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The Day I Had My Hand Up Alexandra Quinn
By Henri Pachard (aka Ron Sullivan)
I think it was around 1990. I locked the bathroom door and sat Alexandra Quinn down on the toilet. Then I knelt down and told her to spread her legs very wide. She looked at me and was trembling. We were both very nervous. I was about to do something I had never done before. Well, at least not under those conditions.
"Hold on honey, I’ll be right back. Don’t let anyone in."
I left her sitting there and went back downstairs and everyone on the crew started asking me too many questions. Raven Touchstone, my writer and wardrobe coordinator, asked me where Alexandra was and I told her she was waiting for me on the toilet. I found what I was looking for – the "Abelene" – a slippery make up remover that all the performers used before Wet, Probe, Astro-Glide and the other "designer" lubricants hit the market.
"What are you doing with that little girl?" Raven harshly demanded.
"She has a contraceptive sponge stuck up in pussy. I’m going to get it out of there."
"Why did she ask you?"
"Because she knows that I’m a great director. You want to take it out?"
Raven didn’t answer and I went back upstairs.
Alexandra Quinn sat on the toilet watching me clipping and filing my nails, then washing my hands over and over again. I wished there was someone around who knew how to do this. I greased up my left hand and slowly pushed my fingers, and then my thumb until I my whole hand was in her. So far, so good. We’re both holding our breaths while I slowly extend my fingers, trying to feel for that little string.
"I got it…" But the little string kept slipping through my fingers. So I slowly began to twirl my finger, and wrapping enough of the string around the joint of my longest finger, and very slowly, I was able to get that nasty, rotting sponge out of her pussy.
We finished the movie on schedule. I no longer remember the title, but it starred Alexandra Quinn; again. I must have shot her a dozen or more times before any of us knew that she was just seventeen.
Many of you know the rest of the story. One day somebody discovered that she was under age, and the news got picked up by some of the local gossip shows, and she returned to Canada. Many distributors had to pull thousands of tapes off the market, because she was in about a hundred of them.
Just about every man, and a lot of women, on both sides of the camera wanted to have sex with her. Lucky for me, she never gave me the slightest bit of encouragement. She wasn’t into older guys, I reasoned, or at least not myself.
I wonder if she still remembers that morning when she was still just seventeen and pulling off one of the industry’s biggest scandals. I wonder if she’s still slipping past the Canadian border to hustle or dance or maybe shoot another scene or two.
Alexandra Quinn didn’t ask me to pull that sponge out of her pussy because I was "a great director." I was the only person around that day who she trusted.
I think we finished the movie without any other problems; but I can’t remember a single thing we shot that day.
It’s the memories about trusting that tend to linger longer in our hearts. It’s what makes things intimate.
Henri Pachard
