It's my second day on the job. Yesterday was filled with filling out forms, drug testing, and more HR paperwork. Today is my first day on set.
I worried when Alison offered to get me this job that I would be the oldest guy on set. I mean, how many other fifty year olds are restarting their careers from the bottom. I'm not. I am still the oldest production assistant on set, but there are actually quite a few people close to my age. That pushes down on some of my nerves.
Alison is the headlining talent for this particular production. I asked to have her not tell people about being related. I didn't want to get the gig because I was her father. I'd always been interested in the industry, and Alison getting her big break last year and my own divorce from her mother earlier this year really opened up the possibilities of me getting to work in my dream job.
Well, eventually I'd get to work in the dream job. Today I was paying my dues as a glorified gopher and pack mule. But, everyone had to start somewhere, even in the porn industry.
I'd worked my first scene this morning. I helped set up lighting and booms before being sent on coffee runs for the producers and director. It wasn't one of Alison's scenes thankfully. I still wasn't sure how comfortable I would be watching my own daughter get railed in front of me.
It was pretty easy getting through the initial scenes this morning though. I was so busy on set and making runs for various people that I actually didn't have time to sit around and watch what was being done on set. I really hoped the frenzy continued into the afternoon when Alison was set to shoot.
I scarfed down lunch between runs. Just a quick sandwich and bottle of water. Before I knew it, it was time for Alison's scene. Today she was shooting a small gangbang with five older guys. After the rush from this morning I was fairly certain that I wouldn't have time to watch this scene either.
I once again helped set up the little details in the scene before the talent came out. I was helping adjust the overhead boom with one of the sound guys when I heard the director start yelling and cursing up a storm.
"Goddamnit! Find the little prick and get him on set. Now!" He was yelling when I tried to sneak past. I sure didn't want him to take his anger out on me or anything.
As I was slinking past, making my way toward the back of the room, one of the producers grabbed my arm. "Go back to Ronnie's room and see what the holdup is. We need him on set right now. Do whatever you need to do, but get him here, now," she whisper yelled in my ear.
I nodded my head and quickly ran off toward the makeup and changing rooms for the various talent. This was a small time production all things considered, so no one had their own rooms. I asked around makeup, I checked every changing room, I checked every stall in every bathroom, But Ronnie wasn't anywhere around as far as I could tell. I dreaded having to go out and tell the director that Ronnie wasn't even here.
When I came back into the room where the scene had been set up I looked around for the producer who had sent me on my doomed errand. I didn't find her before the director noticed me though. "Hey, new guy. Come over here."
I jumped a little and made my way over. "Sir, I looked everywhere and asked everyone. No one has seen Ronnie at all today."
The director continued to look at me. He had a strange expression on his face as he ran his eyes over me from top to bottom. He leaned over and began to have a whispered conversation with a different producer. I started to edge away from where I was, but the director held his hand up and I froze in place.
"Ok. This isn't ideal, but here's what we're going to do. Scene calls for five older guys. We have four. Anyone else that could sub in is busy and already has a job." He looked me in the eyes, "Except you. You're going to be guy number five today. Give all your info to Suzy here," he pointed his thumb at the producer he'd been whispering with. "Then I'm going to throw you in the scene." He turned away from me and yelled out for a blue, whatever that was.
Suzy stepped forward and tried to calm me down. She could obviously see the panic in my eyes. I wanted to be behind the scenes, not in the scenes. I'd always had a little bit of stage fright. I couldn't imagine how that was going to translate into me being able to perform now.
Suzy handed me a tiny blue pill. She said it would help my nerves so I downed it really quick. I'd take whatever help I could get.
She led me back to makeup and costumes where I was quickly stripped down and had makeup applied to places I never thought makeup could or should go. Since everyone else was already on set waiting I was attacked by several people at once and completed in record time.
It wasn't very long before I was being led back to the set. By then I could already feel at least part of me getting excited. I don't remember the last time I was this hard. It was about then that I realized what that little blue pill must have been. Suzy wasn't worried about my actual nerves. She was just worried that they'd keep me from performing.
As I stepped up onto the set I made a second realization. This was Alison's scene. No one knew that we were related, so no one thought anything about me stepping up into the role. It was too late to say anything now as I got my first look at Alison today. And my first glimpses of her naked since she was little.
It was easy to see why no one made the connection that we were related. She took after her mother more than anything. She was short, with bleach blonde hair, and the kind of curves that would make a man weep. It wasn't surprising that she had shot up in popularity as soon as she started making films. She was a knockout, and even I could recognize that.
