My day on a Porn Shoot II: The Money Shot

This is part two of Brett Hamm’s experiences on a porn shoot. You can read part one here.

One of the shoot’s male performers, Adam, was also something of a newcomer to pro porn (he’d done some amateur stuff but this was his first high-end shoot) and he had a similarly open take on things as Kara and Delilah.

As we sat waiting for his next scene—a blow job to be administered by Kiki Vidis (link NSFW), the shoot’s veteran star—he chatted quietly about his own journey from IT professional to porn actor. Like Delilah, Adam said he also really just wanted to try something different.

Following the breakdown of a long-term relationship, he’d felt the need to push himself in a new direction, got involved in Melbourne’s swinger’s scene and started experimenting sexually. Finding he enjoyed the lifestyle, Adam told me he decided to try a few amateur shoots with some friends (one of which was Kara) and eventually he found his way to Adult Voyeur. But although Adam’s adamant he enjoys it overall, he does admit it’s not always easy. “It’s pretty stressful,” he told me. “I get pretty anxious. The whole performance anxiety thing.” He even confided that he had to take a Viagra in order to get going for his first scene this morning, though by all accounts everything went fine once he was up and running.

At some point, Kiki joined us in the living room. Active in the business for six years starting at the age of 18, she’d spent most her time in LA working for some of porn’s big players and shooting with well-recognised stars. Only visa troubles had brought her back to Australia and between scenes she didn’t bother with sweats or t-shirts. She lounged flauntingly in tiny little blue panties and a chemise-type thing and basically gave me a terrible case of the old Will Farrell eyes (a fact I suspect was not lost on her). She made very frank suggestions like “Can we practice this cumshot? I don’t want another awkward moment again,” and vocally lamented experiences like running out of lube and then spitting instead, but spitting so much that you run out of spit and life gets rather dry and uncomfortable indeed.

Kiki didn’t talk to me a heck of a lot and usually only joined in to add the odd sideways comment, generally without looking up from her phone. She wasn’t unpleasant, but was sharper and more sarcastic than the others, and basically gave off an air of having done it all. She did tell me what happened when her parents found out she made a living having sex on camera, however. Her mum was apparently so shocked at where her money came from that she decided to do some photo shoots herself, ultimately using the money she made to get herself some new fake boobs. At this talk of family, Delilah admits that she has a brother and worries that one day he’ll unwittingly stumble upon something online that he may have a hard time recovering from.

When the BJ scene was ready to roll, I stood behind [director] Bourke Wills in the hall, crouched behind a pair of expensive-looking monitors. Turns out my view was pretty much restricted to those expensive-looking monitors, each of which showed the feed from one of two cameras. There’s really not much more to say about the action except that I saw Kiki give Adam a porno-grade blow job that made me rub my throat in sympathy. The sounds were all very much live-and-in-person, but as the actual action was only visible via video screen, it wasn’t much different to watching your bog-standard online video, except that there were various stops for direction: Kiki mouth-wipings, glasses-of-water-gettings, etc. Bourke’s wife Sinna was the de facto girl-minder and throughout she attended to their every need in a way I found genuinely touching.

The scene was clean and clinical, almost disappointingly matter-of-fact. The only moment of drama arose at the big climax when Adam obscured one camera’s view of the money shot with his arm. This produced much cursing from Bourke and a discussion over whether they’d fake it with one of the various humdrum substances I was amused to find out they used to fake such things [Cetaphil skin cleanser being the one I can remember.]

In the end though it was roundly decided that the other camera caught the crucial eruption with sufficient clarity to move on to the final scene before dinner. And it was to prove a doozy.

Stayed tuned for My day on a Porn Shoot: Part Three in tomorrow’s Milk Bar.