The Ranch Page #2

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mine or yours?

Do me a favor.

Save that kind of language for the clients.

You don't like it so much,

what're you doing being a madam anyways?

Manager.

Whatever.

The truth?

It was the best-paying job I could find.

Yeah. Same here.

$400. Half and half.

-$400 for a BJ and a straight lay?

-Yeah.

-That's a lot.

-Not for me.

-Here you go.

-Thanks.

So you know what a "half and half" is?

I guess you've worked before.

Not in Nevada. In LA. Last couple of years.

Time for a change of scenery, you know?

Here's this all.

You people are strict here.

Licenses, checkups every week.

Man!

Let me tell you how it goes here.

The girls are on for three weeks,

working 10 to 12-hour shifts every day.

Then they're off for a week.

Sometimes, we have girls

who just work weekends...

and the house gets half of everything

you make.

Sounds all right.

I'm sorry.

Is it possible that we've met before?

Because you look awfully familiar.

Yo Brooklyn, that TV show

bunch of years back?

Vonetta Knight, of course.

You play the sister.

Yep.

My son and I watch the reruns

on Nickelodeon.

Let me ask you something.

That Rashad?

Played my little brother on the show.

How old you think he was

when I was on it? How old?

-Thirteen? Fourteen?

-Nineteen.

Nineteen years old, almost twenty.

But his arrogant daddylmanager

wants everybody to think he's some kid.

So one day, me and Rashad

are getting on in the dressing room...

daddy walks in,

old man just about has a stroke.

Next week, the script comes out

and my character's dead in a car wreck.

I got them the highest rating ever,

those moron losers!

Excuse me.

So why did you stop? You were good.

'Cause daddy goes round town...

telling everybody

I'm some piece of garbage.

Job ends and suddenly I can't get arrested...

except on Hollywood Boulevard,

but that's another story.

Anyhow, those charges didn't stick.

I'm sorry that happened to you.

Yeah, well.

Look, here's what.

End of every show...

we'd all come out and the audience

would give us a standing ovation.

It didn't matter, every single week,

standing "O."

And when I'm with a john

and I do my sex thing, I watch him.

I watch him get happy.

His thing is standing straight up

because of me.

So. You got room for me?

-You want this?

-You don't?

I'm lucky to be getting away

with flight attendant.

I don't think he'll buy lion tamer

on top of that.

You going to tell him ever?

Why would l?

It's who you are.

It's who I was.

You must have some on-off switch

somewhere that I never saw.

Where's it, on your butt?

No, wait, I've seen your butt.

Yeah, and so has half the population

of Nevada.

And I don't think my fiance

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