Messy love. Erick Poladov

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      Matthew was Carla’s best friend. They met at the pool, where they both used to go until they were completely immersed in work – Matthew began to receive more orders in his car service, and Carla began to work on improving her skills, coming up with new positions and discovering new erogenous zones for her clients. She continued to develop her skills, even though all her clients were already happy to be in bed with her. BUT! Carla still wanted to be special, even if she was a whore. Matthew often came to her with a disc of some new Hollywood release, which they watched late at night, sitting in front of the TV with a bottle of something non-alcoholic. From the moment they met, they congratulated each other on every date marked in red on the calendar, without missing a single holiday. And they celebrated the last two New Years together; plus Georgina and several other friends were with them, with whom it turned out to be a small New Year’s get-together. At the friend’s birthday party a couple of weeks ago, Carla was remembered for the fact that thanks to her, Matthew became the owner of a painting in which he was depicted leaning against the front fender of a silver Ford Shelby Mustang GT 500 model. It was essentially a reproduction of the poster for the movie Gone in 60 Seconds. This was Matthew’s favorite movie. The painter did an excellent job on the canvas, which was practically no different from the image on the poster, except for the detail that instead of Nicolas Cage’s head in the drawing, it was Matthew’s; he was dressed in exactly the same clothes in which Cage masterfully curbed Eleanor’s1 violent temper.

      They were driving along a suburban night highway. The roar of a Chevrolet Camarro was heard inside the car, which Matthew had personally assembled for two and a half years, purchasing used parts of this model. Polished wheels emitted lunar reflections, and xenon headlights cast a dazzling glow onto the asphalt. The needle on the speedometer was already crossing the second hundred, the selector switched to fourth gear, speed and power took over their bodies, Carla indifferently threw the Marlboro cigarette butt out the window, and a frightened hare ran off the side of the road. A disc was playing inside, on which the world’s best hits from different eras were recorded. That evening the singers were mainly Modern Talking, Sting, Madonna, Kylie Minogue and Liza Minnelli.

      Thirty-four kilometers from the suburbs, Matthew parked the Camarro on the very edge of a cliff. They both climbed onto the back and, sitting on the roof of the car, admired the rising of the full moon against the background of a clear sky, decorated with an abundance of bright stars. They chatted about everything that came to mind, and when two people take turns smoking a joint of marijuana, a lot of things come to mind.

      Handing the rolled cigarette into Matthew’s hands, Carla asked:

      – So what did you want to talk about?

      – A classmate came to see me this week. He was passing through and stopped by in transit. You know, I went crazy when I saw what he arrived in and what he was wearing. He achieved considerable success.

      – And what exactly did he succeed in?

      – But this is the most interesting thing. He said he produces films for adults.

      – Seriously? – Carla asked with a loud laugh.

      – Four years ago he opened his own porn studio. They have already made more than a thousand films.

      Carla curled her lips into a tube, making a loud whistle of surprise as she accepted the rolled-up cigarette from Matthew’s hand.

      – Just imagine. But he says his company still hasn’t matured to the level of even average porn producers. The cast in his films does not have famous names. All the men and girls are completely debutants in this business. And every time the best personnel are lured away by some wealthy competitor. And then he also quarreled with the only good director.

      – Continue – Carla said intrigued, returning the joint.

      – So, we were sitting in a bar, and when he talked about the quarrel with the director and that it was a problem to find a good director, a thought suddenly popped into my head. I told him СКАЧАТЬ