Messy love. Erick Poladov

glow onto the asphalt. The needle on the speedometer was already crossing the second hundred, the selector switched to fourth gear, speed and power took over their bodies, Carla indifferently threw the Marlboro cigarette butt out the window, and a frightened hare ran off the side of the road. A disc was playing inside, on which the world’s best hits from different eras were recorded. That evening the singers were mainly Modern Talking, Sting, Madonna, Kylie Minogue and Liza Minnelli.

      Thirty-four kilometers from the suburbs, Matthew parked the Camarro on the very edge of a cliff. They both climbed onto the back and, sitting on the roof of the car, admired the rising of the full moon against the background of a clear sky, decorated with an abundance of bright stars. They chatted about everything that came to mind, and when two people take turns smoking a joint of marijuana, a lot of things come to mind.

      Handing the rolled cigarette into Matthew’s hands, Carla asked:

      – So what did you want to talk about?

      – A classmate came to see me this week. He was passing through and stopped by in transit. You know, I went crazy when I saw what he arrived in and what he was wearing. He achieved considerable success.

      – And what exactly did he succeed in?

      – But this is the most interesting thing. He said he produces films for adults.

      – Seriously? – Carla asked with a loud laugh.

      – Four years ago he opened his own porn studio. They have already made more than a thousand films.

      Carla curled her lips into a tube, making a loud whistle of surprise as she accepted the rolled-up cigarette from Matthew’s hand.

      – Just imagine. But he says his company still hasn’t matured to the level of even average porn producers. The cast in his films does not have famous names. All the men and girls are completely debutants in this business. And every time the best personnel are lured away by some wealthy competitor. And then he also quarreled with the only good director.

      – Continue – Carla said intrigued, returning the joint.

      – So, we were sitting in a bar, and when he talked about the quarrel with the director and that it was a problem to find a good director, a thought suddenly popped into my head. I told him that I have someone who knows about the quality of sex scenes.

      – Are you serious? – asked Carla. By this moment, her consciousness was already fully plunging into a state of mild euphoria.

      – Absolutely. Let me introduce you to him. At least try it. It’s just that he gives so much money for one production that, if it weren’t for my complexes, I would have directed it and acted in it myself. What if you like this kind of work?

      Carla peered long and thoughtfully into the distant night spaces hidden under the starry sky. Soon she asked:

      – How much does he pay?

      – The minimum salary is two and a half thousand. If three people are filming a scene, then director’s fee will be something like four to five thousand.

      After a short pause, Carla asked another question:

      – How much do actors earn?

      – Beginners – no more than eight hundred.

      After pausing for one puff, Matthew added:

      – By the way. He said that they organize the work so that in one day they can shoot five or six films of thirty to fifty minutes each. So, you can make from fifteen to twenty thousand in one working day.

      Carla lowered her eyes somewhere down and thought deeply.

      I fuck with the wrong guys. Crap. It would be possible not to spread the legs at all, but just stand nearby and conduct.

      – Give me his number – Carla said decisively.

      3. CANDY MADE FROM MEDIOCRE PORN

      Henry Hogan did not allow any actress to film without first examining her nudity. Among those girls whose bodies passed the casting, every second one stayed in the producer’s office to demonstrate their skills in practice and receive an increase in the fee in the future. Not a single film was made without his presence. He personally supervised the work of the film crew and controlled the most important stage of the production process. Each scene was worked out under his strict guidance. If necessary, he demanded that the director make repeated takes of some fragments. In search of new talent, Henry roamed beaches, shopping centers, university courtyards, cheap eateries and nightclubs. In these places he found the most suitable candidates who were most likely to agree to his offer. For the foreseeable future, Henry has set himself the task of launching his own website, where he plans to upload all the films to which his studio owns the rights. He already had a detailed idea of what his website would look like. In the meantime, he updated the filming and editing equipment, hired a professional stylist, and selected three new guys and two girls. And a couple of days ago, Henry took his company to a new level – he hired a certified costume designer. It turned out to be a twenty-two-year-old graduate of the institute, Gloria, who was fussing around looking for work, trying to accumulate experience and put her work on public display. She was incredibly happy when she was offered to dress actors for films of the XXX genre. She was not disappointed by the fact that the costumes she made would disappear from the screen in the third minute. She was pleased that these costumes would appear before the general public. At least Henry wasn’t lying at all when he told her that absolutely everyone watches porn, just not everyone admits it.