In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

her hands on her hips, looking at the footprints on the wall. She
lowered the goggles and stepped towards the bed. This went into Ng's
realtime setup and he adjusted the markers and fine tuned the
algorithms that calculated the 3D coordinates. He was still not that
familiar with the new Diva workstation and there was a steep learning
curve with these sophisticated new products, so this was taking a while.
"Wait a sec, Hung, I've been thinking this over." She walked
over to the control booth and had to tap on the Plexi, her audio out
was jammed now. Ng was too absorbed by his software to notice.
"Oh, yeah, new project! My customers sent me this outline,
more S&M, double penetration, group shots. We'll have to hire more
actors. And we'll need to modify the suit for back door action. yum,
yum, deeper, deeper, like that, yeah, ooh, giv'em what they want, baby,
baby!"
He wasn't even looking at her, he had his headphones on
pumped in his chair to the groove.
Without turning around, he lifted his hand, unaware of her
pounding on the Plexi.
He yelled into his microphone, "Stand upstage left, D3, got
that?"
Ula removed the goggles and hood, ripped off the gloves and
came through the swinging plexi door.
"This sucks. I'm sorry, Ng, but this wasn't part of the deal."
"What wasn't?"
"Hate to pop your bubble, but you're one crappy
choreographer, or whatever you call yourself, director, designer, pimp!
I'm sick of your adolescent fantasies, this whole scene is so disgusting it
makes me want to become a lesbian. You make me want to become a
lesbian. Take that in your coglioni, you with your piccino cazzino!" She
unzipped the front of her suit and began peeling it off one limb at a
time.
"Quit showin' off, I know where you got the vocabulary, and it
ain't from the Jesuits."
"Oh, but it is, my dear Hung. It is from the Jesuits, you poor,
stupid brute."
"Whatever. It isn't just the Japs and the Russkis that are into
this big time, it's Hong Kong, Mainland, even gay Paris and the Big
Apple! Everybody's crazy about it, and quality's not so important as,
you know, quantity and variety, can't forget the spice of life! Oh, sure,
meat porn still rules, but this stuff's for connoisseurs. It's art, baby, it's
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