Chapter 13: Monday-Wednesday, Week One

Monday

I wondered if we might be in trouble when the instructor showed up on the quad in a leotard and tights. And I was right. We were.

She led us into the indoor athletic facility that was probably larger than some division one schools’ facilities. In a special studio, we learned we were going to start with Level One Pilates. Don’t let anyone fool you. I’m sure this is what they use to weed out the wimps from getting into the Navy Seals!

I skipped breakfast after that workout because my core was too sore to eat. A hot shower didn’t seem to help. So, after limping over to Studio One, I looked for the coffee maker.

“Good. I’m glad to see everybody made it,” Marjorie said to start the day. “Since only half of you got to shoot your scenes yesterday, we’ll do the other half today. Your theme is clouds. Brianna, you and Timber are first.”

Since I had done two scenes yesterday, not to mention the practice session with Natalia, I was glad to catch a break today. I felt the scene we were watching was hokey and I got bored quickly.

“Don’t look at it like that!” Marjorie whispered in my ear.

“But they’re all so ... I don’t know.”

“I don’t know how you can say that. You’re first scene yesterday, with the horse head ... talk about some shit,” she continued in a whisper. “Why don’t you stand right here behind the console and keep an eye on the monitor. Now. Look not for what’s wrong, but what could be done to make it right.”

Then she backed away. I kept staring at the scene through the computer’s big screen, but I just wasn’t getting it.

“Look at her,” Marjorie whispered a little while later. “Is she enjoying it?”

“Well, she acts like she’s coming, but she’s making this awful face.”

“Not very attractive to some schmuck, whacking off in his mother’s basement, is it?” she asked. “Now, what would it take to make it better?”

“For her to look like she’s having a good time? Like she’s enjoying it?” I asked.

“So you’re telling me that all you would have to do, is change one little detail and we would have a better scene?” she asked.

Usually, I hated people who answered my questions with a question, but I immediately saw her point.

“Now the next trick is ... how do I tell her?” Marjorie asked as she grimaced. “But you’re doing good. What else could you do to make the scene better?”

“Well, the handheld camera could focus a little more on her, and not so much on his tattoos?” I asked again.

“Very good. You see, it takes a good team, working together, to make a good scene,” she said. “Why don’t you just keep watching and see what else you can come up with,” she whispered as she moved away.

I spent the rest of the morning, standing behind that console and watching for details. I’ll be honest, it was hard at first. I kept focusing on the mistakes. But finally, in the third scene, right before lunch, there it was. The guy was hogging the shot. He wasn’t presenting the girl; he was trying for as much air time for himself as possible.

In almost every case, the customer is paying to see the girl, and as much of the girl as possible. Ideally, once they start fucking, the guy’s face just doesn’t need to be seen.

Then on top of that, she wasn’t taking his signals to switch well, or correctly. If she was an older pro, she could have been doing it on purpose, in retribution. But she looked too young and inexperienced for that. She just probably didn’t know that no one, even porn stars, can fuck forever.

So when the guy gets tired, he usually signals for a switch to a new position. A position that will allow him to rest for a moment. And when a guy feels like he’s about to come before it’s time, a simple pause where she can suck his cock for even thirty seconds will let the tingling pass and he can continue fucking.

Little things, that a professional girl or guy should know.

At lunch, Marjorie sat down beside me and asked me what I had seen. So I told her about the boom being visible in the top of the screen. And the sound of some foreign equipment in the background. Then I told her about the guy and the girl in the third scene.

“Her name is Cheyenne, and she goes by Desert Flower. She’s only eighteen and hasn’t done many scenes yet. Do you think if I put you with her, you could teach her?”

“But what about him?” I asked.

“You just focus on one task at a time. I’ll take care of him. Now go over there and get to work. I’ll put you in a scene with her later this afternoon,” Marjorie whispered.

“Now ... what have you gotten yourself into this time?” I thought to myself.

I quickly introduced myself and told her that Marjorie had asked me to speak with her. She quickly went on the defensive.

“Look, Marjorie is afraid you might be sent home because you don’t have the benefit of having done more than a few scenes. And since I haven’t done one today, she thought that if you’re up to it, you might do another scene, this time with me, and I’d show you a few tricks to get you through. What do you say?”

“What tricks are you going to teach me?” she asked.

“How to do switches. It’s mostly to make the scene better,” I explained.

“And how are you going to teach me switches?” she asked me suspiciously.

“I thought we’d talk it through and then Majorie is going to put us into a short scene to let you try,” I said.

She was silent for a long time. Finally, she said, “It’s no secret that I have not been in this business very long and that I don’t know everything I should. It’s also no secret that I need the money for finishing this camp and for being successful when I get back home. But if you are lying to me, just to get in my pussy, I’ll cut off your scalp and fling it in the highest tree I can find and leave you to let the vultures pick out your eyeballs!”

I simply turned and walked away. When I got to the door, I turned and looked at her as if asking if she was coming. When she finally rose and took her tray to the kitchen and then followed me out the door, I breathed a sigh of relief.

“I didn’t know helping someone could be so hard!” I thought to myself.

Cheyenne Redhorse a.k.a. Desert Flower was eighteen years old from an Indian Reservation in Wyoming. She said she ran away from the reservation but never said why.

I first led her to the console and asked the engineer if he had a copy of her earlier scene I could use. He put a copy on a laptop and handed it to me and I led her back to sound stage two for some privacy. Then leading her to the prop couch, I had her sit down and sat down beside her. Then opening the laptop, I turned it on and started her scene.

“Cheyenne, as a guy, I think you are very sexy, and most of our viewers who buy our scenes are guys. If they think you’re sexy, they buy more, but if they don’t think you are sexy, they don’t buy at all. And as you know, if you sell scenes, you make money, but if you don’t sell scenes, they don’t bother to call you back to make more. That’s how the system works and you can use that or not as you want. Do you understand?”

Cheyenne just nodded her head.

“So the first trick is to make them like you. To think that you are sexy. Now look at your face in this last scene. Do you think you look sexy?”

She took a while to answer, her eyes never leaving the scene on the computer.

“Not really,” she finally admitted.

“Okay, so the first trick I’m going to teach you is the hardest. SMILE!”

She looked at me like my ears were bigger than Goofy’s.

“I’m serious. If you looked at one of Heather’s scenes, she usually has a smile on her face and the guys looking at the scene think that she is happy, and they imagine that if they were fucking her, she would be happy and smile for them too.

“Remember, this same guy is looking at porn, probably because his wife or his girlfriend doesn’t want or like to fuck him, and when she finally does fuck him, she lays there like a knot on a log. Not looking interested, not smiling, not caring about him at all. That’s why he buys your scenes. He likes how you look at him when you’re fucking!” I told her.

“So do you think you can smile at him. No matter who you’re fucking. Can you make him feel special. Make him feel you’re glad he’s there?