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INT – SEXUAL DELICATESSEN PORN SHOP - DAY

TITLE: SEX SUPER CENTER.  Thursday, August 10, 2000.  11:57am

SEXUAL DELICATESSEN PORN SHOP 

Lords of Acid’s ‘The Power is Mine’ plays.

Behind a smeared glass counter is a multi-colored display of dildos, butt plugs, a basket of flavored condoms, tubes of slippery oils and various lovemaking supplies.  

JEFF (V.O.)

The Sexual Delicatessen pornography shop, below a smeared glass counter, is a multi-colored display of dildos all standing at attention awaiting their next commander’s orders.  Butt plugs and double-penetration gadgets flank them in all shapes and sizes.  A nearby basket is full of flavored condoms, tubes of slippery oils and various lovemaking supplies with names like Sensual Slime, Uberglide, and Wet Wonders.  

EXT – SEX SUPER-CENTER - DAY

‘The Power is Mine’ continues playing.

A particularly gaudy sign advertises the colossal Sex Super-Center, an entire strip mall encompassing a whole city block dedicated to sex of all varieties. 

JEFF (V.O)

I never even knew this place existed.  At 34,000 square feet, this Super-Center alone houses three strip clubs-two straight, one gay, the Sexual Delicatessen porn shop, Kinky Ray’s Hideaway - a gay bathhouse,  two separate hot tub rentals, two gentlemen’s clubs and three lingerie modeling parlors.  This single block in Northeast Portland houses more adult-themed businesses than many mid-sized cities!  These pornographic pleasure palaces permeate Portland’s perimeter, but the Sex Super-Center is definitely the standard for which all others aspire.  

EXT – SUGAR JACKS - DAY

TITLE: SUGAR JACKS.  Thursday, August 10, 2000.  12:02pm.

Above one Gentlemen’s club is a small baby blue neon sign flashing SUGAR JACKS, where inside we find DENNY, the General Manager of Pancake Hut, at the bar and conversing with the Sugar Jacks manager, DOMINIC who is behind the bar, lazily wiping it down.

DENNY

I'm sick of Pancake Hut. The tips were fine when I wasn't managing, but they promoted me to manager and now I'm on a salary that doesn't come close to what I was making as a waiter. 

DOMINIC

Denny, no one tips the manager. 

DENNY

And even if they did, I am not supposed to keep ‘em. 

DOMINIC looks to the stage where the bronze-tanned NATASHA is flexing her thigh muscles while bending her head back.  

NATASHA’S brunette hair is almost three feet long and tickles the top of her ass.    

DOMINIC

Well, I tell ya, the tips would be hellava lot better if you were a woman.

DENNY is now staring at NATASHA too.

DENNY

Uh huh.

DOMENIC

(turning to Denny)

Hey, you’ve completed bartender school; you have your license.  Why don’t you come and work for me? 

DENNY

Right here.

DENNY proudly pulls out his liquor license and begins unfolding his bartending certificate.

DOMINIC continues to ignore DENNY and gawks the stage.

DOMINIC

Sugar Jacks customers here want two things: to drink and to see pink. 

DENNY

Well, I can sure help them with their drink. 

DOMINIC motions to NATASHA.

DOMINIC

And she can sure help them with the pink!

NATASHA’S crotch opens wide in front of a RANDOM BALD MAN’S face. The back of his head strategically blocks the view of the X-rated parts making it appear as if gorgeous gams are growing from underneath his hairy ears. 

DENNY

So when do I start? 

DOMINIC

(laughing)

Not so fast, asshole! I've got a few more applications to look through. 

DENNY

Come on Dom! 

DOMINIC

Okay, come in tomorrow night at eight and I’ll get you trained.