Chapter One: Christy Stops Being a Ghost
And that brings us to her face. Just gorgeous. Her brunette hair framing a heart-shaped face guaranteed to get men to do a double-take. Sexy lips, nice cheekbones, and lively brown eyes. When the genetic dice got thrown, Christy came up a total winner.
But there she also is onscreen coupling with abandon with lucky studs in many tapes. Deep and fast are high on Christy's list. She also takes on the biggest men: Peter North, Scar Belly/Moustache Guy*, Tom Byron, and the whopper of them all, Ron Jeremy, the hedgehog himself complete with his +5sigma member which Christy has taken all the way to the hilt many times. She's vocal too. Very vocal. She lets the stud know what she likes and what she wants done.
So in other words, what's there not to like? Nothing in my book.
Unless she quit the business, which she did after a year on camera. Not unusual. A porno star is truly the most ephemeral of them all: a big splash as Flavor of the Month, a year of tape making, and phhttt!, gone for good.
And once they go, that's it. No such thing as a star coming back to the business. I resigned myself to finding every tape that she legally made. (Many tapes were with under-age Traci Lords and cannot be had come hell or high water.)
Then in September '89 I got one of the most pleasant shocks of my life. I was flipping thru the October Hustler and there it was on page 19--a small pic of CC along with a sidebar. Her breathtaking breasts were on great display. Her hair was styled a way I had never seen before. Could it be? I thought.
Yes!
Christy was getting back in the business. Not only that, but it mentioned the "upcoming centerfold". I flipped to the last page for the preview of the next ish. No, she was not gonna be the November centerfold. OK, that meant it could be the December issue at the earliest. I fired off a letter to Hustler over this most excellent news. (It was published in the February issue.)
Late October and the December issue hit the stands. There she was on the cover--arms clasped in front of herself but with her areolas still peeping out. Course had to go directly to the centerfold, do not pass "Go", do not collect $200. And there she is in all of her pink-lipped glory. Hoooooooo boy. Looking better than ever.
The accompanying interview of Christy mentioned that she was starting up a fan club. Cool! They gave an 800 number. (It also has CC saying, "...they shouldn't ask for me. I'm never there.") I looked at the clock. It was 3:00 California time. What the hell. I'll give 'em a call.
I was passed from one person to the next till someone took the time to actually talk to me. I explained about this being the fan club number.
"This isn't her fan club. This is her film distribution comany."
"Oh." Snappy comeback on my part.
Then he laid the bombshell. "Matter of fact she was just here checking on things."
After two years of her just being a "ghost" only found in old tapes or pictorials, she was alluva sudden real. "You mean that if I just called a few minutes earlier, that I might've actually spoken to Christy herself?"
"Well let me see if I can get her." He put down the phone.
I thought, After four years of sheer lust, I couldn't possibly.... Someone picked up the phone.
"Hi," said the dulcet woman's voice.
Instant thought: Omigod! It's her!
"who is this?" Christy finished.
"I'm Kevin in Dallas. And right now I can't even believe this is happening!"
She laughed.
"This is gonna sound corny as hell, but I've got nearly all of your videos. You are just so gorgeous." Completely true, so not a problem saying so.
She laughed again. "Why thank you."
And so it went. Me on the verge of babbling because alluva sudden, not only was Christy real, but she was conversing with me. It was just too cool.
"Well, I've got to go. It's been fun talking to a real fan like you Kevin."
"Hey Christy. This was something else. It was memorable." (Yes, I used that word in actual conversation.)
She hung up at her end.
I stared at the phone. This is magic, I thought. I just punched in some numbers on the phone and there I am talking to Christy herself. Damn! I hung up the phone and gave out of whoop. Just too cool.
But that doesn't explain what's the deal of her posing with the Charger. Just why do I rate?
Onto chapter two
* to this day learning the men's names has not been on my list of Things To Do
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