"OKAY, BITCH -- STRIP!"
[Confessions Of A Skin Photog]
By Dirk Calhoun
She stood there, totally naked except for a pair of high heels, garter belt and hose -- spicy lingerie both highlighting and accentuating the sensuousness of her succulent, golden bush, the hairy camouflage to her creamy cave."Okay, on three," said the photographer, starting the countdown.
Quickly, she put her hands on her heavenly hips, pulled in her stomach taut and tight, tilted her head slightly to the left, then, a radiant smile caressing her moistened mouth, arched her back.
"Three!" grunted The Photog. The Polaroid camera flashed.
"Want to take another?" said KIMBERLY KANE, a not-so-bashful blonde and the Porn-World's newest pneumatic nymph.
Why not!
The sun-tanned beauty with the bountiful and beatific boobs cupped one of those mammoth mounds, then brought her lips to the aroused nipple.
The Polaroid camera flashed again.
"You're a natural," said the cameraman.
"That's funny," laughed the perky prick-pleaser. "I thought I'd be nervous, but I guess I'm not."
Indeed, she wasn't. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that, in her early 30s, the scrumptious sex machine with the magnificent mammaries had thought a long time about entering the world of nude modeling, carnal cassettes, and X-Rated rectal romps.
No, she hadn't shown up today for her appointment with JIM SOUTH at World Modeling in Sherman Oaks, California just because she wanted to make a few quick drachmas by doffing her duds.
Far from it, in fact. Instead, the lush lady with the lubricious labia wanted a new career. Divorced, and tired of a backbreaking decade in nursing, she now opted for the much more glamorous -- and lucrative -- buck$-and-fucks-filled life of a voracious video vixen.
Thus, medicine's loss is Porndom's gain.
Silken and sophisticated, Kimberly is not the typical applicant at World Modeling, the No. 1 nudie agency in the universe. Photographers, producers and directors come from all hemispheres of the globe to hire South's sexy sirens.
But wait a second, a bloody-frigging second. What's going on here? Why is a Polaroid picture being taken? And of a lady erotically nekkid! Hmmnn, why?
Well, the Polaroid photo is the first step for the new lasses when they apply to become "figure" models.
It's necessary because 99-and-9/10s of the delicious darlings have never modeled before, and so not only do not have portfolios, but they seldom have any pictures of any kind of themselves at all, let alone bare ass shots! Thus, the instant pix are a necessity since Col. Jim South, a descendant of a Confederate general, needs something to show the several hundred clients he services.
And for most of the gals -- who average 19-years-old -- the scant few minutes they pose for the Polaroid is the most nervous time they'll ever have in modeling.
And that's because, as curvy cutie CHAZ VINCENT explains: "It's not only the first time most girls have had their picture taken with their clothes off -- but it's a stranger taking it, too!"
And that stranger, usually, is Col. South himself, the dapper Texan with the "aw, shucks," down-home chitlins-and-cornpone persona of a true land baron and plantation owner.
"Then," the internationally renowned agent explains, "when a photographer does a shooting, we ask for a few chromes, and I have them blown up and put in the books, replacing the temporary Polaroids.
"But the Polaroid is a must to get a girl started."
The quickie photos, of course, do not do justice to the ladies, because usually they are not wearing makeup, there is no structured professional lighting, and also the "model" is completely inexperienced.
But if a girl has "it," as the Polaroids illustrating this article amply show, "she'll get work, and plenty of it," smiles Col. South.
Before any picture is taken, though, the young woman must present two separate pieces of identification -- and one of them must have a photo of her, as drivers' licenses and passports do -- to prove her legal age of 18 or older.
"And no matter how striking or beautiful she looks," the amiable talent titan went on, "and even if she appears to be in her late 20s -- the IDs are an absolute must!"
And once the lady gets started, the money is exceptionally good. A shooting for HUSTLER, or any of the other top men's magazines, can net a lovely a fast $2,000.
Doing videos also pay$ big Buck$$$$. For some shapely lasses with especially magnetic asses, once they gain star billing and a name, $1,000 a day is not unusual.
Then, too, there is the opportunity to sign an exclusive contract with a specific company.
Those deals, which Jim South negotiates, work out to extra-plush working conditions and rocketing high number$ for sexual super-novas like TORI WELLES, TAMI MONROE, TRACI LORDS, KASCHA, and CHRISTY CANYON, to name a few.
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The lady looked very prim and proper. Her skirt and blouse were very conservative, her hair was pulled back, and she wore a pair of plain-rimmed glasses. Very school-teacherish, circa about 1950.
"So modeling interests you?"
"Yeah," she replied.
"And doing videos??"
"Of course!" she snapped.
"And you wouldn't be embarrassed?"
The lady turned and stared at her questioner as if he were a hayseed who had just fallen off the turnip truck.
"You outta your mind?!" she hissed. "I can double fist-fuck myself -- up my pussy and my asshole at the same time!"
Oh-h-h.
The lady, of course, was VIPER, who was sitting on a sofa in Jim South's office not too long ago, waiting to be interviewed by the Colonel himself.
And her questioner was just a soft-hearted photog who didn't think this plain-Jane had much pictorial potential, and was just trying to make conversation simply to help the lady feel more at ease.
Thus, a point: If it's true that you can't tell a book by it's cover, it's equally true that you can't tell a cunt by her's either. Such are the surprises in the skin trade.
Still waters often run deep -- frequently at least seven inches deep -- and even a dame with average looks can turn out to be the Supreme Princess of Pervs!
Then there's another type that offers yet a more pleasantly prurient surprise as well. That's the bona fide stunner who is so striking, so sophisticated, a guy has to wonder how this dream -- who is damn near a 10 on anyone's Pecker-Checker -- decided to get into the public pussy pounding universe of fuck-and-suck flicks.
TAWNII is a good example.
Tall and tantalizing, dressed as tastefully and as chic as the most affluent Beverly Hills beaut -- plus, with a warm and endearing personality to match -- Tawnii wanted to make a few extra buck$.
More important, though, having seen some of the better porn shows, her libido suddenly went BOINNGGGG-G-G-G!
Thus, she had an uncontrollable urge to merge with some of the medium's most renowned males -- PETER NORTH, RANDY WEST, TOM BYRON.
And it's been said that visual smut doesn't stimulate women; like hell it doesn't!
LYNN LeMAY had a similar crotch compulsion. Highly educated and with the sophistication of a gorgeous young woman who has traveled the world -- which she has, as a former army wife -- now came the time for her to sow some of the wilder oats she had only fantasized about before.
"I really get turned on if I know someone is watching," she confessed late one day during a casual conversation in Jim South's office while waiting for the noted Baron of Bush to finish a business deal he was in the midst of.
"And the idea that thousands of people are watching my videos," continued the Celestial Cock-Cannibal, "is especially exciting." She paused a moment, reflective.
"Actually," she went on seconds later, "the whole concept of an audience seeing me have sex, just the thought of that -- well, it really makes me wet. Really wet!"
And when that torrid thought hits you, what do you do?
"If no one's around," she smiled, "I masturbate."
How?
"With whatever's handy -- vibrator, dildo, fingers, whatever. In fact, I even like to jerk off when I'm watching my own videos."
Later: "OKAY, BITCH -- STRIP!"
TORI WELLES laughed, a rollicking, rip-roaring laugh. "You know," she said, "I thought that's how photographers would be ordering me when they wanted to take a test shot. But it hasn't been that way at all."
Tori's surprise was not unusual. Even someone as street savvy as that scorching sexpot had a bit of edginess when first having to bare her beaver for a total stranger -- and a stranger toting a camera at that.
But, trouper that she is, the vivacious vixen with the vacuum vagina quickly got over it. "Damn right," she chuckled. "Actually, with one or two of the guys -- really nice looking, and with good bods -- I was tempted myself to scream: 'OKAY, MOTHERFUCKER -- STRIP!'"
Did they?
Tori ain't tellin'!
No, rudeness to the models does not go over. Not only not with the ladies, but especially not with their agent. Col. South has been known to bar lunkheaded lugs who got out of line.
Not to say, though, that an occasional director can't be overly abrasive on a first meeting.
Actually, it's the modus operandi of the legendarily lecherous BRUCE SEVEN.
"Do you do anal?!" is usually the first thing the loony Lucifer of Loose Ends notoriety says to a new gal. Charm, obviously, is not the strong suit of the bummed-out Beelzebub of Buns-Funs.
Reactions, though, differ.
Some of the fillies, frisky though they may be, want to know what anal means.
Others know, and twitch less in anxiety than in stark-reaming terror.
While still others brighten and begin to glow like someone who has just heard that the numbers on the lottery ticket they're holding are the winning digits, Halle-fuckin'-lujah!!!
Literacy, of course, is not a prerequisite for a model. She doesn't have to have a vocabulary that Roget would crave, or Webster would envy.
Nor is she expected to read without following her little finger down the page. She doesn't even have to be able to pat both her head and tummy at the same time, or chew gum and walk simultaneously.
In fact, any of those multiple-skills can be a handicap to an aspiring actress/model.
But there are things that are expected of her, if not always delivered.
Promptness for appointments is a constant hope.
So, too, is semi-coherence. And when signing releases, if she prefers as her favorite writing instrument a crayon -- that's also acceptable.
But there are 4 things that have to be insisted on, 4 things that are an absolute must for any Young-and-Green Pussy if she is a Sex-Star-To-Be, the 4 key things that the Photographer or Director must tell many of the nasty nookie novices -- even if in the telling they make him blush:
-- First, the doll must take a bath.
-- Second, a deodorant and a splash of perfume also are most welcome, particularly on a hot day.
-- In addition, hair on the legs and under the arms is a no-no. Plus, for some nymphs, a touch of Nair on the upper lip is a good idea, too.
-- And last, but not least, douching is not only for Europeans. See, have you ever had to tell an 18-year-old Venus that her vajoga stinks?
Hey, it's a dirty job, but somebody's got to do it.
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Jim South has far too many men applying to break into the Porn Industry, he says. So he doesn't want any more solo males. Hence, what he needs most, not surprisingly, is more-and-more attractive women who want a touch of fame and a lot of money. Thus, for those ladies interested -- he can be contacted at:
Col. Jim South c/o World Modeling
4523 Van Nuys Blvd.
Sherman Oaks, Ca. 91423
Phone: [818] 986-4316 ;