Our performance during Deacon X’s Fetish Night, on Sunday, January 17th, went very well. The turnout was tremendous, and I think it had a lot to do with the fact that the next day was a holiday. It must be hard planning an event that goes late into the night, on the eve of the beginning of the workweek. Actually, the place was already pretty full when we showed up at 10:30pm that evening. There was a very attractive and skilled fire dancer/performer doing her thing in the middle of the club, and she had the crowd all around her watching intently. I only caught a bit of it, but I thought it looked magnificent.
Our main host was, of course, Deacon X, and MY LOVE and I were pleased to meet him, but it was Johnny who initially contacted us, showed us around and generally made us feel right at home. We stopped by Berbati’s, where the event is held every third Sunday of the month, a few hours before the place actually opened. Johnny, Deacon X and the rest of the crew were there several hours early, getting the place in order, and we mainly wanted to take a look at the stage to make sure that what we had planned was feasible. Johnny greeted us outside, showed us around the club and took us downstairs to the “green room” where performers can change their clothes, get their make-up on, store their valuables, etc. And when we came back to the club again, later in the evening, it was Johnny who greeted us, took us around and introduced us to people, provided some drink tickets and made certain we were comfortable and taken care of. Everyone we met was polite and helpful, and they all seemed to work together very well. Everyone seemed to be smiling, nobody ever looked stressed, and I still don’t know how they managed to pull it all off. It was a great experience.
After the fire dancer/performer there was a good section of time where everyone was allowed to dance. MY LOVE and I took this opportunity to get a little relaxed with a few drinks. We were, I’ll admit, a bit nervous. Yes, we fuck on camera for a living, and we have performed for other production companies – we’ve even fucked in front of groups of people during parties and events – but this was just different enough to be a little nerve-wracking. We spent some time down in the green room, running over last minute details, but the club was too interesting to ignore. The number of people made me a bit nervous too, but in the end I’m glad that many got to witness what we did. I gave a friend of ours one of our cameras, and asked him to record our performance, but he somehow messed that up. According to Johnny, they have a person who takes tons of photographs during the night, and there might even be some video that they managed to record, made available to us. Any photos or video we get we are eager to share, because it was a damn good performance.
I’m going to save the description of what we did for another post. When we were finished, MY LOVE and I disappeared into the green room again for a brief moment, but we were so buzzed that we really wanted to grab one more drink and maybe do a bit of dancing. I hate to admit it, but I still feel incredibly awkward and ridiculous trying to dance. I managed to get into a few songs and kind of let go, but it wasn’t the freeing experience I think most people enjoy. If you play the right music – and they had plenty of it that evening – I definitely want to let go, but I am just too aware of eyes following me in the darkness. When I’m performing, it’s one thing, but when I’m dancing I just don’t have the confidence. While we were out there, a young lady stopped and told us that our performance was the best she’d ever seen at the club. We received quite a few compliments, which only boosted our high. What a magnificent feeling!
We didn’t even take the stage until midnight. If you know anything about us, you know that’s LATE in our book. By the time we had our final drink, danced a bit and gathered our belongings from the green room it was past one in the morning. Both of us were hungry, and I think eager to get home and do some celebratory fucking. It was a wonderful night that we hope to top in April, when we go back and do another performance. My mind is already working on a few ideas…
To Deacon X, Johnny and the rest of the staff/helpers that were around that evening, we give a BIG THANK YOU for your kindness and hospitality. We will definitely see you all again in April.
Look for pictures and the description of our performance, coming soon!
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MY LOVE writes:
***I had been corresponding with the folks at Bella Morte Productions since early December. Our shoot date was set for the 17th of January. Talk about organized! This company even sent me scripts in advance so I would know what we were planning to shoot, clothing needed for each set and if anything else special was needed.
You will need to visit the Bella Morte site: www.bellamorteonline.com/ and their sister site; Beauty Productions: www.beautypllconline.com/ to see all the crazy stuff we did that day!!
An overview to whet your appetite:
- I was chloroformed and raped, then my throat was slit.
- I lost in a game of strip poker.
- My husband sold me to his bookie to repay a gambling debt.
- I drowned in a bathtub and had to be resuscitated.
- My fellow med student friend accidentally killed me while learning how to use a defibrillator.
You are starting to get the picture.
Thank you, Beauty Productions, for a FUN day!!!***
There is already a scene up from the shoot, on Bella Morte, with a preview and everything. Stop by and check it out!
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I don’t want to write about this. I don’t want to bitch and moan about the pieces of shit we sat next to at the movie theatre last night, but I have to. It’s not even that what I have to say is of any real importance. I think I just need to vent.
MY LOVE and I went to see a movie tonight. We sat in the back row – as far back as I could get so that I could eliminate the possibility of a clueless asshole sitting behind me and 1) Talking 2) Kicking the back of my chair 3) Loudly consuming food. I went to use the restroom during the previews, and when I came back a couple had taken the end of our tiny row. No big deal. As I sat down, the movie began, and ten minutes into it another couple decided to sit down right next to MY LOVE. Two minutes later, the female was standing up and answering her cell phone as she walked out of the theatre. The man she was with followed her a few minutes later.
The couple on my right, at the end of the row, did not stop whispering for more than a minute, during the first twenty of the film. The guy was sitting close to me and he thought it was such a wonderful movie that he was snapping, gesticulating and making comments or retorts to what was happening on the screen. Every time they shifted in their seats MY LOVE and I could feel a strong thump travel all the way down and through ours. I thought that I could do a fair job of ignoring the majority of what they were doing and tried to lose myself in the movie. That’s when the other couple came and sat back down next to MY POOR GIRL again.
The female chose to sit next to her this time. I can’t tell you all that she must have experienced but I can tell you what I said and did. Ten minutes probably went by before a bright green glow began to bob and weave out of the corner of my left eye. It would move a bit, fade, then grow brighter and more prominent. Eventually, I leaned over MY LOVE and asked the guy if he would please turn off the phone so I didn’t have to see it glowing in the dark. He didn’t say a word, or give me a nasty look, he just shut the phone off. I was angry, and my heart was pounding, but I tried to shrug it off and get back into the movie again. The couple to my right would grow quiet and still, and I’d actually be able to get really engrossed in what was going on, but it didn’t last long.
The female sitting next to MY LOVE took out a rubber band and began winding it around her fingers, eventually placing it into her hair. It’s not like I was watching them – I just wanted to see the screen and hear the movie – but I guess I have good peripheral vision, even in the dark. The next thing I knew, the man and woman were sort of playfully punching each other in the legs and arms, and there was nothing I could do to NOT notice and react. I think I leaned over and said “What the fuck?!” really loudly. This time the reaction was no different. They both sat back and looked forward, like chastised little children. MY LOVE thinks they were probably in their early 20’s or late teens and I think they were probably mid to late teens. Either way, they were fucking old enough to know better, and they had many opportunities to stop acting like pieces of shit or exit the theatre.
What happened next took me by surprise. There was a lot of movement from the audience, during the film. Many bathroom breaks were taken, and I’m not surprised, as it was a long, action-filled flick. Once more, movement in the darkness past MY LOVE caught my eye. A dark form strode in and sat down in front of the couple that was next to MY LOVE, and a second dark form strode in right behind and squatted down next to them. Suddenly I heard a voice of authority telling them that people were complaining about their behavior, and if they couldn’t control themselves they’d be asked to leave. For one baffling moment I thought that my saying “What the fuck?!” had been so loud it had alerted someone outside the theatre that there was trouble. Then it dawned on me that the person sitting in front of the two rude idiots that had planted themselves next to MY LOVE had gone out and complained about them. I was so confused for a moment that I really didn’t react like I should have. I wanted to clap.
They got up and left about ten minutes later. I guess they felt unwelcome. It was clear they weren’t enjoying the movie, so why the hell didn’t they just leave? Were they completely oblivious to the affect their behavior was having? Obviously they weren’t, they just didn’t give a shit. The girl sitting in front of them, who went to complain about them, stopped me on the way out and we spoke for a moment. She told me that the assholes behind her had spent the time talking, kicking the back of her chair and throwing gum on her. Fucking unbelievable! I passed the both of them on the way to and from the bathroom, before we left the theatre, and I couldn’t bear to even look at them. Disgusting creatures.
The couple to my right? Well, they got on MY LOVE’s nerves more than they did mine, which is really saying someting. She never once spoke up, and I’m proud of her, but from what I understand her experience in the theater was just as miserable as mine was. She told me she sat there and gripped the arm of the chair for a while, and we both left very tense and resentful. Going to the movies should not be a stressful event. You should be able to go there and escape the worries of the day and the world. Instead, people bring their ignorance in by the armful, and they are proud and indignant about it. I, for one, am disgusted with the people I regularly encounter, and I am fed up. We are trying to move back to Portland so that we can get out and enjoy some “culture” but that will never happen if everywhere we go there are rude, oblivious assholes. It easily took us thirty minutes of distance – and venting – to get the tension out of our bodies. We both fumed about it all the way home.
I’m not going to say much more right now. I never told you about the couple we sat close to in a theatre in Central Oregon, who talked and coughed their way through an entire movie, and had serious attitude when we confronted them about it. I’ve also neglected to write about the piece of shit that continued to shove her knees into the back of my seat, on our plane trip to Hawaii, even after I asked her politely to stop. She was doing it less than two minutes after I turned around and spoke with her, and her ultimate response was that I needed to relax (and let her continue to shove her knees in my back) if I was going to Hawaii. The thought of just keeping her knees off the back of my seat didn’t seem to cross her mind. I guess going to Hawaii makes you exempt from the use of anything resembling decency or common sense. But those are stories you probably don’t want to hear, any more than you wanted to hear the one about tonight. I feel better though, so thank you for listening.
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I thought MY LOVE was doing a photo shoot today, for an upcoming layout in Hustler Magazine, but it turns out she was only supposed to get together with the make-up artist. They were going to try out some interesting ideas, and just do a bit of experimenting, but apparently the lady broke one of her fingers! The shoot isn’t actually until Saturday, so hopefully she’ll be in good enough shape to work her magic by then. Hustler really wants some more high-quality face shots for the big spread they are doing on Catherine de Sade. She is getting the designation: “Cougar of the Month”.
As most of you know, MY LOVE has already been in Hustler’s Taboo Magazine. We were actually in there together. Being in that particular issue came about from accidentally meeting and getting to know Ernest Greene and Nina Hartley, while shooting in California. Ernest works for Larry Flynt Productions, which obviously owns both magazines, and it was his suggestion that gave us the opportunity. This time around, it was an ad on Craigslist that MY LOVE answered that got her foot in the door. Hustler was looking for “Cougars” or “M.I.L.F.’s” and she technically falls in the former category, having never given birth to any demon spawn. I think once they found out she’d already been in Taboo it was very easy to decide to use her. That, and the magnificent pictures we’ve sent them to use.
We had a problem with one jerk photographer, who wouldn’t sign model release forms so that Hustler could use some photos he’d taken of us. It wasn’t enough that he was going to get exposure in one of the few adult magazines that is still rather popular, he wanted money as well. His attitude was really quite shitty. We probably had to contact six different photographers and ask for their permission, and most of them were thrilled with the idea. They were excited that their photos, along with full credits, were going to wind up in an issue of Hustler. The greatest part is; all of those who said, “Yes” were professionals who’ve been in their particular business for many years now, while the one ass who said, “No” is someone who hasn’t yet established a good reputation. We treated him with respect and even extended him a few courtesies because we thought he was a decent guy, but he did not respond in kind. There is no chance in hell we would now recommend him to anyone, and another bridge is burned…
The make-up artist that is going to work with MY LOVE has a photographer of her own that will be taking the face shots we hope to send to Hustler Magazine. She is working on her portfolio, and as I mentioned before, eager to try some different ideas out. I can’t wait to see what they create! MY LOVE just finished the interview questions that Hustler sent her, so these photos are the last thing to complete, and then they can start putting the layout together. Initially we were hoping for a March release, but they are usually three months ahead anyways, so it probably wont’ be out until late spring or early summer. No matter what, you can bet we’ll be letting you know well in advance. Not so many people bought the issue of Taboo with MY LOVE in it, but that magazine isn’t nearly as popular or mainstream as regular old Hustler. Heck, convenience stores and even reputable bookstores carry Hustler, while we had to go to three different adult stores to find the issue of Taboo…
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I’m going to give you the good part of this particular story before I let out the bad, so enjoy it while you can.
MY LOVE and I ventured out two nights in a row, to go to the movies. Last night, we decided to catch a flick that I have been eager to see for quite some time. It came out almost two months ago, so our choices regarding where we could see it now, were very limited. We wound up at a building that also houses two video arcades. Admission to their theatres is very cheap, but they are small and the sound system isn’t some amazing thing that’ll practically make you deaf. There is a separate charge to go and play video games, and the machines there run on nickels instead of quarters. I think we were about twenty minutes early, so I asked the guy we purchased our tickets from if it was necessary to pay the additional entry fee to go play a few games, knowing we’d be taking our seats to watch the movie shortly. Instead of taking the money they could get from allowing us to play for a few minutes, the clerk insisted that the separate entry fee had to be paid. So, MY LOVE and I stepped outside and began walking down the block to kill some time.
It was cold, and rainy, so I think we made it to the end of the street and then headed back to our vehicle. The first few minutes, we just sat there and got warmed up. As bad as the weather was, there were a lot of people out, walking by the front of our SUV. A young couple stood less than six feet from MY LOVE’s window and shared a cigarette, completely oblivious to our existence. I think I even had the engine running, but nobody that went by looked in at us. So, I did the only thing the situation called for, that I knew would help the time pass faster for the both of us. I pulled out my cock and told MY NASTY BITCH to take it in her hand.
Now, had the couple sharing the cigarette looked over, I don’t think they would have seen anything. They were standing beside a very bright sign and I am sure the light from it bounced off of our windows and made it nearly impossible for them to see what was going on. Add to that the accumulation of raindrops all over the windows and I’m certain we had nothing to worry about. But that didn’t stop me from fantasizing, and it didn’t stop MY SICK FUCK from talking about some of the meat that walked by. With the aid of her filthy mouth and skilled hand, I managed to get off pretty quickly. Just before I shot my load I told her to bring her mouth to it, and she expertly made every drop disappear. Even as we finished up the couple standing next to our vehicle continued to smoke.
We strolled back into the theatre and took our seats. The good part of the evening was, unfortunately, over…
Part 2 of this unfortunate story coming soon!
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