(Today, we have the conclusion of my story. If you missed it, here is Part 1, and here is Part 2.)
The Change
As I've mentioned before, the Internet porn industry keeps getting harder and harder to keep up with. Matt and I often said that if we could make just as much money shooting the girls fully clothed, we'd do it without hesitation. Unfortunately, the world doesn't work like that. Eventually Matt submitted to the whims of the market and we began to produce hardcore material: people fucking. The decision wasn't a favorite of mine, but it didn't ruin any of the luster. Most of the girls had plans for hardcore work in the industry, and those who didn't would eventually get talked into it for enough money. That's just the way it went.
The day we first started filming people fucking was the most memorable for me. Matt had moved into a new house to be more comfortable and live a more relaxed lifestyle, so I now had an office that was my own little haven. I even had a bed to rest on if I could get over the realization of what it was repeatedly used for when I was not around. You could imagine my discomfort as I tried to construct a few lines of code with the sounds of a laboriously fake orgasm raking through my ears. This was a new element of my job that I guess I was just going to have to get used to.
On a trip to the kitchen to get a glass of water, having to step around two people on the ground going at it like wind-up toys was also awkward. Lunch had just been delivered and I needed something to wash it down before I dove in. On the return trip, I passed by the writhing mass of 'talent' again. This time I added a witty, work-related quip as they paused to change positions.
"Don't get a cramp!"
I sat back down at my desk and unwrapped my lunch. I then lifted half of the twelve-inch Subway sandwich to my mouth... and held it there. The phallic significance of the sandwich was starting to seep through to my conscience. I was helpless against such thoughts. With a sigh, I set the sandwich back down upon its wrapper. Hardcore porn had ruined my lunch.
I haven't mentioned yet how disillusioned I'd purposefully been about many of the models who came in to work. When a hot girl came in, I'd have the same expectations for her as I did all of them. I secretly wished for each girl to be a smart, well-adjusted college student who had just come upon some hard luck and needed a couple hundred dollars really quickly, or the same type who was also so secure with her sexuality that she wanted to model for fun because it pleased her. Every day I came in to work, I hoped to meet the girl of my dreams. Given the reality of the situation, I was surprised I wasn't made fun of more than I was already.
Mirium was one of three models that we shot who all worked at the same hair salon in Lancaster. I only mention that information beyond her name in case you're ever in Lancaster and are looking for any redeeming qualities about that area. I knew she was trouble when Matt told me how she was talking dirty to him during the first half of her photo shoot. Thinking nothing of it, as I wasn't too attracted to her, I went about my work as he returned to the second half of the shoot. I was happily typing away at a project when Mirium busted into my office, completely naked.
"I have a special talent, want to see?"
Before I tell you what her talent was, I feel like I should tell you about everything that I hoped it would be at the time. The first thing that came to my mind was the idea that she wanted to show off her incredible talent at giving head. When she made a move toward the bed instead of my chair, that fantasy was quickly upgraded to a talent of being able to provide hot, wild sex to any male in need. My eyes were wide and I was ready to pounce on her.. She planted herself on the bed, leaned back, lifted her knees up, grabbed them and spread her legs, revealing her rather large vagina to me. I was on the edge of my seat, leaning forward, ready to dive in..
She... had a look on her face. It wasn't the look that I was hoping for. It was more a look of intense concentration. I wasn't sure if I was disappointed yet because I somehow knew that something very special was about to happen. I thought about the possibilities. Perhaps she was going to coax herself to a squirting orgasm without touching. Perhaps she had a ping-pong ball hidden in there, ready to fly in my direction with the right contraction of her muscles. Maybe she just had a really awkward way of seducing men. Nothing I could think of, though, could prepare me for what I was about to... hear.
It came in disjointed sequence at first; a little out of tune perhaps. It improved as she went along, though. The sounds she was making with her vagina drew my attention in. I was mesmerized. She was queefing "Mary Had A Little Lamb." If you think about all the kids you cheered in middle school as they performed an armpit symphony or belched the alphabet in a single breath, they had nothing on Mirium. This was divine. I applauded.
The Clientèle
For some people, porn is a serious subject. Almost gravely serious. I'm not talking about the nay-sayers who think it's the cause of all the world's problems; I'm talking about the clients. As mentioned, Matt's girlfriend is a model. To be more specific, though, she is a fetish model. If you wish, for a significant fee she will make a customized video to your specifications. Go ahead, think of anything.
How about blowing bubbles? No, I'm not talking about clown porn. I'm talking about 3 pieces of Bubblicious gum, chewed up and orally inflated to and past the point of bursting. For thirty minutes. Some guy paid one thousand dollars for a video of that. You're probably wondering if she was naked, tied up or if any other props were involved. No. It was a half hour of just her head and subsequent bubbles that emerged from it. One grand. That is some serious fetish.
Not impressed? Ok. Ants. We left a donut on the cement patio in the back yard. Within an hour, it was covered in ants. The video consisted of nothing more than our beloved fetish model angrily stomping on the helpless insects and shouting condescending remarks down at them. Now, I can understand the loose logic that one would use to justify the sexual value of this situation. Obviously the guy is imagining himself as the ant, being insulted, dominated and crushed by a hot girl with huge tits. Still, as tolerant and open minded as I am, I've got to say, "That is not normal."
In my many years of browsing the Internet, I have come across many porn sites. Most are all the same, but there have have been a few that I keep in a shoe box in my heart. I've seen snot porn. I've seen an erotic site with pictures of girls with their cars stuck in the mud. I've even seen a site where all the photos were touched up to give girls pointed ears, selling them as elves. The truth is, those sites were created in humor and were not actually open for business. The stuff that I got to witness was paid for with more than two months worth of car payments.
Remember the scene in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" where Baron von Rotton punched a cannister of ACME glue? The glue was fittingly cartoon-like in its stretching ability. That kind of glue actually exists. I know this because we had to use it as a prop. The situation was this: Our beautiful busty babe was to be walking to her car, on her way to work. Not far from the door, she would pause, look down, and find herself stuck in a patch of glue. She would then, for five minutes, struggle to free herself from her stretchy restraint. After she managed to do that, she would take another step and find herself attached to the ground once again. This time, it would take fifteen minutes to free herself before getting in her car and driving off. A thousand dollars.
In two years of working close to the action of the porn industry, I've personally met close to three hundred models. Some became famous; some made a beeline for the door as soon as it dawned on them exactly what kind of photo shoot their agent sent them to. Out of all of them though, about two of them were what I would consider normal. I suppose that's just right considering the mentality of those who put their hard earned money into the fantasy. To quote Matt and his infinite wisdom, "Porn is funny."
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