Chapter 9
Annie: where r u
Daveed: just gt off work
Annie: come over 911
Daveed: omw
Annie paced in circles while she waited for Daveed. How could he work with this guy? He was such an asshole, so evil.
Finally she heard the knock and opened the door to see her friend’s face full of concern for her. “What’s up girlfriend, why the 911?”
“Oh my God, Daveed, that dickwad is so mean, he’s an asshole, how can you work for him?” she cried, her face turning red.
“Hold on, sweetie, what did he do?” Daveed wrapped her in his arms to soothe her. “Calm down, I’m here, tell me what’s going on.”
“He used me,” she sobbed. “The asshole used me and then threw me away like a piece of trash.”
“Here now, honey, tell me all about it, Daveed is here for you.” Rubbing her back with his hand, he handed her a tissue.
Trying to compose herself, she sat down on the couch and continued. “Well, you know I had that second audition?”
“Yes, honey, and you said it went well.”
“It did and he was so nice. I thought at the first audition he was just having a bad day.” She paused and blew her nose.
“And?”
“I saw him today, in… in the elevator. I had that commercial and… and he invited me into his office to talk to him then he locked the door and…” She couldn’t finish, the sobs wracking her thin frame.
“Did he, you know, uh, hurt you?”
“Oh no, no, nothing like that. It started out like a dream, he was so nice, so sexy, so convincing. I thought he really liked me, wanted me.” She hung her head, once again feeling her stupidity wash over her.
She stood up and went to the kitchen “You want something to drink?”
“Sure, honey, anything diet. Now, calm down and tell me what happened.”
Pouring a glass of wine, she continued, “Well, we did it on the desk and it felt so good and I thought maybe, just maybe he wasn’t a bad guy. The sex was amazing and then he just zipped up his pants and said something really stupid like ‘thanks, I’ll tell the director’ or something like that.”
Tears started pouring down her face again. “I mean like… like I was a piece of meat. A fucking piece of meat!!”
Daveed stood up and went to the kitchen, taking a sip of his soda on the way, “Oh honey, I’m sorry, I tried to tell you. He’s always like that. He’s a man whore. A full blown, doesn’t-know-how-to-treat-a-woman man whore. I’m so sorry, honey.”
“I just feel so dirty. I’ve never had to put out to get anything. Daveed, how can you work for him?” Exasperated, she ran her fingers through her hair. “Oh, my God, what does that make me?”
“It makes you a very beautiful woman who has ambition and drive and wants the best out of life. Annie, there is nothing wrong with what you did. Everyone does it,” he sighed.
She burst out in tears again. “But I’m not everyone!”
“Oh, honey, don’t cry.” He grabbed another tissue and wiped her tears. “Look on the bright side... you got hugged, kissed, cuddled, and fucked silly from the hottest bach around. He’s fucking rich, too.” He took a drink, grabbed her hand and walked her to the sofa. “Well, at least it was good.”
She smiled a grim smile. “Yes, it was yummy, that’s the problem. It was good and then the bastard ruined it. I’m not a ho. I don’t just fuck and walk, you know that.”
“Oh hell to the no, you not a ho!!” He snapped his fingers in time to his words, finally making her laugh. ”Lighten up, baby doll. You got laid by a hunk, he even said thank you. Too bad he didn’t pay you for it—or did he?” Daveed laughed at his own joke, probably a ploy to get her to loosen up.
“I just wish I could do something to make him feel as crappy as he made me feel. Asshole.”
“And I’m sure there are hundreds of other girls that feel the same way.”
“Hundreds?”
“Yes Ma’am. He’s always taking hoochies up in there. I told you, he’s a man whore, and I’m not lyin’.” His eyes widened as he said the words, “Oh God, honey, please tell me you used protection.”
“Yes, we did. Do you know who these girls are?”
“I could find out easily, I mean Gertie is all over that. She’s like fuckin’ CIA or something.”
“Could you ask her? I wonder who these girls are and if they ever got any good parts.”
“Maybe. I mean most of the younger girls are called back only for a fuck, they think if they give him a piece, he’s gonna give them the part. Just like you. He apparently is a skilled actor too,” he added quickly when he saw her face fall. “It happens all the frickin’ time.”
Annie looked at her friend sternly. “I hope you don’t do that when you set up your own shop.”
Daveed gave her a wicked smile. “Well, not with the girls.”
She slapped him on the arm, and he protested, “I’m only joking. You know that.”
Annie returned to the matter at hand. “So what about those other girls?”
“Well,” he said thoughtfully, “I know some of them will be at the office next Friday, since the bastard’s birthday is on Saturday. They’re still tryin’ to fuck that dick head for lead parts.”
“This Saturday? It’s his birthday? Do you know if he has a date?”
He shook his head, “No, honey, I don’t. But I’ll find out. I’m his assistant—I know everything that man does. Well, except what goes on behind closed doors. Okay, yeah, I know all about that too. Just not with you.” Annie drummed her fingers on the coffee table, “Hmmmm …. I’ve got to think. I may have an idea.”
“Oh, honey what is it – what? I wanna know. Oooh, I love surprises.” He leaned in to listen to a plan quickly forming in her head.