Reading: "Altar of Incantation" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)

 

May 1984

“We do you start shooting?” Pamela asks, sitting at a small table inside Gina Silvana’s East Side apartment, as Silvana, pacing back and forth, her blond hair tied back into a ponytail is intently eyeing a collection of stapled pages, with a single page folded over to the left.
“Saturday, next weekend…” Placing the script down onto the table in front of Pamela, she leans down towards a small mirror with three lines of cocaine on it, with a metallic tune lying beside the mirror, she inserts the tube into her left nostril, with here right index finger, she closes her right nostril and draws up a single line of coke. Standing up right, wiping her nose slightly with her left middle finger, for any residual coke, to which she the places in her mouth and in unconscious manner, licking the same finger. “...Hence you, assisting with the lines.”
Pamela leans across, and also snorts a neatly spread of coke. “Well, you provided the lines of coke.”
Both women laugh.
“Ok, lets begin from…” Silvana folds the page over. “...What do you mean it’s an Alien? Dialogue.” She sets the pages down, inhales, closing her eyes, quickly opening them, looking at Pamela. And in a metaphorical way, with both hands she urges Pamela to begin the dialogue.
“What do you mean it’s an Alien?”
“Well, Jacob, he…” Silvana in a serious prose looks up at the ceiling of kitchen, then at Pamela. “...He saw them all, they were frozen in these massive fridges.”
Pamela looks at sheet of paper with her lines. “And you believe him? You remember, that he had a nervous breakdown after his Second wife left him. Maybe his brain, is not s sharp as it used to be. Maybe he made all this up.”
“I want to believe him and he could have made all this up, but you know Stan, what I am at the end of the day is an investigative journalist, my duty is to find the truth. And the truth, no matter how hard it is to see, is to attain. Sometimes the hidden, sometimes it doesn’t make sense. But, this would be the story of the year. And I am determined to find out this truth. And reveal it. The people have a right to know.” Silvana urges Pamela to stand, to which they both embrace.
“So…” Silvana looks down at the pages of the script next to the mirror with the cocaine. “...We have sex in the next sequence…”
Pamela sits down, as does Silvana, sitting opposite her. “...You’re meant to be a Professor of Cryo…” She looks blankly at Pamela.
“Cryogenics?”
Silvana shrugs her shoulders. “That’s the one I think.”
“Read about it in Penthouse Magazine, one of their articles.’
“Still waiting for the offer?”
“Nude?” Pamela asks, as she sips from a glass of water.
“Why not! Have been nude in so many scenes…” She leans down, snorting another line of coke. “… in Ninja Retaliation: Apocalypse, me and the main actor, actually fucked on set.”
Pamela crosses her legs over, looking down that the mirror with a single coke like remaining, contemplating doing another line, turning her attention to Silvana, who has unclipped her ponytail, allowing her hair to fall to her shoulders. “Really? I didn’t know that.”
“You’ve know the scene?”
Leaning forward, she decides to do the last line of coke, snorting it up, then quickly leaning back, inhaling the powder collected to her inner nose hairs. “I do, watched the movie here. Remember? With those two guys, apparently they were stunt men or something.”
“They claimed they were. I think they just wanted a fuck, and for me to put in a good word for them with a producer somewhere. Hence, the power of a B-Grade actress,” Silvana replies smiling.
Pamela nods, sipping from the glass of water. “Well, we did fuck that night. Did you put in a good word for them?”
“Nope!…” Both women laugh, as turns and looks towards the kitchen window with a pondering expression on her face. “...But, the love scene, was obviously not supposed to be actual sex. He had a condom on anyway, the director and crew were filming behind this screen, apparently to create intimacy. And it kinda slipped in, his cock. I mean, if you look at the scene really carefully, you can see, before the angle changes. It was an action flick, not a porno. We got carried away. It was so funny, like the scene goes for about Five minutes, and that was it, the wardrobe person came over and gave us both bathrobes, the actor rushes off with this erection in tow…”
Pamela tilts her head back laughing, with Silvana trying to hold back her own laughter. “..And he had another scene to shoot, some Ninja stuff straight after the sex scene.”
Pamela, almost in hysterics, placing her hand to her forehead. “All my god, that’s fucking hilarious. You never told me the whole story. It’s a classic. Poor guy, he must have been bursting.”
“So was I, later that day we fucked like crazy. Amazing sex, in the his trailer on set. Like, you know when it's interrupted? Having unfinished sex, and then the anticipation of later on to finish it off. That and the stress of making a movie. He came so quickly, and did he spurt a load! His orgasm…” Silvana starts to laugh again. “...The scream! He was so fucking loud, like he goes AHHH, for about a minute, spurting away.”
Pamela clutches her chest. “Stop! You’re killing me! It’s too much, such a funny story.”
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Reading: "Altar of Incantation" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)