Daze in the Valley
Copyright© 2010 by Jay Cantrell
Drama Sex Story: Foreword - Adam Walters is a 19-year-old farm boy going to college in the big city. Reeling from the deaths of his parents and struggling with the financial hardship those deaths bring, he takes the advice of a friend and enters the porn world. With the aid of his pals - and some exceptional young women - Adam helps to transform a business known for wicked excess and questionable integrity into a stable, profitable enterprise. Note: Codes represent only physical acts between main characters
I pondered for a few days at the beginning of this tale about where to include the information I'm about to share. I considered a blog posting, but those tend to get lost quickly. I considered an end note but it appears from the e-mail I receive that a lot of people skim over the yellow areas. I finally settled on an author's note.
First, standard disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction. No characters contained herein are based, in whole or in part, on any person, living or dead. Any resemblance is coincidental. They are purely subjects of my imagination. This work of fiction may not be posted on any other site or reproduced in any fashion without the written consent of the author.
Now, some admissions.
I admit I do not know how the adult entertainment industry works. Outside of tipping a few singles here and there at the curiously named "gentlemen's clubs," and posting stories at this adult-oriented Web site, I have never participated in the industry. Just as I do not know for certain how the water in the river ends up as ice in my refrigerator, I'm not certain how the porn on my computer evolved (and like the ice, I'm pretty sure I do not want to know). I only know it is there when I want it and I am thankful. I bring this up in the vain attempt to stem the tide of e-mails from people wishing to enlighten me or wishing to point out that the way I have portrayed things is far different from reality. To the first group, let me just say I am not interested in enlightenment on the subject (it scares me); to the second, I know it is not reality – I just told you two paragraphs earlier it is fiction. Let's focus, people.
I admit I do not know how Actor A and Actress B are hired to fit Tab C into Slot D by Company X. For all I know there is a lottery system to decide who gets to diddle with whom. This is not a biography and it is very likely that I am completely off base. The way I portrayed worked best for the story. And since the main characters get to have a lot of hot sex, they all seem OK with how I hired them.
I admit that I do not know if the way Adam Walters gets into the business is even remotely possible, let alone feasible. It seemed reasonable to me – and since I was the one at the keyboard and thus in control of Adam's life – it seemed reasonable to him. At least he hasn't complained about it. But he's getting laid a lot, so why would he?
I admit that I do not know how much actors and actress in the adult entertainment industry are paid or even how they are paid (i.e. cash, check, money order, Western Union, barter or promise of future services). I picked numbers that seemed workable to me and went with it. Thankfully, the expenses of fictional characters are minimal and no one has hit me up for a raise or held out for a bigger paycheck.
I admit that I do not know if actors and actress and the crews at the shoots are members of a union or guild. The story worked best if they weren't, so they aren't. Besides, I'm too cheap to pay scale and my fictional workers don't need to send their damned kids to private school (or even to buy food for them).
I admit that, although the characters are fictitious, some of the Web sites I use are patterned after ones that actually exist (as frightening as that might seem when you get there). I do not know the individual proprietors involved in the real Web sites and I used the most egregious examples as a microcosm to illustrate the whole. It is not an indictment of the industry in general or of the Web sites in specific (I will leave those indictments to the zealots and to the state of Florida).
I admit that I have looked at pornographic materials and I likely will look at them again (unless I am struck blind moments after posting this story; then I'll just listen to them). The specific sexual actions mentioned in this work of fiction are real. The motivations portrayed in the story are not real. To the best of my knowledge, I have spoken to no one who presently works in or previously has worked in this business. I am certain that there are actors, producers and agents who are kind to children, animals and old people. What is portrayed is my impression and my interpretation of the underlying factors behind their on-screen actions and the products they produce. It is not intended to be taken as a psychological profile of those who work in the industry or those who enjoy the fruits of their labors (yes, I mean you, perv).
I admit – despite what the story might suggest – I am not opposed to internet piracy or file-sharing in the least. It simply gave me something to move the story ahead. I have perhaps 5,000 things I've written allegedly protected by copyright. Some copyrights are held by my former employers, some solely by me and some are shared. I have probably had those copyrights violated 5,000 times, too, particularly in the past dozen years since newspapers have moved to Web archiving. My stories have appeared, without credit or compensation, on professed cumulative "news sites" and blogs. Portions of published works have been used on Web-based poetry sites and other sites I've never heard of. People have taken sections of my work and included them in their own without attribution – or payment. Because I worked in the print industry there is no recourse for those violations. As recently as 6 months ago, a premise I offered in my master's thesis – and published more than a dozen years ago – appeared on a blog site. The premise has since been refuted by far-more respected historians than I can claim to be and it was taken wholly out of context. I demanded the blogger remove the offending text (which was used with no citation at all, thank God, save the name of the journal in which it appeared) or to use the entire paragraph for clarity and to note it had since been proven inaccurate. Because the blogger is from another country, I received a flying 'fuck you very much.' I do not have RIAA or the movie industry to back me up, so about all I can do is what the blogger suggested. Hence, because my copyrights are not respected, I feel little need to respect others. I know, it's petty but, just like free beer is at the top of the beer pyramid, so too are free porn and free music atop their respective triangles.
I admit I am not an IT guy and I have no idea if the way the character uses to end piracy and file sharing will work. In fact, I would be amazingly surprised if even a small portion of it is accurate, let alone feasible. Please, please, please do not write to me to let me know how impossible my suggestions are or to attempt to give me lessons on why it couldn't possibly work that way. I would prefer you simply shake your head sadly at me (as so many others do) and let me live in ignorance (as so many others do).
Despite this author's note, I will get several e-mails from well-meaning but misguided readers. I know they are well-meaning because their comments are, in general, reasonable and are intended to help make the story better. They are misguided because (see Paragraph 3 of this note) it won't matter. I had to fudge things (such as the way disease testing is handled) to move the story along, the same way I fudge or distort things in almost everything I write to make it interesting (or at least readable – semi-readable – OK, I'll settle for passably readable).
So, if you work in the adult entertainment industry and you find yourself offended by something I've written, please accept my apology in advance. If you work in the adult entertainment industry and want to hire me to write scripts for you (and pay me lots of money – real money, by the way, my children are not fictional and they like to eat), my e-mail address is at the end of the last chapter posted.
To those of you who just are reading to pass the time, I hope you enjoy what I've offered.
Jay Cantrell, 8-23-2010