"After school I got a department store job as saleswoman in the wrist watch section. One day a lady came to my department. I had seen that lady several times in the mart but this was the first time she came to my aisle. She went round for a while and then she came to me. She had not come to buy. She wanted to meet me after my duty was over. She said she had a job offer that she will explain when we meet.
"We met. She asked me if I would mind if she made a strange request. I said she could go ahead. I must have smiled when I said that for she smiled too and from then on we were very relaxed. Quite bluntly she asked me if I would be willing to be a porn artist. She said if I was willing I could take a screen test on my next off day. So saying she produced three crisp hundred pound notes. She said it was a fee for the test. It did not entail obligation of any sort. Then without my asking she told me what they will pay me if I join. It was a fabulous amount. I agreed to the test.
"It was a large room, almost a hall. A man and a woman sat on folding canvas chairs like the ones on which I have seen movie directors sit when on outdoor shoots. There was another ordinary chair for me. Other than that the room was bare. The windows were large but the thick curtains were drawn. The man who must have been close to fifty asked me to call him Bob. The woman was Becky. That was not their real names. In that establishment every one had an assumed name. (When the time came for it I chose the Turkish sounding name Isfar.) After a few questions about my family the lady asked me to go to the side room and wrap myself in a bath robe and nothing else and walk across the room. I did so. She asked me to disrobe and take the walk once again. This time I was tingling all over. After that she asked to take the chair in front of them. I sat naked but I was now composed.
"Do you know the exact nature of the work you have applied for?" asked Bob. I told them what I expected to be doing. He then spoke.
"We think of you as an artist and we expect you to behave like one. If it comes to our notice that one of our girls even on off duty hours makes herself available we terminate her services. The men are volunteers; students and those holding white collar jobs. We do not pay them and they do not pay us. They do it for the sport. Please never forget that you are an artist and nothing else. Our men are expected to treat our girls with the courtesy artists are entitled to."
"Becky wanted to know if I had any reservations about the wide variety of action that take place in porno films. I said no anal, no discharging semen on the face even if it is cream, and no bondage. Bob made a note of it and assured me that they would respect my feelings. They restated the financial terms which remained unchanged in spite of the narrowed agenda. I left to take up my duties the next day. I was feeling very jittery as I made my way to the studio the next morning.
"The girls in the locker room were no different from that of a department store. They were a happy lot. Job satisfaction was not a factor apparently. They wanted to know of my experience. When I told them one of them said that I would find working conditions more comfortable than the back seat of a car. I said I wanted to know about the men. One girl, a tall one with the unusual name of Milton who seemed to be sort of spokesperson for the group explained that the men were mostly college students. 'Cultured types,' she said, 'who treat you real nice you know. They give you the feeling that you are royalty.' She told me that the firm specialised in film that women and couples enjoy watching, and men too who are bored by the unceasing sex that most porn films provide.
"The make up room in addition to chairs had couches understandably, and full length mirrors. There were two make-up artists. One of them asked me to go to the make up cubicle, shave smooth and then come out naked. When I came out the girls 'oohed' and 'aahed.' I was surprised that women who were naked themselves should react this way, and then I knew the reason. That was a surprise. My vulva was the object of their admiration. In porn circles criteria of woman's beauty are different. The face and waist and hips and bust are of course important but there is more to the female body than those. How much the breasts sag is as important as its size. The breasts of the ideal size must have just that amount of sag as mine did. Then the all important vulva.
"For the first time I came to know that vulva are as varied as faces. Mine it seems was a standout, literally. The greater its convexity the greater its beauty. Mine was so convex that on side view the vulval bulge is prominent. The labia must be fleshy as mine was, and the slit not only straight and smooth edged but must dip down sharply and deeply. The clitoral hood must be visible but not be too dominant. I was pleased that nature has done well by my vulva. Suzie's was not. She mourned. Her labia were flat and the inner leaves so luxuriant that they seemed to pour out of the slit filling it completely. Another girl, Margo, had also a standout vulva but with different items. Her speciality was her jet black curly pubic hair. Her arm pits were full of hair too. The make up artist was working on her. She was combing her pubic hair and parting it in the middle. In many Middle Eastern countries hairy girls are popular, especially in Turkey where my people live.
"The woman in the makeup room handed over a skirt and T-shirt (and nothing else) that I was to wear. I entered the studio thus attired. I saw my partner for the first time. Sid was of medium height with a slight stoop and large eyes. Not one of the manly types but I took a liking to him straightaway. He blushed faintly as we shook hands. His hands were soft. He wore pants and full sleeved shirt. He could not be more than twenty one or twenty two. The director handed over our scripts. It was a bedroom scene. The man was supposed to be a scholar who was having his first sex on his honeymoon night. His bride however had experience but the young man assumed that like him she was a virgin. The fun in the movie was the girl's attempts to guide him without getting him to suspect that she was a woman of experience. The dialogue was clever but was not difficult to memorise. The director gave us permission to deviate from the script as our moods dictated. Soon we were ready for action. After some pointless dialogue we started undressing each other. It was then that I saw that the cameraman in our midst. Even such a simple act as undressing needed several takes. Every take was making the scene less and less romantic, for me anyway.
"Men who dream to be actors in porn films have to think again. Sid who like me was on his first day must have come to Earth with a thud when he realised what he had let himself in for. When I pull down his pants his erect penis had to spring out thereby making a dramatic entry. This did not happen because his penis was only turgid. The director asked him to make it stiff. 'You help him,' he told me. I gripped his penis and rubbed. It rose. When it was adequate I let go and he pulled up his pants. When I pulled down his pants his penis did a better job but the director was not satisfied. We went through the routine another couple of times before he accepted the shot. Then we sucked and he licked and as I lay on my back with thighs spread out and he came on top. His penis was quite rigid as I inserted it. Each of these moves needed several takes. It was absolutely boring.
"Man on top is the common position for sex. Bare bodies rubbing, breasts crushed between the bodies, lips pressing, and hugs not with the arms alone but with thighs and legs too, and all this with the penis deeply inside the vagina made it close to perfect. Unfortunately this position is the worst one can imagine for the cameraman. The two bodies hide everything the public yearns to see. With the help of the director the cameraman gets the actors to contort their bodies till he gets his angles correct. It is hard work for him and infinitely harder work of the actors. For the woman it is just a bother, but for the man it is horror. He finds it difficult to sustain his erection amidst all these distractions. The penis is apt to slip out and he had to get it rigid again by fantasising. Imagine having to fantasise with all the naked womanhood about. Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink situation. May be my Rhodes Scholar was not up to it, or may be a trucker would have done it without a whimper, but then the movie would not have had the delicate touch that made it so hilarious and classic collections material. I saw the final product and it was as you say enthralling.
"Those who watch porno movie always wonder how the men can carry on interminably without ejaculating. Some think the penises are rubber slip-ons and some that the actors use surface anaesthetic to dull the sensations. Both are not true. The penises, even the massive ones are real, and no anaesthetic is used. The answer is quite simpleβthe sequences are done is many, many takes.
"After three hours the director was satisfied that she has got all he wanted. Sid was inside me and on top when the director told us that we were now on our own. Sid attempted to disengage but I held him both with my arms and my legs. I pressed my heels against his buttocks and moved my pelvis. It was an open invitation for him to complete the act that we have been at for almost two hours. I felt protective towards him. I wanted him to get back satisfied. The cameraman had the sense to keep the film rolling. Sid responded and soon he ejaculated. When he thanked me he had the aspect of a marathon runner at the finishing line. Such an appearance of the lover boy at the successful climax on the First Night made a great impression on the viewers. The movie was a best seller. As for Sid I never saw him again.
"I had hardly completed nine months as a porn artist when I had to give up."
"Not so soon Mom. Tell me more for example of another hit movie of yours."
"Certainly, but which one." She thought for a while. "Yes, another funny movie that did extremely well. The hero was a very pompous army officer. He marries a movie extra who cons him into taking her for a descendent of an English earl. The girl has her former male friends visiting her. During one of the visits the husband returns unexpectedly. The young man slides under the cot and I pull a mid-thigh length dress over me. My husband though surprised to see me dressed so scantily is pleased nevertheless. My lover suppresses a sneeze. My husband wants to look under the cot. I say that it is the noise of my foot scraping the carpet. I proceed to undress him and in a desperate attempt to divert him I say I want to suck him. He is overjoyed. As I squat to suck him my lover under the cot starts licking me. My lover is a great slurper and to prevent my husband suspecting I had to slurp to match him sound for sound. This scene was a great favourite with the viewers. This five minute sequence took an hour to film. My squatting pose with thighs widely parted is perfect for licking for the clitoris is out in the open. I get a powerful orgasm. My husband is surprised that mere sucking should induce orgasm in me. Surprise gives way to joy. Producing orgasm in a woman by sucking alone he says is a feat that does the British army proud. He goes into the bath room but he comes out immediately to put on his slippers. He must have seen a tiny bit of my lover as he runs out from under the cot. My husband gives chase but my lover hides inside a wardrobe. My husband goes for the wardrobe. In a state of anxiety I shout that I heard the door downstairs close. Thereupon my husband runs down and out of the house. I follow him down and close the door from inside. When I come up my lover is waiting for me. He peels off my dress and we hug and kiss passionately for we are steaming hot. I forget all about my husband. He calls from outside. I go to the window forgetting that I had no clothes on.
'You are bare,' he says.
'I know. We will pretend that I am Juliet and you are Romeo and we will do the balcony scene,' I say.
'Was Juliet bare?'