Page 1 of Scoring Chance
Prologue
Dean
Dean Winchester, porn star.
It doesn’t have a nice ring to it, though my name can easily be a porno stage name. I’m sitting in makeup and waiting for my cue to join my hot wife on what is to be the most-talked about achievement in our lives.
It took me a while to get on board. I was adamant that no matter how much it was spun, no matter how much money we both made from it, it was not a porn tape; it was not a sex tape.
It is a performance art piece. Let’s face it – when you’re known for shootouts, you really don’t want to be known for your money shot.
My wife was surprisingly okay with it. I don’t know if it had something to do with that asshole manager of hers or the fact it’s not really her first time in front of a camera (and I really don’t want to know). But she promised I would hardly be featured and she would be the star. I wanted to tell her that’s pretty much what every porno is like; no one really cares about the guy.
Then I remembered people would be a lot more interested in me…and I became quiet.
We hired the best advertising agency in town, and one of Hollywood’s top directors is involved, and now I’m waiting for them to tell me when. Bobby told me not to worry about my performance. His words, ‘Don’t worry about the shot, just focus on her G-spot.’ And that’s what I plan to do.
I’m joking about this but this is a serious matter. If this idea doesn’t work, I’m screwed and became an unintentional, permanent guest in someone’s storyline next reality season. I need this to work to shut her up.
I need this to work for many reasons. In fact, I can think of 300 million of them.
