Chapter 2

I was leaning against the garden wall the following day when Toni pulled up in her car. I got into the passenger seat, and she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. That shocked me, but hey, perhaps for these arty types, this was normal. She tasted of cheap fags, strawberry lipstick, and coffee.

She pulled the car into traffic and headed out of town.

“Good morning, Zak; did you sleep well?” she asked as she drove along.

“Yes, I did. Thanks. How about you?” I replied.

“Yes, it’s all good, thanks, and I have been very busy this morning,” she said. “Our first stop is the sexual health clinic, and then we have a booking at the barbers!”

“Okay ... the sexual health clinic,” I said, trying not to show just how nervous I was.

“I called them first thing and made you an appointment,” she said as she overtook a bus on the wrong side of the road.

Her driving was not the best I have ever experienced; she did not seem to take much notice of the speed limits or traffic lanes. Other cars and pedestrians seemed to be things she did not worry about either.

She glanced over at me, and she must have sensed how nervous I actually was.

“It’s going to be cool, trust me!” she said, sliding a hand onto my thigh. It was only a twenty-five-minute drive before she pulled into the car park of what could have been any old business.

She led me through the door; it had no sign to tell people what it was. I guess advertising you were a sexual health clinic did not impress the neighbours.

There was a waiting area with seats around the walls. A white-coated female receptionist was behind a desk, and Toni told me to check-in. The room was sterile and had that medical smell, sort of carbolic and bleachy.

When I checked in, the receptionist gave me a card with a number. I paid the fee in cash and received a receipt. Then I went and sat next to Toni.

There were posters on the wall with worrying slogans and disturbing pictures. There were also baskets on a table that were full of condoms, and several times, some dodgy-looking women came in and filled their pockets and handbags.

Around a dozen other people were in the room, mostly women but also some men. The women seemed comfortable with the surroundings, but the guys were all studying their shoes and avoiding eye contact with anyone else. You could sense they were nervous.

Toni seemed to know some of the women, and they soon started chatting. I grabbed two plastic cups of water and offered one to Toni. She kept talking, so I picked up a magazine and tried to read it, but everyone else in the room could see the pages shaking as my nerves got the better of me.

I had never had a sexual health check before and was worried about what was going to happen, to be honest. In the army, they had worried us with stories of giant umbrellas being poked down the shaft of your cock.

The numbers were called out one by one, and people left the waiting room. It was not long before Toni and I were the only ones left in the room. She looked at me and smiled.

“So, were they all friends of yours?” I asked once we were alone.

“Yes, two of them have been in movies; the others were hookers,” she said calmly.

“Okay,” I replied. A little bit shocked.

Then I thought about the women in the room; I almost asked which was which, as a couple of them had given me subtle winks and smiles.

“They would be here for certificates for either appearing in films or if they go to swingers’ clubs,” she told me as if it was an everyday occurrence. I guess if you are in that world, things like this are just second nature.

“And the certificate proves I am free from the clap?” I said, and she laughed.

“The clap?” she asked with a little giggle.

“Sorry, I guess it’s an old army term for an STD,” I said with a smile, and she smiled back at me. She had a cute smile.

“So, the certificate is like your passport to do bareback movies,” she said, “and bareback is what our customers prefer; it looks more natural, plus we don’t have to stop mid-movie for you to change to a new rubber,”

“Okay, that makes sense, I guess,” I replied and looked around the room. I guess I was still a little bit nervous and a little bit green when it came to porn movies.

“We ask all our actors to have them, and when you sign up for a film, you will be asked for them,” she said.

She talked like a seasoned pro, which made me wonder how old she was and how long she had been in the industry. Another thought popped into my head: Had she ever appeared in a movie?

I bet there was a market for birds with big tits and big bums. The term BBW was not one that was banded about at the time. These days most porn websites have categories for such birds, and there are even websites that specialise in them.

“Okay, cool,” I said.

She slipped her hand into mine and gave me a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay; it won’t hurt,” she said. At the same time, a nurse came into the room and called my number. My heart started to race, and I felt a bead of sweat on my forehead.

The check was okay, to be fair; the nurse asked a few very personal questions about my sexual experience and took some blood samples and some swabs from my around cock, balls, and arsehole. It was not in any way as painful as my old sergeant major told us it would be.

Then she had a good look at my arse, cock, balls, and groin. She said that visually, I looked as clean as a whistle.

She told me that the results of the blood tests and swabs took two to three days to come back, so the certificate would be posted to me later that week.

After the test, Toni drove us into town and parked up before leading me toward a Greek barber’s shop. The place was empty, and a guy called Stavros gave me a short back and sides. As he cut my hair, he chatted to Toni. He seemed to know her well, and I wondered if she brought all of Sally’s male stars here.

After the haircut, Toni drove us to the studio. She opened the door and turned off the alarm. She led us into the kitchen, where I made coffee for us both while she checked the morning’s post and the answering machine messages. It was very businesslike.

“So, tell me more about filming and prep days,” I said as she sat down opposite me.

I was eager to learn all about the industry. The money Sally had talked about seemed brilliant, and let’s face it, getting paid to shag a few fit birds was a dream come true for most blokes. I was still a little bit nervous, but I decided to give it one hundred percent.

“Well, the filming days are easy,” she said and sipped her coffee, “We meet up and have breakfast; there is a meeting for the cast to discuss dos and don’ts and to discuss the film; there is no script as such. We just have a scenario, and we work with it.”

“A scenario?” I asked. (I look back now, and I am amazed at how naive I was at the time)

“Yes, so it might be the maid and the hotel guest, the horny nurse and patient, or the naughty aunty and nephew,” she giggled, “Aunty and nephew films are very popular, as are massage films and hooker films,”

“Massage and hook?” I said with a shake of my head.

“Yes, I think that many men would like to try a hooker or go for a naughty massage!” she smiled, “But they don’t have the balls, so buying the movie is the next best thing!”

“Wow, I had not thought about that,” I replied.

“I think most of the films that we make are about things which guys wished had happened to them!” she smiled.

“That makes sense, I guess!” I said.

“Well, we sell plenty of them, so it must be working!” she exclaimed.

“And how long do we film for?” I asked.

“We do what is known in the trade as’ shorts,’ our films only last half an hour or so, so there is no need for a lot of dialogue.”

“Half an hour?” I asked. My head thought about one of my favourite comedians and his famous half-hour show.

“Yes, we do mainly half-hour films. Sally will re-edit some and release a longer version as well, but mainly, they are half-hour films,” She told me.” And there are no lines laid out in advance.”

“That is good. I would hate to have to learn any lines,” I said with a grin.

“Trust me, the guys that watch these films are not looking for in-depth dialogue!” she giggled, “they want to see guys like them shagging tasty birds!”

“And we film for half an hour?” I asked.

“No, we film for about two hours, then Sally edits it down to a thirty-minute movie,” she said, “If there is enough footage for a longer movie, she will cut that as well, which is good as you make double the royalties!”

“And who decides what films we make?” I asked.

“Sally talks to the distributors to see what they are looking for, and we get some feedback from the guys who buy the videos,” she explained, “She decides on the scenario and picks the female stars that would work best in that scenario,”

“Okay, and then, what happens?” I asked, sipping my coffee.

“You will meet the lady or ladies involved, payments are agreed, there is a contract to sign, and certificates are checked,” she told me.

She sipped her coffee again; I reached for mine and sipped some down.

“Then we dress you and do the makeup and then for you, it’s fun time!” she smiled.

“But what if I don’t fancy the other lady?” I asked, and it was a genuine worry for me.

“It’s cool we send pictures of you to them and them to you, if you don’t like them or they don’t like you we don’t do the film” she told me, “And that reminds me we need to get some pictures done today!”

“So, I don’t have to shag just anyone?” I asked; the idea of shagging a monster, even for money, did not appeal to me.

“No not at all, both parties have to agree to work together,” she said with a wink, “you get sent their file and they get sent yours, any doubts just say no.”

“Okay, and what are prep days?” I asked. Ever since Sally mentioned prep days, my mind has been working overtime. How do you prepare for a porn movie?

“Oh, of course, you have not been upstairs yet,” Toni said, “Come on, let me show you where we make the magic happen.”

We both finished our drinks and then she led me up the stairs, there were six wooden ‘rooms’ set out along one side of the building. They were all three-sided so that the cameras could film into them. There were also two dressing rooms, complete with toilets and showers as well as seats and mirrors for doing makeup.

“We do the set building on the prep days,” she said as she led me along the rooms.

There was a sitting room, which she told me was doubled as an office, a kitchen, two bedrooms, and a bathroom with a huge bath and walk-in shower. Toni told me they were fully working. The other room was full of clutter, spare furniture, and the like.

“Wow, look at all this stuff!” I exclaimed.

“We never throw anything away; it all gets recycled at some point!” she told me.

Then she showed me the loft space that was full of spare furniture and storage boxes. There were racks of clothes and boxes of kit.

“So, Sally will tell us what’s needed, and we try to decorate the set to match the movie and the scenario,” she said with a grin. “We try to make it look natural if that makes sense.”

“So, who does that?” I asked, intrigued.

“Mandy and I do most of the work, but we are always looking for extra help,” she said, and then she led me back down the stairs.

Downstairs there were a couple of offices, a canteen, a kitchen and a room with a washer, dryer, and a couple of ironing boards. There was a ladies and a gent’s toilet and a few storage cupboards.

Then she took me into the studio we had filmed in, she told me it was used for the odd movie and for casting shots, like the one I had done.

“So, Zak, do you fancy a few days setting up?” Toni asked after she had given me the grand tour.

“That sounds good to me!” I said.

To be fair, fifty pounds a day was a small fortune back then. I did not have any offers of work on the horizon, so it was a no-brainer for me.

“Right, my lad. How about we get some shots for your portfolio?” she said with a cheeky grin.

She led me into one of the downstairs rooms that had been set up as a photo and editing studio. She flicked on some lights and inserted a film into a professional-looking camera on a tripod.

Also, along one wall was a professional-looking set-up that Toni told me was where Sally did the editing and mastering of the films. I sort of guess what editing entailed, but I had no idea what mastering was. I made a mental note to ask about it later.

“Right, we will do clothed and some unclothed shots,” she said. I noticed she bit her lower lip as she said it.

She seemed to want to spend a lot of time getting me into the right pose, especially when I was naked. She took lots of pictures as I stroked my cock from its semi-erect state to full hardness.

She told me they used a specialist photography shop to get the pictures developed, as not all places would do them.

As I got dressed, she told me it might be worth me doing some trimming down below. She also said she would help me. Then she took some clothed shots of me.

We had just finished when there was a noise from the canteen. We walked in and Sally was in there making tea. I guess we had been too involved to hear her come in.

“Do you fancy a drink then, guys?” she asked as we walked in. Toni went for a cup of tea, and I went for a coffee. Toni dived into a cupboard and found a packet of biscuits.

“I am glad you are both here!” Sally said as she placed the drinks in front of us.

“We have a shoot arranged for next week, and it needs some planning,” she grinned.

We all helped ourselves to the plate of chocolate biscuits on the table.

“Oh, by the way, Zak, have you had your sexual health test?” she asked as she dunked a biscuit into her tea.

“Yes, I had the tests this morning!” I replied.

“Good stuff; we should know in a couple of days if you can do your first film next week,” she smiled.

“That sounds good to me,” I replied.

I told her that even though my nerves were jangling already.

“What if he fails the test?” Toni asked, and then looked at me and smiled.

“No offence meant Zak, but you never know!”

“It’s okay, Toni, no offence taken,” I smiled back at her.

I was sure I would pass with flying colours; I had always been careful and stayed away from the slags, hookers and groupies that hung around army camps.

“Then I am sure Bob will be free,” Sally said.

“He is a complete wanker and a fucking prima donna,” Toni scoffed, “and you know the rest of the crew hate working with him!”

I made another mental note to ask Toni about this Bob character when we were alone.

“Yes, I know, and that’s why we auditioned Zak, but the distributors are looking for some new stuff, and we have only a month to get them sorted!” Sally replied.

“So, what do we have planned for next week?” Toni asked she looked eager to get started on the prep for the film.

“We need one of the bedrooms spruced up, and the spare room needs to be decorated to look like a hospital room,” said Sally.

“Okay Sally,” she replied, “So we have a male star who else will be in it.”

“Well, Rosie and Marie-Louise are both free next week and don’t mind coming down,” said Sally. “I will dig out their files for you, Zak, and if you like their look, we can arrange your first movie.”

“That is good. They are both easy to work with, and I know their sizes,” Toni said excitedly.

“So, you know the sort of stuff we need?” Sally enquired.

“Yes, leave it to me,” Toni said, “Are you free to help me out, Zak?”

“Sure thing,” I said, eager to spend more time with Toni and put a few pounds in my pocket at the same time.

“Right, guys, I will leave you to it,” Sally said, “Now I have some editing to do.”

We said our goodbyes and Toni led me out around the back of the unit, there was a van with the company name on parked up. She threw me the keys.

“You can drive, and I will navigate,” she said with a smile. I pulled out of the estate and followed her instructions.

“So, Toni, tell me about Rosie and Marie-Louise?” I asked as I drove along.

“Oh, they are both lovely girls,” she told me, “They come down from the north every few months and make a few of movies with us.”

“So, they are pros?” I said, making a right turn into an industrial estate.

“Yes and no, they are amateurs but have both done a fair few movies before, and they will make life easy for you!” she giggled.

She took me to some second-hand shops and then into a faceless, nameless warehouse on the other side of town.

She bought a second-hand hospital bed, some drip stands, and all sorts of other bits and pieces. We loaded it all onto the van. Then we went to a costume supplier, and Toni bought some nurses’ outfits and green robes. The van was filling up nicely.

Then we visited a local DIY store, and she got some tins of paint, brushes, and stuff.

I noticed that she was paying for everything with a credit card, and she made sure she got receipts for everything. I drove us back to the studio and we unloaded all the gear.

“Right, we have all we need, time to call it a day,” Toni said after glancing at her watch.

She dropped me home and promised to pick me up at ten o’clock the following morning.

I ran five miles that evening and even did a series of sit-ups, push-ups, and crunches before I went home and had an early night.

I woke up early and had some cereal and coffee. Then I had a shave and shower.