by Holly Randall of HollyRandall.com
Holly writes-No I won’t be your fluffer
From my monthly Xbiz column:
It may sound funny to suggest that a pornographer has moral boundaries, but I do have certain lines that I won’t cross. But the day came when I’d reached one of those lines — one I really didn’t want to cross. At this moment, it appeared that either I was going to have to compromise my integrity, or I was going to lose money on a failed photo shoot. What’s disturbing is that I was almost prepared to do the former.
I was shooting a centerfold for Playgirl magazine, and what I’d always dreaded, but what I’d always suspected, had happened. The model, expecting some kind of female fluffer on set, discovered that I was to be the only girl present that day. Yes, I was the photographer, but why couldn’t I perform double-duty?
"You know Holly, you’re going to have to fluff me today," he commented as he appraised my unappealing getup of jeans and a loose-fitting sweater, complete with a face devoid of makeup framed by a messy ponytail. "I’m serious," he continued, when I rolled my eyes at his suggestion.
I tried to ignore the insinuation that I actually give a hand job — or worse a blowjob — to this man, but he wouldn’t drop it. Not that I particularly blame him, since I know he was concerned about his performance and wanted a successful photo shoot, as did the rest of us. But I just wasn’t prepared to go to any lengths to get it.
"Skye Blue shoots the Playgirl videos with her top off," he mentioned.
Skye Blue is a former porn star, so already many more people than just my model that day had seen her naked. But I didn’t mention that, instead I said: "I don’t really have Skye’s tits, you know."
He glanced at my B-cups. "Yeah, but you’ll do. I mean, I can make it work with just what you’ve got."
"Oh, thanks a lot," I replied sarcastically. "But it doesn’t matter, I’m not taking my top off."
"Well you could’ve at least worn a see-through shirt," he grumbled.
Apparently my wearing a modest outfit that day was a problem — something I really hadn’t considered as I got dressed that morning. But really, should I have? Of course ethically, one shouldn’t have to consider turning a man on to get the job done, but that’s exactly what so many women do in the job market today, whether or not they do so consciously. And perhaps the goal isn’t necessarily as cut-and-dried as mine would be: to give one’s subject a raging hardon. But it’s the same game we all play: to construct some kind of sexual power over our male coworkers. Mine is just much more direct.
Would it have been more professional of me to wear even just a low-cut blouse? I’m not that old yet, and I’m not particularly unattractive. As the only female on a set where a man must get an erection for solo photos, shouldn’t I have taken into account that I would be the only live female body around? Should I have spent more time in front of the mirror today?
Luckily I had my stack of trusty porn magazines with me. Once my subject was aware that I was indeed keeping my clothes on, he focused his attention to the spread of photos of hot women doing dirty things. Of course I’d only brought magazines with my layouts in them, because hey, my ego still wants a small part in getting this guy up.
So my minor crisis was averted, my dignity still intact. And this is not to say that the women I photograph who do take their clothes off for men have no dignity, but they’ve set the parameters of how far they’ll go in terms of expressing their sexuality publicly. They are exhibitionists, I am not. Everyone has to define their own limits.
I think the situation of compromising one’s self-respect comes from crossing that line you have set for yourself and doing something you are not comfortable with. As individuals, we all have our own ideas of what we deem personally acceptable, and at the end of the day, the only person whose opinion matters is our own. We all have to draw the line somewhere.
She should really fluff every guy that works in the day. Thats the least she can do because the only reason she is working as a photographer is because of her mom.
Without Suze she would be asking “do you want fries with that?”.
If this is not the case then I would like to see Holly get some non-Porn photography jobs.
It wont happen. She doesnt have the skills and her moms rolodex doesnt have any mainstream contacts.
She wouldnt even be able to sell any images to cheap stock images houses.
Holly, get on your knees and do something on your own for once. Open up chubby cheeks!
Wait, she’ll pose for pictures in her bra and panties but the thought of sucking some guys cock to get the job done is wrong? Ummm okay.
Keep in mind her website also includes pictures of her butt ass naked in the kitchen and then I found another one of her butt ass naked outside riding a horse. Then there are the photos on the front page of her mother’s website in the leopard print bra with the whip.
I’m not saying there is anything wrong with that, I’m just saying you can’t be surprised that people treat you like a whore when you act like one.
“I would like to see Holly get some non-Porn photography jobs.”
She does, idiot. But you wouldn’t know because you spend your time on porn boards.
I thought playgirl was for fags.
Maybe even a BJ from Holly would not get them wood.
Holly Randall is a cocktease.
This is my first time posting a comment here on LIB, but there are just a few things I felt I had to say. First of all, I think there is a big difference between me posing for implied nudity shots and sucking off a guy on set. I have never, and will never, be intimate with talent. I think it’s unprofessional (and I think I got enough slack for getting involved with this site’s original owner, so I prefer to date outside of the industry now). Also I was not offended when this guy asked me to take my top off– in fact I was a bit flattered– but I simply wasn’t comfortable doing so. And lastly, of course of all people I realize that I wouldn’t be where I am today if my mother wasn’t Suze Randall. I have never denied that, though I doubt I would be working at McDonalds instead. And not that it really matters, but I actually have done some mainstream jobs, though admittedly not that many, and it’s not like Vogue is banging down my door. I know my place, and I know my strengths and my weaknesses. I am not my mother, nor do I care to be. I am very happy being who I am, and doing what I am doing. Of course everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but I know I am not talentless. And in the end, the only person’s opinion that really matters to me, is my own. 😉
I have been following this blog for a short while now, and it seems to me that no matter what the content of the post may be a few commentators (“BIGDICKDAGGY” “Kelli” “AgentProvocateur”) will rip it and the people they are about to shreds. Gentlemen, do you EVER look on the bright side of life? Do you EVER give anyone the professional credit they deserve. Do you EVER hand out kudos for a job well done? I have to say you come off as hateful, rabid animals attacking with no provocation. While these posts are very entertaining I must consider the folks behind them. “BigDick, you are the worst! Perhaps BigDick Daddy is a misnomer. Your postings and boastful screen name suggest you are perhaps not as “Big” as the name implies and your visceral, mistargeted,rantings the result of deep seated bitterness actually towards a God that gave you quite the opposite.
I am a great fan of Holly Randall’s work and I will not have it receive anything less than the accolades it deserves. Having a very successful, or famous parent, while it helps also hurts,one must PROVE themselves all the more and there are ALWAYS the unavoidable comparisons. The hurtful part ALWAYS comes when it is time for the righteously talented and successful in their own rite to collect the praise that is due.
Holly I applaud you for your work and career. And in the end, you are correct when you say “the only person’s opinion that really matters to me, is my own” and I can assure you that even if you were to consider anyone else’s opinion at all, it would not and should not be that of any one of the ilk of Big Dick Daddy.
You tell ’em Rat Stevens. As an optimist, I always look on the bright side of life. For example, I know in my heart of hearts that one day soon, you’re going to find one of those baited blocks of strychnine I left for you and take a nibble.