Fair warning it's a bit of a long one, but sure I'll share:
A few years ago I was in vegas for a bachelor party (one of my buddies wanted to do one of those stereotypical "see strippers/get wasted" kind of things). Coincidentally we ended up going the weekend of the AVN Awards, so the area was super busy to the point in which getting hotel rooms were nigh-impossible (we booked ours a month in advance and had little problems even though I was staying at a different one than the 4 other guys attending). I'm in the lobby of the hotel checking my phone when I hear the name "John?" in a thick australian accent before I get grabbed on the shoulder, instantly making me jump. The woman apologizes and says she thought I was her director, I say no worries and that I didn't realize there were movie stars at the hotel (I had literally no idea who she was at the time).
It's a day later and the night of the bachelor party and I'm in the lobby waiting for a taxi when I notice the woman from yesterday is also there. She notices, waves/introduces herself, start chatting, and I ask her if she's been in any movies I may have seen (as with her demeanor/clothes her being a porn actress is the furthest thing on my mind). She mentions she's in town as a host for the AVN awards, I'm taken a back and mention something about her being too pretty for porn, she blushes, grabs a sharpie from her purse and scribbles down something, then offers me an envelope with a couple of extra tickets if me and my buddies felt like attending. My cab finally arrives after like 15mins, I shake her hand and tell her she's been a pleasure to talk to and head on my merry way.
Bachelor party is quite boring so I'll spare the details. I stayed sober throughout the entire thing due to a certain medical condition, the groom's brother got a lapdance from a stripper who had by far the hairiest armpits I've ever seen on something not named Harambe, and I spent most of the night being the "dad" of the group. Sometime during the guys getting lap-dances I bring up the AVN tickets to the groom and tell him of how I got them. I turn the envelope over to take out the tickets/show him when I notice Angela wrote something on the back, "Was a pleasure talking to you, here's my number if you want to chat some more, Ang". At this point he's super skeptical and suggests I'm pulling a joke on him. I end up texting her right then (it's around 10pm at this point) something like "Hey, it's Mikky, this party is super boring" with a selfie of me shrugging. She responds a few minutes later with her own selfie of her smiling with her head slightly tilted and the words "it's vegas, there's plenty of places to have fun". The rest of the guys return from their lapdances, and when they do he's just staring at me open-mouthed completely speechless and doesn't talk to me about it for the rest of the night.
The next day I'm eating lunch with a few of the guys (one of them had to cancel the 2 week vacation early due to his wife being paranoid about him cheating, which had us confused as if you're going to act like that why agree to him going to vegas in the first place), when I get a text from Angela that went something like "My date bailed on me for the afterparty tomorrow, you up for it?". At this point I'm visibly nervous, my hands are shivering and the guys can tell that something's off. Like it's one thing to be invited to a party by some casual friend, but by a new friend whose helped spill more global seed than Michael J Fox at a watermelon-eating festival? Really amps up the pressure. After about 5mins or so I text back that I'll happily go with her, she sends back another selfie of her with a large smile and the text "Thank you soooo much!".
AVN Awards happen, she ended up giving me pretty good tickets for the thing. It ended up being quite entertaining, they had Aries Spears as the host (who looked in amazing shape, like you'd be shocked that he's in his mid 50s with how good he looked) and he ended up keeping things quite respectful. After the show as we're leaving she texts me and tells me to wait outside the place. She comes out wearing a pretty cute black cocktail dress with a few of her friends (if I had to guess they were also porn-stars, but I've never really been good with names or familiar with that stuff so I'd be hard pressed to know exactly who they were), and me and the three young ladies catch a cab.
We arrive at the afterparty, and it was pretty shocking. The house it was at was super big, like I'm pretty sure area-wise it was as big as an average 4-story hotel. I follow Angela around, introducing myself to a few of her "colleagues" if you'd call it (I mentioned before that I'm terrible with names, but I do remember one of the guys introduced himself as Kieran and one of the shorter blonde women was named Jessica). I end up getting into a conversation with a different male porn-star and one of the directors, and mention the fact that one of my bucket list things has always been to appear in one of those movies but that the only "stiff" part about me is my neck. They both laugh, and he hands me a business card and tells me that he's always directing stuff in Los Angeles and to give him a call if I was ever in the area. Rest of the party is pretty fun, I end up taking a bunch of pictures with who were apparently super popular porn-stars and me and Angela end up sharing a cab back at like 3am.
About 3 months later I decide to go to LA for a vacation (this is around mid-april or so), as I figured with most "major league" sports not going on it wouldn't be as busy and everything would in turn be cheaper. Within an hour of landing I text the director, tell him I'm in LA if his offer was still on the table. He responds super quickly, says he's happy to hear from me again and that he was going to start a new shoot in a few days that'd be perfect and gives me an address/tells me to meet him there at 9am on Thursday (I got there on the Monday and had planned on staying for a week and a half).
I get there, and the place looks incredibly inconspicuous, a 3-story house on the end of a residential neighborhood. I knock on the door expecting to be trolled, and the director greets me and guides me to the backyard where there's a table full of food and a couple of people in those plastic lawn chairs. He hands me a copy of what was a pretty easy two-page script where I would play his female star's brother who invites over a friend, only for those two to get it on when I'm in the other room. The shoot ends up going off without a hitch (it was definitely weird being 5 feet away from 2 fully naked people), the director asked me afterwards if I was open to getting tested/possibly doing a sequel involving me (I refused even though the male pornstar that was there said I'd "be perfect for it"), and we kept in contact after that with us sending eachother christmas cards the last 2 years.
The entire experience still confuses me as to anyone else it would've been a "dream scenario" but to me it was just attending a party with a bunch of people who have seen eachother naked. It's like if someone with zero interest in sports was invited to play a game of 1 on 1 horse with Michael Jordan.
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Fair warning it's a bit of a long one, but sure I'll share:
A few years ago I was in vegas for a bachelor party (one of my buddies wanted to do one of those stereotypical "see strippers/get wasted" kind of things). Coincidentally we ended up going the weekend of the AVN Awards, so the area was super busy to the point in which getting hotel rooms were nigh-impossible (we booked ours a month in advance and had little problems even though I was staying at a different one than the 4 other guys attending). I'm in the lobby of the hotel checking my phone when I hear the name "John?" in a thick australian accent before I get grabbed on the shoulder, instantly making me jump. The woman apologizes and says she thought I was her director, I say no worries and that I didn't realize there were movie stars at the hotel (I had literally no idea who she was at the time).
It's a day later and the night of the bachelor party and I'm in the lobby waiting for a taxi when I notice the woman from yesterday is also there. She notices, waves/introduces herself, start chatting, and I ask her if she's been in any movies I may have seen (as with her demeanor/clothes her being a porn actress is the furthest thing on my mind). She mentions she's in town as a host for the AVN awards, I'm taken a back and mention something about her being too pretty for porn, she blushes, grabs a sharpie from her purse and scribbles down something, then offers me an envelope with a couple of extra tickets if me and my buddies felt like attending. My cab finally arrives after like 15mins, I shake her hand and tell her she's been a pleasure to talk to and head on my merry way.
Bachelor party is quite boring so I'll spare the details. I stayed sober throughout the entire thing due to a certain medical condition, the groom's brother got a lapdance from a stripper who had by far the hairiest armpits I've ever seen on something not named Harambe, and I spent most of the night being the "dad" of the group. Sometime during the guys getting lap-dances I bring up the AVN tickets to the groom and tell him of how I got them. I turn the envelope over to take out the tickets/show him when I notice Angela wrote something on the back, "Was a pleasure talking to you, here's my number if you want to chat some more, Ang". At this point he's super skeptical and suggests I'm pulling a joke on him. I end up texting her right then (it's around 10pm at this point) something like "Hey, it's Mikky, this party is super boring" with a selfie of me shrugging. She responds a few minutes later with her own selfie of her smiling with her head slightly tilted and the words "it's vegas, there's plenty of places to have fun". The rest of the guys return from their lapdances, and when they do he's just staring at me open-mouthed completely speechless and doesn't talk to me about it for the rest of the night.
The next day I'm eating lunch with a few of the guys (one of them had to cancel the 2 week vacation early due to his wife being paranoid about him cheating, which had us confused as if you're going to act like that why agree to him going to vegas in the first place), when I get a text from Angela that went something like "My date bailed on me for the afterparty tomorrow, you up for it?". At this point I'm visibly nervous, my hands are shivering and the guys can tell that something's off. Like it's one thing to be invited to a party by some casual friend, but by a new friend whose helped spill more global seed than Michael J Fox at a watermelon-eating festival? Really amps up the pressure. After about 5mins or so I text back that I'll happily go with her, she sends back another selfie of her with a large smile and the text "Thank you soooo much!".
AVN Awards happen, she ended up giving me pretty good tickets for the thing. It ended up being quite entertaining, they had Aries Spears as the host (who looked in amazing shape, like you'd be shocked that he's in his mid 50s with how good he looked) and he ended up keeping things quite respectful. After the show as we're leaving she texts me and tells me to wait outside the place. She comes out wearing a pretty cute black cocktail dress with a few of her friends (if I had to guess they were also porn-stars, but I've never really been good with names or familiar with that stuff so I'd be hard pressed to know exactly who they were), and me and the three young ladies catch a cab.
We arrive at the afterparty, and it was pretty shocking. The house it was at was super big, like I'm pretty sure area-wise it was as big as an average 4-story hotel. I follow Angela around, introducing myself to a few of her "colleagues" if you'd call it (I mentioned before that I'm terrible with names, but I do remember one of the guys introduced himself as Kieran and one of the shorter blonde women was named Jessica). I end up getting into a conversation with a different male porn-star and one of the directors, and mention the fact that one of my bucket list things has always been to appear in one of those movies but that the only "stiff" part about me is my neck. They both laugh, and he hands me a business card and tells me that he's always directing stuff in Los Angeles and to give him a call if I was ever in the area. Rest of the party is pretty fun, I end up taking a bunch of pictures with who were apparently super popular porn-stars and me and Angela end up sharing a cab back at like 3am.
About 3 months later I decide to go to LA for a vacation (this is around mid-april or so), as I figured with most "major league" sports not going on it wouldn't be as busy and everything would in turn be cheaper. Within an hour of landing I text the director, tell him I'm in LA if his offer was still on the table. He responds super quickly, says he's happy to hear from me again and that he was going to start a new shoot in a few days that'd be perfect and gives me an address/tells me to meet him there at 9am on Thursday (I got there on the Monday and had planned on staying for a week and a half).
I get there, and the place looks incredibly inconspicuous, a 3-story house on the end of a residential neighborhood. I knock on the door expecting to be trolled, and the director greets me and guides me to the backyard where there's a table full of food and a couple of people in those plastic lawn chairs. He hands me a copy of what was a pretty easy two-page script where I would play his female star's brother who invites over a friend, only for those two to get it on when I'm in the other room. The shoot ends up going off without a hitch (it was definitely weird being 5 feet away from 2 fully naked people), the director asked me afterwards if I was open to getting tested/possibly doing a sequel involving me (I refused even though the male pornstar that was there said I'd "be perfect for it"), and we kept in contact after that with us sending eachother christmas cards the last 2 years.
these people were probably glad to have met a normal dude without any psychological issues
The entire experience still confuses me as to anyone else it would've been a "dream scenario" but to me it was just attending a party with a bunch of people who have seen eachother naked. It's like if someone with zero interest in sports was invited to play a game of 1 on 1 horse with Michael Jordan.