Ken Knight was born in Fredericksburg Virginia where he lives to this day and began writing fiction stories while serving in the US Army. When asked how he comes up with such “over the top” characters for his fiction novels, he said that he met them all at an AA meeting!

Mystery and thrills outside the normal scope of fiction stories is where he prefers to write, penning stories uniquely-different and original. Most of the scenarios and characters he writes are by his own admission, drawn from real situations he''s observed over the years! Kenny has many, many more tales to tell, for years to come....

Dave was damn pleased to see a certain person step from the Taxi Cab that pulled to the front of the gravel horseshoe-driveway of the Cabin here in the Catskills. It must have cost her hundreds of dollars in fare to have a Cab bring her all the way up here, but that didn’t matter to him….Shelly James had arrived! He saw dollar-signs in his mind as soon as he saw her!

Shelly walked up toward the luxury “Cabin” house nestled here in the lush green of the Catskills in Up-State NY. She had performed in several films shot on-location here so she knew where it was located of course. Dave greeted her out on the rustic front porch of the place, warmly hugging her and saying how happy he was to see her again. He was also happy that Leesa Teasa managed to tell Shelly to find Dave here at Jonny’s luxury cabin-retreat in the mountains north of New Rochelle. He had counted on that bimbo with the monster tits and she came through!

    “Dave, you look good since I last saw you….,” Shelly said as he ushered her inside the cabin and into the cool air-conditioning. “I have been much better now that I don’t work for Jonny anymore,” he lied with a boyish grin, touching her arm and back in appreciation-greeting.

  “How’d you get access to his cabin here then?” Shelly had to ask in casual tone.

  “Easy Shelly darling, what the big jerk doesn’t know, won’t hurt him, and besides I haven’t taken up residence here….I just wanted to meet with a few of the staff to discuss future business opportunities, that’s all,” Dave chimed in his weasely manner as they walked into the cozy front room of the cabin house here. Shelly felt that familiar “uneasy” feeling being with Dave again.

   “Leesa told me you are brokering new deals,” Shelly sighed with a smile at the man with the 70’s-style curly hair and out-of-fashion shirt on his pudgy chest. He was never an attractive man.

  “I have new, golden opportunities for those involved yes, and I’m going to explain it all to both you….and Ray here before I leave,” Dave said as he looked up to se Ray Flintlock aka: Ray Fury walk into view. Shelly brightened up suddenly and hurried to Ray for a hug and a kiss in greeting. “Hey big Ray…..damn homie, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” she said as they hugged in affectionate embrace then kissed again as the friends they had become.

  “Good to see you Shel, after all that’s happened in the past couple of days, glad to see you’re still looking good as ever,” Ray said to her as the two porn actors stepped to the center of the room where a plush loveseat was located and where they say down to hear what Dave wanted so eagerly to tell them. Ray sat close to her as Dave stepped up in front like some school teacher.

Shelly was still silently grieving over the loss of her life as a Nun, but it didn’t show outwardly.

   “I was hoping Ebony Cane would make it here today too,” Dave sighed as he prepared to speak to the two before him now in his hustling best.

  “Leesa said Ebony….Ellen, is restricted to the Air Force base she was stationed at because the Government found out about her role in porn films and they want to court-martial her,” Shelly offered up with a sour expression on her pretty face. Even without make-up on, she was gorgeous, Dave reminded himself as he stared at her.

 “Well I daresay that our once-fearless leader is now in the cross-hairs of the FBI again and is liquidating the Company assets as we speak and doing who-knows-what with the money, properties, excetera…….all I can say is that I personally have come up with a new company outline that could replace the Midnight Stars label here on the east coast,” Dave began in calm explanation, walking around the room as the two porn performers sat there on the love-seat.

  “I have met with two prospective Investors as of yesterday and they agree to sign-on only if I can guarantee top-notch talent in the ranks and meet the needs of the Faster customer list which will be compromised once Faster Productions ceases to exist as a Corporate entity,” Dave said next in his calm, move-and-shake demeanor.

  “My two investors as well as my own capital ability, can start up a whole new company within the next three months, operating out of New York City like we did with Faster Productions, and with a start-up budget not too far below the degree of spending we’ve been used to under Faster Productions,” Dave continued frankly, circling them as he paced the room in excited ardor.

  “Really?” Shelly chimed in, thinking about such a scheme.

  “Yes, and I’ll be honest with you both…..the stipulation from my two Investors is that I have super-star talent lined-up for filming to begin once the protocols are taken care of,” Dave continued without missing a beat.

  “I have drawn up a new contract for your consideration and unlike our former boss, my contract guarantees top-billing for those named and signed…..amenities such as boxcover presence and additional royalties over the course of two years of video sales, and most of all….a guaranteed no-cut employment for minimum one year and maximum three, as long as performance requirements are in check,” Dave continued with a business face of sincerity.

To Ray, that meant: Employment and royalties for 1-3 years “guaranteed” as long as the employee gets-it-up/gets-it-on for filming, does as he/she are told by the new Boss (Dave) and doesn’t gripe about the money they’re being paid over the course of 1-3 years. It sounded good but he could see the “catch” even as Dave so smoothly described the terms. Dave Solomon would have control of the company’s filming projects and most likely be the “Director” too, since he wanted that job so damn much when he worked for Jonny.

Shelly listened intently but Ray could tell she had something else on her mind right now even as they listened to what could very well be their future in the Adult Film Industry.

  “In a nutshell, I want you both to consider signing-on with my new Company as the top-billing actor and actress, Ray….Shelly….the two of you will undoubtedly be the next brightest stars in all of American X-rated…….matter of fact, that’s what I’m thinking of calling my new company…. American X-Rated,” Dave continued with a more forceful pitch in his voice.

Shelly smiled because she liked that idea for a name, had a cool ring to it. Ray heard him say “my” when he said new company. Dave Solomon could be the most giving of Managers or the meanest of Tyrants, he surmised as he listened to him go on.

  “I want to book the two of you as the next hottest Adult Film Pairing since Jonny Faster and Christy Cannons……since You and Jonny, Shelly,” Dave added with a boyish grin, pointing at the two performers sitting on the loveseat before him. Shelly recalled hearing about the fan-favorite Porn Actress who called herself Christy Cannons, a pretty, busty brunette who did scores of adult films with Jonny during the early 1990s and even did a few for him when he took over the Midnight Stars label in 1998. She “retired” from the business entirely that same year she heard, and became a published novelist under another name. Shelly smiled up at him again and thought about what was being offered. She still reminded herself that events were happening too damn fast, this was all so much, so “earth-shattering” to make decisions on so quickly, but that is exactly why Dave Solomon was here at the Cabin this afternoon, for a quick yes or no!

  “I want the two of you on a billboard in New York City advertising my new Company and I assure you that what I plan to get underway will match and one day surpass the success of Faster

Productions, I can see it all…..,” Dave continued in his winsome way of explaining something.

Ray felt like it was a subtle hustle but he did think about what the possibilities were for him and what Dave says is the “bright” future that lay ahead in this Industry. Ray had agreed to join the NYPD’s “Ghost Squad” like Berta and her boys wanted, but he thought about continuing the

“part-time” porn gig he’s been doing for over a year now already, only now it would be under Solomon’s tutelage.

  “I want you two to work for me, that’s the skinny of it,” Dave sighed in conclusion of his prepared speech to them. He thought he had done well too, very convincing but not demanding.

It was a great hustle and Dave hoped like hell these two will fall for it and make him as well as themselves a hell of a lot of money in the porn-seeable future!

   A few minutes later, the three of them adjourned from their sit-down monologue and parted for slightly individual agendas. Dave went into the cabin’s fully-stocked kitchen to cook up a light dinner for the three of them, nothing like “breaking bread” to help schmooze others to your side of the fence. Ray took a walk outside with a bottle of cold beer in hand, thinking about his next move, whether to sign-on with Dave again as a “part time porn star”, and go with the NYPD’s

secretive “Ghost Squad” as he told Berta he would, or just do one of the two jobs full-time.

Shelly went into the custom bathroom of the luxurious Cabin and stripped to take a hot shower.

She always thought-out tough decisions best when either taking a hot shower or swimming, so she hit the private shower there in Jonny’s cabin, enjoying the hot spray on her face once more.

She noticed how the shower was still sultry and steamy as if someone had just used it actually.

   Ray was less trustful of Dave than Shelly, and he knew it. Shelly was like most women he knew in life: kind and trustful of others, wanting everyone to get along, and more often than not “naïve” when it came down to reading someone else’s bullshit personal agenda laced with what seems like a “good offer”. Hell, the American economy practically subsists off the female population’s gullibility in clothing fashions, household products, etc. he told himself as he walked around outside on the grassy property half-surrounded by woods.

   Dave had a point though, a new company is needed to fill the vacuum of Faster’s abdication, even though it was still hard to believe that Jonny was giving up the business after the Tabloid story came out the other day! Sure the mainstream media was picking up the story and forecasting it even in less-than-flattering mentions on late night comedy shows, Cable TV News segments, and the like…..but why was Jonny giving it all up so easily? he still wondered.

Ray also thought about how nice and generous Jonny had been towards him in the past year he’s worked for him. Jonny Faster gave him a high-paying “part time” job that allowed him to save a lot of money for a house he wanted, and allowed him, a black man who was a Cop by day, to come into his cadre of porn performers and have sex with the beautiful actresses, even the Caucasian ones like Chrissa Bo and Lacey Lovitt. Ray remembered his father once telling him when he was a teenager to be careful of what White people offer you, and watch your back when dealing with them. His Grandmother had warned him to stay away from White women because they are not to be trusted, and they’ll turn on a black man the moment they are exposed as betraying their own kind. Ray wrote those childhood warnings off as old-school musings and paranoia coming from pre-integration days. What would his father or his late grandmother think if they knew he has fucked some of the finest White women in the American Porn Film circuit. They’d spin in their graves…..

    Stanley Groff didn’t worry about the two murders he has committed thus far. The Reporter was already being touted in the press as a “victim of a home invasion robbery gone wrong”, a phenomenon that occurs with frequency in the American Urban landscape these days. The old

Nun he strangled in Yonkers is listed in the Yonkers Times-Gazette as a “traffic accident” her Van found crashed and her neck found broken. Funny how Cops write-off “accidents” like that as nothing involving foul-play. Stanley wasn’t comfortable with murder, not yet anyway but those two people deserved it for trying to pooch- up something he loves…..Midnight Stars! And that was why he has followed Shelly James all the way up here to the Catskills, almost running out of gas before her Taxi Cab dropped her off here at this luxury cabin. He parked his car a quarter-mile from the place just to be safe from notice and walked to the property that bore no outer security that he could see, no gate, no warning signs of “No Trespassing” like back at the Faster mansion. Stanley was “welcome” at the Faster mansion, so why not here as well? Judging by appearances, Jonny Faster must own this neat mountainside Retreat also! He even bet that the great Jonny Faster hadn’t missed his tiny cellular phone as of yet, Stanley having relieved him of it when he left the mansion last, swiping it off the Bar counter before walking out of the place!

He stopped at the huge oak tree bordering the grassy knoll in front of the cabin-home, safe from being seen by anyone looking out those two front windows. Shelly was in there and he just had to wait and see what she does, even though Stanley took it for granted that his little car probably wouldn’t make it back down the mountain for lack of fuel. He decided to deal with that when the time comes to vacate the area. Personally, he hoped Shelly would stay the night here so he could walk down the road about a mile from here to that tiny motel he spotted on the way here.

     Stanley didn’t need to worry about someone looking out the Cabin’s two front windows, because noone was. There was a man who happened to pass by a window on the Cabin’s other side and took it upon himself to peer through the glass inside. Ray stopped at the window that happened to be the one of the Cabin’s bathroom, and he looked inside the shoulders-height window sill to see someone showering, someone he was no stranger to seeing naked.

  “Shelly baby,” Ray sighed to himself in a tweek of nervousness, still feeling guilty for being a peeping tom right now. She’d just laugh since she’s posed naked with him but still…..

Shelly was showering with the clear shower-curtain open, and Ray saw her glorious physique once again, lathering up thick and washing with a luffa. She was his co-star in several Faster films but not his partner in a sex-role until the brief oral scene in the first Blonde Avenger film.

Now Dave offered to pair he and Shelly exclusively in his new Company’s future Adult Films!