Day Three – Thursday: The Devinn Lane Show
Third day in L.A., and Felicia Fox finally gets laid. She had an 11am call time at the Sin City Studios on Deering St. – lots of companies shoot there – so I had her up early with some coffee from the Quickee Mart and then I packed her bag while she was in the shower. Marilyn Monroe robe, furry slippers, hair crimper, condom & lube bag (complete with Crowns, those pinkish condoms preferred by directors because they’re more difficult to see on film — available free at A.I.M.) , cosmetic case, jewelry bag, lingerie for the stills, high heels, copy of current HIV test, copy of two forms of ID, hairspray, pic, camera, deodorant, baby wipes (for post-scene removal of jism), towel, magazines, cosmetic sponges.
Felicia arrives on set at 10:45 am, 15 minutes prior to her call time, which may or may not raise some eyebrows. I carry her bags inside for her, saying hello to Steve Hatcher, the man who will soon be violating my girlfriend, on the way in the door. Steve’s a nice guy — we’ve hung out with him on several sets when he’s been working with other actresses. This will be
Felicia’s first scene with him.
I’m sure guys out there are wondering how a guy gets hooked up for a scene like this. Steve is very well known in the industry … he’s done hundreds of scenes for the big production companies. When Devinn called us a few weeks ago and asked her who she preferred to work with, Felicia gave her a short list of names…Marc Davis, Dale DaBone, Ian Daniels, Bobby Vitale, Lee Stone, Eric Masterson, Dillon Day, and Steve Hatcher, all guys she had worked with in the past, other than Marc and Steve. Marc was unavailable, so Steve got the nod from Devinn, evidently. Everybody’s happy.
You know, I just realized something. Why wasn’t Mike South on the list?
Ya WHY AM I NOT on that list? This needs to be rectified immediately Mr. Case I want directors everywhere to know that I am one of the “chosen few”, though it isn’t likely I’m gonna get that call…Hey I was on Melissa Hill’s list.
Anyway, I kissed Felicia goodbye, said hello to Devinn (god, she’s gorgeous and so fucking sweet), shook Steve’s hand and told him to break a leg (break a penis?), and hit the road.
11am at this point.
Felicia hits the makeup chair, and I head to Kinko’s to deal with her feature booking agents. “Sugar and Spice”, a strip club in Alexandra, Louisiana, wants her rom August 1 – 4. No problem. A club in Minneapolis wants her from August 7-10. Okay…can we drive from Louisiana to Minneapolis in three days? No problem. Contracts are faxed to me, signed, and then faxed back. Massive time spent on the cell phone. Prices negotiated. Email checked. Even got the chance to chat with Mike South and Goddess, briefly. The beloved Harry Weiss calls — “What are you doing tonight? Meet me at Deja Vu in Beverly Hills at 9.” John Finberg calls — “What are you doing tonight? Meet me for dinner in the valley at 8.” Steve Seidman calls — “I’m in town…what are you doing tonight? I’m hosting a hospitality suite in the valley until 9.”Jesus. The thankless life of a suitcase pimp.Head back to Sin City at 2:30 to see how things are going. Steve is sitting outside in his street clothes — not a good sign. “Hey, bud — you guys done already?” I ask.He laughs. “Man, it’s going to be HOURS.”Great. I stop in, say hi to Felicia again, ask her if she needs anything, and head out to a bookstore.6:30 pm. I head back to the studio. Stop at the entrance door, make sure my cell phone is turned off (directors hate cell phones going off in the middle of a scene) and sneak (very quietly) in the door.The abrupt change from sunlight to blackness blinds me, and I sit still for a moment to let my eyes adjust. I hear a familiar moaning in the Devinn Lane sits in front of the monitors on a couch. The set is invisible from where we are, around the corner behind a barrier. The monitors show a wrestling ring from two different angles — two cameramen shooting two couples who are having sex in the ring. Felicia is in one corner of the ring, standing on the ropes facing out from the corner, while Steve is behind her, doing that humping and pumping thing. They’re both just a bit sweaty from the lights. In the other corner, Kyle Stone is having his way with a girl whose name (I think) is Rhiannon…pretty and paler than Felicia, taller with a tattooed armband.I find out later that the way the scene went was this — Felicia and Rhiannon were catfighting, wrestling in this ring in their skimpy outfits. Steve Hatcher and Kyle Stone are the commentators, sitting at a table just outside the ring. (The catfighting, I find out later, almost got out of hand, with both girls getting cut and bruised, body slams, etc. Felicia, as is already well known, is a badass). One of the girls gets tossed out of the ring and onto the table into the commentators, waking them up from their (mutual?) daydream in which they’ve been banging the two girls. The daydream
sequence makes up the sex scene, which is now being shot. Typical west coast scene, it sounds like. Oral both ways, two positions, and a pop and you’re out. They shoot the softcore footage after the hardcore, with the positions being altered slightly so that no erect penises are visible to the camera. Two versions will later be assembled in the editing room from the raw footage, one hardcore for video release, and one softcore for cable channels.
The couple finish up their doggy-on-the-ropes position, then the girls lay flat on their backs for the missionary. Steve and Kyle go to work while the girls alternately shout, moan, kiss each other, and call for more lube. Felicia, getting into it, grabs a handful of Steve’s hair and seems to be trying to pull it out by the roots.
Devinn seems pleased with the scene. She remarks to me how much she loves Felicia’s natural breasts bouncing all over the place.The scene ends with the two requisite pop shots, with Steve Hatcher launching a salvo of semen from between Felicia’s legs that winds up all over her forehead and hair, narrowly missing her eyes. “Oh my god, I’m sorry,” he tells her.
“Thank god for false eyelashes,” she laughs.
That didn’t save her from mine see it in my members section !
A few still shots of the girls kissing with jism on their faces, and they’re done. Showers, kisses and hugs all around, “Thanks Devinn… call me if you ever need me again,” and we’re out the door. 8 pm. 9 hours for her on the set and she’s starving. We hit the Chili’s on Reseda with John Finberg (where, to her horror, she notices a smudge of jism on her cheek in the middle of dinner), make a quick swing by the Rainbow Room for a drink, and we’re back at the Motel 6 by 10:30pm. Sorry we couldn’t make it over to see you Harry — I promise we’ll hook up later in the week, though.She’s exhausted. I rub her back. Zzzzzzzzz.Tomorrow, she has a meeting with Playboy at World Modelling.
I would love tou hear you write back and say “We told Palyboy to kiss our fucking ass because they are sell outs trying to save what is left of the crumbled empire on the backs of porn chicks whom they fucking hate. Fat Chance of THAT happening.
