Well it is a semi long story that I'll attempt to make short.  There
was a movie house owner in my little home-burg that didn't put much
into the place as far as repairs & capital investments go.  He did in
fact have a bimbo wife as described above who would tool about town in
a variety of specialty cars to include an Excalibur if any of ya all
remember them. (www.excaliburcars.com if you don't).

The old-man turned the place into a porno complex in the 70's and
started racking in the dough.  The old Movie House screened the
full-featured adult films that were in vogue in the 70's.  The old
Refreshment area was turned into peep-show booths.  Later he added an
area called the Roman Spa that supposedly offered massages.

One day I was driving around this girl that I used to see off & on who
was looking for a job.  I guess our relationship could be best be
described as a "booty call" kind of thing.  She isn't having much luck
in getting a job when she spies a help wanted ad on the old Movie
House's Marquee and asks me to stop.  (Yeah I sorta kind of looked at
her funny, but what the hell her life).  She toddles on in and I
commence to sit & wait like at all the other places we have stopped at
that day.  After a long while I begin to wonder what the hell is
taking so damn long so I decide to go in an tell her to shake a leg as
I am hungry.  I open the door and there ain't a soul in the place
`cept the perv that hands out quarters.  I ask him where the girl is
that came in an hour ago and he gives me the infamous "what girl".  

Now this guy maybe a perv, but he is BIG, so I went back outside and
got my little Colt .380 auto that I used to carry around in my car and
slide a tire iron up the sleeve of my jacket in order to go back in
and ask my question again.  So back in I walk tire Iron slid up the
sleeve of my strong arm and Colt cupped in my other hand.  This time I
use my big boy voice and ask where the "F" the girl is.  This time he
goes "Oh, she's in the back with the boss & his wife".  I walk around
Joe Perv's perch behind the counter and go into the "Bosses" office.

Well there ain't no boss or booty call girl, but there is this Blonde
sitting there.  She's the kind that looks good in one light, but not
all that great in another.  Sort of old & tired even though she was
only about 25 or so.  So I now ask the skank where booty call girl is.
She says the boss is giving her a tour of the biz.  Yeah right I know
what kind of tour.  She offers me a seat to wait.  As I'm sitting down
the Tire Iron slips out of my jacket sleeve.  I also flash the Colt as
I attempt to grab it before it hits the floor.  Well Skanky's Doe Eyes
go all wide at the sight of that.  She asks me if I "Take Care of my
Women" and is that thing loaded.  I tell her the place has a little
bit of a rep and all I want to do is grab up booty call girl & throw
groceries as I haven't eaten all day.

Long story short, she engaged me in conversation and it seems that
along with being the Bimbo (not wife) of the local Porno King, she is
also his Star actress of the peep show flicks.  Seems sometimes her
co-stars can get a bit rough and she is looking for a Bodyguard and
wants to know if I am interested in the Gig.  This basically includes
driving her into NYC for the peep show shoots, hanging around while
she does her thing and then driving her back to our little burg.  Now
this the 74/75 timeframe and I am a full-time College Student living
off $25 bucks a week that my old man sends me for groceries and she
offers me $500 a week to be her lap dog.  While I am pondering the
offer Booty Call girl shows back up and we leave to go eat.  

I've often wondered what turn my life would have taken had I took her
up on her offer.  Dead in some alley?  Strung out junkie?  Or Porno
King of nowhere NJ?  Come to think of it, I haven't even thought of
this in a way long time.  Wonder what happened to Booty Call girl as
well.  Never saw her again after that day, but I did see her picture
in the back of a Playboy hawking condoms about three years later.  I
think they still use that print ad.

Worth the price of admission & Popcorn?