Go inside Studio A

I have come too far and waited too long to miss out on this, so with one more quick genital adjustment, I go through the doors to Studio A.

I long imagined what it would be like when I first witness an actual porn production. I imagined a sea of beautiful flesh, where everyone — even the stagehands and camera operators — are beautiful, naked, and oozing sensuality. What I actually see couldn’t be further from that fantasy.

Studio A is set up for the filming of “Hotel Pheremone.” It follows the exploits of a young man who gets a summer job as a bellboy in an exotic resort. The bellboy is played by Rocky Fullballs, one of the up-and-coming straight male actors in the industry. I have yet to meet him and have only seen a couple of his works, but he definitely seems promising.

Rocky seems to flourish in MILF/cougar settings. Because of his youthful appearance, even for his 24 years, and because of his muscular, fit form, he’s just a natural for that genre.

I see Rocky, wearing a robe, walking over to a lounge chair. Tess is right on his heels, and it is clear that he is the one she is to tend to.

I look at the staging area. It is set up as a nice hotel room with a king-sized bed. The bedding is askew, and it’s pretty obvious something was going on there quite recently.

The workers are in varying stages of activity. The camera men are standing around, looking bored. Other members of the crew are grabbing snacks, and someone is fiddling with one of the dozens of lights that focus on the bed.

I see the actress for this scene standing to the side of the set. I don’t remember ever seeing her before. She is a 30-something woman with long, red hair. She is wearing librarian glasses. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is wild, as if she had just been — well, of course, she had “just been.” She is wearing a robe, and she has a look of concern on her face.

Her attention is focused on the floor, where there are several people kneeling around a young man who is, perhaps, a year or two older than me. His face reflects pain, and he grimaces as the person near his left leg attempts to apply a temporary brace.

“What happened?” I ask the nearest stagehand.

“We were just coming to the end of the scene. Rocky and Shawn,” at the name, the stagehand indicates the guy on the floor, “were spit-roasting Dedra. Shawn had just pulled out of Dedra’s mouth and backed up to aim for her face, and he got too close to the edge of the bed and fell off. He landed hard on his leg, and it wouldn’t surprise me if it was broken.”

Just then Shawn let out a sharp cry of pain, and one of the crew motions to someone. Moments later, emergency medical personnel arrive, pushing a stretcher. They set to work lifting Shawn onto it. I am ushered out of the way by one of the medical crew, and you find yourself standing just a few feet away from Rocky, who is watching everything with concern, while Tess kneels between his legs with his cock in her mouth, keeping it hard.

I try to act as if it is no big deal to be standing next to someone while he is getting oral sex. It is a porn studio, after all, and no one else seems to think it is anything out of the ordinary. Still, I can’t help but sneak an occasional glance at Tess’s handiwork, remembering just a few minutes ago when I was on the receiving end of her skills.

The director steps up to Rocky and says, “Well, you might as well call it a day, Rock. Shawn is out of commission, and we’re going to have to figure something else out. It’s a shame — another couple of minutes and we would have completed the scene, but now we’re going to have to reshoot the whole thing.”

“Can’t you just edit in the money shot from some stock footage?” an assistant asks.

“Not for a facial scene. We don’t have that many with Dedra anyway, and not when Shawn is the guy. You’ve seen the size of him — who else are we going to get to blow a load in her face and not have it evident that we just pulled some extra off of the list?”

“Bwerm’rah kun daw’t!”

Everyone looks down at Tess, quizzically, in response to her nonsensical uttering. Realizing this, she pulls her face out of Rocky’s crotch, thus allowing her to speak without a full mouth. She repeats her statement: “Jeremy can do it.”

I feel your face grow warm as her words sink in. The director says, “Jeremy? Jeremy who?”

“Him,” says Tess, pointing at me with one hand, while stroking Rocky with the other. You have to hand it to her; she’s a professional and doesn’t lose sight of her responsibilities.

“He’s practically the same size and shape as Shawn,” she says, continuing to point in my direction.

The director looks at me for the first time. “Who are you? Do you work here?”

Before I can answer, Tess beat me to it. “He’s the new boss. He’s Blake and Doris’ son.”

The expression on the director’s face immediately changes from suspicion to delight. “Jeremy Karley! I’ve been looking forward to meeting you! Your mom said to expect seeing you around here a lot from now on.” He introduces himself and his crew and then looks me over.

“Well, you are definitely a similar build to Shawn, and we’d just need to do a closeup for the money shot, so no one would need to see your face, but I don’t know.... Shawn has pretty good equipment, and not all cocks are the same.”

It is weird having people you just met standing around, evaluating your body like they are about to make an offer on a new car.

“Trust me,” says Tess, remembering this time to take Rocky’s penis out of her mouth before speaking. “It’s close enough. No one will know the difference.”

The director considers this. “I don’t know.... What do you think, Rock?”

“Well, if there’s anyone who is an expert on cocks, it would be Tess. I think we can trust her assessment.” I notice most of the guys grin and nod in response. “I’m willing to give it a try. What do we have to lose? It’s better than having to redo the scene.”

The director looks at Dedra. “That ok with you?”

Dedra looks rather bored by all of it and has been reading a magazine. “Whatever,” she says, dismissively. “Let’s just get it wrapped up. I’m starving, and we were supposed to be out of here 45 minutes ago.”

The director looks my way and asks, “How about it? You up to it? It would really help us out and save us thousands of dollars from a reshoot. It will be easy — Rock will take Dedra from behind while you kneel in front and let her blow you. Then, when you are ready to shoot, pull out and cum on her face. Think you can do that?”

It strikes me as a bit odd that it’s only now that anyone even thinks to ask my opinion, but once again, this is a different world!

“But he has to get clearance from Personnel,” interjects one of the assistants. “We need forms filled out, he has to do stage tests to see if he can perform on camera, he needs to —“

The director cuts the assistant off. “There’s no time for all of that and besides, he’s one of the freakin’ owners of the studio! I think it’s safe to assume that Personnel is going to clear him for this. Did you ask for a file when his dad did that cameo last week in the Roman orgy scene?” Turning his attention to me once again, the director asks, “So what do you say?”