Goody Goody Scene

A scene I thought of driving away from McDonalds:

FAITH: Is this like confession?

RON: I’m not a priest.

FAITH: But close enough, right?

RON: We’re just two friends talking.

FAITH: I haven’t talked about this with anyone.

RON: It’s okay.

FAITH: Don’t want you to think less of me.

RON: Believe me, there’s nothing you could tell me that would make me think less of you.

FAITH: Okay. (Beat) I filmed a porn video.

(RON spits out his coffee.)

FAITH: I knew you’d get upset.

RON: No, it wasn’t... The coffee burned my mouth. (Beat) Please continue.

FAITH: That’s it. I was in a porn video.

RON: Like a professional video?

FAITH: I don’t think so. They gave me $150.

RON: What did you do?

FAITH: You know... (Smiles) Do I have to spell it out for you?

RON: I mean. What was it like? Was there a movie crew or something?

FAITH: Nope. There were two guys: one with a camera. One without a camera. I had sex with the one without the camera.

RON: Makes sense. How did you get the job?

FAITH: Some guy was at the club, met me in back for a lap dance and said that I should be an actress. I kinda leapt at that, I’ve always been in theatre. My degree is in theatre. He said there was a part for me in his “independent film.” He gave me his card: “Jimbo Productions.” I should’ve known from that name... He said there’d be some nudity involved and asked if I was comfortable with that. I turned around, faced him while I was grinding on him and said, “What do you think?” So, I went to the place where they were filming, this yellow house. The paint was peeling, the windows were dirty. Maybe they were filming a horror movie, or a movie about college or something. I knocked and there was the guy with the camera. They’d told me to where something ordinary, I wore jeans and a sweater. A turtleneck. I put my hair up, a couple of pieces coming down. I spent way more time than I should’ve on my hair that morning. I didn’t put on any make-up, I figured they were filming a movie, they’d have make-up or something. The guy with the camera led me to a couch where this other guy was. He was sitting there, his hand on his crotch. He had this wife-beater on, these baggy shorts and sandals. I remember thinking, “Dude, stop playing with yourself.” Little did I know, right? I sat down next to the guy and he starts asking me questions. (Puts on a voice) “You like sex?” Heh, heh, heh, heh.
(Back to her voice) Laughing like a dumbass. And I answered their questions until I got fed up with it, and said, “I came here to film a movie, let’s get to it.” And they both got this look on their faces like, “Alriiiight!” you know? And the guy on the couch stands up, reaches into his pants, and pulls out this $50 bill. “Fifty bucks. It can be yours. All you have to do is suck my dick.” Fifty bucks isn’t a lot of money, I get more than that for a lapdance... But I thought, “What the fuck?” I was there, I may as well. So I did it. And then after awhile, a hundred dollar bill is dropped on the floor in front of me. I played into the game, “What do I have to do for that?” And before I knew it, he was inside of me. The guy behind the camera became a cheerleader and a director: “Look at me, Faith. Look at me. Yeah. Move your head. That’s good. Your leg’s in the way. Spread your lips. Say you’re a bad girl. Say you want him to fuck you.” I’m used to hearing shit like that in my line of work, but this was... Really annoying. It was like having my mother hovering over me, and once I started hearing my mother’s voice, well, I couldn’t enjoy myself. So it was bad sex for bad pay. $150. I could’ve made that doing two lapdances and I wouldn’t’ve had to swallow some stranger’s... Sorry.

RON: Don’t be.

FAITH: So... That’s that.

(Long pause. FAITH drinks some coffee.)

RON: Do you have a copy of it?

FAITH: Why, you want to watch it?

RON: Nonono, I’m curious.

FAITH: They gave me a copy. I’ve never watched it. I can’t bring myself to watch it.

RON: Do you feel ashamed?

FAITH: No. I just have no reason to watch it. I wouldn’t, you know, “get off” on seeing myself have sex. It doesn’t do anything for me.

RON: Makes sense.