Wednesday, June 17, 2015

R-Rated Outtake 2 for Chapter 3

Rumors spread the Northwest Territory of The Glutton in Paris at Moulon Rouge who lifted her skirts doing the can can and on her pants was embroidered a heart, or she’d kick a man’s hat off his head, antics repeated so often they now appear in Wikipedia under history of the can-can.

Tula went much farther.  In Paris customers were not allowed to touch the can-can dancer.  No such laws existed in California. 

Watch her.  He loved to watch the way she’d gyrate as he handled her seven year old genitalia.  He loved to watch it grow, the part of her that was deep inside that came forth and pushed out and reached out asking his fingers for more, watching that happen in such a ripe young thing, he could not resist.  He became a regular babysitter for Tula. 

So now Tula at age eighteen dances in a hall in a spot on Lake Tahoe that today is called Stateline and houses Harrah’s Casino. On a piece of real estate less than a mile into California was The Bijou Tavern where many women danced the can-can, and Tula was the most brazen can-can dancer of them all.

Tula approaches a customer: If you pay me fifty dollars I can take your hat off without using my hands, she says, and the customer laughs, winks, says, I already know that trick.  You kick it with your foot and I get to peek at your panties.  I've been to Chicago, I've seen that trick. 

Tula says, No I can do it without my hands or my feet, for a hundred dollar gold piece. 

CUT PARAGRAPHS to read go to CofA R-Rated outtakes, you must be over 18 years of age.

Then after lifting her skirt with little resistance, but much teasing, she reveals she has on no pants at all. Before the customer knows it, she has climbed up to his lap, is running her open wet and welcoming parts up to him first to his mouth, where yes, he is able to lick it for an instant. She squeals ooh and pulls away, gyrates in front of his eyes, then rises high enough to remove his hat, some say with her vagina but no one sees her do that trick. The hat drops on his lap where it dangles on his massive penis, which by that point is sticking straight up. 

She then lowers herself.  “Do you really need that hat?” he shakes his head no.  “Give me a bigger piece of gold, I'll take the hat,” and he obliges.  She puts the hat on his erection, lowers herself and he enters her. She is in control the entire time, the hat even serves as a kind of prophylactic, nothing actually touches her skin.  She dances on him through his hat, it only takes two bounces and he's exploded, the cream contained in the hat, she keeps herself clean and dances to the next customer. 


Photo of Adah Menken, who could be a real life role model for Tula character, I learned about Menken a month after imagining Tula. . . maybe I heard of her years ago, funny coincidences.

Photo Courtesy SF Museum 

R-Rated Outtake 1 for Chapter 3

Outtake 1 for Faster Than The Speed of Life Chapter 3

Had to have pants off in scene
When I did porn, it was simulated sex. The day it became real, I quit, however just before doing porn in Charlie Was A Lady, I insisted on performing one scene with my pants off (see photo at right)

1969: A studio off Sunset Blvd (in what is today Gower Studios) 

I am in a jumble of bodies, naked people piled on top of each other having simulated sex for an orgy scene, when we find out, right then  while the camera and lights are running, that the rules had changed and from now on the sex would not be simulated, it would be real. 

I was there.  I popped up from the pile of elbows and legs saying, what's that, get out of there, get out of me. 

Up 'til then I'd been amid dozens of people, all naked, all swarming on top of each other, touching each other, and moaning and groaning and as far as I could tell all of us were faking, as we’d been doing for months.  

I did this thing with my face where I pretended to have an orgasm with such amazing awe and joy that the camera guy said, go over there get a closeup of her face, and I did it again, and felt like wow, I am such an accomplished actress. 

Then I felt it, a penis going inside me, and I jumped up and said, whoa what was that. 

The guy down around my legs said something like, "Better get used to it, don't you know things have changed, ever since the Guccione movie."  

I said, whoa no, don't, I only signed on to do simulated sex, and a small chorus of voices reached me saying,

Not anymore. 

The guy between my legs who was not attractive at all, in fact he was someone you would cast as a demon or the short skinny creepy guy with a big pointed nose- he started forcing my legs open as he explained to me

“We're all doing it for real now.  Since last Tuesday.”

And I freaked, jumped up, got my clothes and left ,

Because up until then THEY NEVER INSERTED A PENIS into me when I was performing on camera.  Tongues yes, but no real sex.  I could, like Bill Clinton, say, I did not have sex with that person, or those three hundred men, even though it was on camera him cumming all over me or me bouncing up and down pretending to have an orgasm, what I was really doing was concentrating on the camera angle to keep my elbow out of the shot. 

I keep emphasizing that the sex was simulated in the porn when I did it, because that's got a lot to do with why I left L.A. summer of 1969. 

To go find Timothy Leary.