Imagine it – you have a fairly good job, but you decided to do some porn on the side to help pay of your student loans, or give you access to that free spending life you’ve always wanted. In that case, tired producers and directors will be scrambling to find a way to salvage the scene, asking you to “fake” an “internal pop”, in either orifice, while your colleague pretends not to be entirely bored… Or worse – you might not be able to come at all. That might mean you can’t get to climax as quickly as the crew, director and, crucially, your fellow performer(s) might want you too. If you’re having an off day and you’re find it, ahem, hard to relax, you might not be in the right headspace. You’re only as good as your last performanceĪnd the measure of a man’s performance isn’t his length or girth, it’s his ability to “pop”. And you may have to “pop”, on cue, a number of times…ģ. That spontaneous, passionate, rough alley fuck probably took about 5 hours to film, with multiple takes, stopping and starting to get the right shot, and a full crew standing over you and a dick of a director barking orders at you.
Sounds great right? I mean, who wouldn’t love that? The thing with porn though, is that it’s not as good as it (sometimes) looks on screen. You have to have sex, all the time, for money.
