The Hardest (Working) Man in Showbiz by Ron Jeremy

inside. “Right this way.”
    I was already having second thoughts. When the producers gave me the address for today’s shoot, I had expected it to be a studio warehouse, or at least something that passed for a proper movie set. Instead, it was at a town house in lower Manhattan, which had been loaned to the producers just for the weekend. It all seemed too amateurish, like a student film that was operating on a limited or nonexistent budget. I wondered if it was too late to make a break for it.
    I began to relax as the PA led me inside. The living room was filled with boom mics and cameras. Electricians were mounting lights, gaffers were running equipment, the director was barking orders at his crew. At least it looked like a real movie.
    I walked in just in time to watch the first scene in progress. Samantha Fox, the film’s lead and star attraction, was sitting on the floor, chatting with her male costar. I’d never met her before, but I was well aware that she was one of the biggest names in the business. I thought about introducing myself, but I didn’t want to interrupt. And it seemed a little weird just to walk up to a completely naked woman and say hello.
    The director called for action, and Samantha began furiously sucking on her partner’s cock. The crew and I watched silently, though they seemed more bored by the proceedings than I was. She gave it a few more strokes before looking up at the camera.
    “When I have a lovely piece of flesh like this in front of me, I just fall apart,” she said. “Most guys don’t know it, but all women are tigresses. You should feel my cunt right now. It’s open and wet.”
    She returned to her task, gulping down the guy’s shaft as if she thought it might contain some magical elixir. Just the idea that I would soon be on the receiving end of this human vacuum cleaner was enough to give me a woodie.
    “Not every gal is as direct as I am when it comes to hard cocks,” she continued. “That doesn’t mean they love stiff pricks any less. Sexually, they’re tigresses, too. They just use a different approach. Some set their traps in the thorny jungles of social acceptability.”
    I felt a tug at my shoulder, and I turned to see another PA motioning toward the stairs. I followed him up to the second floor and into a back bedroom. Inside, there were five men standing around, talking among themselves and looking just as nervous as I felt. Sitting on the bed was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and not a stitch of clothing.
    The PA cleared his throat, and I managed to avert my gaze, at least momentarily, from the naked girl.
    “Hello, Ron,” he said. “I just wanted to take a moment to welcome you to our set. I understand this is your first shoot.”
    I shook his hand and tried to focus on keeping my balance. I had the sudden sensation that I might pass out at any moment.
    “We’ve seen you in Playgirl , and we know you’re a college-educated boy, and, from what we can gather, you have a nice, big dick.”
    “Uh, thanks,” I said, swallowing hard.
    “Hopefully you’ll have fun today. As you saw, Samantha is in the middle of a scene right now, but we’ll probably be ready for you in another fifteen minutes or so. In the meantime, feel free to enjoy Christie here.”
    He pointed toward the naked blonde girl. She smiled at me, and I gave her a wave. “Christie is our fluffer for today,” he said. “And she’ll be getting you hard so you’re ready when the time comes.”
    “Sounds great,” I said. I glanced over at the other guys, who didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving. “So, uh, do we do it here or is there anyplace more private that we could…?”
    “There are four bedrooms on this floor. Feel free to use any of them.”
    “Good to know,” I said.
    “If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
    “Is there a script?”
    “Excuse me?” he said, already turning to leave.
    “A script. I haven’t learned my lines yet,