Lassiter approached the young man getting reay for his 'scene' and kept his gaze firmly on his _eyes_. "We need to talk to you about the murders in the warehouse across the street. Did you see anything unusual?"
"Yeah" he answered, rubbing himself up with lotion. The third window from the top left was broken yesterday. Also, the Trash cans have been moved a few feet closer to the river."
"Excuse me?"
"Photographic memory."
"Well, that's convenient. You're gonna have to come with me downtown."
"Well you're very forward."
"I mean to verify that you aren't involved. Also, you should talk about forward."
"Really? You're going to drag me downtown with a halfsie? I object, your honor."
"Let's go, get dressed."
"No.I know my rights. My dad was a cop."
"That explains a lot."
"What does that mean? I didn't - I mean - my choice of profession has nothing to do with wanting to alienate my - I mean his approval or lack thereof mean noth -- no, LESS than noth -"
"I don't care. Get dressed or I drag you downtown naked."
"Really? You're going to drag me how? By my gigantic penis?" Shawn smirked.
"I've seen bigger." Immediately, Lassiter was embarrassed to have admitted this, and of course the young man noticed, raising his eyebrows.
"Show me."
Carlton hesitated and then unzipped his pants.
"Now that's a Pound Puppy" Shawn said with a whistle.
"Cut!" yelled the director. "Okay -good! Very nice improv, guys. Let's move the next scene into the circular bed."
Shawn smiled nervously. "Not as bad as I thought, being naked in front of all those people."
"You did fine, kid. It gets easier with practice. You'll be a star in no time with talent like yours," the tall dark-haired man assured him with a comforting pat on the shoulder.
"Let's go, people. Fluffers! Propmaster!" Juliet O'Hara's directorial voice got the men's attention as they began to focus on their next scene. She didn't get to be the #1 female porn director in California by letting her performers slack off.
"Yeah" he answered, rubbing himself up with lotion. The third window from the top left was broken yesterday. Also, the Trash cans have been moved a few feet closer to the river."
"Excuse me?"
"Photographic memory."
"Well, that's convenient. You're gonna have to come with me downtown."
"Well you're very forward."
"I mean to verify that you aren't involved. Also, you should talk about forward."
"Really? You're going to drag me downtown with a halfsie? I object, your honor."
"Let's go, get dressed."
"No.I know my rights. My dad was a cop."
"That explains a lot."
"What does that mean? I didn't - I mean - my choice of profession has nothing to do with wanting to alienate my - I mean his approval or lack thereof mean noth -- no, LESS than noth -"
"I don't care. Get dressed or I drag you downtown naked."
"Really? You're going to drag me how? By my gigantic penis?" Shawn smirked.
"I've seen bigger." Immediately, Lassiter was embarrassed to have admitted this, and of course the young man noticed, raising his eyebrows.
"Show me."
Carlton hesitated and then unzipped his pants.
"Now that's a Pound Puppy" Shawn said with a whistle.
"Cut!" yelled the director. "Okay -good! Very nice improv, guys. Let's move the next scene into the circular bed."
Shawn smiled nervously. "Not as bad as I thought, being naked in front of all those people."
"You did fine, kid. It gets easier with practice. You'll be a star in no time with talent like yours," the tall dark-haired man assured him with a comforting pat on the shoulder.
"Let's go, people. Fluffers! Propmaster!" Juliet O'Hara's directorial voice got the men's attention as they began to focus on their next scene. She didn't get to be the #1 female porn director in California by letting her performers slack off.
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