5:13 P.M., Monday, June 10, 2024

Los Angeles, CA

In a TV studio, the camera panned over a crowd, ranging in age from eighteen to seventy. Most were clearly watching something in front of them, though some were pointedly looking away. The sound of a woman sobbing was heard, and a few male chuckles as well. When the camera zoomed in on some of the audience members, a variety of expressions were in evidence: disgust, amusement, one woman had tears in her eyes. A woman’s voice was heard, fearful and mixed with sobs.

“Please, no more. No, no, not again! NOOOooooo!!...”

As the scream faded, music played before being abruptly cut off. While many in the audience applauded, about half did not, and a few loudly booed. The camera swept the crowd before focusing on the host, a pretty woman in her early thirties with sandy hair, dressed in a blue and white pantsuit. Her name is Astrid Spector.

“Hello, and welcome to From Sea to Shining Sea with Astrid Spector. The audience and I have just finished watching, um, a porn movie.”

Spector took a couple of steps to a man in the audience.

“Sir, what did you think of the movie?” she asked while holding a microphone in front of his face.

“Well, I guess I gotta say that the title wasn’t lying; it happens a LOT.”

There were a few laughs, and then an uncomfortable murmuring.

“For those in the home audience,” Spector said, “the name of the movie is Paula Gets Raped a Lot.”

A woman in the next row said something, but it couldn’t be made out.

“Could you repeat that, ma’am?” Spector asked, holding the microphone towards the woman.

“I said she looks too young to be in a movie like that.”

Spector walked to the stage, with its three chairs.

“The woman starring in this film is exactly eighteen years old.”

The host stood next to one of the chairs before addressing the studio and home audiences.

“Paula Akron performed in this film on her eighteenth birthday, so she was, barely, old enough.”

After letting that sink in for a few seconds, Spector spoke again.

“Please welcome to the show: Paula Akron.”

Music played and the crowd cheered as Paula, wearing a tie-dyed T-shirt and ripped jeans, walked onto the stage. She gave Spector a quick hug, and then both women sat in chairs, facing each other and the audience.

Spector got straight to the subject at hand.

“Paula, you are a successful singer, musician, and actress. There was talk of an Emmy nomination. So, why porn?”

Paula chuckled before telling her, “I certainly deserve the Emmy; Switcheroo 10 was amazing.”

There was laughter over that; Switcheroo 10 was a made-for-TV movie from eight years ago, and everybody agrees that it sucked. Paula and her boyfriend Paul, who starred in it together, agree that it sucked. Nobody’s getting an Emmy for anything connected to Switcheroo 10.

“I’ve been wanting to do porn for a long time,” the teenager continued, “but of course I was too young. I even asked if we could do it in a state with a younger age of consent, or if my legal guardian could sign a waiver or something, but no, I have to be eighteen. So, the second I was, BAM!”

“Yes, but why did you want to do it? And why rape scenes?”

“I’m kind of an exhibitionist,” the teenager told her. “Always have been, and this lets me do that without, um, exhibiting myself to anyone who doesn’t want to see it. As for rape scenes, hmmm. Well, after having to wait years to do it, I wanted to start jumping right into the deep end. I wanted to do those things people say you only do on the way down, like gangbangs and anal. And why rape, well ... It let me do more acting. Instead of just, ‘oo, I’m having so much fun with all these guys!’ it let me be scared, and angry; I got to cry and plead. It was more challenging.”

Spector wasn’t convinced.

“I’m not sure there was a lot of acting in that flic.”

“There wasn’t a lot of dialog,” Paula admitted. “I still had to emote. I mean, hey, I managed to squeak out some tears and everything.”

A bit of laughter came from the audience. Spector suppressed a chuckle of her own.

“I’d suspect that crying wasn’t difficult; some of that looked pretty painful.”

“Some of it was,” the teen admitted. “Not as much as it looked, not as much as I let on, but yeah, some of it hurt a little. Well, the double an-BLEEP more than a little. But not as much as I let on.”

A mix of laughter and groans came from the audience. Spector looked right into the camera.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why we have a seven-second delay: so we can bleep things like ‘double an-BLEEP.’ So, Paula, was anything else especially unpleasant?”

The newly minted porn star frowned for a moment.

“When the girls started in on me ... Well, I can’t say that it was unpleasant in a physical sense. In fact, the things they were doing mostly felt pretty good, but the thing is that I’m not bisexual ... at least not very much. I mean, I love a good threesome as much as the next girl, but that’s different. With a threesome, doing stuff with the girl is just part of having sex with the guy, and I can enjoy that. Yeah, I can do threes all day. But in this video, it’s just me and a half-dozen girls, with the guys watching. The guys watching helped, though. And the camera crew ... and another half a dozen or so people I don’t even know why they were there, but I’m glad they were. Having people watch made it hot, and that made it easier.”

A man in the audience shouted something which couldn’t be made out, but a stagehand quickly brought him a microphone. The man repeated himself.

“Young lady, what do your parents think about all this?”

“My parents are in prison and won’t be allowed to watch it. When they get out, if they care to watch it, I’ll ask them what they think of it.”

Again, there was murmuring. People sometimes forgot that Paula’s parents (and her boyfriend Paul’s parents) were in prison, and that the man the couple was occasionally seen with was a legal guardian, not related to either of his wards.

“Well OK then,” the man said, “What does Paul think of it?”

“Until tomorrow,” the teen informed him, “Paul is still technically a minor, so he couldn’t be there when we filmed it. He couldn’t be in the audience today, either, which is a bummer. But what you all watched was an early draft; the fully edited version won’t be released until Saturday, and then he’ll be old enough to watch it. I did tell him all about it, though, and he thinks it’s pretty cool.”

A woman shouted so loudly that it could be made out without a microphone, though some watching at home had trouble understanding her question through all the bleeps.

“How the hell could he think a bunch of G-BLEEP-damned a-BLEEP-s f-BLEEP-BLEEP his girlfriend and ramming their d-BLEEP d-BLEEP-n BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP f-BLEEP-BLEEP cool!?”

Paula laughed out loud.

“Thank God for that seven second delay, huh? He thinks it’s cool because he knows I enjoyed doing it, and he thinks it’s cool when I have fun.”

Spector was still skeptical.

“It doesn’t look like you’re having fun.”

“It’s not supposed to LOOK like I’m having fun,” Paula laughed. “It’s supposed to be gang rape, and rape by definition isn’t any fun for the person getting raped.”

“But you did have fun making the scene,” Spector said. “So many men...”

“That was new for me,” Paula admitted. She looked over the audience. “I don’t care what you’ve read in the tabloids, I’ve never had sex with that many people at one time before.”

There was general laughter at that.

“Actually,” the young singer continued, “I’ve barely had sex with that many people in my whole life, up until Friday. This movie has nearly doubled my lifetime count to date.”

There were a few gasps over that. Spector seized the opportunity.

“At only eighteen, you’ve already had sex with twenty guys? What kind of parties have you been going to?”

There was a bit of laughter before Paula answered. “Not parties, so much.” She grinned. “More like groupies.”

Spector sat up straight.

“Girl singers have groupies?”

Paula grinned even more than before. “If we want them, yeah. I mean, not as much as the guys, but that’s partly because security is more likely to let a girl through to see a guy than to let a guy through to see a girl.”

The teenager clapped her hands, once.

“Cool thing is, Paul and I mostly get couples for groupies. Couples who are dating, who came to the concert on a date, and they get to meet us, and they want to share in our romance, and for us to share in theirs, in a sexual way. It’s really quite sweet. So yeah, probably close to twenty guys that way, over the years. The others are guys from school.”

A man in the audience expressed himself on this subject, and there was some booing. A stagehand soon brought him a microphone.

“I said it sounds to me like you’re just a slut!”

Paula waited for the booing to die down before assuming a miffed expression.

“I’m not JUST a slut!”

She had to wait again, this time for the laughter to subside.

“But yeah, I am a slut, and I’m going to keep right on being a slut. Only now, anybody who wants to can watch me being slutty, and can enjoy that as much as I do.”