fifty dollars.
travelling with a trucker. picked up while hitching. heading somewhere toward
la. california. talking about strange things. best. worst experiences
hitching. he was stabbed by a truck driver once. he says. got a blow job.
driver paid him fifty dollars. asking me if id ever prostitute. giving him
the run around, as he casually slips by questions. trying to lead to more
questions. but i answer them the wrong way. and he has no more questions to
ask. easy to circumvent him. casually mentioning hes gay. i make no
comment.
later. telling me he works for a porn magazine. how i could make lots of
money doing porn. five hundred fifty for eleven photographs. lot of money
for an hour or two work. of course, he needs to recommend me. needs to see
what i look like naked. erect. if i can come in the presence of strangers.
says it pays fifty dollars. so in chicago. his company flying him back to
arizona. leaving the truck out there. he rents a hotel room. and i come
out naked. profile. gives me porn magazines to help me get erect. (so very
hard to do in front of a strange gay man you dont really trust). against
the wall. then masturbate. i come. he says okay. get dressed. gives me the
money the next day. as i hitch out to indiana. visit an old friend. the
money was nice for the nothing i did. and he probably was lying. but if he
wasnt. i have a phone number in palm springs. and i can make five hundred
and fifty dollars next time im out there. for a little more of nothing.
muse@musespace.com