At this point, we new Stephanie Swift was the kind of girl true fans of porn, amateur, pro, doesn’t matter, true fans love seeing REAL SEX.  Fans definitely know the difference between the one that  is really getting off… in the sense of getting off just on being in front of the camera and those performers who  are just going through the motions to get the job done. Unfortunately, since those truly hyper sexual sort of freaks that get off on that sort of kink don’t really form the majority of performers. We all would like to think otherwise, but that is just a fantasy. So, finding someone like Stephanie, with her erotic Eurasian good looks and potent sex drive, meant discovering that rare sort of person that really should make xxx movies and would obviously be a superstar.

And superstars sell videos.

Unfortunately, Stephanie was adamant about not wanting to go that route. She just wanted to be in videos and to be able to get her freak on; however, not at the risk of those well heeled La Jolla level wealthy parents of her handsome and well educated boyfriend finding out. Well, well, well, ok. We could respect that. She was welcome to be in as many of our videos as she wanted and if she ever changed her mind then we would talk about putting her in one of our “Here Comes” videos.

The “Here Comes” series from Homegrown Video was created to take people that wanted to become superstars in porn and give them the best possible vehicle and spotlight for navigating that path. This meant shooting an entire video of scenes featuring the model and getting a big shot photographer with a make-up artiste and an assistant or two to shoot a picture that we would put on the box cover. Then before the title released, we would contact the adult press and try to light a fire of publicity that would be burning furnace hot as soon as the video came out. At this point, the mainstream Los Angeles based porn companies that signed stars to lucrative contracts would come a ‘calling and then that model would be well on her way to fast money, rock star boyfriends, and snorting coke at swank parties in the Hollywood Hills. Stephanie Swift naturally was a candidate for shooting this sort  of title, where the ante was upped by such a greater investment of time and energy.  

At Homegrown, we had seen this condition before. Total orgasm junkie using porn to get her fix; possessed by a demon whore raised from some oozing, teeming jungle swamp of pure fucking muck. We could not contain her. She caused an emergency for more videotape when we realized that we had not brought enough to tame the sex beast inside her. All day Stephanie had been so quiet. Now her low, groaning, moans were starting up from some deep and profoundly sensual. Her body would convulse with spasms that every now and then would freeze her still, except for her toes, which would twitch like shrimp swimming away. At times we wondered if she was alive or dead, and the only way we could tell was the variety of colors that seemed to iridescently shimmer across her chest, shimmering from pert pretty breast to breast – colorful proof that she was in fact an alien sent to collect orgasmic energy with which to control the universe.

At Homegrown, we have a dedicated responsibility not to let that happen. No matter the consequences. Our mission is to make a world where sex is safe; says so right in the handbook.

When the situation was finally brought under control,  the cameras were smoking, all the other guys and girls in the room  were sweating, except Stephanie who apparently does not sweat, the room was literally melting in the dank sweet swampy smell of over four hours of people fucking. At the end, we all bowed out to just watch Stephanie get off. She created a sense of awe because she was just so intensely focused and concentrated on getting off. We knew what we were witnessing.

A star is porn.

Stephanie “Chinacat” Swift was introduced to us by a San Diego local who goes by the alias “Mark Giffy”. He had met her the day before on a set where Stephanie was set to perform her first scene. Unfortunately, according to Stephanie, the guy had trouble performing (remember, this was before the days of drugs like Cialis and Viagra). When we met, I could scarcely believe that she wanted to be in adult videos.  She was so quiet; shy to the point of being like an oblique liquid transparency of anything resembling a personality that I thought if I looked at her long enough then she would blow away and pop like a glistening bubble blown by a kid on a hot summer’s day. Upon asking her the standard array of questions though, would you like to be in a Homegrown Video, why would you like to be in amateur porn, what would you like to do in a xxx video, how far do you want to go in the adult industry, and questions like that then I realized what a completely complex person Stephanie actually is.

Stephanie was inspired by a big star at the time named Raquel Darrian. She simply lusted for the opportunity to have sex with her. In fact, Stephanie admitted that getting into porn would be an excellent way to indulge her bisexual tendencies since, as she explained, finding a girl to bring into her relationship with her boyfriend had been tough. (Some people have problems the rest of us wish we had!) The one hitch to the plan was the fact that Stephanie didn’t want her boyfriend’s parents to find out that she was making amateur sex videos or indulging in any other kind of naughty and inappropriately erotic pastimes. The parents were apparently dusty and crusty old money San Diegans that would sincerely not approve of such things.

However, no matter what her boyfriend’s parents thought, Stephanie was determined to make some amateur porn with us. If she felt that way about it, then there was just one way to determine if she was being sincere about it or not – put her in the middle of an orgy and see how well she accounts herself.  Our strategy for the stuff that we used to shoot ourselves was entirely based on the type of amateur porn submittal content that we like best; keep the cameras rolling as long as people are having fun and make sure you have enough tape to capture it all. There were two cameras that day and it was still hard to capture all the action, especially when Stephanie was practically melting them down in her pursuit of absolutely intense orgasms.

As has been noted before,   I would never have had any sort of issue of these sorts if it were not for my upbringing which is a mix of cherished though weathered Southern gentility mixed with a dash of East Coast blueblood aspirations. Those affectations are to this day like a starched suit of propriety worn over a leopard print dong thong. Dressed underneath the pleasant manners and the stuffy cordialities there is only the half naked, fully sweaty, panting hard, trappings of a bona fide sex fiend ready to be exposed. So trying to maintain acting all dressed up and unruffled while all the while feeling the completely nude emotion of intense sexual desire was literally causing me to sweat. And a sweaty guy with a couch in his office that innocent young San Diego girls would take their clothes off and lie on was not making Daphne’s friend change her mind about amateur porn at all. The way she was looking at me I might as well have had horns on my head, a pointy tale, and sitting in a fiery office chair.

But when the going gets tough, then the tough get hard… and make some porn!

I won’t bore you with the details of what we did sexually; what would be the point? You can watch that video in Homegrownvideo.com or catch it in the “Eye Contact #2” from Homegrown.  Suffice to say it was all that and a cherry on top that left me smiling for days and led to many future videos and wild sex adventures – I guess most of  which was captured for the camera. And who can forget when Daphne worked as our “naughty secretary” who was on a live cam all day… the fact that she loved to hike her panties aside and play with her wet pussy all day was certainly a plus  for our fans, but  the downside was  having other work to do… lesson learned. All sex and no work is no way to run a porn biz.

And what about Daphne’s porn hater pal? She stayed in the office next to where I was fucking her BFF, not long though, as soon as the sounds of our frantic fucking began to echo down the hall she was out of there. Leaving Daphne stranded in the clutches of a dangerous pornographer?  What are friends for if you can’t fuck them or be fucked over by them, right?

The funny part is that Daphne and her friend did make up and start talking again… Only to find out that while Daphne had become an amateur porn queen and Homegrown Video legend, her pal was working in a jack shack with twisted perverts paying her hundreds of dollars to pee on them. The wonders of this world never cease to amaze me.

So, even though anyone in his right mind could have seen that this whole shoot was going down in flames for some idiotic reason I kept trying to restore balance and harmony and get back to the sex action. Had I become so completely intoxicated with her sweet, tight eighteen year old pussy? Was I to the point where I was delusional and ready to believe we would all smile in the mystical, magical, sacred knowledge that we’d made some kick ass amateur porn together? Had I convinced myself that we would finally finish in a pile of twisting bodies and undulating flesh, out of breath and flushed with wicked orgasms, about to be friends forever – bonded by the deep satisfaction that we brought a joy of sex to an otherwise pitiful and joyless world?

Had I lost my freaking mind?

No. The show must go on. There is a job to do. When the going gets tough then the tough get hard and finish the shoot. No money shot. No money. Mike South got the lights and cameras back out and ready for action. After all, we were all here to not just have fun but make some money too. I tried to appeal to reason and when that didn’t seem to be working then I tried to appease their greed. Sister was having none of it since apparently she was only going to let her brother negotiate her sex scene rates, and he was for now just ignoring me, but the friend seemed interested. Perhaps not interested in the sense of being sexually attracted or anything but smart enough to realize that not shooting more than five or ten minutes of sex, with no cumshot, was not going to win any cash bonus or anything; thus, interested in only what would be required to finish with cash in hand.

When Tad came back from Sunset’s suite, I could tell by the look on his face that whatever conversation he had with Sunset only raised the stakes. I could tell the only cards in his fist were clubs and he was ready to play bare knuckle poker on that joker brother’s dense skull. How far had the brother pushed it with Sunset? I knew she was tough as a pair of stripper heels and could handle herself well from her time fending off drunk morons in clubs but just the notion that she actually had to deal with that bastard being in her room and breathing the same air was horribly invasive enough.

But Tad didn’t want to gamble on going home empty handed either, “We can finish shooting this and I can pay you when we are done or you can go now and we will just call it quits” Tad said.

The brother stood up and walked over to the dresser. My camera was on top. He grabbed the camera and backed toward the door. “Ok,” he said, “then you can pay us with this!” And with that, he was out the door.

The nasty echoing reverberation of those words careening and crashing off of every room on the floor could certainly snap even the most intoxicated hardcore gamblers from their stupor and bring them to their senses. Rape. Rape. That guy was actually standing in the freaking hallway yelling “rape” even though he just negotiated for his own sister, along with her pretty friend, to be in an amateur porn production. Some people have a lot of nerve, meaning more than enough to go around and make everyone else nervous. Too fucking much.  I could already see the headline in tomorrow’s paper: “Homegrown Video President Charged with SEX ASSAULT”. This was the absolute last thing I ever wanted Homegrown to be associated with – a direct contradiction to our motto “Trying to make a world where sex is safe”. My peace, love, and hot fucking values were being sorely tested and to make matters worse I was developing an acute case of blue balls due to the coitus interruptus.

Tad, Mike South, and I all jumped for the door. As soon as we opened it the guy shut up. He was actually smiling. I felt like smacking that twisted grin off his face and replacing his sniggering lips with my fist.

“What the fuck are you thinking?” “What is your fucking problem?” “Have you lost your fucking mind?” We were like a disdainful chorus in a Greek tragedy chiming in together, not expecting any sort of reasonable and direct reply but just voicing angry sentiments to punctuate the moment clearly. The idiot stood his ground and kept smiling snugly. Finally, he made his point. “Pay me now. We are done.”

Tad tried to reason with him. Again.

“We aren’t done yet. We have to do the money shot or else there is not going to be any money.”

The brother looked pissed. Apparently he figured that just telling us that it was time to be done and run off with the cash was going to be easy as a teenager jacking off to his first Playboy or something. “Pay me now or I start telling everyone what is going on in here.” We all glared at each other. The stakes were rising fast – even for a town like Las Vegas. I could tell that Mike South and Tad were both just as ready as I was to jump the guy and start beating the crap out of him.

“RAPE!” He screamed again and to add insult to injury he added, “They are making porn in here!”

We had to do something fast. I knew that it would just be a matter of milliseconds before security showed up and we were all doomed. Making even amateur porn videos in Las Vegas is still not ok.

“C’mon,  we can be done in five minutes and you can get paid and everyone gets what he wants.” Tad said.  “Just wait for five more minutes with Sunset.” Tad recommended. The brother sneered. “What’s the matter with that?” Tad asked. “Why don’t you ask her.” The brother answered so Tad said he would be right back after he went down to talk to Sunset to see if she could handle five more minutes of the guy.

As soon as Tad left the brother said, “If she is not going to fucking put out then why the fuck would I want to hang with that cunt?” I took a deep breath. Mike looked at me and I knew he was ready to pin the guy while I battered him to a pulp. We held our cool. At the end of the day, a burning pile of crap of a day, we weren’t going to get paid either unless this thing was done. The sister and her friend were now dressed. Great, now we were essentially back to square one and square two did not even appear to exist. In fact, at this point, any step off of square one probably meant an instant plunge into a deep abyss from which there would be no return without a pair of shiny metal cuffs on.

Mike South might have a southern drawl and most people, well, at least those that are not from the South tend to equate that with mental slowness. In this moment, where split second decisions would make all the difference in deciding whether or not you were going to be thrown out of the hotel or worse yet thrown into a Las Vegas jail cell, Mike hid the camera in a drawer, turned off the lights and got them into the closet, and checked who was standing outside slamming his fist into the door without opening it. He did all that before Tad could say “cut” or anything appropriately dictatorial like that. I was still naked with my hard cock ready to continue fucking until we accomplished our mission and made some good old fashioned red, white and blue movie style amateur porn.

Tad said, “Don’t open it!”

Mike looked back at us from the door. “It’s the brother.”

The girls looked at Tad. They didn’t say anything. Either this was totally normal and  an everyday occurrence which at this point was becoming dull, or they were so stunned at the embarrassing prospect of him walking in and seeing them in various states of undress and looking sort of flushed from the sex that they couldn’t speak.  At this point I couldn’t tell and that was troubling. I had prided myself for keeping tuned into people’s vibes and staying aware of the emotional status of things. One had to be careful. I remember when some folks posing as amateur porn stars tied up Ed Powers, beat him with his own Adult Video Award statue, and robbed him blind. One had to be careful and not become so “fuck drunk” on barely legal pussy that he let his guard down when his dick went up.

The pounding on the door stopped. Mike peered again through the peep hole. “I think he left,” Mike advised, “Wait! He’s still there.”

All of a sudden, the brother came back with something ten times worse than a sledgehammer pounding on the door. Out in the middle of the hallway, in a casino hotel, in the heart of Las Vegas, the brother started screaming…

“RAPE!”

I was already resigned to the fact that this amateur porn shoot would not be ending up on Homegrown Video any time soon. We only wanted the sort of action where everyone is having a great time without out any need to pretend he or she is having actual fun. This shoot, if indeed there was going to be a shoot, and that was open to question, did not seem like it would fall into the sort of niche Homegrown has prided itself on and the standard which I was committed to upholding. This would be one of those days where folks have to pretend that they actually enjoy each other’s company. This would be one of those days where a great imagination and serious dedication to fucking would be required to get the job done.

Tad at last managed to persuade the brother to go wait in the suite with Sunset Thomas and watch television while we got the shoot underway. Tad escorted him down to the room. I can only imagine how happily Sunset received this son of a bitch with a smile on her face.  Mike South went to get some extra lights. I was all alone in the room with the sister and her girlfriend. Every time I tried to make some sort of pleasant small talk all I got was one syllable replies that were closer to grunts or snorts than anything actually intelligible so I gave up on trying to find any sort of chemistry in the situation. The wait seemed interminable due to the stretching expanse of hallways that exists between every point that takes a person from A to B in Las Vegas – obviously a ploy to discourage anyone from walking away from the casino. Finally though, Mike returned, then Tad.

The lights were set up. I had two cameras ready to go but we decided to shoot with just one. This was just as well because the other camera had a cassette in it that had some footage of my two year old daughter and since I didn’t have the case for it I was happy to keep that footage safe and sound in the camera, away from the grit and grime of a porn shoot.

Tad and I jumped up on the king size bed with the two girls. Foreplay was going sort of ok. I was paired with the friend and she seemed to be warming up to the idea that we would actually be making an amateur sex video. Tad was persistently patient with the sister and she seemed to thaw too. I have to give the guy credit since women actually seemed to really like when he would go down on them… unlike most of the porn studs in the business that the starlets would visibly cringe when guys would head south to work tongues like sand paper over their most sensitive regions. We kept the action moving. Mike kept the camera rolling. The girls moved into position to return the favor. If I didn’t know any better I would have thought we were actually on our way to making some sweet frigging porno action. Maybe I should get the scene for Homegrown I was thinking while I looked down at her sweet mouth as she took my cock in deeply.

The pounding, smashing, frantic and insistent knock at the door snapped me out my reverie. What now?

The disillusioned illusionist disappeared as quickly and as magically as he had appeared. There were plenty of other people to try his sleight of hand job on that would maybe give him a better audience than I had. I nodded through a few more conversations of people looking for any sort of angle on how I could put money in their pockets. Did I need a photographer? Was I looking to buy any scripted features? Do I need a good editing house? No, we shoot our own photos. Sorry, producing high priced scripted features was one great reason why I was more into making amateur videos – reminding one more earnest porn producer one more time that Homegrown Video was still only interested in doing amateur videos. Thanks but we do our own editing in house.

The haze of all the cigarettes blurred my contact lens and made seeing difficult. I was trying to be as polite as possible but not being able to see clearly along with the cumulative effects of the alcohol began working like a truth serum, and I was getting short with people at the expense of any sort of manners and decorum. If Tad hadn’t come along just in the nick of time, with two very pretty girls, then I might have exploded from the urge to just tell people to fuck off in no uncertain terms and in language no longer clothed in polite platitudes.

The girls with Tad were delicious. Nervous. Young. Maybe too young, so after the introductions and the small talk about going upstairs to shoot some amateur porn I had to see their identification. Luckily, they passed at eighteen and nineteen years old. Not old enough to stay in the lounge, not old enough to drink, but old enough to suck cock and get fucked in a porn video. God bless America!

We started to make our way to the elevators when suddenly a guy came running up to us. He looked pissed off like someone had just pissed all over his Cheerios and ditched him before he could sound off about it. Tad introduced him as the brother of one of the girls. I reached to shake his hand but all that he offered in return was a scowl. “Is he going to fuck my sister?” He asked Tad.

Tad kept smiling. “Let’s go upstairs and figure all that out.” The brother didn’t look happy but he didn’t say “no” so well all boarded the elevator together and rode up in an uncomfortable silence.

Tad disappeared into the maze of slot machines. I now held court at the table and nursed what was left of my drink until another set arrived. A guy dressed in the height of lounge lizard tuxedo fashion was walking around performing feats of illusion for a porn crowd that couldn’t care less. I guess if he wasn’t going to pull a hot stripper out of his hat that was willing to do anal sex in a porno nobody was going to give him the time of day. However, I was mesmerized by the playing card that seemed to hover and dart around him while he walked around as if it were a trained butterfly.

Even when he came up to where I was sitting and started talking – eventually admitting that he wanted a shot at being in porn – I couldn’t figure out how the hell he was doing it. I answered his questions sincerely and directly, drawing out the explanations to buy time to figure out the trick but to no avail. Of course there was a wire somewhere, but I couldn’t see or feel it as hard as I tried. Sure tons of guys want to get into porn but this was in the age before Viagra and the sad truth was most of them would never be able to stand having sex in front of a dozen other guys that just want you to finish so they can get paid and go home to a cold beer and a couple of bong loads. If he could magically make his cock stand up on cue and cum on demand then he might have a shot at becoming the David Copperfield of porn. Without the benefit of a little pill that would invisibly wire his cock up into a raging erection he would be just another sap trying to break into a business that had a line of guys a thousand miles long waiting there standing in front of him, all with limp dicks dangling. Naturally, when he figured out the gist of what I was saying it was like revealing a magic trick. All the fun goes out, the mystery is lost, and all you are left with is a big “Yeah, I knew that had to be how it was done, thanks for a big heaping helping of whatever”. No one likes coming face to face with the obvious.