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Copyright © 1999 David Gullen.
All rights reserved and reproduction without written permission expressly prohibited.
The BDM
Hollywood is full of beautiful women. Every one of them will tell you that they'll do
anything to get into the movies. What they mean is that they'll let you fuck them a few times
and maybe get a little rough if that's your scene. Finding one who would really do anything
was a little harder. Finding one with a shit load of money was even worse.
Min Nakarja was sloe-eyed and golden skinned. Her sex tasted of sweet almonds, her
hair was jet. She was wealthy, she could act and she craved true fame rather than the
notoriety she seemed doomed to endure. Until I offered her a chance at the BDM she had no
hope of achieving her dream. She was seven and a half feet tall and had 'featured' in three of
the most bizarre pornographic films ever made. When she said, "Stuart, I will do anything to
be in your movie", I knew she meant every word.
Finding a cosmetic surgeon was a damned sight easier. While Min recuperated, I
worked on the screenplay. Mazurski had begun shooting. Every morning I met him on set to
talk over what I had written.
Six weeks later Min Nakarja had fully recovered from her operation. What little
bruising remained she concealed with makeup. I drove her to the studio. She walked onto
set barefoot, wrapped in an ankle length cobalt blue silk robe. The film crew fell silent,
several of them had seen her three videos, seen what she had done with seven naked dwarves
ripped to the tits on Viagra. We walked over to Mazurski. He stared up at her open mouthed.
She looked down at him with unfathomable oriental femininity and opened her robe.
Her left breast was glass. Beneath it, behind crystal ribs, beat her own living red
heart.
[End of this extract. The full story was published in Albedo 1 #19, August 1999]
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