Ryan was a Canadian writer for a soap opera in the states. He had conference calls for meetings and never really had to leave his home for his long distance job. He was there up and coming writer and he had the freshest material that would strike viewwers as new and interesting instead of new plots that were the same ol'bit like kicking a dead horse.
Not every writer had the talent that ryan had, and he was very much envied for it. but unfortunately no one had a clue of the secret of his success was. Ryan was a professional peeping tom. That's right how else could he get real life scandel and problems people could relate to then from the mouths of the everyday viewers. He had purposely lived in high rises for his career he had the best surevelance equipment and private dick would envy him for.
his view on life was why work hard night after night and the drawing board when people can bring the ideas to him. You could catch ryan following police radio reports on domestic abuse or to court trials on custody battles or divorice. He watched the bars for the cheaper scandel and had on ocassion had survelance on dorm rooms or frat parties. he had been watching the highrise ajacent to his for some time and had the best stories of lives. Each window to each condo a tv into the real reality shows
1. mrs.Peters- divoriced drunk who lived on welfare checks as her spouse won everything in court
2. Miss Davis- a kindergarden teacher in a controling relationship over a cheating live in boyfriend she had no proff just suspisions which were right
3. Charles bentlee- a gay university professor with a young boyfriend that looked like the original canadian lumberjack. trying to adopt or get a suraget from one of thier lezbian friends was a constant battle
4.surgay ander- a russian imagrant ballet dancer who was dating a underaged student of his
there were many more condo's 500 to be exact but these were the most interesting of them all. He often posed as a friend to a few of them just to get more info.
What ryan was doing was unscruplious and wrong but after the first year of it after being fired from the editing job at readers digest he found it addicting to his shattered world.
ryan 5 years ago was a editor for readers digest, unfortunatle he got fired or as they called it replaced on the corprate ladder. he did everything right , always followed the rules and took pride in beig a writer or editor in a well known company.
after he was fired ryan had a nervous breakdown and during that breakdown he was offered a job from a friend as one of the writers ot a soap opera in the states. He was going to say no when he noticed a fight happening in the condo accross from him. the man was going to kill that poor womanthe way he was hurting her so he called the police after he told his freind he'd call him back.
he watched in horoor as the police barely made it in time, the ambulence was called and she was in the hospital for 3 months. Ryan visited her everyday and they became close freinds. when he went home after the first visit to the hospital he felt a sudden charge of exhileration. He helped someone and as he looked for it seemed like the first time at the other windows he observed how much he was missing. At that moment he picked up the phone accepted the job and that was the start of his voyerism fetish.
ryan was paid more than any other writer in the company, he felt that his once goody 2 shoes bit in his last job got him nothing but a severence pay and a deminishing carreer, but this job he was powerful.
He even got contracted out for other hiring jobs, the demand for his skills grew as the years went by. ryan told me he had no remorse for spying on people because it saved that freind of his and got him a job where he felt on top of the world. But he did need to talk to soemone about it, so he came every week to my office, secrets were safe here.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Shakespear's Anne Hathaway does Dallas
My bartender has an interesting career that started a year ago and is now much in demand. it started in her late teens when she quietly started to read her first harlequin romance. It was a secret pleasure, kind of embarrassing really to like the smutty books that she nick named, "house wife porn", but she liked them all the same.
My bartender of the pub down the street name was Parker Johnson. A gorgeous strawberry blonde with a body to kill. She had been dating George Marx a commerse student for quite sometime and recently got engaged. It was the day she burst into my office that I was forced to listen to a interesting dilema.
I t had been awhile since they did anything mew in the sack and she proceded to tell me that one spicy night they decided to celebrate their anniversary by making a sex tape. they were very into it until the end where they got into a heated argument. George had seen many pornography video's in his time and wanted to do a classic money shot like a real pornstar. unfortunately Parker did not she hated the money shot and she was not the only one many of the women she talked to hated it as well.
He said,"i thought you wanted to do this"
and she responded,"this is supposed to be mutual romantic not your highschool dream to degrate women, im not doing it i'm uncomfortable with it."
after a few more minutes of arguing Parker asked him to leave and she took the tape for herself to keep. She kept thinking of what they argued about and wondered if this guy would treat her unfairly with other things in life. But soemthing strange came over her the more she thought about it. She went overside to the dresser beside her bed and thought about why she like the book smut and not his."
then it came to her...women were just as sex crazed as men we just wanted high passionate sex with some class, not the kind that you can pay any hooker down the street for.
she loved the sex scenes in the books and the many different ways you canmake love to a woman. what women wanted was lust and passion, women needed porn that suited there desires..
Parker thought of a few pornstars who she saw in interviews wanting more lines and dialoge...men were horrid at script writing thats why porn was so fake what if there were reall auditions for real actors who instead of faking the sex scene actually did the sex scene. it be the ultimate chick flick, women would love movies that were the real halequin romances, real sex sceens and no god damn money shot.
to do the classics like shakespear and greek mythology with live love scenes
Parker started do ing research day and night and started monday night meetings for women to join the topic of pornography for women she started her meetings at the poledanceing and berlesque shop downtown. Then she put up signs in the gay clubs and strip joints. She even got some interviews from a few of the stripers and went to a trip to amsterdamn to talk to the girls working the redlight district...and had a phone interview with a porn star from LA....
She found out she was not the only one who was tired of the porn industry and the demands of the men for bad sex
So Parker to much of the dread of her fiance started "fem-fairytale productions" a company dedicated to the classics and romance novels come to life with live love not sex scenes
the demand fo rher work started a boom in europe where she filmed. She was the underground up and coming producer and the rumours of her work were everywhere. Parker decided not to hit the mainstream if at all she wanted it to be a rumoured amazing thing and it was.
She was a hit and got even the attention of famous pornstar that is now a household name WHO STARED IN ONE OF HER FILMS.
Parker made it in university town because she sold her best movies to the rich society club members wives who secretly and dicretely loved her work. Parker once considered a trampy bartender to the society now was their madam of services requested to frustrated suberban housewives.
pARKER
My bartender of the pub down the street name was Parker Johnson. A gorgeous strawberry blonde with a body to kill. She had been dating George Marx a commerse student for quite sometime and recently got engaged. It was the day she burst into my office that I was forced to listen to a interesting dilema.
I t had been awhile since they did anything mew in the sack and she proceded to tell me that one spicy night they decided to celebrate their anniversary by making a sex tape. they were very into it until the end where they got into a heated argument. George had seen many pornography video's in his time and wanted to do a classic money shot like a real pornstar. unfortunately Parker did not she hated the money shot and she was not the only one many of the women she talked to hated it as well.
He said,"i thought you wanted to do this"
and she responded,"this is supposed to be mutual romantic not your highschool dream to degrate women, im not doing it i'm uncomfortable with it."
after a few more minutes of arguing Parker asked him to leave and she took the tape for herself to keep. She kept thinking of what they argued about and wondered if this guy would treat her unfairly with other things in life. But soemthing strange came over her the more she thought about it. She went overside to the dresser beside her bed and thought about why she like the book smut and not his."
then it came to her...women were just as sex crazed as men we just wanted high passionate sex with some class, not the kind that you can pay any hooker down the street for.
she loved the sex scenes in the books and the many different ways you canmake love to a woman. what women wanted was lust and passion, women needed porn that suited there desires..
Parker thought of a few pornstars who she saw in interviews wanting more lines and dialoge...men were horrid at script writing thats why porn was so fake what if there were reall auditions for real actors who instead of faking the sex scene actually did the sex scene. it be the ultimate chick flick, women would love movies that were the real halequin romances, real sex sceens and no god damn money shot.
to do the classics like shakespear and greek mythology with live love scenes
Parker started do ing research day and night and started monday night meetings for women to join the topic of pornography for women she started her meetings at the poledanceing and berlesque shop downtown. Then she put up signs in the gay clubs and strip joints. She even got some interviews from a few of the stripers and went to a trip to amsterdamn to talk to the girls working the redlight district...and had a phone interview with a porn star from LA....
She found out she was not the only one who was tired of the porn industry and the demands of the men for bad sex
So Parker to much of the dread of her fiance started "fem-fairytale productions" a company dedicated to the classics and romance novels come to life with live love not sex scenes
the demand fo rher work started a boom in europe where she filmed. She was the underground up and coming producer and the rumours of her work were everywhere. Parker decided not to hit the mainstream if at all she wanted it to be a rumoured amazing thing and it was.
She was a hit and got even the attention of famous pornstar that is now a household name WHO STARED IN ONE OF HER FILMS.
Parker made it in university town because she sold her best movies to the rich society club members wives who secretly and dicretely loved her work. Parker once considered a trampy bartender to the society now was their madam of services requested to frustrated suberban housewives.
pARKER
Saturday, November 27, 2010
a comliment a wiggle and a wink
POUNDING THE PAVEMENT with her sneakers Mrs.Embers slowed to a comfortable pace as she neared the coffee shoppee. The coffee shoppee was the end of the road to her daily jogging routine and she always ordered a London fog when there. You could tell she had a vigorous routine from her rough appearance, her hair in a bun and the wind torn stray hairs in a disarray. Her outfit was less than flattering with the overly baggy pleated elastic waste and knee stretched men's jogging pants. her long-sleeve t-shirt had freshly made sweat stains that covered the old ones in the usual places. Her only reason for being in the coffee shoppee was to reward herself with a rich piping cup of London fog after a challenging routine.
But today was different today she was attractive. Today Mrs.Embers was in lulu lemon yoga pants, that show the years of paid off effort of regular exercise to her figure. The pants a gift from her daughter for her birthday, a much needed gift to the opinion of the coffee shop staff. Even her hair was better, for it was all hidden in a ponytail hanging out of a base ball cap. And as for the ugly longsleave t-shirt with sweat stains,gone, replaced with a sleeveless spaghetti strapped tank top also from lulu lemon. She even had brand new sneakers to replace the LA.gear pink gilled ones she had since the 80's.
One person in particular took notice of Mrs.Embers appearance, Mr.Drisby, a man the coffee shoppee nicknamed "silver fox". An older gentlemen not short of looks in any department, he came in like clock work everyday to have his coffee and do his crossword puzzle before he had to go to work at the law firm he was partners in. Ever morning he came in it was the same, the women all took there seats to eye goggle and say silly giggle filled greetings as he passed by. This annoyed him to no end because they never gave him just a regular hello and left him alone. The only person he did like was Mrs.Embers because she never bothered him and he always took the time to say hi to her when she came in, and it drove the women nuts with jealousy when he did. In their opinion she looked like a sweaty hobo and they never said hi to her because of it.
Mr.Drisby always had a giggle at the sneers the other women would give her when he nodded a respectful greeting to her in the morning as she wore the less than appealing sports wear.But today he felt she earned some respect from the snobs of the city and he approached her at the counter.
"Mrs. Embers consider your tea on me today, a woman as fine a shape as you can't afford to buy her own drinks when she spent her money on proper fitting athletic wear, that you look incredible in by the way."
Mrs.Embers was taken back by the compliment.The chubby miss smith was adding her sugar twin to her coffee with her over eaters group when she looked over at the situation in distaste signalling the others to situation at hand.
"well Mr.drisby I had no intention of buying myself such things I was fine with what I had but my daughter threw out my old clothes and bought me these new ones. Seems she was not a fan of my wardrobe,so I can afford my drink no worries."
Mr.Drisby noticed the disapproving looks of the other women and decided to put a knot in there stockings
"NO Mrs.Embers today you've earned a cup of tea and breakfast on me, a woman who keeps a figure as lovely as yours should have a reward for her efforts."
Smiling and turning red from the attention she didn't know quite what to do with, Mrs. Embers accepted gracefully and went to her usual table. She enjoyed her breakfast and as she left the coffee shop Mr.drisby opened the door for her and walked her out to her car. unfortunately for the first time she caught the reflection of the ladies watching inside. To her amazement she watch dirty looks towards her and felt overly self conscious and hurt, what the hell did she do to them.
Mr. drisby caught the reaction of both parties and decided to intervene
"Mrs. embers everyday those women bother me with gossip dribble and sneer at you because you don't, it's not really anything to worry yourself about, pointless really."
So Mrs.Embers didn't bother with the women's reactions to her after that. But she did walk by them every morning and when she did she added a little wiggle which humoured Mr .Drisby to no end which he responded with a wink.
But today was different today she was attractive. Today Mrs.Embers was in lulu lemon yoga pants, that show the years of paid off effort of regular exercise to her figure. The pants a gift from her daughter for her birthday, a much needed gift to the opinion of the coffee shop staff. Even her hair was better, for it was all hidden in a ponytail hanging out of a base ball cap. And as for the ugly longsleave t-shirt with sweat stains,gone, replaced with a sleeveless spaghetti strapped tank top also from lulu lemon. She even had brand new sneakers to replace the LA.gear pink gilled ones she had since the 80's.
One person in particular took notice of Mrs.Embers appearance, Mr.Drisby, a man the coffee shoppee nicknamed "silver fox". An older gentlemen not short of looks in any department, he came in like clock work everyday to have his coffee and do his crossword puzzle before he had to go to work at the law firm he was partners in. Ever morning he came in it was the same, the women all took there seats to eye goggle and say silly giggle filled greetings as he passed by. This annoyed him to no end because they never gave him just a regular hello and left him alone. The only person he did like was Mrs.Embers because she never bothered him and he always took the time to say hi to her when she came in, and it drove the women nuts with jealousy when he did. In their opinion she looked like a sweaty hobo and they never said hi to her because of it.
Mr.Drisby always had a giggle at the sneers the other women would give her when he nodded a respectful greeting to her in the morning as she wore the less than appealing sports wear.But today he felt she earned some respect from the snobs of the city and he approached her at the counter.
"Mrs. Embers consider your tea on me today, a woman as fine a shape as you can't afford to buy her own drinks when she spent her money on proper fitting athletic wear, that you look incredible in by the way."
Mrs.Embers was taken back by the compliment.The chubby miss smith was adding her sugar twin to her coffee with her over eaters group when she looked over at the situation in distaste signalling the others to situation at hand.
"well Mr.drisby I had no intention of buying myself such things I was fine with what I had but my daughter threw out my old clothes and bought me these new ones. Seems she was not a fan of my wardrobe,so I can afford my drink no worries."
Mr.Drisby noticed the disapproving looks of the other women and decided to put a knot in there stockings
"NO Mrs.Embers today you've earned a cup of tea and breakfast on me, a woman who keeps a figure as lovely as yours should have a reward for her efforts."
Smiling and turning red from the attention she didn't know quite what to do with, Mrs. Embers accepted gracefully and went to her usual table. She enjoyed her breakfast and as she left the coffee shop Mr.drisby opened the door for her and walked her out to her car. unfortunately for the first time she caught the reflection of the ladies watching inside. To her amazement she watch dirty looks towards her and felt overly self conscious and hurt, what the hell did she do to them.
Mr. drisby caught the reaction of both parties and decided to intervene
"Mrs. embers everyday those women bother me with gossip dribble and sneer at you because you don't, it's not really anything to worry yourself about, pointless really."
So Mrs.Embers didn't bother with the women's reactions to her after that. But she did walk by them every morning and when she did she added a little wiggle which humoured Mr .Drisby to no end which he responded with a wink.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Steamy Nights of the Tokyo Traffic Jams
Panting and shivering a small Japanese Girl called Whytomi rang the bell for our Receptionist desk. She was not used to the cold Canadian winters and she ran from her bus stop to her appointment only to avoid another minute from being in the cold. She smiled and announced her appointment and the receptionist gladly paged me to greet the young girl to my office.
I started the usual paper work for her to sign and asked if she wanted any tea or fresh cakes we had to offer. Whytomi accepted and the receptionist was rang to bring 2 rose teas and a Pastry sized poppy seed cake. As Whytomi got comfortable she started her story as soon as the receptionist left the office.
"I came here six months ago, and now, I am missing my home in Tokyo. I can`t go back for another year and I miss the things we did back home, things that recently made a fool of me on a date I was on 3 days ago."
Astonished of what it could be I urged her to continue, and told her no judgement would come upon her and this was a safe place to talk to express her feelings and experiences .
Whytomi smiled with reassurance but still bowed her head to the ground embarrassed as she continued on.
"We have a lot of people in our city & we have much to do everyday. But there is a couple times of the day me and my friends really enjoy . The traffic Jams happen in the morning before school or work, and at night when workers go home to their families. People here get angry when traffic gets slow or stops, but in Tokyo we don't. "
"We have time to talk and spend time with our friends in the bad traffic. It's Like going for a cup of coffee with a friend for us. Or it is nice for a date to be in a traffic Jam because it's private in the car, a place to talk freely as we slowly try to get some where. I think it`s relaxing and romantic. I fell in love with a friend who drove me to school every day in the bad traffic, we got to know each other. Many of my friends pretend to leave our parents house to catch the bus only to be picked up not to far away by a friend or boy we like. It is a date to us and I miss it. "
"I had a date for the first time hear in Canada, we were coming back from dinner and we got stopped in traffic because there was an accident. I felt excited when it happened I was so home sick and lonely I made advances towards him but he was frustrated at the situation and rejected me. He hasn`t called me back and now I feel like a slut because I invited him to my apartment when I got home. He thought it was for sex but I just wanted to talk, he called me a tease. I don`t do these things this bad at home I`m just lonely for the Tokyo traffic jams and my friends and family and for that boy back home I like his name is Kenjiro."
Whytomi came back only a few times more before she moved back home.
Now when I find myself in bad traffic, I remember that sometimes slowing down is not such a bad thing to some people and somewhere Whytomi is with a boy she will date and someday marry or she is with her girl friends stuck in a Tokyo traffic Jam.
I started the usual paper work for her to sign and asked if she wanted any tea or fresh cakes we had to offer. Whytomi accepted and the receptionist was rang to bring 2 rose teas and a Pastry sized poppy seed cake. As Whytomi got comfortable she started her story as soon as the receptionist left the office.
"I came here six months ago, and now, I am missing my home in Tokyo. I can`t go back for another year and I miss the things we did back home, things that recently made a fool of me on a date I was on 3 days ago."
Astonished of what it could be I urged her to continue, and told her no judgement would come upon her and this was a safe place to talk to express her feelings and experiences .
Whytomi smiled with reassurance but still bowed her head to the ground embarrassed as she continued on.
"We have a lot of people in our city & we have much to do everyday. But there is a couple times of the day me and my friends really enjoy . The traffic Jams happen in the morning before school or work, and at night when workers go home to their families. People here get angry when traffic gets slow or stops, but in Tokyo we don't. "
"We have time to talk and spend time with our friends in the bad traffic. It's Like going for a cup of coffee with a friend for us. Or it is nice for a date to be in a traffic Jam because it's private in the car, a place to talk freely as we slowly try to get some where. I think it`s relaxing and romantic. I fell in love with a friend who drove me to school every day in the bad traffic, we got to know each other. Many of my friends pretend to leave our parents house to catch the bus only to be picked up not to far away by a friend or boy we like. It is a date to us and I miss it. "
"I had a date for the first time hear in Canada, we were coming back from dinner and we got stopped in traffic because there was an accident. I felt excited when it happened I was so home sick and lonely I made advances towards him but he was frustrated at the situation and rejected me. He hasn`t called me back and now I feel like a slut because I invited him to my apartment when I got home. He thought it was for sex but I just wanted to talk, he called me a tease. I don`t do these things this bad at home I`m just lonely for the Tokyo traffic jams and my friends and family and for that boy back home I like his name is Kenjiro."
Whytomi came back only a few times more before she moved back home.
Now when I find myself in bad traffic, I remember that sometimes slowing down is not such a bad thing to some people and somewhere Whytomi is with a boy she will date and someday marry or she is with her girl friends stuck in a Tokyo traffic Jam.
Welcome to University Town Soap Opera
Thank you for joining us this evening...
As a woman working in a coffee shoppe and a Part time psychologist I found the most fascinating cases and stories of desperation and dreams crushed or just starting in this city of students.
This is a town where you have to know someone to get the best jobs because everyone has got a education, so whats so special about you. Here your one in a million so you better be part of the City society Club or else your job at minimum wage is as good as it gets.
People are rarely originally from the city, for most of us are escapies from the dying farming community we came from, all of us have our reasons for leaving our villages and town and every one of us know that this city is just one big small town, each of us trying to escape our old lives to start a new one.
With rent and morgages rising and tutition sky rocketing it`s a tough town, but some of us do make it here without going home with our tails between our legs, or going on the goverment check in the ghetto nights section of town.
So here are the stories of the city enjoy the ride
As a woman working in a coffee shoppe and a Part time psychologist I found the most fascinating cases and stories of desperation and dreams crushed or just starting in this city of students.
This is a town where you have to know someone to get the best jobs because everyone has got a education, so whats so special about you. Here your one in a million so you better be part of the City society Club or else your job at minimum wage is as good as it gets.
People are rarely originally from the city, for most of us are escapies from the dying farming community we came from, all of us have our reasons for leaving our villages and town and every one of us know that this city is just one big small town, each of us trying to escape our old lives to start a new one.
With rent and morgages rising and tutition sky rocketing it`s a tough town, but some of us do make it here without going home with our tails between our legs, or going on the goverment check in the ghetto nights section of town.
So here are the stories of the city enjoy the ride
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