Chapter 32: The Ukrainians

Monday 8/10

After moping around the house all weekend, I was surprised to wake up Monday morning feeling good. Even though I couldn’t figure out why. I knew that this would be a busy week with the Ukrainian girls due to arrive this afternoon some time. I forced myself to aerobics class and then school.

I got an ‘A’ on my Spanish paper and enjoyed the class as we switched subjects to Spanish phrases that were necessary to travel, such as ‘¿Dónde está el baño?’ (Where is the bathroom?).

On my way to statistics, I was cornered by Carrie and Melissa.

“Do you still want to go out to a movie?” Melissa asked.

“I think that would be great, however, it will have to be next week. I already have several dates this week,” I told them.

“Several?” Melissa asked, surprised.

“This week?” Carrie asked at the same time.

I know ... I was being naughty.

“Yeah. They were arranged back in the summer and I wouldn’t want to disappoint them.”

“Who are you taking out?” Melissa asked.

“Just how many girls are you dating?” Carrie asked suspiciously.

“They are from out of town and there’s nine or ten of them,” I replied to both questions. “I’m sorry, but I have to get to class. Why don’t you check your calendar and we’ll compare dates for next week.”

“That’s shit!” I heard Carrie’s curse as I walked away.

I also met my new creative writing teacher, Ms. Evans. I’m guessing mid-to-late forties, she seemed nice. She has published over thirty novels and several technical manuals. I hope she’ll share more of her story with us as we go along. She handed back our short stories we had written last week. She must have used up her red pen when grading them. She also gave us three pages of grammar do’s and don’ts to memorize.

When I got to the studio, it seemed like chaos reigned.

“You feel better?” Don asked when I stuck my head in his door. I noticed he had Eric in there with him. That meant the Ukrainians were probably here.

“Much better, thank you. See you later,” I said as I closed the door to go look for Lorena.

I found her in the lobby, issuing directions to a whole slew of people.

“It looks like you’re kind of busy. I don’t reckon you’ll be shooting me today, so I’m going home.”

“No. Wait!” she said suddenly. “Mrs. Berringer wants to see you. I think she’s in the commissary.”

Most of the Ukrainian delegation was in the commissary having lunch when I walked in. Ms. Berringer quickly spotted me and waved me over. She did that European ‘air-kiss’ where she brushed her cheek to mine then said, “Ryan, I’d like you to meet my little sister, Penelope. Penny, this is Ryan Owens.”

Like her sister, Penny Berringer was tall. Almost as tall as me. And I already knew that she had recently turned eighteen years old. Her hair was a wavy chestnut color that hung down below her breasts in front and her eyes were the same brown as Dani’s. But with Penny, her smile actually reached her eyes as they sparkled even in the commissary’s fluorescent lighting.

“Pleasure to meet you,” I said as she grasped my hand. I was surprised that her English was probably better than mine, but I was to find out that each of the other actresses spoke almost flawless English as well. One of them finally explained that they taught it in school at an early age.

After last week, I was not in the mood to fall in love again, but just for a brief moment, I considered it. Penny was gorgeous! I did decide I wanted to spend some time with her before we did anything. I found it hard to believe that she was this good looking and still a virgin. But Eric had had her checked by a doctor in New York and it had been confirmed.

Then Penny led me around both tables, introducing me to the nine actresses and other three chaperones. I almost wished I had pushed Lorena to let me film with some of them, but she and Don had decided to hold me in reserve in case something went wrong. They wanted to share the wealth with the studios other male actors and I did have to admit I had been getting a lot of attention lately.

Let’s take a break for a moment to explain some things about the way a studio works. You see, there are almost infinite sources for female actresses, thanks to the internet, strip bars, and the like. As for the male actors, it’s not that easy to find, cultivate, and keep the guys.

Not every guy with a big cock can actually do porn. Most have difficulty performing in front of people, staying hard, not coming too soon, and they lack the physical discipline to stay in shape, eat well, and sacrifice personal fulfillment sex to be able to perform for the camera.

There are so many stress factors for guys, that male actors are often referred to as elite athletes because of how hard they have to work and how much they sacrifice in order to do their jobs well.

So, while small studios tend to pamper proven males, they often find themselves having to resort to using less than stellar male actors even if they cause frequent and costly stoppages while filming.

But what about those little blue pills?

Do your research. It doesn’t take very long, if you’re using them every day, for them to no longer be effective. What then? Shots in your dicks?

It was just recently that many AEI studios added commissaries to help insure male actors received the nutrition necessary to do their jobs better. Many studios have also added workout rooms and physical trainers to help males stay in shape. That’s why physical education was prioritized at porn camp.

Lorena once showed me a breakdown. For every ten guys that came in their doors, five just didn’t have the physique or size to do the job. They were just not attractive. Four of the guys are not able to perform for a wide variety of reasons. And of the one left, the odds of them staying more than a month are about 100 to 1.