It was late 2003, and I had just gotten into the industry. I started by paying my dues in a variety of ways: setting up lights, getting baby wipes, getting douche, getting lube, and, above all, getting Bug Light for Chico Wang. One of the many perks of working for Chico was the ability to be on sets for directors like Tony. T and John Strong. Chico had recently had me get an Adult Industry Medical (AIM) test for my initiation with Mason Storm. This test is today’s equivalent of Talent Testing. Anyways, with a fresh test in hand, Chico had me help out on John Strong’s shoot with Ashley Blue for Ass Cream Pies. I forgot which volume in the series. Does it really matter?
This afternoon’s shoot would see Ashley Blue getting banged by Tony T. with John Strong as cameraman. Or was he in the scene too? I don’t remember at this moment. Diabetic memory fog is a real phenomenon, folks. Nevertheless, before the scene, Chico pulled me to the side and said, “Dude, get a blowjob from Ashley after the scene.” I figured I’d shoot my shot and see if she was as big a whore as many claimed. And this is where shit gets weird.
Oh yeah, it was Sal Genoa shooting the scene. My blood sugar must’ve just dropped this very moment. It was John and Tony working with Ashley.
Tony must have said something amusing during a brief downtime and this was enough to get Ashley to snap at me.
“Is something fucking funny?”
“No”, I replied. I had no idea why she would act this way. I wasn’t Tony and didn’t say whatever she might have found offensive or off-putting. My heart immediately sank to my feet, and visions of unemployment danced in my head. I believe Sal calmed things down, and my chances of having her suck my Hebrew National had gone out the window.
No blow job.
No chance to eventually blog about how a future published author slobbed my knob.
The scene wrapped with both guys smashing pies into her face, and part of me wished those pies contained the same dynamite Wile E. Coyote blew himself up with. I was still shaking and pissed that she threw her anger at me–someone who didn’t deserve it. I later apologized to her and she seemed sweet and sincere. No hard feelings. No hard emotions.
Only a hard cock in my pants that wouldn’t see the back of Ashley’s mouth.
