Dutch Courage

I finished up my work with great haste that afternoon but inevitably everything that possibly could go wrong did. I usually didn’t mind working late to finish tasks but tonight I was going to strip off in front of a perfect stranger in a hotel room and let him take pictures of me that were quite likely going to end up in a top shelf men’s magazine somewhere for an audience far greater than just that one stranger to see.

At least I knew what I was getting into...sort of!

I had decided the only way to time this right was to get a taxi back home instead of the bus. Could I hail a cab? Could I fuck. One eventually turned up although i was starting to panic. I told him to drop me at the Off Licence at the end of my street so I could pick up a bottle of wine. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous but not nearly as much as I believe a normal human being should have been. It was more an impatient excitement. The wine was for Dutch courage in case this fear I thought I should be experiencing suddenly materialised at the eleventh hour. I was adamant I was not going to bottle it but at the same time I was kind of looking for excuses to not let it happen.

I flew threw my front door and quickly showered and shaved my legs and ‘bits’. I re applied my makeup and freshened up my hair style, my glass of wine in hand. Id decided what lingerie to take with me. I’d been planning that all afternoon.

I had a cute yet sexy little number compromising of a purple and pink lace demi bra and matching thong. I was more worried about what outerwear to wear to the meeting. We were meeting in a hotel so should I dress up like some kind of discreet yet sexy hooker or was this part just matter of fact and part of the logistics? Did I still need to make an impression at this point or was it in the bag?

I opted for a simple black linen dress that was smart casual with my denim jacket over the top. That should cover all bases. I put my undies in my hand bag and hailed another taxi back into town and to the hotel wed agreed to meet in.

As I walked into the hotel bar an average looking guy gave me a cautious look before calling my name. He didn’t look like a murderous slime ball. He just looked like your typical non descript 30 something. He asked if I wanted a drink at the bar before we started. I guess he figured if it was my first time I could do with some Dutch courage as well. He was likely to be just as worried as I was that id flake out before things got underway.

I took him up on his offer not wanting to appear rude and also wanting to buy myself some time to find my comfort zone.

My glass of red wine and I followed Neil to his room where he had photographic lights and equipment all over the floor. This made me relax as this confirmed we were going to be doing what he’d said we would be doing. I kept an eye on my drink though. I didn’t want him slipping me something nasty although I was confident he wouldn’t.

He asked me what id bought to wear and I showed him my delicious lingerie set hoping it would impress him as much as it did me. “Ok” he said looking abit miffed. “We can do one set with that”. I had no idea that what Neil was trying to say was that he’d overlooked the fact that as a newbie I wouldn’t know how much lingerie to bring with me so I took his request to bring some lingerie literally and only had one set with me. It became apparent that communication wasn’t Neil’s greatest quality as rather than explain that I should have bought several sets with me he just muddled through and it wouldn’t be until I really started to look into the business, contacting people and learning the ropes that id realise I needed a small suitcase load full of lingerie plus actual outfits for a shoot.

As you can see I was learning even from day one.

I sat and drank my wine as Neil set up his kit. He pulled two boxes containing phallic looking plastic vibrators out and asked if I’d be comfortable using them. He assured me they were brand new but the fact that what he was getting at was that they weren’t pre used and therefore possibly contaminated with germs and bacteria that could give me an infection passed me by in all the excitement of what was going on around me.

I told him that was fine and it genuinely was. I could sense his disappointment even though I didn’t know the reason was because of the lack of outfits so I would have said yes even if I wasn’t comfortable using the sex toys.

Easy Peasy

I’d been well and truly bedazzled by Carmen this time. Myself and Cheryl were matching and ready for action. The film was being shot in a night club in the Midlands whilst it was closed in the day. There were people milling around the club. Other actors and actresses that had been cast for other scenes being shot that day, the camera crew, staff from the club trying to do their own daily chores without getting in our way.

I picked up a porn mag laying on the pool table that had been transformed into Carmen’s make up table. It wasn’t a normal top shelf mag. This one had much more copy in it and no picture sets. The name of the magazine was AVN – Adult Video News. It was full of American films and performers but the director of the film I was in today had a small write up about one of his movies in there too. Other than that there was hardly anyone I knew or had heard of before. It was interesting to see how all the American girls looked and posed. The names of the films featured and the covers of the videos.

Two other girls who were equally as stupidly made up had gone in to shoot there lesbian scene before us despite me and Cheryl being the first out of hair and makeup. This was annoying as id been up so early and hadn’t really eaten anything. The fact Cheryl didn’t really talk to me meant I was sitting with nothing to do allowing my nerves to grow stronger and stronger. During this lull in activity Carmen asked Cheryl if she would take a £2000 over night escort booking. A guy had just called in on the phone. Apparently Cheryl escorted for Carmen a lot. The fact the pair of them had just walked in from the bathroom together and literally stood in front of me to have this conversation which was very woodenly acted out gives me reason to believe this was Carmen trying to get my attention and expecting me to have pound signs ker-chinging in my ears and eyes say that I’d do it.

I wasn’t at all interested in being a prostitute. I was an adult performer. I had nothing against girls who did do it but I was taken up with my new friend pornography. I remained silent and then Carmen pranced back over to her makeup nonchalantly asking if I’d ever considered escorting. I told her no but that id bear it in mind. A polite thanks but no thanks.

We were finally ready for our scene. We had to stand on two podiums on the dance floor and dance. Now I suddenly had something else to be petrified about other than this being my first time fucking a guy on film. I hated people watching me dance. It struck the fear of god into me so I blurted out that I can’t dance. The director didn’t care and said just do my best. I looked at Cheryl and she shrugged. As it turns out she was worse than me. The director shouted action and we started jigging about like two Christmas baubles on acid. I immediately felt better knowing Cheryl hated this as much as me. At least I wasn’t up there on my own.

Then Oliver the French performer enters for the scene. He strolls in all chic and French looking. Not particularly young or studdly looking. He reminded me of the French guy in Private Benjamin, the 80S film with Goldie Horn. He was older and more slimy looking than I thought a male porn stud would be. He didn’t smile and looked bored.

We moved on and got on with the action fairly quickly. All of about 30 seconds of girl on girl tit sucking and then Oliver joined in. He moved his head in between Cheryl’s legs and then stood up and yelled cut. I had no idea what was going on but he’d gone off and whispered in the director’s ear who had then whispered in Cheryl’s ear. I was getting abit paranoid in all honesty. Turns out Oliver thought she smelled unwell. Chances of Cheryl actually having BV or Thrush were high. They are in this business. Oliver didn’t want to take any chances and who knows it could have been something more serious so Cheryl’s vagina (and mouth to be on the safe side) was left out of the scene and she became abit of a spare part.

This freaked me for a second as I realised I wouldn’t be able to copy her any more but what actually happened was a god send. As I now had two people jumping all over me all I really could do was lay there and look like I was loving all the action. I couldn’t have moved for want of trying. I had hands and mouths all over me. Easy!

The penetrative sex was fine and I was more concerned with my knees on the rough surface of the podium than how big this guy’s cock was inside me. Cheryl was asked to use an old beer bottle on herself whilst Oliver took me from behind. I watched Cheryl and her bottle which I found quite entertaining in a non sexual way to the point I forgot I was being pounded myself. Well I wasn’t really being pounded, at least not like id learn I could be pounded in later years.

The Strange Girl

Id sussed out from watching Georgia what it was all about. Teasing, typing very fast and being very shrewd. If you wanted to earn money doing this you had to be all of the above. Apparently just getting my bits out wasn’t going to cut it here so I had seriously misjudged that. That’s ok though. I’m not stupid. I’m bright. I can do all that I thought. And if these girls can do it then I definitly can.

Rather big headedly I thought the rest of the girls were a little stupid. I’m not usually so stereotypically judgemental of people but they hadn’t just given up sought after jobs that usually go to university graduates yet id never even been to college!

So myself and Jody headed off to the bathroom to get showered and ready for our shifts in the cam house.The girl who had flown over and arrived with me was already there too. Doing what we did for a living no one minded sharing the bathroom. Not an eyelid was batted.

It was a big bathroom – presumably they had intended it to be used for big orgy’s at some point. I chatted to Jody as I showered and noticed her giving me a funny look as she nodded discreetly towards the other girl. I looked over and she was shaving her legs but blood was pouring down them. Jody asked if she was ok and she said yes, she was just abit shaky with a razor. She had a very strange demeanour which on reflection I now realise was probably autism or some other mental condition. She was defiantly odd and awkward looking.

One morning she had gotten up to get ready for her shift and in the dim light of the room spent ten noisy minutes trying to unlock her locker. She simply couldn’t see the hole for her key to slot into and the rest of us all too tiered and irritable from long night shifts and lack of sleep just ignored her or shouted at her to be quiet.

We later worked out that this girl who wore glasses from time to time was actually blind as a bat. We put all the evidence together that all these odd things were happening when she didn’t have her glasses on. Apparently she was trying to avoid wearing them to make her look more sexy. This also explained why her makeup looked as if it had been applied in the dark. To her it had been! Jody and Georgia sat her down one day and did her make up nicely and showed her how to make her thick rimmed glasses look sexy. We all told her she had to wear them or she was going to do herself a real mischief.

So the days went by and this strange girl seemed to become a little less strange but still as awkward. She never got involved in any girly chat or wanted to join us when we were off duty and just doing our own thing. Going into town to shop or gassing quietly in the lounge so the microphones wouldn’t pick up on the conversations we wanted to remain private from the guys paying to watch the voyeur feeds. It was all too easy to ask “so where are you from?” to another girl and to be given a dirty look in reply because you’d forgotten about the damn microphones all over the house. We worked out that the only safe room was the bedroom that was being decorated so we tended to congregate there until the management worked out what we were doing and would come down from their office and move us on like naughty school girls loitering in the school halls.

Infact the only time I ever really saw this girl was in the bedroom.

On one of my last days I was standing just outside the front door chatting to someone when I saw two guys that worked as staff in the house carrying a double mattress out the door and lob it into a nearby skip. That’s strange I though. Looks like my mattress!

Then Diva, the lady who owned this whole get up called me into the office and asked me to sit down. She said that this odd girl was being flown back to England. We'd all noticed she would itch herself alot and put it down to eczema. Apparently Diva had noticed it more and asked her to see the Dr who had diagnosed scabies.

Shit! I shared a bed with this girl.

That was our mattress they had thrown out.

They actually planned to burn the thing. Diva asked me if I’d had any itching and I said no. She said if I had any, any at all I was to tell her and see the Dr too. I never did get any itching but that was the icing on the cake that told me it was time to go home.