The Jeremy Steele Story
2002-11-18 10:27:39
Jeremy Steele writes for this rebel newspaper
at Columbia University, The Fed:
Screw the job market Reverse-Cowgirl Style-- I'm going into porn.
How a Long Islander got into the adult movie industry.
Al Pacino said in Scarface "You know what capitalism is? Gettin
f-cked." He was right.
I came to California aspiring to become an accomplished actor
and recording artist. I tried school, but it turned out to be
nothing special. Then I decided after 3 years that I had had enough.
One day after I had moved to Hollywood, I got a rush call and
was told to dress in gym clothes. $50 in cash. I'm thinking, cool,
and that soon my non-union days will be over and I'll be on to
bigger and better things. When I got there, something felt different.
The director looked like some kind of blotchy freak. Then I saw
a guy that I know I've seen in a porn flick (I've seen a few,
OK?).
I told the others that this was a porn and they didn't believe
me. A production assistant came over and handed us model releases
to sign, telling us this is for the Playboy Channel. I looked
at the release, which requires our consent to act in a sexually
explicit movie. I told the cute girl sitting next to me that I
thought they would offer her a shot at getting in on the porno
deal. I was right, though she declined an invitation to participate
in a nude scene.
While we were there, a buxom Italian woman decided to take her
clothes off and change in front of me. That was all right. I was
intrigued, so I wandered closer to the dialogues being shot and
found myself standing next to a hot chick called "Ashlyn Gere."
She was flirtatiously rubbing up against me as if I was the next
guy she would be "working" with. I was at a loss. I could feel
her sexual energy and see her nice size titties tightly held by
her shirt.
Falling all over myself, I said, "It's funny how it's Sunday morning
now and people are going to church and we're here doing this."
She froze and soon I found myself standing alone again. Five years
later, I was still sticking it out in Hollywood, walking to my
6 AM telemarketing job.
One day on my way to work, I saw an adult newspaper called "LA
XPress." I picked it up and read it when I came home from work.
I circled the ads which read "Porn Star/Escort." First I called
a few ads, telling the girls I was a young attractive male looking
to get into the adult business. When they said "so what?"
I changed my story: I was a young attractive male seeking to get
into the adult business to support a young child. This got me
a referral to an agency. I made an appointment and a female talent
coordinator took me into the back room and shot a few naked Polaroids
of me. I asked her if she wanted me to have a hard on and she
said that would help. She liked what she saw, told the boss and
two weeks later, I got my big chance.
My first porn scene was unforgettable. I got to the hotel and
met the girl that I was supposed to have sex with. Average looking,
I'd say, young, but nothing fancy. She was a stripper named Lacy
Love, who carried a bag of clothes, dildos and makeup. On the
way there she revealed that I was to be her first boy scene, though
she had done some lesbian work. I told her I liked to see heat
develop from a sense of the unknown.
The director told me that I was to play a young college student
who calls an escort agency. I'm supposed to be horny, but nervous.
No problem. The scene started. I called, waited, and answered
the door. I'm nervous and she can tell--she says it's going to
be all right. Soon she was sucking dick, and I looked down and
said to myself, "this definitely beats telemarketing."
When it came to be my turn, I flipped her over and went down on
her. Soon I realized that I had pulled my tongue. I do everything
so the cameraman can see, trying to pull a lizard tongue showcase.
She was enjoying it, but, damn, my tongue was killing me! Then
it was finally time for the main event. I go in for the kill and
the director says, "I can't see anything. Can you stand up more?"
So, I quickly began to learn the bizarre, leg-straining circus
positions, keeping my ass in the air and coming down as I thrust.
Before I knew it, we had gone through all the positions, Doggie
Style, Spoon, Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl. Now the big finale. I
shot a big load then had to hold for stills. We showered, he paid
us. I drove her home. We kissed goodbye. What a nice girl.
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