1 comments/ 37814 views/ 3 favorites No Holding Back By: drawandstrike No Holding Back: The Brad Armstrong Story My 20 Year Career As Straight Porn's Top Male Performer Copyright 2004 Not every guy can make a living spraying his semen into the faces of gorgeous young models like I have for the past 20 years. Whenever I go to conventions or speaking engagements to promote our films it always happens. Some guy will come up and pop "The Question" to me. "How do I break into the business?" And I am very honest with them when they ask me that. "Son, you gotta have a great body, you have to have impressive equipment, and most of all, you have to ALREADY be used to making it with hot chicks." See, that's what's gonna disqualify over 90% of these guys right there. They are guys who are still living in their parent's house, driving a beat up old car, dressed in torn T-Shirts and baggy shorts with beat up tennis shoes, are lucky if they can snag a ordinary looking girl and here they dreaming about getting it on with models like Nikki Anderson or Julia Taylor. Those top-flight adult models are very PARTICULAR about who they work with. This ain't the 1970's anymore, when the business was still getting established and the girls didn't have my say. Back then models would show up on the set and be told, "Ok, here's the guy you're going to screw. Tough if you don't like it." Today's top models hand-pick their co-stars, and no, before you ask, the size of the dick isn't that important to most of these girls. They like big cocks, don't get me wrong, and they love big muscles, but mostly what these girls look for is personality. Same as they would in a real-life relationship. Think about it, if a girl can't stand a guy, if his breath stinks and his personality turns her off, she is gonna have to be ONE HELL OF AN ACTRESS to not let it show during the shoot. Because this business is about getting VERY up close and personal with each other. Most of the guys that approach me with this question are about 20 pounds overweight, dressed like rap star wannabes, their personal grooming leaves much to be desired and they do not project that one characteristic that turns women on: confidence. Remember the hot chicks at your high school and at college, if you went? What kind of guys did they date? Yeah, the guys were good looking but so what, there were dweebs and un-popular guys that were good looking. Did they dress nice? So do lots of nerds. What is it they project that the hot girls go for? Masculinity. Confidence. They have their shit together. They are well groomed, too. Lots of guys today don't seem to think that matters, but it does. All right, that was high school. What makes you think it's any different in the adult video business? Some guys seem to think if they land the job they get to sleep with a hot girl no matter what she feels about it. Maybe at the low levels of the business, when people are breaking in, girls don't have much say and they do have to 'do it' with whoever they get paired with. But by the time you get up to the high quality product, like VCA, or Private, forget it. Those girls only work with who they want to work with. And the directors and producers are NOT gonna make these top models screw a guy they don't like. The whole point of an adult vid is to turn the audience on. If the girl doesn't like the guy and it shows, how many copies of the video are they gonna sell? Very few. Volcanic sex scenes are turned in by models who are genuinely turned on by each other. And if you ain't the type of guy that makes a Jenna Jameson or a Nikki Anderson wet just by standing next to them, you're gonna have a hard time getting to the top in this business. What kind of guy gets paired with the top girls? Well he's gotta be in shape, number one. The fat guys can make a living at the lower level of the business, but they are scraping by. Most of them could make more money with a legitimate job. Directors don't want to pair a curvaceous, tanned babe like Julia Taylor with a guy that's pale, overweight and awkward looking. They want to pair an in-shape guy with their top models because that makes the sex look hotter, which is the whole point, of course. Secondly, the guy has to have impressive equipment. Some guys get along with the 6 -7" inch cocks but like the fat guys they don't work much and they never reach the top of their trade. The average 'top' stud in the business has a 8-10" penis when erect. That's not just to discriminate against those not blessed; it's so people can see the guy's organ during the sex clearly. If a guy only has a thin 6 incher, people watching a girl slide up and down on that in the Cowgirl position aren't seeing a whole lot. But if you paired that same babe with me or Peter North, guys with big, easily seen 10" inchers, that changes the picture because now the audience can clearly see her impaling herself. Thirdly, the guy has to be an expert with women. No fumbling, no awkwardness. He has to be a sexual athlete and have a personal touch. He can't be one of those guys in the cheap gonzo flicks that pays some teen amateur girl to blow him while he sits back and does absolutely nothing. The job of the porn stud is to drive the girl wild so her personality comes out during the scene, just as she's trying to drive him wild. You have to be a lovemaker, not a inert cock some girl is blowing or screwing. Fourthly, the guy has to deliver on the cumshot. Some guys have every quality I've listed so far; they are in shape, they have big dicks, they know what they are doing with the girls......and then when it's time for the money shot nothing happens. Well, they climax, obviously, but it's hard to see. Which is not good. If a guy has spent the last 20 minutes of a video getting sucked and screwed by a gorgeous babe, and then she jacks him off into her waiting mouth, the entire scene has been building to that moment, so the guy has to deliver. When he orgasms, his semen has to be clearly seen and the more of it there is and the more forcefully it leaves him, the more exciting the cumshot is. Which is why guys who only produce a dribble or two don't work much. Now fair or not, the audience equates a man having a powerful orgasm as the perfect conclusion to a hot sex scene. And what's the most graphic evidence that the man is having a powerful orgasm? Is it how loud he yells? Is it how much is body jerks and shakes? Nope. It's how much semen leaves his penis during the ejaculations and how forcefully that semen leaves it. So, not surprisingly, the guys who go off like firehoses and who's semen is clearly visible as they ejaculate get more work than the guys who go off like a limp, barely turned on water hose that leaks clear, hard to see fluid. The sixth and last thing is that you have to have control. And I mean CONTROL. Nothing ruins a scene that the director is trying to create like the male model shooting off early. Do that more than a few times and the phone will stop ringing. Believe me, if the word gets out that you're a trigger-happy fellow, your earnings will nose dive. And most of the guys who want to work in this business just do not understand that you have to have the WHOLE package to make in this business these days since the competition is so fierce. Hey, who wouldn't want to make a living making it with hot ladies like Sylzvia Lauren or Sandra Russo? But you have to fit the bill to even have a shot at getting your foot in the door. Every time there is a casting call for new male talent, how many guys do you think show up? 10? 20? Last time VCA held one of those 200 guys showed up. They get to sit across from a table from the VCA reps and talk for about 5 minutes while they are looked over. Out of that 200, maybe 5 or 6 will get in the door and get to take their clothes for for some pictures. Out of that maybe 2 will get to the next level - a photo shoot with a new girl who is also coming into the business. If he does well with the photo shoots, he will then after a couple of months move on to videos. That doesn't mean he's got it made. He's still trying out. They may start him out with gonzo type flicks with little set up and no acting ability required, or if they think he has promise he may get second billing in a shoot. But most big productions companies like VCA or Private will only add about 4 or 5 male models a year. That's out of about 1,000 guys that show up to try out. So I admit I get tired of some guy with pimples, who is fat, out of shape, and couldn't get a date in a singles bar full of hot chicks, coming over to me and asking who they need to talk to about 'breaking in' to adult vids. I try to be polite, but one point I definitely make is that if they aren't screwing hot girls right NOW, forget doing it for the cameras, because if these guys ever got Nikki Anderson's face close to their dicks they would go off in about 3 seconds. I got into the business by accident. That's the way it's been for most of the top guys. I was going to be a pro football player. Peter North wanted to be a bodybuilder. David Perry was shooting for a career as a male model for the fashion industry. Peter was asked to do a magazine layout by a guy that saw him at the beach. David had a career going in Europe and then hit a wall and took a magazine shoot to pay the bills. Me? I was UCLA's top linebacker prospect of 1984.........and then I broke my right leg in my first game so badly I still walk with a slight limp today. The doctors took one look and said my playing days were over. Since I was on a scholarship to UCLA to play football, one of the first things that happened is that I lost the scholarship and was stuck in L.A. after I dropped out of school. I tried to work a few jobs but nothing felt right. The most I could find was a job for $7.00 an hour working as a clerk in a store. I could pack up and go back home to Texas but I knew there was nothing waiting for me there. I was 18 years old, my whole life ahead of me, and already a dream I had been working towards since junior high had just died an ugly death. So I'm asking around the small group of friends I had made on the UCLA campus before I dropped out about any good work, and one of them, a really cute co-ed I had had my eye on before the untimely demise of my football career told me about a modeling agency looking for new talent. She mentioned a little shyly that she had done some nude modeling for them, and she had gotten some good money for it. She told me with my good looks and physique from years of bodybuilding and football, I would be a natural. So, out of prospects and stuck in a dead end job, I show up at the South Talent Agency in Central LA. It's a little storefront place, and what they do there is they don't really produce any photo shoots; it's an introductory level agency that farms aspiring models out to photography studios and production companies. I go in, meet the nice lady behind the counter, and fill out a questionnaire. She takes some Polaroids of me, all the basic front and side shots, then asks if I'm interested in the nude/adult modeling work. And for a moment, I almost said no, then thought what the hell and said yes. So five minutes later I'm standing stark naked in front of this wall while this lady, who looks alot like my high school librarian, with short gray hair and horn-rimmed glasses, takes pictures of me from different angles. Then she asked me a question that completely caught me off-guard. "Can you get an erection for me?" she said, matter of factly while standing behind the camera. "Uh, sure no problem." Now I wasn't a novice, OK, I'd had my share of girls in high school and college, but this was the first time I ever had to get it up under these circumstances, with no hot lady nearby. I used my hand and I think she was impressed by how fast Mr. Happy got to full mast. My dick is just over 9 1/2 inches long, and she took some shots so the length of it was clearly evident. She took a few pictures and then said "Ok, we're done." I put my clothes back on, and that was it. She told me I was 'on file' now and they would begin sending my pics out to the productions companies to see if any of them would bite. I left and 3 weeks went by and I forgot all about it. Then I got a call from South about a photo shoot that required a male model and the photographer had liked my pics, so he was interested in meeting me. On my lunch break from my clerk job I drove out and met him at the South agency. He was a fat guy with a handlebar moustache, his name was Arnie Fegley and he was one of the top adult photographers in the world. He was freelancing stuff these days to the top Europe hardcore magazines and making a ton of money and it just so happens he was looking for a muscular male model with a big cock. Most of the guys he was having to use, he didn't really like. He was one of the first guys to get the REALLY attractive models to do hardcore. It was 1984, you know, and not to insult the ladies that worked the industry on the East Coast, but it wasn't until porn bloomed in California you started to see gals like Ginger and Amber Lynn and Christy Canyon doing it. A new generation of really attractive, tanned and talented models was taking the adult world by storm in the early 1980's and Arnie was one of the first guys to realize that the thin, pale, pimply guys with small dicks would no longer fit the bill. For gorgeous tanned women you needed handsome tanned men. And he found what he was looking for when he contacted the South agency and asked them if they had any body-builder types with good equipment. They told him they did, but this new client was so new to the business a personal meeting would be best beforehand instead of just sending me out to the studio. Arnie and I hit it off from the first time I walked into the room. Turned out he was a rabid football fan and went to alot of UCLA games, so he was somewhat familiar with the program. He remembered the stories in the sports sections of the local paper how disappointing it was that the Bruin's top linebacking prospect, Brad Armstrong, was knocked out of football without ever playing a full game. He told me loved the pics, and asked a bit about my sexual history, the blood tests and all that stuff. I indicated I would be willing to take all the tests, and that satisfied him. He gave me the address of his studio and asked me to be there the following Monday. He told me if he liked my work, he would use me regularly, since he had a whole new bevy of hot models coming in and he needed male models to use with them. I took the tests at a nearby clinic, turned in the results to the agency, and then waited for Monday to arrive. I parked my beat up old Chevy Prizm out front next to some gleaming sports cars and had a self conscious moment before steeling myself and going through the doors. Three hours later I was completely naked, covered in sweat, sitting in a chair, my hands spastically gripping the armrests as my twitching cock sprayed out a huge load of semen all over the face of a sexy brunette model named Lana Clarkson while Arnie's camera flashed away. She stroked my cock insistently with both her hands, determined to get every last spurt she possibly could out of me, and by the 6th spurt she was also giggling in glee. You see, Lana was the first girl among the thousands I've worked with to discover just what a powerful prostate gland I've been blessed with. By the time my orgasm was over five distinct streaks of white syrup ran over her pretty face from chin to forehead. I heard Arnie gasp in amazement, and Lana herself was gazing up at me in awe as the surges continued. My dick spouted 9 times, then settled down to oozing out some dribbles of syrup. Lana took my cock-tip back in her mouth and sucked sweetly away as I writhed in the chair and the flash and pop of the cameras going off filled the air. Her face was an incredible sight, with my hot milky semen glistening and dripping from it, and Arnie made sure he got some good closeups as she playfully posed with my dick, licking it, sucking it and nuzzling it. Finally Arnie called the action to a halt and handed Lana a towel. She grinned up at me and said, "I guess this is one time I really DO need a big towel for this!" and proceeded to wipe my discharge off of her face. Meanwhile Arnie was grinning from ear to ear. He knew a gold mine when he saw it, and as soon as Lana and I had our clothes back on he sat us down for a talk. I was still pretty light-headed from the intense orgasm. It had been a thrill, my first adult shoot, meeting this sexy lady in the office with a handshake and a peck on the cheek, and then moving to the studio before the cameras and spending over a hour and a half sucking and screwing the daylights out of each other. On that final suckoff I was so excited one of my spurts of semen had arched up completely over Lana's face, to land on the carpet behind her. "Ok kids, here the deal." Arnie began. "Thanks to the influence of the Europeans, mostly Swedish Erotica, the facial cumshot is going to be a big thing. Guys want to see gorgeous girls finishing their men off right into their face, and that means the guys are going to have to deliver when they cum. And from what I saw here a minute ago, Brad, you have exactly what Vivid is looking for." "Glad to hear that." I responded. Lana was nodding at me too. "I've been with some of the top talent in this business, and boy, you more than blow those guys away." She gave my shoulder a good squeeze. I was looking at her, still remembering the intense pleasure of my recent orgasm and how erotic her face had looked covered in my semen, and my cock gave a big, pleasurable twitch in my jeans. "So you guys think I can make a living at this?" I asked tentively. Arnie rolled his eyes. "Brad, you will make thousands of dollars. You just made $200 today, and I'm going to get on the phone with Marc Richards at Vivid and have him send a new girl over her on Wednesday morning. We'll shoot again then. And I'll pay you the going rate of $200 for each day's work. In the meantime, here's your checks." He handed me a check, and sure enough it was for two hundred bucks. I had an ephiphany at that moment. I made about $200 a week working at my present job, and here I'd equaled that in less than 3 hours 'work' with this pretty girl. If I got another $200 on Wednesday doing all this again with a different girl, that would make $400 in one week. Lana took her check and grinned at me. "You're gonna be real popular with the other Vivid girls Brad, once I tell them what a swell time we had here today!" After she left, I hung around the studio because it was my day off and I had nothing better to do. Besides, I wanted to ask Arnie some questions. He had another photo shoot getting ready to go, and he told me I could watch and learn. This one was between another new guy, named Jon Dough and a girl who went by Dana Lynn. Jon was a big strapping guy with black hair and a huge cock, just a shade larger than mine. Dana was a nubile blonde with a cute face and, as it turned out once Arnie turned her loose on Jon, the nature of a minx in heat. Their scene was shot with different scenery than the one Lana and I had for ours. Dana dressed like a cheerleader and Jon was the football guy in the letter jacket. "How many girls does Vivid have in their modeling stable?" I asked Arnie as he snapped pictures of Dana blowing Jon's big member. "Right now about 30." Arnie said, moving around to find good angles as the couple on the bed obligingly keep going at each other. As Jon was pounding the moaning Dana's shapely ass I whispered another question, as Arnie adjusted one of the lighting bulbs suspended over the bed. No Holding Back Raised in a strict religious family, Cindi was a cliché. At 19, she'd already had sex with a couple of high school boyfriends, but it left her unsatisfied. Cindi had, even for a teenager, an uncommonly high sex drive. She loved sex. She loved thinking about sex, she loved watching adult films - she loved to fuck. With a sweet, pretty face, just barely shoulder-length blond streaked hair and dark eyes that looked out through small, rimless glasses, Cindi was a beautiful girl with a beautiful smile and a hot little body. She often wore a small, silver chain around her neck. Small in stature, about five-foot-one, she was a feather-light 100 pounds. She had pert, pointy little breasts, she never wore a bra, and a tight, round ass - Cindi was pursued by boys who would have gladly played stud to her neatly trimmed, eager young pussy. But Cindi had a driving lust for older guys ...much older guys. And she had one particular 34-year-old in mind. Lawrence stood about five-foot-ten inches tall and was thin, but was in outstanding condition. Cindi knew he worked out. She would fantasize about his hard body. Lawrence was one stud Cindi was desperate to have mount her. Lawrence was a professor of Cindi's. She didn't need to fuck him for a good grade - she just wanted to fuck him. When Cindi would meet Lawrence in his office to pick up graded papers, she tried her best to get close to him, to rub against him. He never seemed to notice. Once, Cindi dropped a paper onto the floor and bent over, making certain she was close to him, offering him a view of her petite, round ass. Cindi loved the way Lawrence dressed, his scent, his hands and his blue eyes. Lawrence was bald and shaved his head. She thought that was incredibly hot, and she imagined he had a tattoo, maybe one of those thin, armband tattoos. She wondered how kinky he was in bed. Did he trim his pubic hair? Were his balls bare? Did he ever use a cock ring? "God, I can't take this," she thought. Whenever Cindi was around Lawrence, she started to lubricate. Her pussy was so wet just thinking about him, about touching him, smelling him, "screwing his brains out!" Whenever she saw him simply walking by, she thought about how his hard cock must feel - in her hand, in her mouth, parting her pubic lips and slipping into her slick, hot cunt. She would reach her car across the parking lot after seeing him, and quickly climbing inside, Cindi would slip her hand into her jeans and beneath her panties and finger her perpetually sensitive clit. "Fuck!" she thought. "I want him so much!" Day after day, Cindi tried to attract Lawrence's attention, and day after day her pussy would lubricate like mad in his presence in anticipation - awaiting the moment when the two of them would find someplace to fuck one another in complete lustful abandoned. "I feel like such a slut," Cindi thought. "But I like it. I want to be his slut." The offices were closed, the halls empty as Cindi made another trek to pick up a paper from Lawrence. As she reached to pick up the folder, her small, smooth pale hand touched Lawrence's, slipping across his as he caught a glimpse of her pretty red-orange nail polish. He touched her hand with his fingertips - then grasped her hand, sliding his palm up her forearm. Cindi gasped almost imperceptibly. Her breathing became rapid, her heart pounded. She nervously gripped the hem of his shirt and helped him pull it over his head. "God, he so ripped," she thought, as she saw his hard abs, chest and arms for the first time - not bulked up, just hard and ripped as hell. Lawrence kicked off his shoes and dropped his trousers to the floor. Cindi marveled at his rigid cock standing out from under his gray boxers. "Fuck, he must be nine inches," she thought with a dizzying, uncontrollable appetite. Cindi quickly pulled off her black tee-shirt, her tiny, beautiful breasts just barely giggled - "tiny, wonderfully suckable tits," Lawrence thought. Cindi unbuttoned her stretch pants and slid them down her youthful, clean-smelling legs. She now wore only black cotton bikini panties and her glasses. Her glasses and her chaing and cross stayed on, but Lawrence, who was by now out of his boxers, slipped Cindi's panties down to the floor, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic mound. As Lawrence stood, Cindi noticed her fantasy was correct. Lawrence was trimmed nearly hairless around his tight hard groin, his balls were bare, his cock hard, its head bulbous and luscious. He had a narrow, dark blue tattoo ringing his left bicep. Lawrence took Cindi by her small waist, bent down slightly and sucked her hard, erotic, pink nipples. "You're married, aren't you," she asked. "Separated," Lawrence said as he reached down and momentarily touched her soaking pussy lips with his left hand. "You're so beautiful," Lawrence said, as their tongues met, his hand massaging her ass. "You're so fucking hot!" His nine-inch cock pressed against Cindi as her slender arms wrapped around Lawrence's neck. "Fuck me," she pleaded. "Please fuck me." Lawrence gripped her waist, and Cindi gasped again, realizing he was lifting her. As he raised her, Cindi wrapped her legs around Lawrence's waist, his horny proud throbbing cock slipped into her willing pussy. "Oh, god, yeah," Cindi yelped. "Fuck me, Lawrence," she breathed. "Fuck me really fucking good!" Cindi could feel Lawrence's toned, hard body, his hard legs and arms, his beautifully stiff cock as he used his strength to hold her and to fuck her the way she deserved - the way she wanted to be fucked. "Ahh, yeah!" Cindi moaned. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" Cindi helped Lawrence by using her young pale, smooth legs to work her self up and down on his glistening pole. "God, I love your cock," she whispered. "Fuck me. Please don't stop fucking me." Lawrence took a step and sat back on a leather sofa in his office. Without ever coming free from his cock, Cindi straddled him, screwing him as he held her ass and sucked her nipples. "You've got such a sweet, beautiful fucking body," Lawrence said. "I could fuck you all night." "Then do it," Cindi answered eagerly. "Fuck me all night. Fuck me good all night." Lawrence's office was partly below grade, and they could see people walk by outside through the blinds, which were slightly open. Cindi smiled briefly, then threw her head back as she rode Lawrence's cock with uninhibited, carnal joy. She had never loved fucking so much. Suddenly Lawrence rolled Cindi onto her back on the sofa, braced himself with his arms and began pounding her wonderful little pussy, his shaft sliding in and out of her sweet slick tunnel, his balls slapping her ass with his butt-tightening thrusts. "Fuck me, babe!," Cindy called out. "Oh, god, yeah, oh, god, yeah, yeah!" Cindi threw her arms back over her head as Lawrence licked and sucked her nipples, screwing her, her clit rubbing the base of his shaft. Cindi's little tits bounced slightly, her chain riding between her breasts. Lawrence could see his reflection in the lenses of her glasses. "You've got such a beautiful pussy," he said. "I've never fucked such a beautiful pussy." Cindi's ass and hips started to buck as she orgasmed, her legs clenching Lawrence's. Lawrence's balls became tight as his thrusts became harder and he shot load after load of steaming cum into Cindi's eager, silky pussy. "Oh, god!" Cindi cried. "Yes! Fuck yeah!" They quickly dressed and made their way to Lawrence's house, where Cindi offered herself for more fucking and sucking than she ever imagined she was capable. Within seconds of racing to the bedroom, Cindi was on Lawrence's bed on her hands and knees, Lawrence holding her magnificent ass, fucking her from behind. There was no holding back. No Holding Back Ch. 02 The first thing that struck me about Vivid's offices was how big the building was compared to Arnie's small studio. It looked like a big brown warehouse type deal, and I later learned that there are 5 rather sizable rooms inside used as sets for the video shoots, along with editing facilities, and the shipping department, from which all of Vivid's tapes and other products were mailed out to customers. Sometimes Vivid directors took their shoots out of the building and did a video 'on location' in the woods or in some rich guy's backyard so they could use his pool area, but mostly all indoors type scenes were shot here. I parked the Mustang and went in through the big glass double doors at the front and paused at the reception desk, where a pretty short-haired redhead girl was talking on the phone. She hung up as I approached and smiled up at me, her eyes going over me. I was wearing a polo shirt, dress slacks with a black belt, and tan loafers, and she was obviously undressing me out of them with her eyes. Guess she's seen a lot of guys come through that door, I thought as I smiled back and said "Hi, I'm Brad Armstrong and I'm here today because Mr. Richards asked me to be." She dropped her mouth open, her eyes going wide. "Ohhhhhh!" she said, her eyes involuntarily dropping straight to my crotch for a split second. "YOU'RE Brad!" Her smile returned, much wider now. "I'm Vicki, the receptionist here." "Hi Vicki." She looked down at an appointment calendar in front of her. "OK, you're expected in the makeup department at 9 o'clock, so your a few minutes early. Most of the crew and the models won't really start coming in until around 10 today, so I guess Marc wanted you here early since it's your first day ." "Good idea." was all I could think of to say. She stood up, and gestured to me as she moved off. "Let me show you where makeup is, and get you situated." I followed her down a hallway, turned left, and she stopped in front of a door that was helpfully labeled 'Makeup Specialists'. "I'll be at the reception desk if you need anything." Vicki told me with another friendly smile, and then she was gone. I went through the door and found a long, narrow room with chairs set up in the middle facing a room-long mirror that ran down the entire wall on the right. A counter also ran the length of the room in front of the mirror, with all kinds of makeup brushes and powders on it. Two women were in the room, one a thin brunette the other a tanned blonde. Both turned towards me and stopped a conversation they were having as I stopped hesitantly in the doorway. "Uh....hi." I ventured. "My name's Brad Armstrong and I have a shoot going on today." "Well HI!" said the tanned blonde, moving forward and taking charge like the pro she was. "I'm Darcy, this is Linda, we do the makeup for everybody here, so have a seat right there!" So I sit down and the the first thing Darcy does is reach down and start pulling off my Polo shirt. "Uh............don't you guys just work on the face area?" I asked as she folded my shirt and put it on the counter. Darcy grinned at me. Actually we do the whole body, son. Sometimes a guy has a pimple on his ass or something and we have to cover it up. Got any pimples on your ass?" I immediately sensed this girl was a joker, and she was trying to set me at ease. I worked. I grinned back at her. "Not that I know of." "All right then," Darcy said, turning my face to the mirror. "You are one good-lookin' fella and I can see already there's not much Linda and I can do to improve your looks. You got a great tan, so we don't need to pancake you so the cameras will pick up your skin better. I guess I'll just play with your hair some then." "OK, but be gentle, it's my first time!" I said, and they both laughed. I had a collegiate style hair cut back then, not short but not long either, and as I sat in the chair and relaxed, Darcy ran her fingers through my hair and played with the part a little bit. I of course, had showered and soaped myself up good that morning. I had shampooed, shaved, brushed my teeth twice, flossed, gargled with Scope, trimmed my fingernails, checked for any errant nose and ear hair, and had applied a good dose of aloe vera lotion to my entire body, then topped it all of with just the right amount of Old Spice cologne. That was the same routine I had fallen into on days I had a photo shoot at Arnie's, and I still do it today. You would not believe the condition I have seen some guys show up in for work. Dirty underwear, unshaven, hair uncombed and oily and full of dandruff, teeth unbrushed, breath stinking, dirty cracked fingernails, bloodshot eyes, pale dry scaly skin, you name it, I've seen it. I've also seen those guys disappear.........FAST. Because the girls let the directors and producers know in no uncertain terms that they do NOT want to see that creep again. I could tell Darcy was impressed by my grooming. She even asked my what I shampooed with since my hair smelled so nice. She was layering my hair with a comb and showing me how I could make it look thicker when the door banged open and this guy came striding into the room, a pretty brunette girl in his wake. He had a big prominent nose, a bushy mustache that went down past the corners of his mouth, and slick back, thinning black hair. He was wearing one of those fancy purple dress shirts with the open V-neck to show off the thick gold chain and his chest hair. Coupled with the black slacks and the shiny black dress shoes he looked like a bad disco dancer way past a prime that never was. "Hey, you bitches snap to it!" he barked, "Get Kara taken care of her, I gotta go make a phone call!" And with that he turned and strode off, almost knocking the brunette model over as he self-importantly brushed by her and disappeared through the door. Which he of course, neglected to close. You know how you get vibes off of somebody, and you just instinctively know right away you either are gonna get along great with this person, or you are not? With me and this guy it was a great big ugly 'NOT'. The brunette named Kara just stood there for a second until Linda sighed and pointed to one of the empty chairs and said "Honey, why don't you take a seat right here?" The girl, who couldn't have been more than 18, shuffled over and sat down. She didn't look anybody in the eye as Linda started working on her hair, which was long and curly. Now I had not been in the business very long. There was a lot I didn't know. But one of the first things you learn about adult videos is that there are some VERY unsavory people who are drawn to the industry. For these people, sex equals easy money. Especially when it's somebody else that is getting screwed and not them. I'd been to the strip joints, and seen the girls there dancing for their boyfriend/managers. It was no secret that most of the guys were using the girls, taking most of the money and then ditching the girls when they got too old and going off and finding some new young gal they could get to dance for them in the clubs. They always find some girl with low self-esteem, who's young, hasn't been around the block yet, who they can easily impress with a few shopping sprees and some nice dinners in the finer restaurants. Then they put the girl to work and live off of them. Well I shouldn't have been shocked to discover that the adult video industry has it's own share of that. One look and I knew that guy for exactly what he was. He was nothing more than a pimp. And I hate pimps. The vast majority of the girls in the business today are doing it because they want to; they may have a boyfriend or a manager, but the guy isn't really running the show. But it's true that back in the 70's and 80's there were some guys that were doing this kind of thing. And it showed in the limpid, half-hearted, sometimes visibly reluctant scenes their girls turned in. I only worked a handful of times with girls that I could sense were not really into it. I've been lucky. Peter North has stories he could tell you. Every guy that was working back then has them. Some asshole boyfriend pressures his girl to do a vid that she really doesn't want to do, and right in the middle of a scene a girl can break down crying or something. It's happened. And I don't like it. This industry isn't for everybody, and if a girl doesn't want to, nobody should try to make her. There are two kinds of girls the guys in the business don't want to work with: The girls who are only doing it to make money for their boyfriends, and the girls who are cold fishes that are only doing it for the money. Have you ever been with a prostitute that just lied there, did absolutely nothing, then took your money and left right after it was over? I have never paid for sex.......but I have an idea what that's like because I have worked with girls that had that same exact attitude. And the only times that happened was because I wasn't able to figure out what the deal was until the scene was being shot. Sometimes you can't tell until the clothes come off and the cameras start rolling. I could tell by looking at this girl as Linda worked on her hair that she did NOT want to be here. Linda was whispering to Kara as she worked on her hair and I could see the younger woman shaking her head from side to side. Right then, as Darcy continued messing around with my hair, I made a mental note to pull Mr. Gold Chain aside and have a word with him. I told Darcy that my hair really DID look thicker and more full and thanked her for the tip. That's when Marc Richards walked in, three female models in tow. One was Ginger, who was making eyes at me as Marc introduced me to Christy Canyon and Traci Lords. Christy was a pretty brunette who had out of this world big hair, like a country and western singer, plus a top-heavy figure with a bust that was almost 40". Traci..........well Traci. Everybody wants to know about Traci. She was just hitting her stride in those days. If Ginger was the reigning Queen, Traci was the Princess waiting in the wings looking to steal the crown. She was wearing a red tank top and white shorts that did nothing to hide one of the most impressive bodies that porn in the 80's ever saw. We all know now she was underage, of course. She fooled everybody with one of the best fake I.D.'s ever. Even the US government gave her a passport on the basis of the now infamous fake driver's license that said she was 19. She wasn't. When I met Traci Lords she was 17 years old and had been making adult videos for over a year. There's a lot of bad feeling towards Traci by those in the industry back in those days, and it's not surprising considering the amount of legal trouble that ensued for a whole lot of people once her true age got out. But that was all in the future. All I saw was a pale redhead with Farrah Fawcett Majors hair, a pretty face and a very curvaceous figure. I looked at those three models smiling at me knowingly while Marc made small talk, telling me some things about them......and my cock started lengthening against my thigh. That's when Mr. Gold Chain in the Purple "I Wanna Be John Travolta" shirt came up behind them and began brushing his way past. As I have mentioned before, this was a narrow room, so with the chairs and the counter, there was room enough for somebody to stand behind you as you got made up in one of the chairs, and that was about it. Linda's working on Kara's hair at the far end of the room, so this guy starts edging his way along. He blurts out "Hey Marc, what's happenin!" (Marc looks at me and rolls his eyes), manages to give Christy a full body frontal brush as he goes by (she turns her head away and grimaces), reaches out like he's losing his balance as he goes by Traci and gives her shapely left tit a BIG squeeze as he passes (Traci glares at him and he quickly lets go) and he fails to get any action from Ginger at all because at the last second she nimbly side steps him and give him a pretty good shove to help him on his way. Flushing a bit, he elbows his way past Darcy and catches my eye in the mirror as he goes past. You ever waited at the velvet rope outside a really hot club and see how the doorman looks at the dweebs that show up with their hats on backwards and their underwear showing? That clearly unimpressed "I'll have to die before you get in here!" kind of look? That's the look he gave me. Now I was REALLY gonna have a talk with this guy. He marches up to where Linda is still working on Kara's hair, his hands wide in an exaggerated 'Hey, what's going on here?!" pose. "She's not ready yet? What are you doing, listening to her life story or something?" Linda muttered something like "Back off, creep!" but I couldn't be sure. The guy looks at his watch and then puts his hands on his hips and actually taps his toe on the floor. "First this bitch wakes up late and now the make up is taking too long. Look babe," and here he addressed Kara, "I gotta take off. Give them a nice scene and I'll pick up up later." Kara look startled. "But you said......." He held up a hand, cutting her off with a glare. "Hey, hey, none of that. C'mon now, I worked hard getting you this shoot. Don't let me down! Something just came up across town with the dealership and I gotta go straighten it out. It's no problem. I'll be right here after 4 o'clock to pick you up." And with that he turned and edged his way out again, only this time Marc and the girls had exited the dressing room and were standing outside the door, so he didn't get any 'accidental' action. As he disappeared down the hallway, I heard Darcy mutter under her breath, "What a prick." "Asshole." That came from Christy. I stood up and turned to Marc as he re-entered the dressing room. He had an apologetic look on his face like he knew exactly what I was going to ask. "Who was that guy?" "He's an agent. Actually he's Kara's boyfriend, but I didn't know that when I signed them. He represented himself as her agent." "The prick runs a whole stable of girls," Traci informed me. "I don't think some of them know about the others. Kara certainly didn't." I turned to where the lithe brunette sat silently in her chair. "Then why is she still here?" I asked loudly, and she jumped and looked over at me piteously. I immediately felt like a bastard. I was pulling my polo shirt back on as Marc answered. "Because of the contract. She's under contract for 8 pictures and they've only done 6. Plus she's real popular with the fans. Some of her scenes have been really good." I could see Marc was rationalizing. "If she's only doing this because he's making her, and she didn't know about the other girls he was running, I'm not working with her." I told Marc that flat out. "And you should tear that contract up and kick his ass out of here." Marc held his hands out defensively. "Look, you're right and in a way I agree with you. But she says she needs the money, OK? I'm doing her a favor, even if it means he makes money too." I shook my head. "You know guys like that will end up with all the money in the end. He's just using her." Marc sighed. "You're new to the business Brad, and if you had been in it at long as I have, you know the best way out of a situation like this is to let the contract run it's course and then try to resign her without him being involved. If I break it things could get nasty. If you don't want to do any scenes with Kara, that's fine with me. We'll work something out. But this production today has already been cast and it's too late to bring in somebody else. There's 4 girls and 4 guys in this production, so we can work it out." I gave a defeated shrug. "All right. I'm new here like you said, and I don't want to rock the boat, but if I see something I don't like I am going to say so." Traci grinned and punched me on the arm. "Right on!" Marc tried to get things back on track. "Well, I'll take Brad over to the set while you girls get your make up on and introduce him to the crew." I followed Marc down the hallway, passing several ordinary looking type offices where people sat at desks and in cubicles. Then we passed through some double doors into a cool, very spacious warehouse, and all four corners of this huge room had enclosed sets, with another one in the middle. An enclosed set is a four walled room like structure that from the inside looks like a bedroom or an ordinary kitchen or what have you. The contents of each room was interchangeable, because walls could be removed. Need a bedroom that looks like it belongs to a teenage cheerleader for a sex scene between a model playing a cheerleader and her girlfriend's older dad? No problem. The set decorators will put a frilly, laced four poster bed in there, rock posters on the wall, a pink girl's dresser, girl's clothes in the closet, you name it they will think of it. Once that scene is over, now the next director needs a room belonging to a oil field worker who is going to get worked over by his boss' sexy wife. So the crew removes the wall, takes out the four poster bed, and in less than half an hour they will have transformed it from a teenage cheerleader's room into that of a oilfield redneck: girlie posters on the wall, clothes hanging out of a man's chest of drawers, a simple single bed, etc. Doing it this way was far cheaper and less time consuming than having to shoot on location, where you have to hire catering, move all your filming equipment, and usually rent the location from someone. I looked to where four different kinds of beds were set against one far wall, along with all kinds of different furniture and appliances. "We'll be using all four sets for the shoot today," Marc informed me as we headed for the furthest one, which had about 10 people grouped around it. "We hope to get all the interior shots done today and do the few exterior shots tomorrow out in a park over in Brentwood." "You ever have anybody ask what you're shooting?" I ventured, and he laughed. "We just say we're shooting an erotic film. Because it's true. I just never tell them it's a hardcore erotic film, that's all. Besides, many of the girls we're using now are so hot, many people don't really believe girls that pretty do adult video." He stopped just a few feet from the group standing around and clapped his hands. "Hey folks, gather around, meet our new guy." Everyone came over and stood there staring at me. If you have ever wondered what a adult video film crew looks like, let me clue you in: they look like your next door neighbors. Two guys were fat, three were thin, one was tall and four were short. Two were women, and eight were men. Marc quickly introduced me to everyone in one of those things where the names and handshakes come so fast there's no real way to keep track, but it's the polite thing to just keep nodding your head. "This is Brad Armstrong, our new male co-star. Brad, this Jay, he's our primary cameraman...........and Zack, our secondary cameraman..........Michael is the third camera man...............Diego is our boom mike guy..........Alex handles the lights and the electric stuff............John here is the director, he's been with us a long time.....Milton heads the set department and he's also our primary carpenter........Deidra there is the script supervisor...............and Amy is the set decorator who also handles costumes." I shook ten hands, mumbled stuff I don't remember, and we all stood around self-consciously for a second. Then Marc clapped his hand again. "Well are we ready for today's shots?" He looked at John and raised an eyebrow. John nodded. "We've just been going over a few last minute touches here, but basically we can shoot right now." No Holding Back "And do they all do facials like Lana did?" Arnie let out a short bark of a laugh, and then paused to shoot another shot of Jon's crotch rebounding off of Dana's buttocks before replying. "Unfortunately no. Some of them are notorious cum-dodgers. But others are into it. As a matter fact, the most popular of those girls are. You want to be most popular with the fans, you've gotta bring the guy off in your face. That's the future of the business." He turned and looked at me. "I'll make sure they only send over the best girls and that those are the ones that take the facials." Dana was riding Jon now, and the lights and their excitement had them both covered with sweat. Finally Dana climbed off of Jon and reclined between his legs, taking his urgently twitching organ in her mouth and beginning to prep him for the cumshot. "Ah.....AHHHH....I'm pretty close............!" Jon notified us as he watched with fascinated attention while the pretty blonde stroked and sucked away on his cock, concentrating her attention on the upper half. "Ok honey, take him out and hold him at your chin..." Arnie instructed, and with a smile, Dana did so, keeping her eyes fixed on Jon's face as she continued her pumping motions with her hand. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh......AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..........almost........almost there!" Jon groaned. Dana opened her mouth wide and began flicking her tongue against the upper underside of his cock when her hand was moving downward. "Tilt your head back just a little bit, honey, OK?" Arnie said as his camera snapped away. Dana grinned and tilted her head back, her hand and her tongue never ceasing in their motions. "OK Jon, whenever you're ready, buddy!" After a long second, Jon threw his head back and went "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" and a huge burst of semen exploded up from the little round hole in the helmet-shaped top of his prick and splattered wetly against Dana's curly blonde bangs, It hung up in her hair and fell down wetly to land on to her hand just as Jon cried out again and another huge geyser spurted up out of him. This one was parallel to Dana's face and hung in the air for a majestic moment before falling down to land on Jon's stomach with a 'splat!' His next spurt hit Dana on the left cheek; the one after that glanced off her chin and the one after that ricocheted off of her nose. Finally Jon was done and lay on the bed, shuddering and writhering as Dana continued to stroke and lick his now well-emptied cock. "That was great!" Arnie enthused as he continued snapping away with the camera. "Two awesome cumshots in one day. Vivid is gonna pay me top dollar for this stuff, kids!" "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, you're welcome!" Jon groaned as Dana took his cock back into her mouth and sucked him hard, making sure she'd gotten every last drop. Jon and Dana got cleaned up and then Arnie locked up for the day, saying he wanted to hurry and get the film to the lab for developing so he could have it back to show the Vivid executives tomorrow afternoon. We all waved goodbye and then I went back to my car and drove to the bank and cashed my check. As the teller handed me the money, I had another mental picture of Lana laughing and giggling as my semen splattered powerfully into her face. The next morning I went into the store where I worked and quit my job and never looked back. By the end of that first month, Arnie had set me up in 5 photo shoots, and in that studio I sprayed my semen into the faces of 5 more pretty girls, all of whom were amazed at how hard I came and how much semen I spurted. You have to remember, Peter North was just breaking into the business at the same time with a different company, so these girls had never seen a guy do that. I learned from Lana, when I worked with her again the next month in a shoot where I played a cowboy and she was sexy Indian, that many of the girls at Vivid were competing to work with me after hearing Lana and the girls I'd already worked with rave about me. I rewarded Lana for her cheerleading duties by plastering her with an even bigger facial than I had the first time; maybe it was the sexy indian feathers in her hair. I was on top of the world. I had just made more money in one month than I ever had before, plus having sex really hot women who were a true delight to work with. All have retired by now, of course. Lana is now married and lives in Van Nuys as a homemaker, but we still send each other emails reminiscing about the 'good old days'. One of the facials I gave her, in a film we would make in 1985 for Vivid called "The Big One" won the AVN award for Best Cumshot of the Year, and I would joke with her later that she made me cum so hard I hurt myself. I worked with lithe brunettes, buxom blondes, tanned redheads, even an exotic Asian girl that had an out of this world ass. I had had good sex in high school, making it with some pretty cheerleaders, and in my brief stay in college I had still had enough time to sample the charms of some of the hot co-eds. But nothing prepared me for the kind of women I was getting it on with now. They were all not only gorgeous, they were highly skilled. I would show up the studio for the shoot, often in the morning, meet the model I was working with, get some makeup put on, maybe dress in a costume if necessary, then have sex with the girl, end things with a splattering facial, get my check,and head out and often it wasn't even noon yet. So my first 3 months in the business were very idyllic. I essentially worked for half a day and spent the rest of my time working out at the health club or at the beach. The only thing that was a problem was remembering to save up for the shoots. Arnie warned me if I had too much 'off the reservation' sex the cumshots would be less dramatic and plentiful, so normally I didn't go out of my way looking for girls to pick up. When I did bring a hot girl back to my apartment from the beach or the gym, I made it a point to only orgasm once, at the most,twice, and spent most of my time focusing on their pleasure rather than my own. I had moved out of my rathole apartment by then, into a very nice place close to the studio, and also to where many of the top adult video production companies have their offices - Van Nuys Boulevard. Vivid was just down the road and VCA wasn't much further down. I was making a name for myself in the industry. By the end of my third month, I'd done about 20 photo shoots and worked with 15 or so different models. While doing a shoot with a buxom raven-haired model named Janette Littledove, where I sprayed out one of my most impressive efforts yet, virtually innundating the American Indian beauty's face with a rampaging tidal wave of hot semen, I happened to look over Janette's head to where a simply stunning blonde girl had materialized behind Arnie as he snapped away. She was small, only around 5'2, with curly blond hair and cat-green eyes and our eyes locked together and I let out a heartfelt groan and Janette, who thought my orgasm was mostly over, let out a surprised gasp as my cock jerked in her hands and sent one last, powerful spurt out of itself, which hit her right on the forehead. I was writhering around on the bed now, throwing my head from side to side as Janette continued to stroke away on my spasming cock. When I looked up again the sexy blonde was grinning from ear to ear, standing with her hands folded over her chest. Behind her was a man in a business suit with a bristling mustache and grey at his temples. I looked down to where Janette was gazing up at me in adoration as she took my penis back into her mouth while my semen dribbled from her chin, nose and forehead and let my head fall back to the pillow and closed my eyes, savoring the moment. When Arnie thought he had enough shots, he said "OK people, let's get cleaned up now." Then he turned around and I saw him start at the sight of the blonde and her friend. "Oh hey, Ginger. And Mark! I wasn't expecting you guys until tomorrow! How's it going!" Janette gave my cock a last lingering lick and then sat up, reaching out to take hold of the towel which Arnie's assistant, Rob, held out to here. The girl called Ginger stepped around Arnie and appraised the naked model on the bed. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of just how much semen was sticking to Janette's face. "Hold on, Janette, don't wipe it off yet!" she said urgently, then turned to the man in the business suit. "Marc, come over here and look at this! It's unbelievable!" Janette demurely dropped the towel and turned to face Marc, holding her face up to the light and looking at him, a smile playing at her lips as he drank in the sight. Marc let out a low whistle. "Impressive. Quite a sight. And I hope you got good shots of that, Arnie." "Hey, don't worry, I got it all right here!" Arnie said proudly, holding up the camera. "Here, let me help," Ginger said, stepping forward and taking the towel from Janette. "This guy plastered you so good I don't think you could get it all yourself. As Ginger helped Janette wipe all my semen from her face, Marc walked over to where I had sat up on the bed and had just put my feet on the floor. "Hi, I'm Marc Richards, the president of Vivid Video." he said, and stuck out his hand. For the first time in adult career, I got self-conscious. Arnie always wore a t-shirt and shorts and flip flops, and all the other staff dressed casually too, so having this impeccably groomed man standing there in a business suit reinforced the fact that I was buck naked. I took his hand and shook it. "Hi, pleased to meet you. I'm Brad Armstrong." I was very aware of how the shaking motion of our hands made my still-deflating dick swing in the air. He laughed, sensing my discomfort and winked. "Listen, I'd like to talk to you and Arnie about some business once you're dressed. Let's meet in the office." I went back into the dressing room, showered, then put on my street clothes. Janette was waiting for me in the hallway outside. She pressed a piece of paper into my hand and kissed me on the mouth. "If you ever need somebody to empty that big dick of yours off the clock, you give me a call, you hear?" Then she turned and left, and I watched the way her magnificent buttocks churned through her skirt. Arnie, Ginger and Marc were seated at the table in the office when I came in. They all rose to their feet, and Marc gestured to the pretty blonde. "Brad, this is Ginger Lynn, she's our top contract model at Vivid." I shook her hand and liked how her eyes sparkled at me. We all sat and Marc continued. "Brad, I've been following your progress her at Arnie's studio, and we are very impressed with the work you guys are doing with our models. I feel it's time to move you up to the next level - video." Ginger spoke up. "All the girls have been coming back and saying there's this great guy at Arnie's studio. They're even calling you the 'Perfect Stud'! So that made me curious." Marc took a stack of photos out of his brief case and spread them out on the table top. They were all of cumshots I had done in the last 3 months with the other Vivid models. "I think Arnie has discussed this with you Brad, but we at Vivid know the cumshot is the highlight of any sex scene, and we are always on the lookout for new male talent that can deliver a great cumshot, and that's what we think we've found in you. Now our company is about to up the budget of a lot of it's productions. Most videos in the past we've spent about $4,000-6,000 producing them. In a few weeks, Vivid is going to shoot it's first $25,000 picture. Before we spend that kind of money though, we have to know that the sex is going to be hot." He leaned back in his chair and shrugged. "And quite frankly, some of the guys we have been using are not getting the job done. They are coming in pale, hard to light, their dicks are too small and the cameramen have to work to pick up any trace of the cumshot at all." Ginger giggled. "Not with Jon, they don't. With Jon they have to stand back!" Everybody chuckled and Marc nodded. "Yeah, Jon is a new guy who's going to work out fine. Also, there's a guy from Canada they're bringing down next month that is supposed to give a spectacular cumshot. In the mean while, I have had to let some of our regular studs know we don't have any more work for them. With the kind of films we want to make, we need to go in a different direction from the East Coast guys." "Right!" Arnie chimed in. "They use stick thin broads that are streetwalkers, but our girls are real MODELS!" He smiled at Ginger ans she blushed and looked demurely down. Marc nodded himself. "That's right, and so we can't really use the same guys we've been using. Gorgeous women like Ginger here need to be seen on camera with a guy who is equally attractive and who obviously can turn her on." I arched my eyebrow at that one and turned to Ginger. "Gee, do I turn you on, Ginger?" She grinned. "Like a lightbulb, fella! I almost came in my jeans when I came through the door and saw you popping off in Janette's face like that! I heard the girl's talking and saw some photo's, but in person you look ten times as hot!" I made a show of swallowing hard. "Well......you don't look so bad yourself." We all chuckled again, and then Marc went on. "Vivid plans to launch new productions costing two to three times as much as our former product, and to do that we need a new generation of stud's who can 'match up' well with our models. Ginger here has been pestering me for the past two weeks to hurry up and get you signed so she can work with you, so here's a contract for 5 pictures, $500 each video plus $40 a day spending money. Of course, due to the exclusive nature of the contract, you have to agree not to work for any of our competitors." "And the best thing of all!" Ginger said, leaning forward and smiling at me sexily, "is that you and I get to work together in each of the videos!" Marc pushed the contract toward me and picked up the pen Arnie shoved across the table to me and signed it. Ginger practically clapped her hands in glee as Marc picked up the contract, stuffed it in his briefcase, and then scooped up the pictures and put them inside it as well. Snapping the lid shut, he held out his hand as he rose to his feet. "Welcome to Vivid Video, Brad. We're glad to have you aboard." "I'm honored." I said, returning his handshake. Then Arnie clapped me on the back. "The moment I saw this kid's pics I knew he was gonna be a star." Ginger gave me a hug and then looked up playfully into my face. "Marc may be glad to have you aboard, but he's not nearly as glad as I'M going to be!" On the way out the front door with Ginger, Marc paused and turned back. "Just wanted to let you fellows know, it slipped my mind." He dug his hands into his jacket pocket and pulled out a manila envelope. "We sold those photo sets you've been shooting the past couple of months yesterday to the Private Media Group, and they wanted them so bad a bidding war developed. We got 3 times what we were looking for, so I want to give you fellows a bonus. Here's $500 for each of you. Brad, we'll need you at our production studios two weeks from today, on the 14th of July. See you then." After thanking him profusively, we closed the door behind him and watched him drive away with Ginger in a red convertible. Then Arnie and I high-fived each other and danced around the the room. "The Show!" he crowed, "You're going the Show, my man. And in case you don't know, Ginger Lynn is THE hottest model in the business right now. There are guys that would give their right arm to work with her. And she just waltzed in here and PICKED you. For FIVE pictures!" "We're still on for Friday morning, right?" I asked. I had one more shoot scheduled with Arnie, and didn't know how the contract with Vivid would affect that. It was going to be with a spectacularly hot brunette model I hadn't worked with yet and I was looking forward to it. "Oh sure!" Arnie said. "It's all set." Just then the door opened up and models came in for Arnie's afternoon shoot, so I headed out to my apartment in my brand new Ford Mustang. On the way there, I had a thought and turned around and headed to a nearby adult video store. I went in and asked the clerk, "Do you have any videos with Ginger Lynn in them?" The guy rolled his eyes. "Do we HAVE any?" He walked to one of the racks and said, "Take your pick, buddy, she's only in about 20 of them here." He walked back as I scanned the videos on the shelf. She was on every single box cover, and she looked scalding hot. I picked out the 3 hottest looking ones and rented them, headed to my apartment and watched them. Ten minutes into the the first one I ripped off my jeans and was whacking off like a maniac during Ginger's first sex scene. The girl was like a wild animal and she was a wonder to behold. I watched all 3, came twice (I really messed up my kitchen towel) then the next morning watched them again and came again. Finally I had to take the videos back and make myself not rent anymore. I had to start saving up for Friday's shoot with Natasha Davis, but I was worried. So far in my career, I hadn't had the control problems that some other studs did, where the girl was too hot and they got too excited and blew their loads before the girl or the director was ready for the cumshot. Watching Ginger made me wonder for the first time if I had at last met a girl who could heat me up to the point I would lose control. That Friday morning, as I lied on the bed in Arnie's studio, covered in sweat and shuddering and shaking through another intense orgasm as my semen flew up into Natasha's pretty face, I found myself wondering if I was really ready to move up to the 'big time', as Arnie called it. As I stared down at my semen splattering against Ms. Davis' tanned face, I pondered if it would be safer just to call up Marc and cancel the contract and just stay here and work with Arnie doing photo shoots. I shuddered as Natasha deepthroated me once my orgasm was done, and let my head drop to the pillow and gazed up at the ceiling. That would be playing it safe, I thought, groaning as the model sucked sweetly away on my weakly spasming organ. But had I ever played it safe? Was I afraid of failure? Football had taught me that taking risks garnered rewards as well as pitfalls. Right then I put my reservations aside, as my cock made another trip down Natasha's throat, and Arnie was going 'Great shot, babe, great shot, don't stop!'. While Natasha was toweling her face off, I pulled Arnie aside as he reloaded his camera. "Arnie, thanks for everything man. I want you to know if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask. You get stuck without a guy for a shoot, you need somebody to hold the light meter, don't wait to call me." "You're on your way, man!" he bellowed, giving me a hug and a clap on the back. Natasha threw the cumstained towel onto the bed and gave me a hug as well. "Don't you forget all us little people once you land in the big time, honey!" Then she kissed me on the cheek and swatted me on the ass and headed for the dressing room. "We got some terrific shots of that action!" Arnie told me. "Marc wants to keep the money coming for the magazine layouts he's selling in Europe, so I'm sure you're gonna wind up back here once a month or so to work in a photo shoot. You're just gonna be real busy doing other stuff too." I left the studio feeling relieved and went down to the beach for a run. As I worked myself up to a good sweat, I took stock of my life so far. I was a top male model in photo shoots about to break into video. I had $2000 in savings in the bank, a new car, a very nice apartment, and a very active sex life. No Holding Back I laughed as I considered the fact that just a year ago my vision had been to play NFL football, with college at UCLA being my stepping stone to the pros. I was now making my living as a very different kind of 'athlete'. How could I have known that I'd be living off my penis, and living well at that? Covered in sweat I ran back to my car and found a gorgeous tanned babe with long, flowing raven-black hair wearing a tiny string bikini leaning against my Mustang. She had long, unbelievable shapely legs, and the top she wore looked like it was about to burst open, so big were the fleshy mounds inside it. She smiled at me. "I've been watching you. You're the hottest guy I've ever seen." "Well, that's direct." I said, coming up to her and drinking her in with my eyes. My cock was already elongating inside my shorts. "What's an incredible babe like you doing at the beach by yourself?" She laughed. "I didn't come by myself. I came with........a guy. But he turned out to be a total dick. So I told him I'd make my own way home." "Where do you live?" I asked, coming closer, trying not to drop my eyes too noticeably to look at the fantastic cleavage in front of me. "San Capistrano. But you can't take me there yet." I moved a little closer, one hand going onto her arm. "And why is that, may I ask?" She moved into me then, pressing herself against me and her eyes flashed boldly up at mine. "Because you're taking me to your place first and I'm gonna screw the shit out of you." My hands came around her and grasped the curves of her perfectly tanned ass and urged up even closer to me. Her eyes widened as she felt my erection through my shorts. "Well...........I've never been one to turn down a pretty lady. Before we go any further, I'm Brad." "I'm Desiree." We shared a passionate kiss, and it was fantastic. I broke away from her and opened the Mustang's door for her. "Get your shapely ass in there before I ravish you here right in the parking lot." She climbed in, I got in, turned the motor over, and peeled out of the beach parking lot headed for my apartment 3 miles away. "You're a real bold girl." I told her as she snuggled up to me and put her hand in my lap, tracing out the contours of my now urgently throbbing erection. Despite the fact that I had just hurled a load up into Natasha Davis' face less than 2 hours before, my organ was ready and raring to go. "Well, when I see a good lookin' guy with muscles like Arnold Schwarzengger pull up in a hot car, then go running up and down the beach with all those hard muscles flexing.....I get so wet I can't stand it." Five minutes later she was stark naked on her back on my living room carpet and we both let out long, drawn out groans as I sank my twitching cock's full length into her. Due to my recent orgasm from working with Natasha, my biological urges weren't that great........so I spent the next 20 minutes turning this gorgeous girl into a wildly gyrating and wailing wildcat as I fucked her with complete abandon. After she had orgasmed thunderously for the 3rd time, I finally ground myself into her.......and let go, stiffening up with a gasp as my big cock blew apart inside of her, salvoing out it's hot load against the silken walls of her womb. As I collapsed on top of the sighing, giggling girl, I realized that if my next job was a week away with Vivid Video, there was no reason for me to hold back now. I kissed the girl beneath and said, "Baby, you didn't know it, but you just hit the jackpot. You're not getting home this entire weekend, because I'm gonna keep you here and make you my personal love slave." Desiree grinned up at me. "You say that like it's an ominous fate. After the fuck you just gave me, what makes you think I WANT to go home?" By the time Monday morning rolled around and I drove Desiree home at last, my cock must have gone off 9 times. I made damn sure I got her phone number, and when I promised to keep in touch, I was NOT kidding. She was gorgeous and as we spent time together that weekend between our intense sex-bouts I was impressed by her bold, funny personality. I told her what I did for a living, of course. She smacked her head with her hand and said, "Well that makes sense!" She wasn't really that curious about my business, being far more interested in my football days and what my interests were. She worked as a aerobics instructor at a high class spa in the Valley, which explained why she was in such spectacular shape. She was also a personal fitness instructor, with some pretty pricey clientele, so she was making a very comfortable living. With Aerobics classes in the afternoon and 5 or 6 personal house calls a week, like me she had a lot of free time on her hands. And when horny young people have a lot of free time on their hands........look out! She loved to fuck, and I loved to fuck, so we were made for each other. As I watched Desiree's glorious backside ascend the stairs to her apartment, I turned back to my car and climbed in, knowing I was going to make a regular thing out of seeing her. The 14th of July was a Friday. That meant I had five days to get ready for the video shoot this coming weekend. I went to the gym and had some hard workouts and kept running at the beach every morning. Some really good looking women kept trying to catch my eye, but I didn't let it get past the flirting level. I ate a very careful diet too; making sure to eat a lot of pumpkin seeds and drink lots of protein shakes. I had learned through trial and error what kind of diet made my semen thick and white and what things made it clear and runny. I actually went out to UCLA and talked to a professor in the human anatomy department what made up semen and affected it's properties. He referred me to a professor of Sexology, and yes, there is such a thing. It was a not-bad looking female professor, who was very helpful in giving me information on how the male penis functioned, how it stored it's semen, the process of ejaculation and how to strengthen it. She thought it was funny when I told her why I was researching the subject. Still, she was very helpful. The first thing she told me was drink plenty of water. A dehydrated man will not orgasm as intensely or have as much semen to spurt because his body is using it's available water for more important things. Secondly, she said the muscles in the penis must be strong and healthy, and showed me some Kegel like exercises I could do. Since the orgasm is a series of muscular contractions that cause the expulsion of semen, the stronger those muscles contract, the more semen will be expelled and the harder it will be spurted out. Thirdly is circulation. Somebody with poor cardiovascular fitness is not going to achieve very hard erections, and since the more freely the blood flowed through the penis, the greater it's tension could become, and hence the more powerful it's orgasm. If your circulation is sluggish, you're going to have a hard time keeping it up, much less getting it off hard. Then there was diet. The body needs to have a proper nutrient balance for the optimum production of semen. A nutritionally deficient body would use what nutrients it has available for important body systems, like respiration and circulation. The reproductive glands are low down on the totem pole, so if you aren't getting enough nutrients, by the time it's your dick's turn to get it's share they're all gone. After discussing my lifestyle, the sexologist told me she knew why my ejaculations were so spectacular. I was in great physical shape, more so than about 95% of the male population. I ate a very high protein diet, I drank lots of water, and always took vitamin and mineral supplements. Giving me a program to follow to help maintain my present level of semen production, and maybe even increase it, she wished me....luck. I started doing the exercises every morning upon rising,and it made sense to me. If I was going to make a living with my cock, I would work it out just like I did the rest of my body. By the time Friday morning rolled around, I knew I was ready. I rose, did my exercises, and noted how I could move my erect penis around a little more than I could on Monday. I climbed into my Mustang and headed off for Vivid's offices, ready for whatever awaited.