Pro-Amateur porn video production

[Guest]

Well, congratulate me! After reading so many steamy posts and e-mailing members I’ve finally taken the plunge and joined my self! I’m a bit nervous because "I’ve never done anything like this before". On the other hand I’ve been described, by a certain very sweet Literotica member, as "…a sweetheart with a dirty mind. What a great combination!" I’ve role played with people one on one, but this is my first attempt at starting a posted role play. Let’s see how it works out.

My character, Mitch, runs a small pro-amateur porn video production company. My character runs an add in the paper that says, "Young good looking men and woman wanted for adult video production. Top pay for top performances. No experience necessary." Let’s just leave things there for now and see how things turn out. This is an open role play to boys and girls. Just come up with your own character and jump in. I do ask that people write quality posts and make them ‘reasonably believable’. I think it just makes it more erotic.

 

[mfucker]

IC: Angel, 36DD's (fake), 5'7", blonde (dyed)

 

[poohlive]

I can be John, the Camera man/light operator. Basically most of the crew is John. He does it all.

 

[sail away]

Welcome "mfucker". Your handle sounds as intimidating as Angel’s chest!
And welcome "poohlive". I like your idea about the camera/light and lets add sound operator. Just be sure to get some good close ups on those pussy shots! (wink) Yes I know, it’s a ruff job but someone has to do it!
By the way, I’ll be registering as a real member as soon as I get around to it. In fact that’s what I thought I was doing but I guess they have different forms for membership and role play.

Ok, let me start the story and set the stage.
It’s a Monday morning and I’m driving to work. "Work" Five million guys would give their right arm for my job! I produce porn vids! I mostly make "pro-amateur" videos because they’re low budget and fast to make. I run the busyness from a leased warehouse space in the back of an industrial building located in the industrial part of town. It’s a little seedy there but there’s no real problem with crime or anything.

I drive up to the shop. There’s just a street number on the door. No sign. What would I put on a sign? "Porn videos made here"? As I unlock the door and walk in I wonder if anyone called about the new add that I put in the paper. I look at the answering machine and it says "1". One message. JUST one message. Well, ok. At this rate I’ll just be able to pay John. Considering what he does, he should be paying me! I play the tape and it says, "Hi my name’s Angel, and I’m calling about the add in the paper. I’m interested, but I don’t have any experience with this kind of thing. My number is…" "No experience." Crap, I hope she doesn’t mean what I think she means! I call the number back and…

 

[BadForm]

Sable Night

New character if you're interested... Sable Night, aged 24 has been working the porno circuit for about 3 years. This ebony goddess has somewhat unusual measurements for people on the porn circuit - tho perhaps not unique: 5'9" tall, 38C-28-36, 11" erect... yes, that's right - a she-male. Fully functional upper female/lower male parts. Maybe not to your taste, lemme know...

 

[a1stories]

Sounds like you need a male to be in front of the camera. I'll be Dean, 22 years old, 6'3" around 200 pounds, fairly muscular (played college basketball and football) blonde hair and green/grey eyes.

 

[mfucker]

Angel:

I was a club-joint stripper in my late 20's. True I took it all of for hollering horny guys day in and day out. But the fact is, I led a very passive sexual life. I do have partners once in a while. But it stayed that way, once in a while.

Anyway, more than once, I had been approached my men from the porn industry, saying that I had what it took to make it big. But like I said, it just wasn't me. I rejected all of them.

Until now. The lousy joint ran into legal problems and was closed down, and my parents needed money badly for medical purposes. I was desperate.

Having seen the ad in the papers, I called up and left a message, hoping I might get a reply soon.

.....

I wasted away a restless day, and when the phone finally rang, I jumped up and headed for the phone...

 

[a1stories]

Dean

I don't even know what drew my attention to the classified ads that day but I saw the tiny ad for people who wanted to act in a small market porn video. I called the number and left a message:

"Hey! This is Dean McMaster. I'm a 22 year old guy who is interested in performing in your movie. I'm experienced in sex but have never been on TV before. I've got a great body as I played both college football and basketball for Norte Dame. Gimme a call if I could be of any use to your film, my number's 555-6789."

I hung up the phone quite satisfied with myself, I just hope they decide to use me, because I love sex and it would probably be fun.

 

[sail away]

I call the number and a girl answers: "Hello"
Mitch: "Is this Angel?"
Angel: "yes"
Mitch: "I’m calling in response to the message you left me about making a video. Are you still interested?"
Angel: [probable answer] "Ummm…yes I think so. Ummm…what do I have to do?"
Mitch: I think to my self, ‘Crap, this is a porn vid! Guess!’ I answer her by saying, "Well we make adult videos."
Angel: She explains her stripping experience and that she never made any videos before.
Mitch: "Well, that’s fine. We specialize on making videos with just regular people. Hay listen, why don’t you come by the studio and we can talk." I give her the address and Angel says that she’ll be around in about an hour.


I start going through my mail. Half bills and half junk. Then the phone rings.
Mitch: "Hello"
Sable Night: A husky slow voice says, "Are you the maker of the pornographic videos who was advertising in the paper?"
Mitch: "Ummm…Yes."
Sable: She (or he, whatever) explains her previous video experience and ‘unique’ features.
Mitch: I think, ‘Well now I’m awake!’ I answer in a polite manner, while trying to hide my surprise, "Ummm…well, I hate to say this, but I think you don’t really fit into our theme." We talk for a minute more and say goodbye. Then I think, ‘What ever happened to those sweet, shy, little blonde walking wet dreams that guys go gaga over?’

While I’m fidgeting with the coffee maker the phone rings again. I say to myself, ‘Hay the add is starting to pay off!’
Mitch: "Hello"
Caller: There is no answer for a few seconds, then a few clicking sounds, then, "Hello…this is a recorded message. This is ‘Your Bank’ calling to remind you that you are… 1,… 2,… days behind in your loan payment. Please make a payment immediately. We appreciate your busyness. Have a nice day."
Mitch: Crap!

Later John finally shows up for work. I ask him to get the equipment ready because we might have some busyness soon. Then finish filling out orders.

The phone rings again.
Mitch: "Hello."
Dean: "Ya, I’m calling about your add in the paper about making adult videos?"
Mitch: "Ok, may I ask you if you have had any experience in acting, and what you look like?"
Dean: He explains his physique.
Mitch: I think, Well, sounds like he’s got some stamina! Things are looking up. I tell Dean to come by the shop for a talk. As I hang-up, it accrues to me that ‘big boobs’ and ‘football player’ might be coming around at about the same time. This might be interesting!

 

[sojournerwolf]

Sam

OOC: sounds like fun.

CHARACTER: Sam, 27, 5'11", 175 lbs. In very good shape, not beefy, but well honed. Wide shoulders, narrow hips, strong legs and arms. Thick black hair, worn long and in a tail. Dark tan complexion, blue eyes. Nose has been broken, and he has a long, thick moustache. Craggy good looks. Hands and feet and cock on the long side (so's his tongue.) He's not tempermental, but is willing to do just about anything for some good cash to keep himself afloat. He is bi-sexual.

After high school, Sam joined the army for a four year hitch then bummed around the country. During that time, he got interested in acting and even went to college for a while on the GI bill. He's done some way, way off Broadway stuff, some dinner theater, a few commercials. Nothing much, mostly just supporting roles. He's been working in a restaurant as a waiter to get by between gigs. It's not something he's real fond of doing.

IC: Variety sucks. So does the notices down at the Actor's Guild. Cats, everyone wants to do a fucking revival of Cats. Well, I did that shit a couple of years ago with a touring company and thank you, no.

Not real happy with the smell of grease and all the assholes I put up with at the restaurant, either. Most of all my boss.

I grab a paper, thinking, even a convenience store has to be better than lousy wage plus tips that the manager gets a cut of or the busboys steal before you get back to the table.

I see this ad

Young good looking men and woman wanted for adult video production. Top pay for top performances. No experience necessary.

What the hell. I pick up the phone and dial the number.

 

[poohlive]

John waved at Mitch as he walked in. Mitch wason the phone, that meant business. He walked out, backing up his car. He opened the trunk, pulling out the equipment. A huge tackle box of makeup, a few camera's, some extension cords, and a box full of sex toys. He moved them all inside.
Stage lights were assembled all around. John began moving them over to the blank stage. Mitch hadn't set up a theme yet, there were tons of things in the back that they could use as sets. Mostly bedrooms, and locker rooms.
He would wait until Mitch wanted something, until then he could just finish setting everything else up.

 

[a1stories]

I hang up the phone with Mitch and begin to think. He sounds like a pretty cool guy. He sounds pretty young too, young enough to know what really goes on these days. I grab a quick breakfast and climb into my topless Jeep Wrangler and begin to drive towards the address Mitch gave me over the phone. It seems I'm driving for a long time. When I finally find the street and building, I'm in the industrial section of our fair town. The building itself is an old warehouse. I park my truck and walk through the front door. I see a young man setting up some equipment. "Excuse me," I say to him, "can you tell me where I ca find Mitch?"

 

[sail away]

[Mitch] I’m at my desk going through the mail and paying a few bills; including the bank! The phone rings again.
[Mitch] "Hello"
[Sam] Umm…I’m calling about the acting job that was advertised in the paper."
[Mitch] I think to myself, "Acting job? Boy does this guy have the wrong number! Oh! That’s right, ‘Acting.’" I say, "Yes we have a few ‘acting’ positions open. Now, we make adult videos. Do you understand?" Just then I see a shiny red macho-mobile with a blond head in the driver’s seat fly by the door window.
[Sam] "Yes I understand." Sam goes on to explain his acting career, and ‘physique’.
[Mitch] I think, "Well well, a real actor. Now that would be a first for this company! This sounds promising. Maybe we could even have a script this time! Another first!" I tell him to come on by, and I start giving him directions. Just then John walks into my little office followed by a 6 foot 3 inch fitness equipment commercial! John shows him to the chair. I wave to him indicating that I’ll be just a moment. I figure this guy is ether the football player guy, Dean, or he’s the pissed off boyfriend of some girl that we must have filmed before, and now he’s here to drop kick my body! I finish talking with Sam. I turn to the 200lb walking muscle, I take a deep breath knowing that it just might be my last and I say, "Ummm,…Can I help you?"
[Dean] "Hi I’m Dean. We talked on the phone about the add in the paper."
[Mitch] I think, ‘Great, I’m not going to get killed!’ I say, "Right, glad to see you!" "Well, first let me tell you how we work here." "We’re a low budget studio, but we try to make the videos look as high budget as we can." "First we get some actors and a story idea and a crew together then I try to rent a nice house for a day to film in." "I usually find a place through connections." "But sometimes we use the warehouse here, or we go on location somewhere." Then I have an idea. "Hay was that your red truck that just went by a few minutes ago?"
[Dean] "That’s right."
[Mitch] "That gives me an idea." "If you would let us film your truck, then maybe we could do a video were you’re picking up a hitch hiker, or helping a girl having car trouble, or something." I ask Dean, "Would that be ok with you?"

 

[sojournerwolf]

Sam

I jot the directions down and tell Mitch I'll be by shortly. Wasn't real sure what he meant about actually having a script, but what the hell. He's the producer. If the money's any good at all, hell, I'll do just about anything. Gotta beat asking people if they want baked potato or fries.

After a shower, I step out and towel off, catching sight of myself in the bathroom mirror. Not bad, I think. Daily five mile runs and weights, dance class and yoga have gotten the old bod in better shape than it was even in the Army. Lean and hard, ribs to count and a flat, ridged gut.

I decide to dress casual: black jeans and boots, black henley and leather jacket. Pulling my hair back with a rubber band, I grab my back pack and shove my portfolio in it. Doubt he'll even be interested, but what the hell.

The address isn't all that far from where I live in a warehouse converted to lofts the yuppies haven't found yet, so I walk on over.

Going around the old warehouse until I find the door, I walk on in, slipping my shades into the front of my shirt. Lighting and sound equipment is scattered across the floor. I pick my past it toward another door from where I hear voices.

There's three guys standing around, one looking like he just stepped off the football field. They guy behind the desk I figure must be Mitch.

"Hey," I say. "I'm Sam. Called about your ad a little while ago."

 

[bobo_daclown]

a cute one appears

IC:
  As the men were speaking, I kicked the door hard. The men looked up as the door swung inward into a metal rack containing film reels or something. Hell, what did I care? The drive over caught me in an ill temper as the motor that raises and lowers the roof of my convertible Benz has broken and I'm drenched from the uncommon rainstorm.
  I am not one to be toyed with and I will be at the Mercedes dealership tomorrow morning. Meanwhile, I'd better get back to the present as my father told me I had to have a job or I'd have to give up the family inheritance. Even though that sleezoid, Mitch pays me with salt, I figure my father can't complain too much. Besides, I took this job, applying makeup just to piss him off. That pretentious bastard probably would be disappointed to know that his eighteen year old daughter is painting faces and other body parts for a hardcore movie.
  That asshole John is yelling at me for knocking over his precious film and Mitch is just shaking his head. But he knows that he couldn't find someone to work for less money than I do.
  There are two other guys there who were talking to Mitch, but my entrance seems to have cut them off. One is staring at my white shirt, or more appropriately my pink bra that is showing through the damp shirt; and the other is trying to pretend that he isn't interested glancing anywhere but my body only sneaking a quick look if he thinks he can get away with it.
  "What? You like them big? They're real. Oh, and in case you were wondering: If I didn't shave my snatch, it would be as black as this shiny braid that smacks my ass when I walk. Now pick up your tounge and push your eyes back into their sockets. Women, hold your men and men sit your asses down, I'm not for sale."



OOC:
To improve my writing skills, I am writing in this thread as a woman. Eighteen year old Cassandra (Sandy) Avvitilo has taken a job applying make up in order to aggravate her father who ordered her to get a job.
Note: If you would rather a real woman play the part of this stuck-up girl who needs to be taught a lesson, you could fire me for wrecking John's equipment or whatever. Anyway, I hope to continue posting. Ciao for now.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Sam

I look the kid over and grin at her rich bitch sass. Those clothes she wears may be casual but didn't come from Wal-Mart. She is a fine looking woman, but trying too hard to be edgy.

"Oh," I ask with mock innocence, "you old enough to be shaving there?"

 

[poohlive]

Sandy (don't care, I ain't fucking anyone in this thread, so I don't care at all) kicked his equipment all to hell. He was quick to temper, but let it pass. She did have a bad morning, and besides, it wasn't his equipment, it was Mitch's.
Picking up reel's, he checked the calendar. A bright pink star shone back on the day it was. That was the code he and Mitch used for the start of Sandy's period. It started today, just perfect. He couldn't wait for more fun in store for today.
Checking his camera, it had luckily found it's way to a soft landing. Besides some exposed film, they were in pretty good shape. No more than a few hundred dollars worth of damage.
Sighing, he went to the tackle box full of make up.
He handed it to Sandy, "Here you are. I think those guys are in the preliminaries, but with any luck they'll be in make up in less than half an hour."
He smiled, "Good luck."

 

[a1stories]

Mitch actually looked intimdated by me when the guy, who introduced himself as John, lead me inot Mitch's tiny office. He looked like he thought I was gonna kill him or something. He asked me about my truck, which I just finished customizing two weeks ago. He asked if it would be ok if he used my truck as part of the film. I thought it was a great idea, I was actually gong to suggest it, as I thought of it on the way over. Just then, another guy comes in. "hey, I'm Sam. Called about your ad a while ago." "Hey Sam," I say to him, "I'm Dean. I'll be in this film as well, hopefully." I glance at Mitch as this last sentence escapes my lips. Suddenly, there is a lot of noise coming from the other room. I look up in time to see a sexy young girl storm into the building. She is soaking wet (her clothes) and her white shirt is now see-thru, exposing her skimpy pink bra which is barely containing her big tits. As she walks into Mitch's office, I look away. I don't want her to know I am interested in
getting her in the sack. She speaks up about her shaved pussy and Sam made a great comment by saying that she wasn't old enough to shave her snatch. "You are old enough to shave, come on. Why don't you prove it to us then?" I couldn't even believe I said it but what the hell. I turned to Mitch and said, "is she the only chick in the film? I hope not," i say, turning back to her and checking her out from top to bottom, "but I wouldn't have a problem if she is." I was only slightly disappointed when she said she wasn't gonna be in the film. Maybe between Sam and I we could convince to let us (or at least me) fuck her.

 

[mfucker]

Angel:

The cab ride took a little longer than expected. But no worry, I reached there in good time.

As I paid the driver, he snuch what would probably be his last glances at me before I finally become a starlet. I felt a little uncomfortable.

My coat wrapped around my slim body tightly, as my heels rang through the empty street with every click on the ground. I was beginning to feel cold.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Sam

I chuckle at Dean's remark. He's a big guy, I guess younger than me. Looks like a dumb jock or some ingenue male lead, but his comic timing is perfect coming on the heels of my jibe.

The girl's eyes get real wide and look like they'll start spinning in their sockets any minute with steam coming out of her ears. So I figure I'll give her a little more fuel for fury.

Looking over at Dean, I grin and ask in a Scottish brogue (one of the dialects I've got pretty well down), "Hey, if ye were to take the high road an' I take the low road, which of us d'ye think'd cum in her first?"

About then, I hear footsteps, high heels, clicking through the warehouse and look around to see who else is joining the party.

 

[Guest]

Narration: "It’s true what they say. That artists are temperamental and have big egos. I see this everyday in my trade. From the actors and actresses all the way to my makeup artiest."

I watch this concofiney of comical collaboration before me. Then, suddenly a beautiful girl with humongus boobs appears at the door to the office. This must be April. The ‘three’ of them just stand at the door and watch. Then hurricane Sandy departs as quickly as she appeared leaving a mass of debris in her wake. John points to the calendar and gives me the high sine. Of course! Why didn’t I just hide under my bed today! In the new found quiet I take the opportunity to make the following remark to the three new actors. "Oh, that’s Sandy the makeup artist. She only works here to piss-off her filthy rich daddy. You see, he’ll only write her in his inheritance if she’s working. Apparently the old man has a bad ticker,… could kick off any day. Anyway, that bitch, ummm….excuse me, Sandy, she’s really a very sweet girl. She just needs to find someone special,…you know."

Narration again: "Everything that I told those poor bustards was true,…well except the part about Sandy’s dad having a bad ticker. You see, he’s just fine. Will probably live a good forty years. Yes folks,…artists do have egos, and THIS artiest also has a sense of humor too! He, he, he!"

 

[sojournerwolf]

Sam

Sandy leaves in a huff, and I can't help but chuckle. I turn to see the young woman who has joined us.

While the others are looking at her breasts, which are rather awe inspiring, I'm watching more. She has the moves, dancer maybe?

She looks a little wary, and who can blame her with Sandy storming out of the room like maybe she needs to go commit a few acts of violence to work up an appetite for lunch.

I hold out my hand to the new arrrival, friendly cuss that I am, and smile.

"Hi, I'm Sam. And you're?"

 

[bobo_daclown]

Well well well

IC:
I could tell that those baboons all wanted me. If they show some respect, maybe... no, wait! These are porno actors. They don't deserve me. I sneered at that joker asking if I was old enough to shave, but that other one: I just don't know what to think about Dean, making a comment like that. Was he immature or just trying to be cute. Guys are so weird.
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Sam said something else in some odd accent that I didn't catch. Something tells me that I didn't want to hear it though. I went on to my corner of the warehouse and began getting my make-up in order.
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I saw the guys go into Mitch's office and got back to my work. Damn cramps are giving me problems again and I don't feel like being here. Is there any reason for me to be here today?
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OOC:
Sorry about the time between posts. Got caught up with things.

 

[sail away]

last little details

I (Mitch) announce, "Ok, sounds like we have a cast and crew. I pay 750 for straight pussy sex, less for just playing with yourself or something, and more for the kinky stuff. Now, there are a number of preliminaries. First, if your going to be in a porn video you all need to get a blood test to be sure that you don’t have any sexual transmissible diseases. (I seem to have everyone’s attention now!) Then I need to see your ID’s to prove that your of legal age. Then there’s some paper work to be filled out, including a release. Now, remember when you each sign the release you’re giving me the right to use your video taped image on a marketed production, so thousands of people, hopefully, will see the three of you naked, fucking, and in compromising positions. So, if any of you have any doubts now is the time to call it off. The plot will be that Dean and Sam are driving on a deserted road in the hills on their way to a fishing spot when they happen on Angel who is a stranded motorist. Let’s say that she has a flat tire. The two guys stop to help, one thing leads to another, and we let nature take it’s course. I know a good spot for this. It’s out of the way so there shouldn’t be to many onlookers. I’ll give you all directions, and we’ll tape tomorrow." I turn to the guys and say with a straight face, "I hope you guys had your dicks trimmed. It looks best in a porno flick." Then I ask Angel, "Would you have a problem with being double penetrated? That’s vaginal and anal at the same time? If it’s ok with you then you’ll need to have Sandy give you an enigma before we tape. Then Sandy will grease all your respective sex organs, and give you some makeup."

Narration: These last little details always get first time actor’s attention, and it washes out the squeamish ones.

 

[poohlive]

John made a list of everything they would need. He woul also have to find some outfits. He was thinking a nice sundress for Angel, and some light t shirts along with jeans for the guys. He could see it now, it would be great.
Everything else he could find in the back lot, no big problem. The jeep was being provided for, so everything was just perfect.
He took out a small computer, placing it up on the desk.
"Ok, just a small amount of blood will do," he gave them each a small pin and a cup. He looked at each liscense, all of them legal, although barely.
What a world.
Now he'd have to spend the rest of the day moving all this shit out to a deserted road. Horrible, just horrible. It was a low production, which meant disaster shooting out in the full sun. He lamented though, he was just supposed to shoot the picture, not add any advice, all be it good.