Kjersti

I used to be a pornographic actress. I say that as if I was a regular on the scene, I was not. I did two movies, one pretty much straight after the other and I just never really found the time to continue beyond this. I would say, if asked (not that too many people know the truth in order to ask!) that I have a mixed set of feelings towards having done this. Mixed because, while I am most certainly not ashamed of expressing my femininity in this way, I am still tinged with a slight fear that one day I will be recognised and that this will damage my livelihood somehow. In many ways this is why I haven’t told too many people about it although now, what with the internet and all, I do worry that it is far more easy to find my younger self trysting than it was before.

The first time was because a boyfriend of mine, a photographer, asked me if I would be interested in earning some cash. I was a student at the time and knew a few guys, including Jim, who were looking for ways to expand their photography course’s remit. He had seen an advert in the back of Men Only or somesuch looking for submissions of full length adult features from amateur filmmakers. I jumped at the chance, mainly as I saw it as a legitimate excuse to sleep with a couple of my exes with Jim’s express permission and, indeed, active involvement.

The shoot went well. We had hashed-out a sort-of script, well a plot-development, really. I had gotten a couple of guys that I knew from experience had ‘what it takes’ to agree to be involved and Jim had worked out the angles and lighting for each piece. It would no-doubt be a lot easier these days, but back then cameras needed high-quality set lighting to produce a good image.

We shot in Jim’s aunt’s house – she had given him the keys when she went on holiday – and a grand old place it was. My part was the au pair, left alone after the kids had gone to school my first meeting was with a builder come to build a new patio. We had a lucky break with the weather and as I pretended to spill (cold) tea on Mike the builder’s shirt I thought, ‘well, here goes nothin’!’ I needn’t have worried, Mike was a natural both off and on camera as it turned out, and Jim was more than happy to film his girlfriend sucking off some guy he’d only met before at band nights down the union. Well that scene ended with Mike licking his own spunk off my tits and promising to come back the follwing day with an ‘estimate’. We broke to watch the scene back and then on we went with scene two: the father of the house, my employer, comes home early to find me masturbating over his porn stash. After I plead with him not to tell his wife or to fire me, he relents but tells me I have to do as he asks. It was all very silly and ended with me on the sheepskin rug in front of the gas fire while he goes about it like a steam train. Iain, who starred in this role, was a tutor with whom I’d slept the previous term and was perfect for the role of handsome older man. The third scene we shot the following day, to let their balls recover. And involved the builder’s return and encountering the boss of the house, my character then mediated between them to get the price to a suitable level, which I did in the only way a horny girl knows how!

Well, we did pretty well out of the video. Considering we didn’t know what we were doing we were quite happy with the end result. Jim managed to edit the shoot on the college’s equipment without anyone knowing and even got a local band to agree to their grungy music being used over the action shots. The production company gave us £3 for every copy sold and we ended-up making a few hundred each.

Several years passed and I didn’t think anything more of it until a ‘phonecall one morning from none other than my old boyfriend, Jim. He was calling to pass on a message that some producers had seen my performance in ‘Serviced with a Smile’ and wanted to know if I was still performing. I said no, thanks, but took down the number he gave me anyway. By this time I was in my mid-twenties and had a steady job in a hospital. The hours were long but I had no need of the money any longer.

However, I was bored and horny that Saturday coming off nightshift and had had a glass of wine (ten in the morning, welcome to the medical world!), so I gave the number a call. Surprised that it was answered by a woman I chatted to her about the previous video, explaining that it had been a college adventure and that I wasn’t by any means a regular performer. But what she said caught my imagination – she was the producer in chief for the company and had elected to enter into the soft-core market. She was looking for a relative unknown, me, to star in a feature involving two best friends, female, who take things a bit further one night.

I’d always dreamt of this but never dared to experiment, perfect for the role, really! I booked a week off to come down to Brighton for the shoot the following month and this is where film two entered my life…