Switch

by Baobab

I don’t care how much it pays Jerry, why the hell would I want to have a “switch” installed?

Why do you sound so offended? You said you fucked that chick in Amsterdam that had one and you totally dug it.

Yeah, exactly, she was a whore!

You told me you didn’t have any problems with prostitution?

I’m a dude…we’re allowed to live by a double standard. Besides, I have a real acting job now.

It’s non-speaking! It doesn’t cover your bills! You’re three months behind on your rent and I can’t cover you anymore.

Fine, you want me to move out, I will.

No, that’s not what I’m saying. Look, I’m just saying it would get you out of debt and let you start earning some real money. And you’d have plenty of time to keep acting!

And you would get a healthy commission for turning me into a sex toy?

I have to make a living too.

Well, then why don’t you do it?

You’ve got to be kidding…I’m not exactly male model material. Look, I’m just asking you to think about it…

 

Looking Back

They put the switch right at that annoying spot on your back that you can never quite scratch yourself. Someone always has to do it for you.

The big misconception is that the switch turns you off. It doesn’t. I always say that it just turns other people on.

What’s funny is how clients want to get to know you first. They want to really see the difference when they flick the switch. A lot of them wait until you’re already fucking before their fingers find their way there.

The funny thing is, I had considered myself a pretty good actor but I’m not so sure I really was.

I mean I really don’t know if I could do that kind of stuff without the switch.

To just be able to surrender yourself over to someone else’s control is something I was never able to do on my own until now.

I got my first speaking role this week. The director says I take direction beautifully.

 


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