You lived in San Francisco and you’ll try anything twice. This alone makes for an interesting cacophony of experiences, including but not limited to: simply going to the Folsom Street Fair, hanging out in a penthouse hotel room drinking a bottle of 2000 Cristal, smoking a joint with Andre Nickatina backstage and so on.
Well, this is the story of the time you went to a party and accidentally were an extra in a porn.
Your coworker was the one got you into this situation in the first place (that and your decision-making skills, of course). Just to be clear, you worked at a training company, computer application training. That’s right, Excel, PowerPoint, Word etc. So when you guys hired a new Excel trainer, you didn’t think a whole lot of it at first.Turns out, she also worked at Kink.com (the Armory, for those in the “know”) giving tours twice a week.
That’s cool. I mean, you’ve passed by the Armory countless times on your way to the Mission. You knew it was a porn studio and to be honest you’re not at all into the BDSM scene so your initial interest was low. However, you had an opportunity to check it out and as always Maria was right along with you.
The tour was really fun but nothing too intense. You didn’t actually see any porn stars or scenes being shot. Just film sets and props and scenery. This was nothing new to you. Your brief stint as a production assistant in college has made you somewhat numb to movie sets. You’ve actually seen much worse on the set of True Blood. Aside from the barrels of lube and the room full of antique floggers, it was nothing to write home about.
Anyway, one of the sets you went by was the set for Ultimate Surrender. This is where girls wrestle each other…naked and at the end, the losing team gets fucked with strap-ons. That actually sounded pretty cool to you. Naturally, the first opportunity you and Maria had to go to a live showing, you took it.
It wasn’t that cool. It was actually really awkward and you found yourself questioning your life choices. First of all, there were lots of dudes and the women were not that attractive. In fact, I’m pretty sure one of them had scoliosis.
At this point, you wanted to ignore all of your emails inviting you to armory events, until your coworker approached you one Thursday and asked if you were going to “the party” the following night.
“Yeah, I got the email but I didn’t read it. Are you going?”
“Yeah, it’s actually a film shoot and it’s girls only.”
She had my attention. You asked for more details.
“The theme is cocktail attire.”
You looked at her with a blank stare.
“You know like, cocktail dresses and lingerie. It’s black and white, and like I said it’s girls only. Oh and there will be free champagne and food.”
Essentially, she had just described your idea of heaven. As soon as you got back to your desk, you emailed Maria about this magical party of women, lingerie, champagne and maybe an incidental camera or two. You didn’t ask for too many details in regards to the “film shoot” portion of this, and in retrospect, perhaps you should have.
It wasn’t until you were standing in line to sign two waivers and get your photo taken with your drivers’ license that you really started to worry. You kept your cool right up until you saw the cart full of dildos. However, it was too late. You were inside eating the catered food and just taking in the whole experience. The experience of Justine’s birthday party.
It was a blur. Mostly because you were in complete shock the entire time. However, you do recall the following conversation you and Maria shared the following morning:
M: I think it would be fun to start with the things I do not remember. Katie, you told me I got flogged by a porn star…what was her name?
K: Sahara Rain. She was wearing a black corset and blue panties. She had tattoos
M: Was she wearing a hat?