legit cause Gina Lynn referred me to him, and he represents her, and she’s one of the biggest stars around but . . . I think I’ll just take everything he says with a grain of salt.
The next day, before my photos even went up, I went to meet with the owner of this company called Vouyer Media; and he signed me to an exclusive contract for my first few movies! It’s a Gonzo company. See Mom, in porn, there are two kinds of productions: Gonzo porn, and Feature porn. In Gonzo, the movies are just straight-up sex—no dialogue, no setup, no scenario. The cameraman uses the camera to maneuver around the people having sex, getting really tight shots of the penetration and stuff.
Feature porn is totally different. It’s considered “classier”—they are like real movies, but with sex scenes integrated into them. There are additional days of shooting only dialogue, and it’s a really long and tedious process. The sex is usually way softer, too—and the camera generally stays on either a tripod or a jib, a safe distance away from the actual sex. It’s marketed more toward couples and women.
Anyway, so my first five movies out were with Vouyer Media. They’re already all out; Gonzo productions turn over pretty fast. It takes one day, about eight hours, to shoot a scene. The day starts out around 9 a.m. in the makeup chair. After that, we shoot “pretty girls,” which are basically just photos of me by myself. I start out in the outfit appropriate for the day—doctor’s outfit, schoolgirl uniform, office-wear, etc. . . . And then I strip down to my matching lingerie set, then to just me naked, and then they take close-up shots of my lady bits. Around 1 p.m., I put my lingerie and outfit back on, and we start shooting the tease, which is like a striptease, or “pre-sex” clip that gets edited down to four minutes total. That takes about an hour to shoot, until 2 p.m. when the male talent arrives. We shoot photos of 3–4 sex positions. By 3 p.m. we are usually ready to roll video on the sex, which lasts about thirty minutes. I’m usually showered and out the door by 5 p.m.
My second month of shooting, though, something kind of shitty happened. Are you sitting down? If not, sit down. This is gonna sound crazy to you I’m sure, but I promise you it’s not a big deal. It’s like catching a cold, really. I got chlamydia. It’s curable! You just take a few pills and it goes away. But when they called me, I was totally devastated. I mean . . . It’s an STD. Gross! Don’t tell any of my friends, or your friends, okay? Don’t even tell Dad. Just don’t tell anyone please. We have this testing system out here, everyone in porn uses it. Every production company requires a test no older than thirty days (some require tests no older than fourteen days) to shoot a scene. It’s pretty cool—at first I couldn’t even look at the needle going into my arm, but now I hardly even notice when they poke it in. Anyways, I was at the beach with Jenna (she is staying at the model house too) when I got the call from them. The caller ID showed it was the testing facility, and Jenna immediately told me that was a bad sign, that they never call unless they have bad news.
“Hi, is this Asa?”
“Yeah, is everything okay?”
“I have some bad news, honey, it’s about your test. You came up positive for chlamydia.”
Mom, I swear, everything went dark after that. Like I know they always say that in books and movies and stuff, but it literally happened to me. I felt like I was about to pass out (I didn’t), and Jenna had to call our agent for me. I think I was even deaf for a couple of minutes.
Anyways, Jenna drove me to the testing center, I took my meds on the spot, got retested a week later, and then I was ready to get back to shooting.
My first few scenes are kind of a blur. One of them was for a movie called “Make Me Creamy,” and it’s a cream-pie movie. Do you know what that is? It’s when the guy cums inside the girl’s vagina. I don’t think I’m gonna do any more scenes like that. I mean I don’t necessarily regret it, but . . . I just don’t want random guys’ sperm in me, you know?
So far, since those initial five movies I shot for Vouyer Media, I’ve done about fifty movies for different companies. That sounds like a lot, when I think about it. I think I like the Gonzo movies better—I think hardcore sex is what I’m really good at, you know? The acting stuff, I need some more practice with.
Oh, you wanna know something really weird? Black guys in porn don’t take their shoes off during sex. Like if the scene starts off with them naked, they enter the frame fully unclothed, but with their shoes on. And if the scene starts with them clothed, they take off the shoes to remove their pants, and then THEY PUT THEIR SHOES BACK ON. And it’s literally only the black guys. I’m gonna get down to the bottom of this before I leave the business.
Hmmm, what else have I learned . . . I learned that when I’m on my period, I can just cut off a little piece of a makeup sponge, stuff it deep in my vagina, and then I can still have clean, blood-free sex! I just have to make sure I take it out right after the scene—I accidentally left one in for two days once, and when I took it out, it smelled horrid.
Mom, I really feel like I’ve found my calling here. I know it’s not what you want to hear—I know it sounds absolutely absurd. But the more I do this, the more I realize I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I hope you can be happy for me.
Write back!
I’ll come home as soon as I can,
Love you,
Asa
Haiku
Home from Trader Joe’s,
Was it there for that whole time?
Dried cum on my chin.
3
Penis Envy
Ruby and I sat on the floor of Studio E as we rehearsed our script. We were shooting a lesbian scene for BigTitsAtWork.com.
“What? You’re not going to comment on my tits, Miss Akira?”
“Um, I think that would be inappropriate, boss.”
“Well, if you’re saying I’m distracting you from your work, and you want me to put these tits away, you’re going to have to do it for me.”
“I’m not sure that would be the right thing to do.”
“Listen. If you want to keep your job, you’ll do as I say. Now close the door and come be a good girl.”
Scripts for these scenes never change much. Wardrobe is always a pencil skirt, stockings, and a collared shirt unbuttoned far too low for an actual office. There is always a boss, as well as an employee. The employee is generally at risk of losing their job. The sex, being part of a website centered around big tits in the office, involves a lot of breast play, and positions in which they are on full display. I always feel silly shooting for this site, since I don’t have particularly large breasts; I always imagine the viewers at home wondering what I’m doing on this site. For some reason I imagine a British couple watching. The man would exclaim in the Queen’s English, “Look here, this girl is barely a C cup. What on earth is she doing here?”
“Who does she think she is?” his wife would answer, in an equally British accent. “Does she really think her breasts are big? That’s preposterous!”
The couple would then toast with their wineglasses and have a good laugh at my expense.
As Ruby and I went over our lines over again, Brent came running in. He was the director of this fine website.
“They’re shooting a gay scene next door in Studio D!” he burst.
In no way was his enthusiasm an overreaction. The gay and straight sides of porn rarely cross, and to us, on the straight side, the other side was a mystery land we knew nothing about. To be in the studio next to a gay scene being shot was like winning the freak show lottery.
We had all heard rumors of the other side.
“They don’t get tested every month like us. They