Even though it has been a couple months since I’ve been doing adult modelling, my official baptism in the adult industry came a few weeks ago. At least that’s what it felt like when I was hosing myself down in the backyard of the rural house we were using as our set. Baptism by wet t-shirt. I guess the only way I could be baptised in a more porny way would be by being hosed down with sperm instead of water.
It was a Saturday and I was having a shoot at a place that looked perfect for murdering someone and easily hiding the bodies on the same property. A canvas walled two bedroom house that has doubled as a set many times, with shanty town looking tin shacks that look like the type of place that would have a toothless man strumming a banjo and spitting tobacco out front.
I gave myself an hour and a half on the drive over to get from my place in Oakland to Martinez. I wound through the hills, hopelessly out of cell phone range, following a set of directions that would have been more effective getting me to Narnia then where I actually needed to be. Had I not run into the artistic director, who was similarly lost, I might never have found the actual site of the shoot. When I arrived the house was bustling with activities, male and female models in various stages of undress.
The day would be filled with self shot photos and videos, studio shots and chat video. Because this was a dating website our job as models was to look like sexy singles or couples looking for dates or hookups.
I couldn’t help but think back to dating site ads I had seen while surfing porn, that featured a picture of someone taking a shot with a camera phone in the mirror. Now here I was, posing with a photographer and holding my arm up and out of view to give the picture that homemade look. Soon there will be ads on sites that will pop up with my face and a caption akin to ‘meet sexy singles like this in your area.’
The strangest part of the shoot was when I filmed chat scripts. The premise was that I would be talking to a webcam audience but with pre-scripted responses in order to tease them enough to lure them to the dating site. The finished product would be a chat video popping up on a site and me saying something like “Hey, hot stuff, Im so happy you are here.”
I read from the BBW and cougar scripts. It’s strange in a way now being 31 I’m lumped in with Cougars and MILF’s regardless of the fact that I have no kids. It feels sexy to be seen as ‘womanly hot,’ but weird at the same time.
Meanwhile, a blond 18 year old model was placed in a room decorated with pink polka dots and she played a naughty college student. I’ll admit to a small amount of sadness that I can no longer play a slutty coed unless I’m a Resumer.
The whole shoot was odd. Even down to the fact that lunch meant a full cast of grown people and crew, many of whom were BBW’s and BHM politely gathering around at lunch time what was clearly not going to be enough pizza to satisfy everyone.
It was a professionally done shoot by a reputable company, but the backwoods location and the lack of proper organization and planning made it interesting. Four models cancelled and the majority of us were getting lost in the winding roads of Murderville. When we did arrive there was no set order or schedule. And no one seemed to have gotten the memo it was an all-day shoot, which it really didn’t need to be.
Griping aside, I do appreciate the opportunities my work affords me to cuddle up to cute strangers. Whether it was making a faux short vacation vid with my ‘boyfriend’ or taking pictures in a shower with a different ‘boyfriend,’ something about having your arms around a random half naked stranger whether they are hot or not is a bit titillating.
By the time the ‘baptism’ came we were all chums. All the models were meant to do wet t-shirt shots. We giggled and joked as we all got into white outfits. The boys started it off, one of whom took his pants and underwear off so they wouldn’t get wet, so while I was waiting for my own hose shower I just stared at this half naked model and his schlong. It was kind of glorious, considering he was being hosed in cold water I can’t imagine that thing in full mast instead of under duress.
It was at that moment, before I hosed myself down my body, that I remembered why I like my job. Even the shoots I do where there is no sex there are still sexy elements. Here I was, perving on a stranger and getting paid for it. I would much rather take half naked pics and videos, tease and play and watch male models hose themselves of then have a normal straight job. I’m just looking forward to a future of crazier and more obscure shoots. Like, maybe one day I’ll stick a banana in a boys butt or be put in bondage by slutty clowns.
Whatever the case may be, despite the rocky ness I’ve encountered along the way, I’m still on this adult modelling ride for now.