1. These are monologues, which give actors backstories for their character‟s.
At this writing (The forth draft) we are unsure as to whether they will be
used for anyother purpose.
AT RISE
On a darkened stage, three pools of light develop along the apron. Three
beautiful women enter with the poise and elegance of runway models.
COLETTE
Comment allez-vous? Bon soir. je m'appelle Colette. I was born in the Bordeaux
region of France 36 years ago. My families fortunes was built upon the backs of
peasants in my Father‟s vineyards. As a young girl, I grew up with a governess,
nurtured by the tutors in languages, art and music, and the etiquette. I know I was
privileged. I had everything, accept a relationship with my parents. My Mother
died of, how do you say, un coeurbrisé Ah! A lonely heart, yes? When my Father
took a younger woman as his mistress. When he was drunk, he would come to my
bed in darkness and I would was forced to satisfy his carnal perversions. I think my
Mother knew that I was frightened by him, but she said nothing. She did nothing.
After my Mother died, I left home to attend college in the United States. I was then
sixteen years old. While living in Boston with my Father‟s brother, I attended
Boston Collage. I majored in the International business studies and then studied the
acting craft for my pleasure. I graduated at the top my class in both disciplines. It
was at this time I learned that my body was most valuable commodity. My uncle
would withhold my stipend until he, as my father had, used my body for his carnal
pleasure. I suppose he abused me because my aunt had left him for a much
younger man. Funny this story, no?
Upon graduation, I left to make my fortune in Hollywood as an actress. It did not
turn out quite as I had expected. The studios often asked me accompany young
men on the red carpet. I had no qualms asking these men for „contributions‟ when
they wanted to use my body beyond being their Arm Candy. I easily turned my
looks into a thriving business. There are the whores, yes? Les Escorts and then
there is my rarefied market segment known les Courtesan. We can command
donations in the many of thousands of dollars, Euros, Franks, Yen, or Whatever.
We offer our companionship to Corporate Executives, politicians, pundits, brokers
and bandits. And yes, we are highly compensated for our for many skills.

2. At this point, I have acquired enough, how do you say?, Ah! “dirty linen,” yes? To
make some governments squirm; to manipulate magistrates and frustrate
financiers. Strange and yet this is true...
I simply wish my Father would die - Of natural causes of course ... I am his sole
heir. Among the reasons I wish him dead is that I could retire to the pastorale life
on the vineyards. C'est la vie!
Good evening, my name is Kimberly. Most people call me Kim. I grew up in a
area called Korea Town near downtown Los Angeles. Mom and Dad were simple
store keepers. We all lived together. My two older sisters are both married and live
in other cities. My younger brother has finished Berkley with an MBA and a Law
Degree.
KIM
I was sixteen when, at my Mother‟s direction, I was told to teach my
brother about sex. He was fourteen years old. I was at a total loss as
what to do. The only thing I could think of was a demonstration. The
Victorian house had a dark, cool basement which became my
classroom. My brother would get very excited as we would play our
little a game I called it “cowgirl‟s and Koreans. I‟d tie his hands and
feet with my rope and order him around. When he didn‟t play the
game the way I asked, I‟d spank him. As our role play became more
and more frequent, I could see that his little pecker was getting hard. I
wore my satin cowgirl skirt, chaps, and boots. I would let fall open so
he could get peek at my tittys. I admit that I kind of got off with his
excitement..
At on point I realized he was having all the fun. So we would finish
our game and I‟d wind in my bedroom with my hand buried in my
undies. So, the next time we played, I took off my skirt entirely and I
just wore the chaps without anything else underneath. He got a good
look at the difference between girls and boys. My Mom wanted him
enlightened? I enlightened him.
Things changed forever when he came home one afternoon with three
of his friends. I didn‟t play the game as my brother had told the tale,
so they pined me down and I‟m the one who got the lesson. They took
advantage of every part of my nubile sixteen year old body. At first, I

3. tried to resist. I was overwhelmed. I admit and the truth be told, we
played the game their way after that. I think that‟s when my brother
got his real education that summer. Me? I keep my eyes closed but
learned what having multi orgasmsmeant.
I finished up at Stanford with my MS degree that Fall. The world did
not embraced me as an Asian wunderkind. One afternoon, I get a call
from my brother asking if I would have dinner with one of his clients.
I was thinking that I was going to entertain some old guy dude so my
brother could get brownie points.
I put myself together and at the appointed hour, the doorbell rings.
Imagine my surprise - a fully uniformed chauffeur was standing there,
cap and all. Off we went in a slinky black limo. When we arrived, at
the most Chi-Chi restaurant in town, the door opens, and standing
there is a tall . blond . blue .eyed hunk of a . . white guy.
The ambiance was elegant, the conversation stimulating and the meal
gourmet. Dinner passed quickly. When we get back into his limo he
asks .Are you ready for this? “Is it true that you play a mean game of
Cowgirls and bad little white boys?” I should have guessed that I was
to be his desert.
We spent the night in every conceivable position. The next morning
over room service, he hands me an envelope with thirty-five hundred
dollars . . cash. I didn‟t flinch. I‟ll tell you this ladies and gentlemen, I
never went back to that office job. I seemed knew intuitively what I
was to do next.
My date was generous with my phone number. I‟d see him when he
was in the city. He continues to be very generous with me to this day.
I worked as an independent contractor. I saw my “first date” on
occasion. Thanks to him I had many other clients. I met The Baroness
in a Rodeo Drive shop. She promptly recruited me as a client. It was
she who introduced me to Colette.
LANE
Hi, yawl. My name‟s Duane. I‟ve got nothing fancy to tell you like
my associates here. I got laid for the first time when I was 15 years

4. old in a hay stack out in the barn. Isn‟t that quaint? The boy said he
wanted to experiment with me. He was a 23 years old cowhand and
the experiment turned out to be a lesson on how to, uh, milk a cow.
I‟ll tell you though, I had never seen a cow‟s teat that big before. We
did it a lot that summer, and I got pretty good at the experiment.
Now, I‟m not complaining here because it‟s all good, but David got
me pregnant with his first few strokes and, then proceeded to
disappear into thin air.
Two years after my abortion, I graduated from high school. I
eventually I got an AA degree I Art History with a Minor in interior
design. I was so sure that I was going to make my personal fortune in
the Art Gallery Game, but I was wrong. As it turned out, there was a
glass ceiling in those days. And it was set very low. I wound up
fucking my way into my most lucrative deals. What I finally realized
was that I had started a very profitable niche business.
That‟s how I met Colette. I can look pretty good in a satin dress, so
I‟d fit right in with the rich folks at various gallery openings and
charity events. I would discreetly offer my phone number to anyone
who asked. I was at one event or another when I saw this beautiful
woman come enter the room with a distinguished gentleman on her
arm. My first thought was that she could have done a whole lot better
than the old guy. I admit it, I couldn‟t take my eyes off of her. She
was elegant. She worked the room with this guy like a politician's
wife. I couldn‟t believe it... I was getting wet just staring at her move.
I new I needed too meet her.
We did meet - in the ladies room. I was touching up on my make-up
and was into my own image in the mirror when I heard the clatter of
high heels on the marble floor. Then I heard a sultry voice with a hint
of a French dialect say... “You‟ve been staring at me all night.” She
slid right up next to me. I was startled, “You‟re so beautiful” With out
missing a beat she says to me, “Did you drive yourself here tonight?”
That voice put a twist in my thong. I mumbled, “Yes.” “Then you will
drive me home and I‟ll give you a glimpse of your future.” With that,
she reached over, took my blushing face in her hands, and kissed me...
We have been together, as business partners ever since.
After a beat, the three women take a step backward, spin and

5. disappear up stage into the darkened set. CHARLOTTE stops after a
few step, spins and returns to the apron of the stage.
CHARLOTTE)
Did I fail to mention that this evening‟s entertainment is a murder
mystery? At any rate, please don‟t blame it on the Butler because
he‟ll be dead before the end of the first act.
CHARLOTTE gratefully spins and heads up stage.