I hear that Christy Canyon is divorcing her husband Jeremy Stone, the editor of Adam Film World.
A story floating around the biz says that the owner of the bankrupt porn company Western Visuals, Elliot Segal, has been arrested in North Carolina and extradited back to California on charges of arson in connection with the burning down of the W.V. building about two months ago. Rob Spallone 10/16/98 says that the story is not true.
Former Arrow owner Butchie Peraino is feeling better. He's living in New York and undergoing chemotherapy on a cancerous tumor in his lung. I hear that the tumor has decreased in size by 25% from the chemo, and Butchie is able to go longer periods of time without needing oxygen.
Veteran photographer Johnny Castano complains about Regan Senter f---ing his models (this one called Andrea).
"She told him to go f--- himself," says Johnny over the phone. "I asked her, why did you go see him? He said he was going to get me work. You did that f---ing scam (demo tape to demonstrate compliance) with him? You're 30 years old, don't you know any better?
"Then he [Regan] tries to get the numbers of other models that I've been sending Rodney Moore. I kept calling him [Regan] on his 800 number until he complained to AT&T. Here's a convicted felon reporting me, who has never been in jail in my life. So I called AT&T up and told them, 'you're talking about a convicted felon and a pornographer.' I told them every f---ing thing about him. I bet he doesn't even have a business license.
"When I tell this to all the photographers I know, and all the guys in video like Metro, I'm going to tell them that if I send a girl to you, she can't work with one of Regan's models. This guy is a real rat. This f---ing Regan... You're going to be reading about him in the paper. They're going to find him dead some place. I've heard rumors about this guy."
Regan: "The girl did not tell me to go f--- myself. She asked me to find her work over the weekends. She's happy to work with me. I'll give you Luke her number, as we have done in the past [with Castano's allegations about Regan]. I tried to do normal call blocking [of Regan's 800 number] with Johnny's number because he was calling me 25 times a day. If we he wants to pay for it, he can call me 25x a day. I did not go to the police crying harassment. As far as being a convicted felon, that is nonsense. Please try to prove it. I've never taken any girls from Rodney Moore. I provide him with talent. Since when is a photographer named Johnny Castano acting as a casting office? I have nothing against Johnny. We may well work together again. But if he goes into a rage because I have sex with a model that he did NOT send me, that is too bad. Of course I f---ed her. I taped it too. My demos are not scams. Johnny sometimes pays girls $125 for a layout and sells them to magazines for thousands of dollars. May God have mercy on the soul of anybody who deals with him [Johnny]."
Oasis Entertainment hosts the sold-out premiere party for Mindy DeBaise and Lisa Perkins' documentary, "Porn...It's A Living." at the House of Blues Foundation Room (8430 Sunset Blvd., West Hollywood) on Tuesday, Nov. 10 9:30 p.m..
The documentary features Jenna Jamison, Janine Lindenmulder, Ron Jeremy, Gloria Leonard, Sharon Mitchell, Veronica Hart, Nici Sterling, Eric Evans, Rebecca Lords & Ginger Lynn.
Internet newsgroup postings by "louise@betterthings.com" say that Kirsten Halborg's porn modeling agency in London is really a front for prostitution.
>This woman is an evil money grabber - she has a "so >called" model agency called Kool Klass that is an >absolute joke. It is, in fact, a prostitution>ring run under the cover of a model agency. The girls >get 1 or 2 jobs that are true modelling jobs, but they >are rare.
>If we ever have an HIV problem in the UK or Europe, >she would probably be linked to the source/cause in >some way with the things and some of the>people she deals with.
>She manipulates the models into doing prostitution >jobs (that she calls private work) for her and they do>not realise what they have let themselves in for until >it is too late. By then, they are too scared to get >out as she blackmails them by threatening to tell >parents, boyfriends etc. what they have been doing. >She was charging a £100 registration fee to join her >agency, and the usual 20% commission on modelling >jobs. On the prostitution work, she charges 30% >commission on £2-300. The better girls, like me, were >getting £300 for 2 hours of sex with a client. She >also tells you that she knows the clients. Of the 6 or >7 jobs I did for her, only 1 had ever met her or knew >her. Some had got to know about her through chat >lines.
>A really nasty piece of work that tried to do >modelling herself and failed to get anywhere >worthwhile in 6 months.
>She has a trail of suspicious dealings, dodgy >practices, possible links to child porn and drug >dealing to the models. This comes from a very reliable>source in the business, who is VERY close to her.
>She puts as many people off the glamour/modelling >business as she introduces. Ask anyone who is anyone >in the business. Hardly anyone in the UK will deal >with her now as she has such a bad (and true) >reputation.
Author: Louise
Email: louise@betterthings.com
Date: 1998/11/09
Forums: alt.fan.televisionx, alt.models, alt.models.petite
>To any new or prospective
model -
>
>Did you see British Sex on Sky One on 8th November >1998?
>
>This is fact, not fiction about an agency in London >who may have been
featured on this programme with a >name of 2 words both starting with
a K. Ask around any >big or good names in the industry, the good ones
will >verify what is here as truth, not lies.
>I am a model who found out the hard way. I post this >hoping that it will help prevent anyone else falling >into the same trap. My own modelling career started >about 1 1/2 years ago with a model agent in London. >Her name started with a K, following with an "i", and >ending with an "n". It also nearly ended within a >month as well because of the former. Mine is not an >isolated case either. As another vague clue, she could >have blonde hair as well?! She is also a very good at >distorting the truth.
>Well, really her agency is one in the broadest >interpretation of the term. Prostitution and a bit of >modelling is the better definition.
>When I got wise to her little tricks, she threatened >me with all kinds of things. She was like a spoilt >child having a tantrum, even threatening me with >physical violence. All I wanted to do was model and >earn some money to live on. I did not want to get into >drugs, prostitution or help her out by going to see >people and having sex with them to confirm a booking. >Fine if you want to do it, but myself and others >didn't.
>Even though strongwilled and from a good background, >somehow I got into the prostitution game and >contracted Hepatitis C (which I did get treatment>for). This was, I believe, from an actor in Europe. >Thank god it was not something else more serious.
>She will seem all sweetness and light when you go to >see her or do your first job (she will try to get you >into hardcore), and then you start the problems like I >did. Think logically about this, why are most of her >"clients" abroad? Because no one who is anyone will >deal with her in the UK or America. I had producers >etc., telling me to go to another agency fast, if I >wanted people to take me seriously. A lot assumed I >would perform extras just because of the agent I was >with. Then she would be on the phone telling me to >"just do it or else". Think what this is like when you >are abroad and the only english girl on the set. She >also refuses to speak to the husbands or boyfriends >when you are away or "working" about anything, even >when it is serious.
>Another of her tricks is to try and slag you off when >you stop working for her as unreliable etc.
>All I am saying is be very careful and dont be afraid >to stand up for yourself on set, about money, drugs or >anything else that suddenly appears when you are >working for her (if you make that poor decision).
>The ending is a happy one though - I work 5 nights a >week as a table dancer and model 2/3 days. I have a >decent agent and an understanding and supportive >boyfriend. I am also in my second year studying law on >a distance learning course to become a barrister.
>Being a model is a great job sometimes, but there are >some who just want a piece of you. Be careful and >strong.
Luke F-rd's Political Nightmare
(Satire by Fred Buccolini)
I had a low turnout of trick-or-treaters on Halloween night and plenty of leftover candy. Over the course of the next several days I would periodically indulge in several miniature Mounds, Almond Joy, Kit Kat, and Hershey bars. By Election morning, my brain was askew with enough glucose to make me goofy.
Scanning the Los Angeles Times election recommendations, I read the bios of political candidates and underlined my choices; using the paper as an outline in which to vote later that day. I finished a couple of bowls of Count Chocula cereal and immediately felt weak and tired. I crawled to my makeshift bed in my living room and passed out.
In the distance I could hear my phone ringing; then the clicking of my answering machine; then the unhappy voices of Bill Margold and Gloria Leonard on a joint conference call. Margold: "You're not welcome here: print that!" Leonard: "Can't you get anything right! Buy a goddamn dictionary!"
Suddenly, I'm at the Disneyland Hotel in Anaheim. I'm sitting at a table with Paul Fishbein, Mike Albo, Gloria Leonard, Russ Hampshire. To my immediate right is Mark Kernes. Everyone is gorging their chicken dinners.
I look toward the stage amongst a capacity crowd of at least 1500 people.
I realize by the array of primary colors--balloons, party favors, streamers--that this is some sort of victory party.
Comedian Don Rickles takes to the stage.
Rickles: "Hello you
cocksuckers! And welcome. This is a big night. I may be bald but you
guys look like s---! I think you all know why we're here: Ladies and
Suitcase Pimps: the new sheriff of
Los Angeles County: Mr. Bearson Stubbs"
The crowd stands and applauds.
From my view, Mr. Stubbs looks a hell of lot like Bill Margold.
Mark Kernes puts his arm around me and whispers in my ear: "See buddy, we are taking over. And it's all because of you."
He then kisses me on the cheek.
I am nonplussed. Nothing makes sense.
Bearson Stubbs takes to the stage. Judging from his disheveled clothes and poor posture, it's definitely Bill Margold.
Stubbs: "Thank you.
I've had a wonderful time in this industry. The X-rated industry has
given me 30 years of its time, and now I give back. First up, I would
like to thank Mr. Luke F-rd, the new editor of Hustler Magazine, who
was gracious enough to hire the old staff from the defunct AVN; and
who created one of the most ingenious marketing campaigns, utilizing
scratch and sniff voter registration pamphlets and pictures of me, inside
every issue of Hustler magazine. Well, as you can
see, it worked!"
Everyone stands and applauds.
I feel the heat of the spotlight. Russ Hampshire hands me a wireless microphone and says, "Say something , pal."
I feel a little bewildered, but hell--I go with it.
Luke F-rd: "Wow! This is so cool. Thanks Bill...I mean Bearson. This is so weird, because, not long ago, practically everybody at this table hated my guts. And now you love me--you really love me!"
Mike Albo: "We never hated you Luke! We were only teasing!"
Gloria Leonard: "I love you Luke. I love you Luke. I love you Luke."
Russ Hampshire: "Way to go! Luke! Knock'em dead!"
Ford: "Oh...stop. This is too much. This is so funny, because, the way this whole thing began--in fact, the reason for my website, was to curry favor with Mr. Hampshire, in hope that one day, he would eliminate those irritating Free Speech Coalition ads at the beginning of all VCA tapes. I mean, it wasn't that many years ago, when I was getting ready to pull my pud to a VCA tape, that this goddamned image of an American flag appeared on my tv screen. s---! I thought, 'Is this anyway to start an erection? I've got to put a stop to this.' And well, as you know, things sort of snowballed from there."
Hampshire: "Ya! We now put the ads at the end of the tape."
Everybody laughs.
Ford: "Yes. But, we are really here tonight to celebrate the future. A whole new era in interactive pornography. In just a few short months, we will have the technology where you could be watching a Robert Black video, and, with just a click of a button, Robert Black will appear live in your living room and rape your wife while sticking her head in the toilet."
Everybody applauds, except Veronica Hart.
Stubbs: "Don't forget outcall, Luke!"
Ford: "Of course. Soon, whenever someone views an adult tape, there will be an 800 number at the very end, in which anyone can call and order live outcall service from any of the stars they've just viewed. And with the placement of Sheriff Stubbs, people can expect absolutely no harassment from the vice department for those of you living in Los Angeles region. This is truly our time!"
Stubbs: "Tell them about the compilations, Luke."
Ford: "Oh, I almost forgot. The industry has recently joined in unity to fix prices. No more compilations! All VHS tapes will now be in the two hour format with prices starting at $29.95 Everyone will be rich!."
Stubbs: "You forgot something Luke!"
Ford: "Oh yes, everyone here tonight will receive a free copy of the great classic "Marylin and the Senator," which stars our new sheriff."
Stubbs: "Ah yes, my youth! But enough about you, Luke. This is my night--time for me to bask in the glory. When I was in my prime as a performer, I was known as Leather Dick, because I had no feeling in my cock. It would get up and stay hard and you could hang baby elephants from it and nothing would happen. I am the pillar of strength. I thrive on my enemies. I feed off their vindictiveness because I outlast all of them. I am eternal. That is my role."
Suddenly, shots ring out from the rafters.
I rush to the stage and kneel in front of the wounded sheriff.
Ford: "Are you ok?"
Stubbs: "I'm ok, kid. It's just a flesh wound."
Ford: "Did you see who did it?"
Stubbs: "Yes. It was blathering Brandy. Please. Call 911."
Suddenly, I feel someone shaking me violently. I open my eyes.
I see Rob Spallone.
Spallone: "Wake up! Pal? Wake up! Buddy!"
Ford: "Huh?"
Spallone: "Jeez, you must have been dreamin' pal. You got spittle all over your cheek."
Ford: "Am I the editor of Hustler magazine?"
Spallone: "Ha! Right. You had a nightmare...or a daymare..it's f---in' two o'clock in the afternoon. Get with it kid. What's with all of these f---in' candy wrappers?"
Ford: "Huh? Oh. Halloween--trick-or-treaters. No shows. I guess I stuffed myself to the point of a serious delusion that people in this f---ing business actually liked me."
Spallone: "Well, I like you Luke...most of the time. But, don't worry about those yahoos. They're all jealous of the other guy--big f---in' egos with nothing to show for it. Don't sweat it. Who knows? Maybe someday you'll be something special--you might even be sheriff."
Rog Pipe covered a scene from the next Jane Waters video from Extreme Associates "The Pornographer"
Sometimes, another day
at the office turns out to be anything but. This lesson has never been
more clear to me than it is right now. Not ten feet away, Jasmin St.
Claire lies in a sweaty heap, the
perfect picture of a well f---ed, cum soaked porn starlet in the flesh.
The scene she has just completed, for Jane Waters' "The Pornographer"
from Extreme Associates, may be the best thing she has ever done, a
moment that may live on in the annals of adult filmdom forever.
Of course, I am getting ahead of myself. The road
to porn perfection is a twisting, bumpy one where those who can not
adapt and roll with the punches end up as road kill. What follows is
my account of this magical journey, an outsider's look at the process,
pain, prides and persistence it takes to produce one, cum drenched scene.
I call it, "A half day in a hot, downtown, L.A. loft."
Tuesday, October 6, 1998 was, by all accounts a gorgeous
fall day in SoCal. The hot Santa Ana winds blew and the sun was uncharacteristically
bright. As I made my way into the city of angels,
the traffic reminded me once again why I live so far out of the way.
Thankfully, it wasn't rush hour, so the thirty mile trip took just under
an hour and a half. Once I found the location, an isolated
building with various office space/lofts, I was shocked to see how few
people were actually there. Star of the day, Jasmin St. Clair sat in
her chair, giving her makeup artist, Shawn, an earful and reminding
him how lucky he was to be working with her. He didn't seem to object
to this line of logic much.
Director Jane Waters and his small crew were up in
the loft, preparing, so I stayed down to chat with Jasmin. On the set
of her first Extreme Associates film, she was in good spirits and looking
quite lovely. After we exchanged a few pleasantries and re lived some
of our past memories. (She was my very first adult star interview.)
With some time to spare, I was able to ask her a few questions, hoping
to God she was in the mood to talk and not ready to bite my head off
as she has been known to do when feeling foul. As usual, Jasmin had
plenty to say about practically everything. "I am very excited to be
working with Jane Waters. This is really my first movie for a director
other than John T. Bone. I'm very happy." Given her rather strong feelings
about her previous employer, it is no wonder she is happy with the change.
"I was an A player on a C team, so I traded up."
Citing some of the differences, Jasmin said "I'm happy now. The checks
aren't bouncing any more, my career is moving forward, the people are
more pleasant to work with. What more could I ask for?" Upon seeing
director Jane Waters make his way onto the set, Jasmin quickly added,
"Except for Tom Byron's big cock up my ass."
As if on cue, director Jane Waters, enters the room.
After I introduce myself as an internet reporter, I have to assure him
that I am not a certain other net reporter. Once I had passed the security
tests, Waters was completely friendly. Although this is not his first
effort, Jane is still fairly new to the title of director. "I've only
directed about twenty films, but I've shot over a thousand." This is
his second effort for Extreme ("Night Stalker" being the first.) "The
Pornographer" is to be more of a feature than his last film, yet the
crew is still minimal. "I'm used to working with bigger crews, but
this is working out just fine." In addition to the feature, Waters has
been shooting a behind the scenes piece for cable release. "We're shooting
a 'making of' since this is a group effort. To let people see what goes
into making an adult film." We have time to talk a bit more, and am
not surprised to find out that Jane made his way into porn via Gregory
Dark. "I met him and first worked with him on his documentary 'Fallen
Angles' and my first job in the business was editing 'New Wave Hookers.'"
On working with the notoriously temperamental Ms.
St. Clair, Waters smiles and replies "Working with Jasmin is actually
great. She calls to check up. She's on time. She actually takes this
seriously and that is a nice change." Before I can ask him the same
question regarding Rob Black, Waters gets a phone call and is off, leaving
me again with Jasmin and her make up boy.
Never shy about speaking up, Jasmin was quick to
engage me. "Have you seen my new web site?" She asked. I hadn't of course,
which put me somewhat less in her good graces. "It's www.jasminstclair.com
. Check it out and let me know what you think. I have new photos up
this week."
"Have you seen mine?" I ask, regretting the question
before it even escapes my lips. Before she can chastise me with more
than a quick "Are you on crack Rog?" I change the subject. "New pictures
from where?"
"Magazine layouts mostly. Since I switched companies,
I have gotten a lot more print work. I even did my first girl/girl layout
with my friend Harmony Grant."
"I heard it was with Jenna."
"Where did you hear that?"
"Around."
"Whatever. Don't listen to everything you hear, you
should know that. I've also got my new comic book coming out. It takes
my career from the gang bang to now." She notices me just listening
and snaps a bit. "Aren't you writing anything down?"
"I didn't realize this was an interview." I shoot
back, hoping a smile will let her know I mean well.
"Oh that's right." She replies, picking up some signal
I was unaware I had given. "Here. I forgot you only interview people
topless."
Unsure of where she heard that rumor, but happy to
live up, or down to whatever imagined reputation I supposedly have,
I grabbed a pen and started doodling on my pad, continuing to remember
the conversation, but happily checking out her full, and obviously expensive
breasts. "Speaking of gang bangs" I pick up the conversation. "I hear
you won't be doing any more of those."
"No. The gang bang was a publicity thing to get my
name out there. It worked, but I don't need it any more. Now, I am in
movies that actually have some dialog, better production values and
that have some chance of being more than just a freak show. I was never
utilized to my full potential before and that seems to be changing here
at Extreme. These people walk in and have a game plan. They know what
they're doing. Besides, no one here refuses to let me see the DNA tests
of the guys I have to work with."
Naked breasts aside, the interview just got really
interesting with that little bombshell, but even as I blurt out. "You
weren't allowed to look at DNA tests?" Jasmin is being whisked over
for a
lighting check. I am left standing, open mouthed with the make up guy.
(Not a good idea, I am reminded.)
Earl Slate has joined Jasmin in the corner of the
loft. It has been set up to look like a sex toy factory, with dildos,
body molds and various other sex toys stacked around a huge table. There
is no script for this scene, so Waters goes over the basic dialog he
wants his two performers to run through. Jasmin has come to Slate to
see about having him make a love doll from her body. After showing her
his craftsmanship, she is to agree to the project. At this time, Slate
asks if Jasmin is free to do movies, because you see, he is friends
with this guy, Rob Black. I lose track of the dialog as my attention
is diverted to the front door. Some more people are arriving now.
Through the door strolls Extreme director Van Damage
and contract stud Luciano, followed by the two man crew from Talking
Blue TV. Van had some lights to set up, so I hung back to talk with
the Talking Blue guys. Since most everyone was in Atlantic City for
the East Coast Video Show, we were the only press on the set day. We
talked about their web site (www.talkingblue.com) which was nominated
for an AVN-Online award. As Waters went over camera set ups, we discussed
a joint venture which would put my reviews on their site.
The lights are now set and Jasmin has her lines down,
but her costar, Earl Slate seems to be having some problems with his
part. "I'm not an actor." He says during one particularly difficult
portion of the dialog. "I'm a f---ing porn guy. I want to get f---ed."
Not completely amused, Waters nonetheless, never
loses his cool, coaching Slate and St. Clair through the scenario until
they are sure have it down. With his actors ready, he spends a bit of
time
actually arranging the lights so that things look perfect. I am impressed
at the way he attends to the details of the shot. If Slate seems himself
as just a "porn guy", it's clear Waters takes his craft
somewhat seriously.
The rehearsal doesn't keep everyone's attention however,
as Jasmin's make up artist has dozed off to sleep on a couch. He has
found one of the life-sized male blowup dolls to curl up with. The
sight strikes Jasmin funny and for a time, she can hardly concentrate.
"Someone take a picture. He's found a new friend."
With everything set up, the camera finally rolls
for the first time at ten minutes to three. In spite his claims to the
contrary, Slate does a fine job with his lines. He and Jasmin play off
of each
other. Jasmin plays a bitchy, primadonna porn star (Typecast much?)
while Earl is a somewhat obsessed mold maker who is dying to get his
plaster on the fair Ms. St. Clair.
Some problems arise from the constant passing trucks
outside. They wreak havoc on the long dialog scenes. In spite these
difficulties, Waters works his actors through the long, semi-improv
dialog that is, in spite Slate's protestations and the noisy trucks,
quite believable.
The end of the scene consists of a phone conversation
between Slate and Rob Black. Jasmin wants to come to work for Extreme
and Black is to send Tom Byron over to give her a try out. That done,
it's time to move on to the sex scene. One problem, Byron has not yet
arrived. No worries, it's time for some more stills anyway.
The cast is also getting a bit hungry so Jasmin has
her make up artist start taking orders. The only place to get anything
to eat is a Chinese deli at the other end of the complex. Luckily for
him,
there are not other options, or surely the complex ordering process
might have taken on a whole new set of challenges. By the time he has
the half dozen or so orders and head off to get food with Luciano, it's
three thirty. Waters is in the middle of a heated conversation with
Black about the still missing Byron.
This break gives me
a chance to talk a bit with Van. We've exchanged Email, but never actually
met before today. I share with him the news that New Rave magazine is
going to run my review of his film "Lewd Conduct 2" for the January
issue. It's not a surprise that Van is up on a lot of the internet chat
and gossip. He's one of the few adult film makers who actually follows
what is said out in cyberspace, which is, of course, how he knows of
my reviews. We talk a little about some of the more annoying net citizens,
but eventually we get onto the topic of his next project. "It's called
'Flesh Pot'. It's got a 60's theme." The video is due on the shelves
in early November. Before he is called away, I have time to ask him
about the supposed contract Victoria Paris has with Extreme. "That's
off as of now. The HIV thing pretty much scared her away."
Bad news arrives again. The deli is closed. No food
for the hungry crew. Since the closest restaurant is over a mile away,
he takes the orders one more time and is off again.
By now Byron is well over an hour later and repeated
phone calls to Black are doing nothing to appease his growing frustration.
It's now a quarter
to four. Jasmin is finished with her still and is giving Talking Blue
an interview with Earl. Van is discussing something in the next room
with Waters, so I was able to chat with
Glenn Baren, of Glenlyn Music. On this day, he is taking stills for
the movie, but Glenn is best known for the music he has supplied to
adult films for seven years. As such, it's no shock that I have heard
of him and am a fan of his work. What is a shock is that he too, has
read some of my reviews on the net. We were just getting into a conversation
about music in porn. "Mainly, we try not to make it cheesy and crappy."
He says.
Our conversation is broken as Waters' voice booms.
He is back on the phone with Black, now rather furious. "It's not his
movie. He just doesn't give a s---. I've got everyone ready to go. I've
got
press here. What the f--- is his problem." The set fell silent as the
director ranted on about the missing actor. "Well f--- it. He's fired!"
Everyone stands around a bit shocked as he continues.
"I've got Luciano here, he can do it."
It's four o'clock, Waters has a scene to shoot. The
guy is a no show, has been fired and the back up is out getting lunch.
Now, all we have to do is wait around for him to get back, and the scene
can commence.
No more than two minutes after discovering that Luciano
was gone, Waters is about redo the scene with Earl filling in, but as
if on cue, Tom Byron walks through the door. Whatever tense discussion
they share, they do so outside, where no one can hear.
When they come back in, the set is abuzz with activity.
After a quick run through of what little dialog there is, Jasmin and
Tom are ready for their scene. It's four twenty and after a foodless
lunch,
it's time to make some film magic.
At four twenty two, the food arrives and it's time
for yet another break. This gives me time to chat some more with the
guys from Talking Blue. From the corner of my eye, I see Van whispering
something to Tom. We've met before, but he hasn't recognized me. Apparently
Van has clued him in because he is heading my way at a rapid pace. I
can't help but hope I haven't said something to piss him off. With visions
of a thrashing invading my good vibes, Tom extends his hand. "So, you
didn't like the digital effects in Gapes 2?" We end up having a nice
conversation, in which he explains some of the reasons behind said effects.
(Sometimes it's more from necessity than an artistic endeavor.) Before
being called off to lunch, Tom remembers to tell me. "I hear you like
Stryc9. I've talked to her. Give the office a call, we'll set up an
interview." Just the thought of that isenough to make my day and while
the crew eats, I start jotting down questions for the all too adorable
Extreme contract girl.
Finally, at four forty five, with everyone in place
and lunch over with, the scene is ready to progress. Tom's dialog is
much easier than Earl's. He walks into the room, exchanges a few words
with Jasmin and starts in on her. With Earl's help, Tom takes a few
measurements for the body mold. It's really amazing to watch both Tom
and Jasmin. Just moments ago, they were sitting around talking, but
the second the cameras start, they are transformed, as if
by magic.
The small circle of crew and on lookers close in,
a single camera, a still photographer, a fill light, the director and
the three press onlookers, jotting notes furiously. Jasmin notices nothing
from
that moment, but Tom's dick. She wolfs it down greedily, stopping at
one point to comment, in a voice that is not just for the camera.
"f---, this really is a big cock." Big or not, she has seemingly no
trouble taking it all the way down her throat. I have often noted when
reviewing Jasmin that if the editor is not careful (or if he is be
intentionally clever) he will leave in a shot with Jasmin's 'camera
face' down. As I watch her work on Tom, I keep waiting for this to happen.
For her to roll her eyes or push him away. Today, there is
none of that and I can't help but wonder why. He spanks her ass while
she takes him all the way to the base, and her ass reddens instantly.
The harder he spanks, the deeper she goes, it's actually a very erotic
scene from the very start.
Earl is standing nearby, masturbating, I am struck
by the fact that there is probably not a guy on the set who isn't wishing
he were doing the same thing. (Except for Tom, and maybe the make up
guy.) I have to say that if this scene does not come out magnificent,
I will be totally shocked. Their chemistry is fantastic and at times
hilarious. Taking on more of her characters bitchiness, Jasmin yanks
Tom down onto the table and orders him to lie face down while she plays
with his asshole. She is so rough you can practically hear the male
faces cringe around them. I don't know if this was just acting, or if
Jasmin let her super-bitch persona loose here, but she has a ball with
Tommy in a prone position. More great footage is captured, and as Tom
stands for the next position, she remarks, snippy as ever "Well, that
sure made your dick hard."
"What are you trying to say?" Tom asks, smiling knowingly.
Yet another obstacle has presented itself. Jasmin
has just begun her monthly flow and a long debate ensues as to how to
shoot s---. She relates a rather hideous story about what another director
made her do. I won't go into the details, but let's say no one was anxious
to serve on the sponge retrieval committee so the idea was nixed. Instead,
the decision is made to shoot an anal only. "Who cares about pussy anyway."
Someone says.
As they get into position, Jasmin seems suddenly
tentative.
"What's wrong?" Waters asks.
Jasmin laughs nervously, watching Tom get his dick
hard and ready. "I was such a bitch to him, I think he's going to grudge
f--- me."
Tom grins knowingly. "Who me?" With that, he bends
her over and grabs the lube. It's not like I've never seen Jasmin do
an anal scene before. (Has she ever done a scene where she didn't take
it in the ass?) Still, the chemistry between she and Tom is unmistakable.
He welcomes Jasmin to the team with a long, hard ass f--- that is certain
to win them at least a nomination for best anal.
After the first two positions, Waters wants them
to move to the couch to finish things off. This means readjusting the
lighting and kicking the once again make up guy off the couch. Jasmin
now
threatens to send him home with his blow up stud. She downs some water
and poses for some stills while everything gets moved around for the
finishing shots.
By the time they get everything ready to finish,
the room feels like it's ten degrees hotter than when they started.
Jasmin has to towel off a number of times as she and Tom work their
way through the final two positions. True to his reputation, he stays
hard and pumping for as long as necessary. Everyone gets into position
for the final shot. With Tom still pumping away on Jasmin's butt, he
prepares her for the flood. Spinning around and taking it right from
her ass, she sucks his cock again. This is the big moment, because as
someone once said, 'The best laid plans of mice and men don't mean s---
if you don't get the pop shot.' (OK, so nobody says that, but it seemed
to fit.) No amount of preparation could have prepared Jasmin for the
rocket load Tom fired at her. The first volley nailed her chin and actually
sprays over her head. Recovering from her initial shock, Jasmin strokes
the rest of his copious load onto her face which drips from her nose,
chin and tongue. An interesting way to welcome someone to the family
if ever there was one.
As Jasmin and Tom clean up, I get final comments
from all the particulars. There is still a blowjob scene to shoot, but
it's been a long day and rush hour traffic is about to clog the freeways.
Thanking everyone, I pack up my notes and head to the car. Things were
anything but routine and disaster may have been narrowly averted a number
of times, but in the end, Waters got what he needed and then some. If
the finished product is half as hot as what I saw, then 'The Pornographer'
should have Jane Waters, Jasmin St. Clair and Extreme Associates collecting
some little statues given out by critics sometime early next year.