A Bitch Like That

His cell mate towered over him as he looked up at him from his knees.

"You know what you have to do," his cell mate said, lowering his pants.

He shook with disgust. He didn't want to do what his cell mate was forcing him to, but his cellie was bigger and more powerful. He wondered how he'd gotten here. Then he remembered...

He stood, pants around his ankles in his Hollywood office with a young starlet on her knees in front of him.

"You know what you have to do," he said, grinning.

Yeah, Karma's a bitch like that...