Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2023 03:04:04 +0000 From: jacklynch945 Subject: The Prince The Pauper And the Chief Chapter 29 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story includes episodes involving underage minors having sex with adults. I expressly condemn this kind of activity. I have made every attempt to present these acts in a thoughtful, sensitive manner. You may not agree. If so, I encourage to avoid reading it. This story mentions real people, real places, and real events, but the characters and the story are entirely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions between minors and adult men. Your feedback, whether in the form of comments or constructive criticism, will always be welcome. Please email me: jacklynch945@proton.me. The Prince. The Pauper. And the Chief. By Jack Lynch Chapter 29. Jaws. Kip stared at the letter in front of him, typed on Universal Studios letterhead. "Outta sight!" He yelled spontaneously, then turning his head, realizing no one was at home to hear the news. He'd been invited to an actual movie premiere. One of a few hand-picked extras, according to the letter, who had been awarded a ticket to tomorrow night's opening of Jaws at The Strand. Last summer, he was paid a whole $2.50 an hour mostly to just stand around while they made that shark movie. He'd made a pile of money over several days, almost a hundred dollars by the time they were done shooting. And, he got to appear in three scenes, if any of them even made it into the actual movie. One of the crew had told him not to get his hopes up too high. A lot of footage usually got cut by the time they finished editing. It really wasn't acting, as far as Kip could tell. Like one scene. They were supposed to be at State Beach on the Vineyard but the scene was actually shot on Chappy. At first, watching all of the movie people do their thing, setting up cameras, lights, and other stuff was pretty interesting. But, after three or four hours of standing around, it got really boring. Then, take after take. First, he and a bunch of other kids would run into the water and splash around. A whole bunch of other extras on the beach would run screaming to the shoreline. Then, Kip and the other boys and girls would all have to rush to get out of the water. And, they had to do it over and over again. A kid he knew from school, Jeff Voorhees, got a bigger part in that scene. He got to run into the water with an inflatable raft, swim further out, and then get tipped into the water and dunked by a diver while another diver expelled a whole bunch of red paint they called stage blood into the water. Another kid he knew from school, Chris Rebello, got an actual part. He played Chief Brody's son. More scenes on Chappy where Kip and a couple of other boys helped the actor Roy Scheider drag Chris out of the water after he supposedly was nearly eaten by the killer shark. Kip never even saw the shark on that day. The shark part was filmed over on Sengekontacket Pond near the American Legion Bridge. On that day of filming, Kip got to lean over the bridge looking down while the lady playing Mrs. Brody ran screaming by him. More standing around, more takes. Kip called Chris right away, finding out that he, too, had received an invitation. "Far out!" When Chris told him. The afternoon of the premiere, Kip looked in the mirror as he buttoned up his nicest shirt, a blue oxford cloth button down. A little small, the sleeves creeping up his arms, but it would have to do. He thought about combing his hair but then decided against it. He would look too much like Prince. That would be too weird and, besides, maybe the movie people wouldn't recognize him. He just shook it out, letting it fall into a mess around his head. The scene in front of the Strand was total chaos. Horns blaring, people yelling, cameras everywhere. Even though darkness was at least an hour away, a truck holding two huge lights blasted blinding light into the sky. Big spotlights lit up the front of the theater and a wide red carpet had been laid down in front of the building. Kip reported to a guy representing the studio at a desk on the side of the street around the corner from the theater. Kip was too focused on what he was saying to notice much about him. It was only at the last second that he realized they resembled each other in some odd way. At least, the same light blond hair. "Here's the ticket with your seat assignment. Go over there," Ty said pointing to the street corner, "and the guy wearing the bow tie will tell you when you should walk the red carpet." "Ok guys, here ya go," Charles said, giving the three boys a nudge. Chris, Jeff, and Kip, all three feeling terribly self-conscious, walked quickly across the front of the theater. Photographers were yelling things like, "Look at me!" Flash bulbs went off every second, the burned out bulbs popping out of cameras and bouncing off the street. The boys were safely in their seats, the theater packed, when the guy who played Chief Brody, Mr. Scheider, entered the theater to a round of applause. Shortly after, Lorraine Gary, the chief's wife, walked down the aisle to take her seat. More applause. Likewise, for the guy who played Amity's mayor. Apparently Richard Dreyfuss was starring in a Broadway show and couldn't make it. Also absent, Robert Shaw who played a colorful character named Quint. Before the movie played, Mr. Benchley, who wrote the original book and the screenplay spoke, followed by Mr. Spielberg. Mr. Spielberg had just told a humorous shark joke, sending the place into raucous laughter and applause when Kip turned to the side and saw The Prince. He was sitting three rows back with his whole family. Prince smiled broadly at Kip, giving him the "V' for victory sign. Prince's hand was still raised when he caught Sarah looking first at him, then at Kip. Her mouth was slightly open, a stunned look on her face. Prince half gasped, half chuckled. The movie was way better than Kip could have imagined. Everyone laughed and hooted when they saw themselves and their friends appear on the screen. The scenes with the shark were truly terrifying. They should have laughed when Chris appeared but it turned out be much scarier than it had been to actually make. After it was over, Kip and Jeff both punched and clapped Chris on the back. Amazingly, every scene Kip was in made it into the film. After the movie was over, the crowd spilled out of the theater onto the sidewalk and street. People chattered, laughed, and cheered. This was going to be a big hit. Someone called it a summer blockbuster. Kip had never even heard that term before. The three boys were essentially swept down the block with the rest of the crowd, across Seaview Ave, toward the narrow beach between the fishing pier and the ferry. Kerosene lamps lit up the beach where Bill Smith had set-up the biggest clambake of the season. Smith's entire staff had set to work digging four large pits, filling them with charcoal briquets and wood, setting them ablaze, and filling them with foil wrapped baked potatoes, corn on the cob, clams, crab legs, shrimp, and lobster. One pit was reserved for hamburgers and hot dogs. Quash was tired, sore, and sweaty from helping dig those pits. Nevertheless, he was pressed into service helping to plate up and pass around food to the hungry hordes. He almost tripped and fell back into a smoldering pit when he saw him. Some of the smoke and ash burned his eyes so he wasn't sure at first. But, there he was! Ty! He was standing next to some guy who was getting back slapped and vigorously hand-shaked. Quash managed to get himself replaced by a co-worker. Wiping his hands on his apron, he rushed over at first, then slowed, unsure if this was even the right thing to do. When Ty saw him, a look of surprise came over his face, quickly followed by a bright smile. He shook the hair out of his eyes, opened his arms widely, and the two guys bear hugged each other, both rocking from side-to-side. "Oh. My. God!" Ty repeated over and over. Quash just giggled. His night was made. His whole year. Maybe his whole life. On another part of the beach, two towheaded boys had also found each other. "You were awesome!" Kip smirked and chuckled, blushing. "Naw. If you blinked, you would've missed me altogether." Nearby, unbeknownst to them, Harvey observed them, as he nibbled on a lump of lobster tail. His new acquaintance, Winkie, was bending his ear, but Harvey was only half listening. A quirky smile came over his face, his lips pursed. So, he said to himself, there's a Kip and there's a Prince. Whaddaya know about that? Minutes earlier. "Nice to meet you Harding!" Charles said, shaking his hand vigorously. "Damn! It was nice of you to get us these tickets." A little bit of Jewish geography, followed by a couple of phone calls, finally reaching Steven Spielberg's agent, a fellow attorney. Charles got a phone call, one of many he received in the days leading up to the premiere. Reserve five seats for the Prince family, he was ordered by one of the executives at Universal. Politely shaking each Prince family member's hand, he stopped suddenly in front of Sarah. Charles couldn't let go of her hand. He was practically dumb struck. This gorgeous teenage girl. Her oval face, olive complexion, dark eyes, full lips, her long nose. Jewish girls were a tough nut to break but, once broken, he'd been told, they fucked like bunnies. He was supposed to stay at Mr. Spielberg's side in case he needed anything. But, Ty needed something more. He needed to know what happened. "I went back to that joint looking for you." After the first rush of surprise, now Ty looked at Quash, a stern look on his face, his jaw set. "I know. I know. It was...oh man! It was so fucked up!" He was about to launch into his sad tale, but before he could get a word out, they were interrupted. "Quash! Get over here!" Smith called, his voice sounding exasperated. Nearby, two men looked on. "So, where did you ever find that boy?" Winkie asked. A couple of vodka tonics had already partially numbed his senses, so he didn't notice the two blondies chattering away just feet away. Harvey had shared a couple of his sketches with him earlier in the day. "Oh, I dunno. Just a local kid." "Hmmm, ok. Ya know, he reminds me of someone from Greenwich." "Oh, yeah? Which part?" Winkie was about to say, his dick. Then, he thought the better of it. "Which part of Greenwich?" Harvey, still distracted, turned to Winkie, a blank look on his face. He'd lost his train of thought. Slightly mesmerized, he asked, "So how do you know that good-looking Black boy?" Elsewhere. "C'mon! It'll be fun!" For a change, Kip was the one pushing for a switch. Prince's luxurious bed was foremost in his mind. The rest of it he would try to figure out as he went. Prince wasn't so sure. Another encounter with that creep, Larry? He frowned. On the other hand, maybe he could find a way to get him back. "Well, ok." He sighed finally. A major coincidence. They were both wearing the same blue oxford cloth shirt. Mostly. Kip's had a wrinkled collar and was too small. Prince's was nicely pressed and had a polo pony embroidered on the chest. Kip pulled Prince over to the edge of the party where it was darker. They traded shoes. Prince took out his comb and carefully arranged Kip's hair, softly patting his bangs onto his forehead. Then, he leaned over himself, shook his head, and let his own hair fall into a mess around his face. Transformation complete. The two boys couldn't help but grin at each other.