Chapter 1: Discovery

I’m oversexed.

My sisters, lovers, and friends all tell me the same thing: ‘You have an overabundant focus on all things sexual.’ I’ve also been described as perpetually horny, a nymphomaniac, a slut, and a hot girlfriend – and everyone is right.

Everyone includes my family and the group of people I live with. I live in a group setting with a guy I’d fallen in love with: Steve Wallace. What made the situation even more unique was that at the time when I’ll begin this story the group included my two sisters, Fran and Ally, as well as a couple of other women – Jane and René, and a man named Aidan we were all intimate with. By intimate, I mean we loved to fuck each other’s brains out on a regular basis – like a couple of times a day if we could find the time; but more about that in a minute.

Steve also had a growing harem of other women he had relationships with when he was traveling – and he traveled a lot for his consulting job. We always were excited to hear about his experiences and often he’d bring one of his new friends home for all of us to play with.

Besides being oversexed, I am a museum curator. Strange, huh?

So, how did I end up with an ultra-conservative and nerdy job at the Boston Museum? I also love art, sculpture, photography, movies, nature, and the way other people see the world and express those feelings and images through various media. Thus, after college I got lucky in a tough job market and got a job as a paid docent at the Museum, and I was so good at the job I got noticed and then promoted to assistant curator, and finally an official curator – a person who cares for the museums holdings and arranges for new exhibits, and there are a lot of details to having a visiting exhibit for a few months. I was good at what I did.

My adventure started when through my curator ‘grapevine’, I heard about a multi-media exhibit assembled by the Los Angeles Center and Museum for the Performing and Graphic Arts, or for short the ‘L.A. Museum’. It contained film clips showing the progression of entertainment films, old movie posters, artistic pictures and cartoons of stars, Oscars and other awards from deceased performers or those on loan, key props from famous films, paintings by well-known entertainment luminaries, and much more.

The path to having an exhibit on display like this one in my Boston Museum is not linear. I had to sell my management on the idea, and then when they were on board I had to sell the Board of Trustees. Once they expressed approval, I had to contact the LA Museum, and that was when I struck up a friendship with Emily Carlisle for the first time. We knew ‘of’ each other but had never talked.

Emily told me to call her ‘Em’ or ‘Emmy’ like everybody else did – an interesting name given that some of the performers in the exhibit had received Emmy Awards. We had an increasing number of phone calls, many of them about what we could offer the LA Museum in trade for a large portion of their exhibit.

I gave Emmy several options to trade for their Multi-Media Exhibit, and she went off to talk to her management and then her Board of Trustees about a swap. After several weeks of to-ing and fro-ing and high-level negotiations and votes to proceed we had a general agreement on a trade.

After that there were preliminary arrangements to think about: insurance, shipping, packing, display space layouts and plans, special construction arrangements, and equipment on both ends, and no end of other details to work out. We couldn’t just take a painting worth a couple of million dollars, pop it into a FedEx box, and ship it overnight across the country. By museum protocol everything needed to be escorted, and handled with more care than you could imagine.

Em and I had more and more telephone contact, and in the course of all that got to know each other really well. About once a week we also Facetimed – did a video call. At least we got to see what each other looked like. Emmy was cute, pert, and about my age.

Something I said led us to talk about my living arrangements and consequently my sex drive. We had a lot of laughs about the latter, and she was fascinated with the former.

Em was blown away when I confessed that I lived in an intimate way with four other women and two men, but I also hinted at some other intimate ‘side’ relationships without going into any detail. Em had more questions than there are grains of sand, so each of our conversations sooner or later migrated to some of her questions. We had to catch ourselves sometimes so we could focus on our work about trading the exhibits instead of just learning about each other in hours of conversation. We rapidly became great friends.

The multi-media exhibit was so large, I would have to fly out to LA and spend some time with Em going over the full exhibit and the back-up contents to pick just the parts and pieces to display and use in Boston. This was a big deal, especially for me since this was the first time I’d been given the full authority to choose the contents of an entire exhibit we’d show in Boston. I knew the advertising budget alone for my museum would run into the millions. Our museum was a little better organized with Internet pictures available of our holdings so Em could easily pick the pieces she wanted to borrow online. When she could see some detail in an item, I’d bring in into one of our video calls so she could examine that way.

Em and I had become such good friends by way of the telephone and video calls, that I accepted her invitation to stay with her when I flew into L.A. I’d never been to L.A. so I was amazed at the scope of the city – it was dramatically different from anything else I’d visited. I loved it – even the infamous traffic.

I arrived early on a Tuesday afternoon, and Em met me at the airport. We went right to work, and by the end of the day, what with jetlag, I was tired. Wednesday I was brighter, and we got some more done in terms of going through the exhibit and picking pieces. By Friday, it was clear I needed to stay over the weekend for a few more days of work.

All along as we looked at things, Em had kept up a nearly steady barrage of questions about my living arrangements and lifestyle.

I confessed to some of the swing parties that I participated in back east. Of course, that led to dozens of further questions just about those: how many people, what ages, had I ever done a gangbang, was I bisexual, did everyone do it together, how many times in one night did I get fucked, and on and on. The more I answered the more excited Em became, only at the time I didn’t know why. She already had told me she had leanings towards nymphomania just the way I did.

Come four o’clock on Friday, Em announced the official start of the weekend. She also announced that she had another job that I was to attend while she worked. Her revelation and invitation surprised me since I would have expected that long before then, she would have mentioned having a second job, but soon after I understood her reticence.

Apparently, as I might have expected of my pretty Hollywood friend, she had a part in a movie and would be shooting some of the scenes that evening and over the weekend. I’d get to watch, but I could tell by her hesitation that there was something deeper she wasn’t telling me.

While we were driving in her car to where the filming would take place, Em elaborated on the film that she had a major role in. She haltingly said, “Errr, Sheila, the movie I’m appearing in is an ‘adult’ film. You don’t have to come if that shocks you, just please don’t mention it around work.”

I jerked my head around to study Emily. She was serious. “You mean you do porn? You make porn flicks?”

Em blushed. “Well, yeah. Some of them are quite artistic, however. The guy I work for is more of an artist than the wham-bam-thank-you-mam directors in the industry. I mean what I said, you don’t have to come or watch. You could take my car and prowl around the city, or even take the car back to my apartment; I’ll give you a key. I can catch a ride back later.” Em sounded defensive.

I responded with enthusiasm, “Oh, hell, you bet I want to watch. I told you I’m obsessed with sex. Now, I suddenly know a real live porn star. My circle – the people I live with – will be so impressed. How long have you been doing this? How many films have you done? What do you do – do you have limits? Do you do anal – women – gangbangs - group?” I suddenly had almost as many questions in the hour drive as she’d asked about my lifestyle.

After that initial awkwardness and with my encouragement, Em relaxed and she started to regale me with how she got into the adult entertainment business and the scope of what she’d already done.

I listened with great enthusiasm for what I was about to hear and see.

Em told, “I started with an old boyfriend about four years ago. He’d been asked if he and his girlfriend – me – would make a half-hour porn film. It’d be a day’s work, and he’d make $250 and I’d make $1,000. I was in debt up to my ears, so I said OK.

“The director-producer liked me, and offered me the opportunity to make even more money doing more explicit films – some longer, feature length films that had some kind of a plot to them. I said ‘yes’ to that, too, and so evenings and weekends I started to fuck my little ass off on film – occasionally at first, but now the work is steadier and I have a name and growing reputation. My stage name is Pam Peters.”

Em paused and looked at me to be sure I was okay with her disclosure. I urged, “Go on, this is fascinating, and you’re making me horny.”

“Well, that boyfriend and I broke up for other reasons shortly after that first film, but I continued in the new job, keeping the museum thing going as well. I’ve done about twenty full-length films now and a bunch of shorter videos, and I’m pretty good at it. I’m a good actress because I like the sex and the other actors – men and women whom I work with.”

I asked, “I thought you had to only be eighteen or nineteen, have double-D’s, and love to be double penetrated.”

Em laughed as she drove into a nice neighborhood, “There’s some truth to that. I’m a D cup – not double D; I don’t mind a DP – you may see one tonight; and on the age thing there are men and women of all ages, shapes, and everything else you can think of in this game. If you’re good and command a following, you can be any age. I met Nine Hartley once, and she’s in her sixties, I think, and she’s still going strong. Others over forty include Brandi Love, Julia Ann, and Lisa Ann, plus there are many others. The baby boomers all love mature porn and they have money, so any age is the right age in this business. I’m twenty-eight so I have a long way to go yet. I’m lucky that like you, I look younger than my age. Heck, I still get carded at bars.”

Before I could ask any more questions, we pulled up in front of a beautiful home in the hills north of L.A. The house was huge. Em explained, “Wes, the director, told me he rented the house to shoot the films in. In my first job in porn if the owner was nice and handsome they may let him appear in part of the film, thus he’d get to fuck someone like me.” She gave me a Cheshire cat grin as we stopped. She added, “After filming, sometimes I’d even stay over with owner so we could fuck some more.”

We just walked in the front door, and beyond the large marble foyer was a beehive of activity in the living room. Two guys were setting up various floodlights to illuminate a sofa and coffee table area. Another had a rack of audio equipment on a cart he was tinkering with. Another man and woman had a table spread out with various photographic equipment – cameras, flashes, and various lenses. One guy walked around making requests of the others. He stopped and came over.

Em greeted him with a hug. “Wes, this is my friend Sheila. She’s from Boston and visiting, so I thought I’d show her my part-time job.” She smiled warmly.

The man leaned in a kissed Emmy, and then extended his hand to me, “I’m Wes Endicott, nice to meet you. Just try to stay out of the way.” He thought for a moment and then explained in a professional manner, “Shooting adult films is very different from regular Hollywood fare. Those films are made up of many short film sequences; in some movies the longest clip might only be a minute or so. In adult films we just start the cameras and let them capture whatever action is going on. Anything we don’t like we edit out later. If something great happens we’ll try to do a retake, but sometimes that’s not possible – for instance, after a great orgasm or cum shot. Great films often depend not only on actors, but also on the director, editors, and the cameramen.” He gestured to the couple assembling their camera gear.