Page 25 of Interview With a Porn Star

Connie frowned just a little. “Are you doing both scenes yourself?”

I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “The guys couldn’t stay in town for another day, and there are no other male actors here in the States that I would trust the scene to.”

Connie’s face went through a range of expressions as new questions came to her and she silently resolved them.

She said nothing.

She drifted across the living

room, slipped the strap of her handbag off her shoulder and left it on the sofa. She stood in the middle of the floor for a long moment and then turned around to face me – and in those brief few moments her expression had changed, like she had shrugged off her annoyance. She smiled at me brightly. “So when does filming start?”

“As soon as the two girls arrive.”

“Have you worked with either of these girls before?”

“I shot two scenes with Becky going back a few years,” I said. “Both those scenes were in another director’s film and I haven’t had the chance to work with her since. Yvette?” I paused and smiled, “Yvette is relatively new to the industry. I think she only started a year or two ago. Victor did a scene with her in another film for another producer about six months ago.”

Connie was curious. “Does she come recommended?”

I smiled. “She comes loudly,” I grinned.

Connie actually smiled.

“Do you want me here today? Can I stay for the filming again?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said. “Tomorrow is my last day in L.A., and I know you need to get your article finished… and we have a dinner date for tonight, remember?”

The smile on her lips became something a little more natural. “How could I forget?”

I felt like there was more she was about to say. Her lips changed shape to form the words, but there was a sudden knock at the front door and whatever she was about to say was forgotten as Becky and Yvette appeared in all their spectacular Californian glory in the doorway. The two girls looked like they had come straight off the beach. They were both tanned golden brown. Becky was the tallest. She had long sun-bleached hair, and the most amazing sparkling blue eyes. Her figure was athletic – she had small breasts and a lithe, slender figure. She had the longest legs I had ever seen on a woman. She was wearing a t-shirt and cut off denim shorts, her feet thrust into open sandals. She came into my arms with a friendly smile of recognition and her body melted against mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Ricky. I’m so excited about today. It’s been a long time.”

“Too long,” I smiled warmly into her eyes. She kissed me lingeringly on the lips and then stepped back and turned to introduce Yvette. “I don’t think you two have met yet.”

Yvette was an inch shorter than Becky. But her figure was shaped more in the classic mold of a porn actress. Her breasts were large, her waist tiny. She had short brown hair. She stepped across the threshold and lifted herself onto tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Cassidy,” her smile was genuine and friendly.

“Nice to meet you, Yvette,” my eyes roamed over her body, lingering on her breasts for a second or two. “And call me Rick.”

Yvette held up a handbag. “I brought this with me,” she said.

“A costume change?” I asked curiously.

She was wearing hip-hugging denim jeans and a thin strip of fabric, the width of a bandage that did little more than cover the hard jut of her nipples.

“Honey, you won’t need a costume change,” I smiled wolfishly. “This is a porn film. Everyone is going to want to see your beautiful body naked.”

Yvette’s eyes grew wide and she giggled. “I didn’t bring any costumes. These are just vibrators and dildos,” she explained. “You told Becky on the phone that you wanted a lot of lesbian action, yeah?”

I nodded and then smiled. “I like a girl who comes prepared.”

“I hope you like a girl who comes loudly,” she laughed.

“That,” I said with a sly grin, “is a very definite bonus.”

I introduced the actresses to Connie and then the girls arranged themselves attentively on the sofa.

I stood before them and they looked up at me as though expecting some grand speech. I didn’t have one. All I had was the idea for the scene we were about to shoot that morning. So I laid it out for them.

“We’re going to shoot the first scene in the main bedroom,” I said, massaging my temple between thumb and fingertips, visualizing the scene as I explained it. “We’re going to do one shot filmed from inside the bedroom that will show you two girls outside the window. I want you to be peaking through the glass, and you’ll be looking at me. I will be laying on the bed naked and pretending to be asleep. You girls will point and make some sexy faces and then disappear out of shot as if you are going to come inside. Make sense?”

Becky and Yvette nodded.

“Then we will shoot the rest of the action in one long take in the bedroom. There will be a couple of cameras, and I have moved the furniture to position a long red leather sofa under the window. I want you girls to come into the bedroom, spend a few moments silently admiring me,” I explained, “and then I will wake up.”

“And then what?” Becky asked.

“I want you two girls to make out on the sofa,” I said. “Pretend you are putting on a sexy show for me. I will come awake, see you girls kissing and fingering each other, and I’ll slowly start to stroke my cock.” I pointed a finger at the girls to stress the next point. “Play out the lesbian shots,” I said. “Take your time. Enjoy each other’s bodies. When it appears as though I can’t possibly take any more of this sexy, erotic teasing, I will come over to the sofa and then we’ll just shoot a standard threesome.”

I stood there, wondering if there was anything else I needed to say. Yvette and Becky were nodding their understanding, and I trusted them both enough to know what to do when the cameras started rolling.

I turned suddenly to Connie. “Would you like to be involved in this scene?”

Connie went white. I think she swallowed her tongue. She did a kind of epileptic flapping with her arms like she was trying to take flight. “No! Are you crazy?” There was a high note of alarm in her voice – a voice that I thought would seldom sound alarmed. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders in a way that made me feel like I was solely responsible for a sudden drop in room temperature.

I shook my head and held up my hands to placate her like I was expecting her to lunge at me. “Take it easy,” I appeased. “I don’t expect you to perform, Connie. I don’t want you to join in the sex scene… but I have a spare camera, and I was wondering whether – since you’re going to be watching the scene anyhow – if you would mind filming through a crack in the closet door.”

Connie’s arms fell to her side without her ever levitating off the sofa. She slumped back, the air sucked from her lungs. “You want me to film?” she asked slowly.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” I said. “I just had this idea of some secret voyeur footage that I could edit into the finished film. If Walter gets a shot of the closet door being open, and a viewer gets a sense that a mysterious person is watching the sex scene play out, it might add a new dimension to the scene. Then, if I add any footage you shoot, it all becomes more real.”

Connie turned her head from side to side like she was looking for the nearest exit. “What about your makeup lady? What about Lily? Surely she could do it?”

I shook my head. “Jilian will need to be on standby in case we cut and the girls need their makeup touched,” I said. “And Lily has only just started in the industry. She’s an actress… and besides, I couldn’t trust her to stay in the closet once the sex starts. The kid is just as likely to throw herself into the scene.”

“I don’t know anything about cameras or filming,” Connie flustered, flailing about for excuses like she was drowning.

“It’s easy,” I waved away her protest with a flick of my hand. “All you have to do is point and hold the camera steady. Walter will have everything set up for you – nothing more to do.”

Becky and Yvette turned their faces to Connie. Their expressions were eager and bubbling with enthusiasm. “That would be so cool,” Becky enthused.

Connie held out for a few more seconds, but the pressure proved overwhelming. She surrendered with a sigh. “Okay,” she said softly and then her voice rose again as she stared

directly into my eyes. “But I make no promises. I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to use a single second of what I film.”

My triumphant smile spread slowly and warmly across my lips like a tropical sunrise. “Understood,” I said.

I led the actresses outside into the bright morning sunlight and introduced them to my cameramen. Jilian clucked and cooed about with her paints and powders while I took Connie into the bedroom and sat her down on the edge of the bed.

“Thanks,” I said with sincerity. “I know I put you in a spot out there. I appreciate your help.”

Connie’s lips were thin and pale. “Just remember that I make no promises,” she warned without any anger in her voice and waggled one of her fingers at me. “Don’t blame me if this turns into a fiasco.”

I shook my head. “It won’t,” I assured her. “You can’t do any damage to the camera, and even if you film sixty minutes of footage with your thumb over the lens, it won’t be an issue. All I’m looking for is a little bonus footage. My guys will capture everything essential.”

I went to the closet and pulled the doors wide open. “There’s plenty of space for you to stand,” I said with the sort of encouraging voice and cheerful smile that a real estate agent uses when showing a home to a prospective purchaser. “And you don’t have to do anything special. We are not filming a new Indiana Jones movie. All you have to do is try to hold the camera steady and keep it on the girls.”

“Really? Just the girls?” Connie questioned. What about you?”

“You will be filming across the bed,” I explained. “If the camera is on the girls then I will automatically be in the foreground of all your shots, and once the threesome starts, I will be where the girls are.”

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