Where Does Will Live?
Loosely Based Settings in Will to Live By M. Christine
The childhood home of Will Franco is South Los Angeles, and although the story takes place after he graduates, the magnet high school he and his friend Yuri attend was constructed with Crenshaw High in mind.
The sex club, Memorabilia, that Kendra brings Will to, I envisioned in the south end of Downtown L.A. that borders on the city of Vernon. It is an industrial area, at night desolate yet ripe for afterhours conduct, very noir. It wasn’t that long ago rent in this region of Los Angeles was a song, under a dollar per square foot for loft spaces perfect for artist studios and underground clubs. A wise entrepreneur like my character Frances Tallchief could easily invest in such a property to transform into a BDSM den.
Speaking of Frances Tallchief, the restaurant she meets Will at for brunch is totally made up, although there have been plenty of roving, hot-spot eateries that could draw comparisons—even some with a low-key facade like Justine’s. The name Justine’s is a corny nod to the Marquis De Sade novel, which I have not read. I must have been hungry for a hearty meal when I whipped this scene up.
Will eventually moves to his own artist space, a loft in a northeastern part of L.A. modeled after the Brewery Arts Complex, near train tracks and a freeway, not quite in the Lincoln Heights neighborhood that is lately increasingly hipsterish. The art college he attends is based on Pasadena’s ArtCenter College of Design, a crème de la crème polytechnic.
The story’s comedic character Biff Wellington lives in a hillside home that could easily be on the winding roads above Universal Studios. There is a real-life, unsavory porn producer who lost such a house to government seizure after some nauseating felony convictions.
Will’s older brother Paul is buried alongside their grandmother in a graveyard similar to Angelus-Rosedale Cemetery on Washington Boulevard in Los Angeles. The real cemetery is the final resting place to a fascinating array of luminaries such as jazz great Eric Dolphy, Academy Award winner Hattie McDaniel, and director of the 1931 Dracula Tod Browning. By Los Angeles standards it is an old boneyard, in operations since 1884!
Once they arrived at Kendra’s sleek apartment, she got right to the point and explained the plan: although she and Yuri engaged in unprotected sex—they scheduled regular clinic visits to test for STIs—Will would need to use a condom.
Kendra had a special chair Yuri bought for her with Righteous Ding Dong proceeds. The chair let Kendra sit comfortably, but exposed and parted her ass crack and pussy for Yuri to service below.
“I’m not always a top,” she explained.
Will, though green with this lingo, understood.
“I’m very balanced. I like being top and bottom, often topping from the bottom—like now.”
Kendra espoused her philosophical ideal of sex while she settled herself on the chair. She wore stockings, a garter belt, and stilettos, as well as a half-cup bra to complete the look. She beckoned Will toward her, her face level with his fly, which she deftly undid. When he looked down at this brunette vixen, he detected some Asian ancestry.
Yuri was already set up under the chair, sighing at the sight of her slit. “While Yuri eats my ass, I’ll service your cock— with a rubber to be safe,” Kendra told Will. “Is that agreed?”
“Uh-huh,” agreed Yuri with a muffle, his mouth already planted in her heavenly cave as he stroked his full-to-bursting cock.
When Will’s hefty erection was wrangled out, Kendra was pleasantly enthused.
She smiled lustily and fondled it before opening a Magnum-brand condom to fit over his stiff meat.
“Gobble, gobble,” she said.
Will enjoyed that, as well as the power his prick had over her demeanor.
The old adage learn by doing sure applies to Williamson “Will” Franco, a dominant prodigy at age 18. If it weren’t for an impromptu threeway encounter—with a sideshow of anilingus—this truly intercultural young man never would have dreamed of spanking, bondage, and role play. So he becomes an employee of a sex club.
When Will shows up, club revenues jump. Consensual kinky sex is not a required part of the job, but is optional. The club, however, ends up being much more than a sexual awakening. His coworkers embrace him as kin, while the proprietress and her submissive husband end up being Will’s benefactors, bankrolling his education and guiding him on a good path, despite a dire home life in the hood.
The experience matures him, equips him to cope with inevitable family problems and tragedy, and shows him how to live.
Meet the Author
M. Christine is a SoCal writers whose work is infused with an extended tour of duty in adult-magazine publishing, melting-pot subcultures, and art school.