The journey begins

So going back to my first skin flick in which I encountered a lot of new experiences, the young girl who took my porn/lesbian cherry was in fact four years younger than me. It was strange surrendering myself to a minor (minor to me, she was still 18) for I had previously been either in charge of a large number of youngsters or the baby of the group. This was unusual for me.

As it turned out Jody was also to be my partner on my next shoot. This was another lesbian scene and only a few days later. We had been advised to travel down the night before the shoot. This is quite common especially if the producer has been badly stung by models no showing before. We aren’t paid by the hour so by ensuring models arrive ridiculously early they can effectively give themselves enough time to run a plan B should we not turn up. Call in another girl or revise the script, and by script I don’t mean words. There are no words in porn aside oh and ah.

So I turned up at Paddington station on time as usual and Jody again turned up late with about minus one second to board the train which was the last of the day. We talked on the journey and she told me about the male “studs” of the industry. She explained that she had only done one boy/girl shoot and it sounded like she had had her arm twisted to do it. She only wanted to do girl/girl jobs but her exception would be if she could work with the guy she showed me in a picture. He was a little too good looking and pumped up and apparently had a massive cock which was the only reason she would do another boy/girl scene. I listened intently after all I might be doing my first boy/girl film soon and a heads up on that wouldn’t go amiss. I’ve always been an enthusiastic learner. Eyes wide open and ears to the ground, always trying to pick up on any tit bit of knowledge that may someday help me out. Like a sponge soaking up every drop of information I can draw into me.

Jody shared her headphones with me and let me listen to Mariah Carey with her. She told me in her strong jordy accent to listen to the words on Honey, of which id never translated the sexual innuendo before. It’s strange I could understand Jody’s accent face to face but later when she called me on the phone I couldn’t make out one single word of her northern Newcastle accent and in my fondness of her didn’t have the heart to say, so just threw in the occasional “yes” or “no” when I thought it the right time.

We awoke the next morning and I jumped to it showering and getting myself prepared for the scene. It was to be a three girl scene. At breakfast I made Jody write down a list of contacts for me. I was eager now id made the decision to fuck for a living to make as much money from it as I could. With only a few days to my name in this business, my first ever self employed position, I already instinctively knew one of the biggest keys to success and that was to never assume work would come to me. You have to put yourself out there. People are lazy or busy. You have to put yourself in front of them or in the forefront of their mind.

Despite Jody’s consistent tardiness she had a marvellous memory and remembered all these people’s phone numbers and emails off the top of her head. Jody liked to smoke dope a lot too and that made it even more spectacular to witness her writing this little list of photographers and modelling websites.

So now I had a starting point. That little list took me on a very long journey and I don’t think that even half of the six or so names on the list ever booked me.