A night with porn stars By Ose Oyamendan

A few years ago, I went to Las Vegas for my birthday. For four years, they’d been asking and I’d said no. I’ve always felt that when you cross into the land of thirties, birthdays become a bore. But, my friends think different: they think birthdays become a jamboree. Because I was tired of long debates that end with a “no”, I said yes that year.

My actor friend who believes the paparazzi are always trailing him was on the trip. Every time I point out that I hardly see his pictures in these glossy magazines, he counters that I can’t see what I don’t look at since I don’t read these magazines. In deference to him, we agreed to go out of the hotel through the back entrance.

We were dressed and ready to club hop and rock Vegas. It’s one of the things you do in Vegas; you hit the dance floor at a club for an hour then run to another. At the end of the night, you go back to your hotel room, pop a couple of aspirin and sleep till the sun is in the middle of the skies.

As we stepped into the private, parking entrance, we ran into a group of drop-dead gorgeous girls. You had to be blind not to take a second look at them. The girls said their “hellos” by lifting their blouses and shaking their bare breasts at us. If you work in this industry, that was nothing.

But, they got our full attention when one of them twirled around in her loose skirt, revealing she was going into the night, “commando”. “Oh, yeah,” one of my friends exclaimed, “this is going to be a great night!”

These girls were ready to party and we will party. This will be a birthday trip for the ages! Another of my friends who was a little on the religious side hung back with me with and the only other married guy in our group. But, even the religious guy couldn’t snap his jaw shut or take his eyes off the girls.  

Turns out, they were all porn actors and were in Vegas for the annual awards in their industry. It’s called the AVN awards or the porn Oscars. Listening to them talk, it sounds more entertaining than the Oscars. And, from the little stories I heard, they weren’t wrong.

We followed them into a part of the hotel where the “actors” and directors were mixing freely. These guys love themselves – they kiss freely, nibble at erotic parts of their bodies and, quite a few of them, wore such transparent dresses, there was nothing left to imagine.

I kept thinking, I could have been part of this crowd if fate had blown me and my conscience a different way. At the end of my first semester in film school, I met a producer on a film set who liked me enough that he invited me to a pricey lunch where he offered me a chance at directing films. I was excited! Just a semester in film school and I was going to be directing features!

Not so fast, the producer cautioned, he was recruiting me to direct porn movies and I have a good chance of making over $60,000 a year for a few films. Just in case I was developing a conscience, he told me one of the most successful directors in the history of filmmaking started out by directing porn movies. 

It was tempting but I knew if I said yes I would give my mother a heart attack. After the meeting, I took a short drive around the place they call porn city or the valley of porn.

The porn capital of America, maybe the world, is in the San Fernando Valley of California, some thirty miles from Los Angeles. On any given day, several girls come into town looking for their big break in porn stardom. In a year, tens of thousands of starlets wander around these streets.

Signs screaming “modeling agencies” hang on top of quite a few buildings. In the world of porn, a port actor is also known as a figure model. Some of these agencies are porn agencies but some of the porn factories don’t even hang signs on their shingles. The girls come by word of mouth.

Don’t try telling the girls and boys that they are a drag on the society. It’s a $10billion dollar one, large enough to compete with the budget of a third of the world’s countries. The state of California reaps a tidy annual tax income from the industry. And, the models earn enough per film shoot to live a comfortable middle class life. At least until the next wave of girls arrive to knock them off.

My married friend snapped my friends out of the drowning ship when he bellowed, “dudes, we gotta bail – I’m not ready to half my stuff for this”. In many American states, if you get sued for a divorce, you’re likely to lose half your assets to your wife, except of course you have a very good lawyer. Sometimes the journey to the divorce courts start like these, with an innocent dabbling into flesh in the city of sin called Vegas. But, you still gotta love Vegas.

 

 


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