What people never realize is the smell. God, the hotel room
stinks whenever we have a shoot. The fluids, the coughing, and the sweat. The
more bodies the greater the stench. If I could spray the whole place down with
air freshener mid shoot I would, but then I wouldn’t have a job.
I’m a porn
cameraman. And yes, before you ask, sometimes the actresses blow us. Sometimes
they even let us fuck them. And no, I won’t go into explicit detail on who did
what and when because I’m a professional and confidentiality is key.
Today’s bimbo of
choice is a blonde from my home town of Los Angeles. Your atypical “I wanna be
a movie star” girl with soft skin and big features. She’d be with Doug on
camera. Doug’s a pro, a real work of art if I might say so myself. I’d even
gone out for drinks with Doug a few times. He’s a down to earth guy.
The shoot starts
and I film the typical introduction. The “who are you and where are you from?”
Also known as the “no matter what age you are if you’re twenty-one or less for
this film you’re eighteen.” Something about being eighteen gets our scenes much
more downloads.
The action began
and I captured all the glory. This actress wasn’t particularly good. Her moans
were off and she was proclaiming ooh’s and ah’s of pain the entire time. The
money shot came with too much flinching and not enough enthusiasm.
We wrapped up filming and I put my camera
away. I pulled out the envelope from the studio and gave the actress her five
hundred dollars cash. I took down her address so I could send her a copy of her
first acting credit.
She got dressed,
left, and Doug and I decided to take a beer each from the mini bar.
“How did she do?” I
asked, knowing the answer.
“Awful. Think of it
this way, money in our pockets for a day’s work.”
Doug always called
our work “a day’s work” whenever I did a shoot with him. Doug was missing the
point, the high art of our situation, the comedy of it all. For five hundred
dollars we filmed the degradation and humiliation of a girl who left the place
positive she just advanced her career. We stole a piece of her soul and she had
no idea. No other medium can capture such raw beauty.
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A.J. Martens is a writer from the New England area. He
currently resides in Rhode Island and works as an analyst for a local company.
