How I Worked in the Adult Entertainment Industry
Without Ever Even Getting Naked (Part I of II)....
by: nefarious muse (kristen)
We've all been there before. Rent's due, your phone is about to be shut off, and all you've got in the frig is a jar of pickles and a container of spoiled yogurt. You need money, and you need it fast. The temp agencies aren't calling, and that data entry job you applied for was filled just one day prior to getting your application in. So where do you turn? Not the parents, unless you're up for the "I paid this and that for your education and you still haven't found a job in your field yet" lecture. No, you can't hit them up for cash again. Instead, you bust out the free local alternative paper and start sifting through those ads that never quite fall under the "regular" employment opportunities.
"Looking for models/actresses. No experience necessary. Earn up to $200/hr. Cash paid up-front. Apply today, work tomorrow." Now usually there's a nudity requirement thrown in there somewhere, but this particular ad I found actually said "no nudity required". Hmmm...how hard could it be? I've done bit parts in acting and modeling, and for that much cash I figured I might as well call and see what it was all about.
So I called "Gabrielle" one evening after a few drinks (never underestimate the power of liquid courage) and left a message saying I was interested in the ad and would like to talk to her about what she was looking for. Needless to say, I never heard back from "Gabrielle" and scratched the idea from my money-making scheme list almost as quickly as I had added it. Well, let's jump ahead to a month later. The new season of Survivor has started, and dammit if I'm not sucked in once again. Since I don't get CBS on my trashy old TV, every Thursday night I wander over to a friend's house so I can get my weekly fix of backstabbing competitors and ridiculously conjured up immunity challenges. When my phone rang this one Thursday evening at around 5 'til 8 I answered it in a rush with an, "I'm on my way!" The other end was silent. I said again, "I'm out the door!" Silence. Finally, I hear a strange voice asking if I'm the girl who called about the modeling ad the previous month.
Its "Gabrielle". She's interrupting my rush to see Survivor. I try to blow her off by telling her I've already gotten another job. She doesn't accept that. She wants to know what I'm doing that is so much more important than working for 2 hours and getting paid $400 in return. Lured by the lucrative offer, I sit my ass down and ask her to explain what I need to do to become one of her minions, I mean, models.
Turns out, "Gabrielle" operates a foot fetish website where she sells photos and videos of different, well, foot fetish scenarios. She asks if I understand what that is, and I naturally tell her that of course I do, having once been the trainee for a transvestite who ran a spanking booth in San Fransisco. I am well aware of the often strange, but quite intriguing world of fetishism.
We talk for almost 2 hours. This girl is rad! She's 25 and owns and operates her own company. The highest selling video stars her own mother who has an MBA and works for a large corporation. Her boyfriend (one of two that she lives with!) does the lighting and handles the books. She's got it all, and a killer personality to boot.
I go into my audition Sunday already practically hired, sight-unseen, because we get along so well. The day before I go and have a pedicure and pick this really springtime yellowish-orange polish rather than the standard red. I want to stand out. Of course she loves it, and proceeds to shackle my feet into this medieval device on top of her desk. On cue I am to laugh maniacally as her boyfriend tickles my feet and she films. This is my audition. Laughing. I laugh. I get the part, and am scheduled to work the following day.
I'm nervous, but excited. I've always been tempted to work in the adult entertainment industry, but never felt too comfortable about pressing my boobs in some guy's face or sucking a stranger's cock for a dime. But feet? Come on. How bad could that be? Besides, I've got cute toes and no callouses. I'll be the queen of foot fetishism within a week. Little did I know.
The first shoot involved a girl bound to a bed and me coming in and blaming her for telling my boyfriend that I cheated on him. If you've ever wondered why porn dialogue is so bad, well in this case, it was because it was all improvised. Even the scenario was thought up at the last minute. Oh my god some of the ideas we came up with! So cheesey...I won't even go there. So anyways, I'm supposed to tickle this girl into hysterics until she finally confesses to having done me wrong.
An hour later, and we finally have enough footage for a film. Did you know that its an art form to tickle a person "properly" for a fetish video? "Do it harder." "Be more aggressive." "Dig into her armpits." I mean the directions were flying and I had no clue what the hell I was doing. At one point the charm bracelet I was wearing (Kar5 Jewelry--YAY!) got caught on the girl's stockings. So this became the lead-in to my starring role which was to pretend I'm looking for my bracelet and then getting caught under the bed while searching. Then, I scream for help and that same girl from the previous film comes in and tickles my feet to death. Apparently this is a highly requested scenario, and I am the first "actress" to be involved in one for "Gabrielle".
Well the bed isn't high enough off the ground (which is at the root of the problem as to why this shoot hasn't been attempted before), but I'm small enough that with a couple of strategically placed phone books I can gentley slide under. Of course while I slide under my dress hikes itself up over my ass and this becomes the "oh yeah" shot. So much for retaining any sort of dignity.
The filming begins with a bit more improvisation on my part, and pretty soon there I am under the bed, ass hanging out, with a woman sitting on my legs and unmercifully tickling the shit out of my feet. With about an inch between me and the bed I am literally immobile. Fake laugh? Yeah right, like I need to pretend. I am literally being tortured. The fits of laughter exploding from my lungs sound more like banshee screams than anything resembling my usually tame voice. I keep it up for minutes at a time before needing to rest and regain my breath. At one point I feel a bite on the inside of my left foot, and it turns out its "Gabrielle" getting into the act while filming.
Later she explains that I was doing so good she just wanted to keep up the momentum. I have to also do a reshoot so they can get me from a different angle...they want the camera to catch my face under the bed. Ouch. My face. Oh shit. Money? Oh well...
As we wind up, I get to check out some of my work on the digital camera. They are very impressed and decide to use me as a prototype for future models/actresses. I am also suprised at how well I film. Never feeling very photogenic, I walk away from the shoot not only with a pocketful of cash, a new friend ("Gabrielle" and I plan on having dinner together this Friday), but also a new found pride in my appearance as it pertains to my sexuality. I still don't know how I feel about the idea of people getting off to images of me, but at least I can say to myself, "Damn I looked good!"
If you're interested in checking out the site, go to foot paradise My codename is Chloe. I should be appearing there shortly...
Next month: Part II of my career in porn!!!
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