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Sinful Salvation
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Chapter 2: Let's Make a Movie
Friday, August 23, 2013
David Wright had a lot on his plate. It was the beginning of his senior year at Golden State University, and he was on track to graduate with honors and a major in Film Studies. He was already applying for internships at the major Hollywood Studios, and getting positive feedback from all of them for his undergraduate work.
Granted, none of them saw his personal collection. David was addicted to pornography; watching it, of course, but also filming it. Sometimes he was on camera as well. He came from a wealthy Japanese family, and used plenty of the money to pay Golden State coeds to appear in his films. Some of them appeared on the internet (but never the ones he was on camera for... those remained in his personal stash).
He was also the Resident Advisor for the students living on the twelfth floor of McCallister Hall. Mostly freshmen and sophomores, but also a few upper classmen. He had his plate full with the responsibilities of running the floor. The part he hated the most about the job was having to be the bad guy. Students weren't allowed to have alcohol (or drugs) on campus, and during the weekends he had to be vigilant to make sure the kids didn't get too wild. He knew they were going to drink and smoke weed or whatever. They just had to keep it on the down-low, and not flaunt it in front of him or anyone who actually worked for the University.
It was the first weekend after classes had started for the schoolyear. Actually, it wasn't really even the weekend yet; it was Friday morning, and David was about to leave for his 10am class. He gathered his books and headed out the door and down the hall. As he was passing the door of a freshman, Faith Evans, the door suddenly opened and Faith herself stumbled out, wearing naught but a towel wrapped around her and carrying a shower caddy loaded with shampoo, conditioner, body soap and a loofah.
David smelt the alcohol on her immediately. He caught her as she stumbled into him, nearly losing her towel. The door was still open, and David could see the nearly empty bottle of rum on the desk.
"Faith... Dammit, what's this about?" he asked her, nodding towards her room and the bottle. "It's way too early in the year for this."
Friday, August 23, 2013
David Wright had a lot on his plate. It was the beginning of his senior year at Golden State University, and he was on track to graduate with honors and a major in Film Studies. He was already applying for internships at the major Hollywood Studios, and getting positive feedback from all of them for his undergraduate work.
Granted, none of them saw his personal collection. David was addicted to pornography; watching it, of course, but also filming it. Sometimes he was on camera as well. He came from a wealthy Japanese family, and used plenty of the money to pay Golden State coeds to appear in his films. Some of them appeared on the internet (but never the ones he was on camera for... those remained in his personal stash).
He was also the Resident Advisor for the students living on the twelfth floor of McCallister Hall. Mostly freshmen and sophomores, but also a few upper classmen. He had his plate full with the responsibilities of running the floor. The part he hated the most about the job was having to be the bad guy. Students weren't allowed to have alcohol (or drugs) on campus, and during the weekends he had to be vigilant to make sure the kids didn't get too wild. He knew they were going to drink and smoke weed or whatever. They just had to keep it on the down-low, and not flaunt it in front of him or anyone who actually worked for the University.
It was the first weekend after classes had started for the schoolyear. Actually, it wasn't really even the weekend yet; it was Friday morning, and David was about to leave for his 10am class. He gathered his books and headed out the door and down the hall. As he was passing the door of a freshman, Faith Evans, the door suddenly opened and Faith herself stumbled out, wearing naught but a towel wrapped around her and carrying a shower caddy loaded with shampoo, conditioner, body soap and a loofah.
David smelt the alcohol on her immediately. He caught her as she stumbled into him, nearly losing her towel. The door was still open, and David could see the nearly empty bottle of rum on the desk.
"Faith... Dammit, what's this about?" he asked her, nodding towards her room and the bottle. "It's way too early in the year for this."
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