those in porn when I started were Jewish. Of course, that was also the beginning of the end of that era.”
I smiled as Sherry came down in her PJs, and after she gave me a hug Linda made her a bagel then shooed her off to watch TV. She looked a bit wistful when she sat back down, and smiled at me.
“I did not know it, but I came in at the beginning of the end of what they now call the ‘Golden Age of Porn’. When I started, we were still mostly shooting on film and showing them in theaters. But VCRs were already starting to change things. No more need for a couple of thousand dollars in cameras and lights, a sound guy, and a couple of thousand dollars for film, developing, and duplication. Just get a couple of guys with camcorders and two VCRs to edit. Rocco started as a cameraman in porn when it was on film, but he borrowed money from Pavel when video started to take over. He lived over in Reseda, and his garage had like twenty VCRs because he was duplicating his own tapes then and delivering them to the porn shops himself.”
I raised my eyebrow, as I had seen his house once and of course his stages. “Really, he started like that?”
Linda grinned and nodded. “Oh, I kind of knew him even then. Met him at a few of Pavel’s parties, he was one of the ‘Young Turks’ back then. I was fooling myself thinking that as I worked on film I was better than that. He made these one hour videos back then. He would drive around the Valley and pretend to pick up a girl on the street or at a bus stop. Of course they were really mostly strippers or hookers, but they pretended to be waitresses, secretaries or college students. They would get in his car, go to this apartment he had in Canoga Park and get it on. But he made a bunch of those, sold them for $20 each when most porn tapes were closer to a hundred bucks.”
I looked over at her, and she grinned and nodded. “Oh, you would not know that. When they first came out, almost nobody actually bought tapes. We recorded off TV or rented movies. Most pre-recorded tapes were around $100, mainstream and porn. Rocco was ahead of the trend as he realized by selling them cheap he would actually sell more. What he was putting out then really was crap compared to what I was doing, but it was a hell of a lot cheaper to buy. By the time I had started with him, I’d been blackballed from film so all I had left was videotape. He was wanting to try something new, and one idea once he saw what I could do with my hands was a series starring me.”
I asked her what she meant by blackballed, and she gave me a sad smile. “George, you know some of my demons. The gal that got me into that business was my girlfriend at the time. And after we broke up, I guess I became a bit obsessive and kinda stalked her. Any chance I got I would try and get it on with her on camera. Well, she was a big star by then, and after I pulled that twice she let others know that if I was ever on a set where she was, she would walk. Plus, well, I fucked it up myself with those implants I got.”
All I could do was nod at that. I of course had seen them in pictures and videos. Grossly huge, and just a bit lopsided. “Well, that largely ended my career on film. As my agent said, I was one of his leading ‘girl next door’ types. I was short and petite, so even in my twenties I could pull off being still in High School. But not with those huge protusions on my chest. But a friend introduced me to Rocco, and soon the two of us created the ‘Handjob Queen’ series. And it was new, as it was one of the first that featured a gal as the lead each time. As opposed to most of the others like what Rocco did with one guy and tons of girls, mine was one girl and tons of guys. It was fresh and original back then, so sold well.”
We each had another bagel, and I asked her which she liked best. “Oh, hard to say. Film to me still has a magic all its own. But it was expensive. And imagine trying to do a scene when there are a dozen people on set watching. And knowing that as long as the camera is running that’s costing money. As in around thirty cents a foot, that’s around eleven bucks a minute. Just shooting an hour and a half movie would be a couple thousand dollars just in film. And that’s not counting developing it, then making copies for the theaters. I would say we were more economical back then, and I’m just glad I was in the LA scene and not the New York scene.”
I asked her what that meant, and she smiled. “Well, there were three major ‘scenes’ back then. San Francisco was dominated by guys like the Mitchell Brothers, who were also Jewish by the way. Lots of costume pieces or arthouse type experimental films. Then you had LA, that was more like it was a mainstream movie with sex. And finally there was New York. Those were mostly darker and gritty movies, crime and gangs a lot of times, with sex.”
She pulled out a cigarette and I lit it for her before taking one myself. “But here is the thing, from the earliest days the Mob was big in porn. In New York, they ran porn. They owned the theaters, they owned the distribution, they owned the companies that made them. The New York mob got rich off of porn. And nobody dared say anything or they would be found in the river. You of course know of ‘Deep Throat’, right?”
“Linda, I think everybody knows of that movie” I said with a laugh.
“OK, realize that was shot in Florida, but with Mob money. Cost less than $50,000 to make, and made easily half a billion dollars. But the guy that made it got almost nothing. The mob basically stole it from him, and he knew better than to say anything. So like the early Hollywood types that came out here to get away from Edison, some came out here to get away from the mob.”
“Well, I now know that Pavel was in on it, how was that getting away from the mob?”
She smiled at me and raised her coffee. “Oh, because the mobs out here do not want to own it. You see, New York mobs are different. They want to own and control everything. Out here, they’re more subtle. They do not step in and threaten to break your kneecaps if you do not give them what they want. Here they actually invest money in the projects and simply expect a reasonable return. In addition to laundering their money. The same with the strip clubs. Here in LA the mob has never really been powerful like it was back East. But porn and strip clubs are a great way to launder illegal cash. Pavel invested in several companies. If I had to guess, he probably sunk over a million dollars of dirty money into them a year. And in return he would get back two million in clean money. Taxes paid, as far as the government was concerned completely legitimate.”
“Wow, maybe you should make a book about what it was like back then. Even get with my mom, she could help with the financial part.”
Linda actually got a scared look on her face when I said that and shook her head violently. “Oh not just no but hell no! George, want to have me disappear? You were only skating on the edges of the LA mobs. And only with the good graces of Pavel are you still alive and walking. He struck a deal that allowed the legitimate side of his wealth to stay with his wife, he knows he will likely spend the rest of his life in prison. The Russian Mobs do not quite get into ‘omerta’ like those Italian gangs do, but if you talk you die.”
I saw her hand was shaking as she took a drag on her cigarette. “No, this is well known but nobody talks about it. And a lot of those tied up really are just businessmen that took the money as an investment. Guys like Rocco, and Ben at ‘Jet Strip North’. Pavel loaned them they money, they used it to start their business and gave a reasonable return. That’s why Pavel owned so many businesses. He started with liquor stores, but also owned porn shops, two porn theaters back in the day, a couple of video arcades, a couple of newsstands, and his import and export business. The clusters came about as he had to dump a lot of money fast one time and at that time some of the porn guys rented small offices like that.”
She smiled at me and went to get us more coffee. “He knew of a flea market an associate wanted to sell, and he decided to try doing that in Pacoima. That first one was crap, but the spaces rented fast. And he realized that not only was it good for his purposes, but was a great tax shelter and made money on top of it. Plus it was great for laundering. That first one, I want to say he had about a quarter of it rented but he told the IRS it was almost full. He would take dirty money, pay taxes as if it was paid in rent, and that made it clean. His accountant faked up receipts for tenants that were not there to cover the rents nobody was paying. And when it started to fill up he had to buy another one. Soon, that was a good business that was less about laundering money than it was about making money on their own. But when it came time to pay taxes he always claimed they were almost all rented.”
“I thought money was laundered by dirty banks.”
She laughed again and shook her head. “Oh, in places like New York and Miami it was. Back then they were bringing in huge amounts of money from drugs, and had no legitimate investments to hide them in. The LA mobs like the Russians were never that big into drugs, the street gangs mostly ran that. The same with shakedown rackets. Here, it was mostly bootleg items like videos, clothing, alcohol, and cigarettes. Or running immigration scams, somebody pays them $25,000 to become a legal citizen who illegally came in from somewhere. They find them a husband or wife for half of that and keep the rest. Once they get their green card, they get a divorce.”
I shook my head at that. “Linda, how do you know so much about all of this?”
She took another drag off her cigarette and snuffed it out. “George, by living here all of my life. I think I grew up knowing a lot of this, Mandy probably did also. Remember, I went to High School with serious gangbangers in Barrio Van Nuys. And I knew the gang owned liquor stores and arcades all over the area. They were basically a neighborhood version of what Pavel did. There was an arcade on Van Nuys Boulevard that your brother and I often went to, BVN owned it. You may have heard of the liquor store that he got his bootleg videos from, BVN owned that also. Buying the bootleg videos they sold from the Russian Mafia from a back room. Same thing, lets them launder their money so they do not have to worry about the IRS arresting them for tax fraud on their hundred thousand dollar a year job. But they were small potatoes compared to the Russians. BVN might need to launder a couple of million a year, Pavel’s gang laundered probably a hundred million a year that way easy.”
My eyes got huge at that, and I lit another smoke. “Aunt Linda, are you sure I’m safe? I sure stepped into something, I had no idea what was really going on.”
She reached out and held my hand. “George, you’re safe. Pavel chose to take the fall, and let everybody know that you knew nothing of what was going on. Now if you had realized what all was going on and worked with the Feds to say wear a wire in order to take Pavel down or something like that, I suspect you would now be sleeping in a hole somewhere around Lake Los Angeles. But even before you, they would lose the occasional shipment because a truck got caught at a weigh station or a container from overseas got caught at the port. When that happens, they know it’s just how things work, unless they suspect the truck driver was in on it. You’re clean, nobody will dare come after you.”
She squeezed my hand again, and asked how the night before went. “I take it that was a final night with Sally before you go?” she said with a grin. And as always, it took me a moment to realize she was using Gina’s stage name. Something I never could get the hang of doing.
“Yeah, I think so. She now lives in a much nicer place than when I met her, and we even saw the episode together that I was in. Are our scenes together really that popular?”
“Oh yes, they are. Word is that they will at least be nominated for some industry awards at the end of the year. If I have to guess, Gina will be up for a few as ‘Best New Star’, and that might get a few nominations for best scene. Why, do you want to arrange to be present if they are nominated? The awards shows are quite something.”
“Oh hell no! Aunt Linda, what would I do with an award even if I won? Put it on the shelf in my room?”
She laughed and nodded. “OK, tell you what then. Just on the outside chance you do win, I’ll arrange to have it picked up and given to me. I’ll put it with the others I’ve won, and if you ever want it just let me know.”
I went upstairs a bit later, and after dinner I got dressed and headed out to Northridge. The frat house as always was packed, but I realized that this time I knew almost nobody there. I did find Shawna, and she gave me a big hug before I shook hands with Ron. And we talked a bit before she took me out to dance. And it was a fun hour and a half, but I did not drink. And as I saw a couple of people starting to get rowdy and one of the girls taking off her top, I said my goodbyes and left.
And as I drove home, I realized that when I had first arrived here I thought things like that were awesome. Being at a frat party with lots of booze and braless girls in almost see-through tops. And as the girls drank more and more their tops might simply vanish. But this time in my mind I had an image of the police arriving and arresting us all.
The next week I met with Harve, and together we used Linda’s van to drive my DJ and music stuff and a lot of other things to the airport. He had the DC-3 there for a charter to Boise, and during the layover he would take it all to Pocatello for me. That would make things a lot easier, as I was worried how I would take most of my stuff up there with me in the car I had now.
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