Character Sketch about a Malevolent Porn Photographer Shopping for Rope.
The girls' hopeful eyes followed him as he strolled the isle of Home Depot for a suitable type of rope. They knew who he was and hope he would get to know them too. Dirty Davie didn't understand why it was so difficult to find a rope that looked delicate but was strong and could get the job done. He wouldn't want any of the sweet girls to know what was going to happen when the shoot began.
"Pornstar Dancing" started to blast from his pocket, as he reached for his phone Davie remembered that he had to get a new girl to shoot. He picked up a rope that should work and as he answered his phone looked at one of the girls who had been following him around the store, saying, "Meet me on the corner in ten, bring your appetite." He walked toward the counter talking on his phone only slightly aware of the girl behind him practically drooling hon herself. "Great," he thought, "I've picked a retard."
Walking out of the store, Dirty Davie lowered his voice and talked into the phone, "Yeah, I got one. Nobody should miss her, meet me in five." The girl, aptly named Candy, heard Davie say this but didn't think much of it. As far as she was concerned, she was in the presence of a god. A porn photographing god. Candy skipped behind the seemingly harmless yet exceptionally renown porn photographer and suddenly wondered why he had to pick a new girl to shoot? He'd shot hundreds of girl, he WAS Dirty Davie after all.
"Davie?" she asked quietly
"What is it doll-face?"
"Why didn't you just get one of your previous girls to pose?"
Dirty Davie spun around in an instant and with malevolent eyes said, "Oh, don't worry about them, doll-face, those girls never come back." Shivers went up Candy's back. She probably should've run right then, but something in Davie's eyes told her that running wouldn't be a good idea.
Davie could tell she was thinking about leaving, they always try that. Davie sighed as he led whats-her-name into the abandoned warehouse and ordered her to take her clothes off. Once she was done, Davie slipped the recently purchased rope carefully around Candy's shaky arm, reassuring her that he was 'going for the gold' with this shot. Candy started to relax until a hooded man walked in. She looked at Davie nervously as he said, "Don't worry doll-face, no one will ever know." Then the hooded man came and tightened a rope around Candy's neck. Dirty Davie laughed as he headed back to Home Depot for more rope and another girl. "Always the same." He chuckled to himself. No questions were ever asked about Candy, she wasn't even missed.
The girls' hopeful eyes followed him as he strolled the isle of Home Depot for a suitable type of rope. They knew who he was and hope he would get to know them too. Dirty Davie didn't understand why it was so difficult to find a rope that looked delicate but was strong and could get the job done. He wouldn't want any of the sweet girls to know what was going to happen when the shoot began.
"Pornstar Dancing" started to blast from his pocket, as he reached for his phone Davie remembered that he had to get a new girl to shoot. He picked up a rope that should work and as he answered his phone looked at one of the girls who had been following him around the store, saying, "Meet me on the corner in ten, bring your appetite." He walked toward the counter talking on his phone only slightly aware of the girl behind him practically drooling hon herself. "Great," he thought, "I've picked a retard."
Walking out of the store, Dirty Davie lowered his voice and talked into the phone, "Yeah, I got one. Nobody should miss her, meet me in five." The girl, aptly named Candy, heard Davie say this but didn't think much of it. As far as she was concerned, she was in the presence of a god. A porn photographing god. Candy skipped behind the seemingly harmless yet exceptionally renown porn photographer and suddenly wondered why he had to pick a new girl to shoot? He'd shot hundreds of girl, he WAS Dirty Davie after all.
"Davie?" she asked quietly
"What is it doll-face?"
"Why didn't you just get one of your previous girls to pose?"
Dirty Davie spun around in an instant and with malevolent eyes said, "Oh, don't worry about them, doll-face, those girls never come back." Shivers went up Candy's back. She probably should've run right then, but something in Davie's eyes told her that running wouldn't be a good idea.
Davie could tell she was thinking about leaving, they always try that. Davie sighed as he led whats-her-name into the abandoned warehouse and ordered her to take her clothes off. Once she was done, Davie slipped the recently purchased rope carefully around Candy's shaky arm, reassuring her that he was 'going for the gold' with this shot. Candy started to relax until a hooded man walked in. She looked at Davie nervously as he said, "Don't worry doll-face, no one will ever know." Then the hooded man came and tightened a rope around Candy's neck. Dirty Davie laughed as he headed back to Home Depot for more rope and another girl. "Always the same." He chuckled to himself. No questions were ever asked about Candy, she wasn't even missed.