Just a few details, and then time to party.

Fortunately there isn't a lot to do other than review a few last-minute issues, so I come up to the time of the party looking forward to it and not too stressed to relax.

I gather the four judges just outside the house until I get the word that all of the contestants have arrived. Having personally approved each of the contestants, I feel like I know each of them, but I haven't actually met any of them until now.

We stand outside the house that will be the focus of all our attention -- not to mention the home for the judges and contestants -- for the next 30 days. It is a massive place: three stories above ground and a finished basement. The large yard is surrounded by a tall privacy fence, and it holds a large pool, a tennis court, and plenty of space for outdoor activities.

As the time for the party arrives, I lead the judges into the house and find everyone assembled in the great room. There are 10 male contestants and 10 female contestants. Each of them has been chosen for his or her looks and psychological profile that suggests the potential for real porn talent. There are also some personality traits that we made sure got thrown into the mix, just to make it all more interesting.

I get everyone's attention and begin to speak.

"Good evening, everyone. My name is Jeremy Karley. I am the executive producer of 'The Casting House' and I want to welcome all of you and congratulate you for being chosen. We at Cum On Productions are very excited about this project, and you are here because we have confidence in each of you to become the next big name for our studio."

I pause as everyone applauds politely and then introduce the four judges, who also receive applause.

"Tomorrow morning the competition begins, but for tonight, we want you to put all those thoughts aside and just relax and get to know each other. Our judges are off the clock, and this will be the last time for 30 days that you won't have to worry about winning competitions or earning points, so help yourselves to the food, the drinks, and make yourselves at home."

With that, I begin to make my way over to the kitchen to get something to drink, greeting contestants along the way. I notice that despite my words that the judges were "off the clock," several contestants make a point to go directly to each of the judges as soon as I stopped talking.

Kyle, for his part, is eating it up. "Hi... I'm Kyle.. I'm a judge. But just call me Kyle... I'm looking forward to judging you. Have I mentioned I'm a judge?"

No master of subtlty there.

Virgil has quite a bit more experience with aspiring actresses, but he even seems to be relaxing and enjoying himself, and not slipping into "Audition Coordinator" mode.

I look around and am quite pleased with what I see. The last few months of getting this house ready have been a lot of work, but it has really paid off. If you didn't know where to look or what to look for, you'd be hard pressed to even suspect the presence of cameras throughout this place. I happen to know where all of them are, and I even have a hard time spotting them.

Some are in somewhat obvious locations: embedded in smoke detectors, in the chandelier, and many of the pictures on the walls. Others are in not-so-obvious places, such as broom closets and even in the cabinet under the sink. I asked the technician who was installing it what kind of action he thought he would catch there, and he just shrugged and said, "I dunno, but I don't think I'm the only guy who has fantasized about getting a blowjob while I"m laying on the floor, fixing the plumbing."

We have cameras in lamps, built into furniture, and even one in a Beanie Baby animal that sits on the dresser of one of the bedrooms. Even the dildos that are in the drawer of every nightstand in the bedrooms have a camera hidden in the tip, which ought to generate some very interesting close-up shots. The biggest work on this project is going to be post-production, as we wade through countless hours of footage, trying to decide what to discard and what to keep.

I look around for Tess and Sally, expecting them to be surrounded by guys who are eager to make a good impression. They find me first.

"Come with us, Jeremy," Tess says. "It's time to try out your theory about the cameras."

I have to admit that I've been expecting -- and anticipating -- this might happen, but even so, I feel a real sense of excitement and adventure as they lead me upstairs. I look over my shoulder and see Kyle flash me a thumbs up, but several of the male contestants give me a look of undisguised irritation, evidently blaming me for robbing them of their chances to impress these judges.

"Can you guess what we have in store for you?" Sally asks, as we enter one of the bedrooms. I notice that she starts to pull the door closed behind us and then seems to think differently about it and leaves it wide open.

"I kind of have a hunch," I reply. "But I didn't want to think about it too much, or I might ruin the surprise."

They sit me down on the bed and they each take a position on either side of me. "We've been planning this for a long time," says Tess, leaning in and kissing my neck, ears, and cheek.

"And I can't wait to see what has changed since I last had my hands on this," adds Sally, placing her hand between my legs as she starts her work on the other side of my face.

As pleasant as this is, it strikes me how out of place it feels. Both of these ladies have had their mouths on my cock, but this is the first time it has taken place in a bedroom. Between Sally's ministrations behind the Christmas tree and Tess's in the fluffers' waiting area, this traditional place for sexual activity feels a little odd.

Tess's hand joins Sally's on my crotch, and they lower me down, so I'm lying on my back, with my legs hanging off the edge. I try not to show favoritism and make a point to kiss each of them thoroghly. The sensation of all three of our tongues coming together at once is surpassed only by the feeling of both of their hands making their way into my pants at the same time.

As I turn to resume kissing Sally, I notice that her eyes seem to be darting around the room. I can tell that she is starting to think about all the cameras, and she is losing her focus. This is not good... If she freezes up, I'm going to have to pull her off the project and get a last-minute replacement.