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| by Virginia Beaver |
On Location: The Lesbian Vampire
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| I'm motoring through beautiful Chatsworth looking for a Metro shoot. The film taking shape today is something I've been told is called "The Lesbian Vampire Movie." The title sounds suspiciously like a temporary one, but I'm hoping they'll keep it. There's an epic definitiveness to it: The Lesbian Vampire Movie.
With director James Avalon at the helm, the adjectives "epic" and "definitive" are sure to come into play around the nascent sapphic blood-sucker saga at some point. Over the last couple of years, Avalon has been establishing himself as a director of record, crafting a distinctive style of visually electric, stunningly erotic videos and films, each of which has carried an engaging, genuinely narrative quality as well.
In Sexy Nurses 3, his recent riff on the old nympho nurse cliche, for example, Avalon managed to combine a blistering carnal sensibility - the climactic Stacy Valentine-Mark Davis-Stephanie Swift triad is one of the hottest things ever committed to video tape - with a wildly fascinating, Kafkaesque plot. I'm looking forward to see what Mr. Avalon has brewing in in the pot today.
I find the site of the day's shoot - a huge white house in a gated community - and I head inside. I'm not sure who's supposed to be working today talent-wise, but when I hit the door the first person I see is Wendy Knight, a mouth-watering, ultra-leggy young man-killer who has been the hearts of porn fans around the world for about the last year or so, this due in no small part to her combination of stunning good looks and ravenous sexual appetite.
Right now she's getting some last minute instructions from Avalon, and she's rocking back and forth uncomfortably on her mile-high heels. I ask a grip why she's looking so antsy. "She's horny," he explains." She wants to get the proverbial show on the proverbial road."
While we wait for the scene to start, Patty the production manager gives me a brief summary of the plot.
It turns out that "The Lesbian Vampire Movie" is now a two-part shot-on-film feature called Immortals 1 & 2. "There's this group of lesbian vampires," she says, "they're of course immortal, and they've been doing their thing for centuries. Misty Rain is the head vampire. But now there's a power struggle within the group, and they're fighting for control."
The scene they're shooting today is a product of that rivalry. When it's all put together it'll work like this: Jewel, Wendy and Syren come home from a night on the town with John Decker and Ian Daniels. After they've bounced through a wicked little fivesome, the girls turn on the guys, adding them to the ranks of the undead by chowing down on their necks. But just as they've descended upon their prey, the girls are confronted by Misty, who makes the scene in grand vampiric fashion - transforming from a bat into a black-clad ultra-sexy blood-sucking humanoid.
Just now, Avalon is marshaling his performers to start shooting the scene. Jewel, Wendy, Syren and the guys crowd into an entryway where a sound man and I are hiding from the camera. It's a tight squeeze and the hormonal buzz coming off the girls is intense. Syren in particular is all but unable to keep her hands off of those around her. "Tell me what you wanna do to me," she murmurs to Ian Daniels, with whom her part of the down and dirty doings to come will take place. His answer is simple and to the point. "I wanna fuck ya," he grins. "Mmmm, tell me again," she begs.
Wendy watches the exchange and says, laughing, "God, you're such a flirt ..." Syren, a stunning young Asian woman with a Tia Carrera voice and slightly pendulous, heavy and very real titties topped off with nice brown nipples, shoots her a mischievous look that could thaw Minnesota in January.
When there's a brief delay, Syren turns her attention to the set manager, a very cute, slightly butchy blonde woman. A set manager's job is to keep things moving on a shoot, and this one paces about barking orders in an officious voice, being very serious. Syren approaches her as though she has a question, and then starts to flirt with her, looking for a smile. The set manager tries to maintain her no-nonsense business-like facade.
It works until Syren reaches up and tweaks her nipple through her pressed (and no doubt starched) polo shirt. The set manager bites her bottom lip ever so slightly and shoots Syren a "you're so bad" look which can't disguise the sheepish grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. She pulls away, turns on her heels and bellows, "Okay people, let's get this show on the road!"
The rest of the talent, who have been watching the exchange, roar with laughter. One of the girls calls to Avalon, "Jim, we want (the set manager) to do the scene with us!" They bust up again and chatter in concurrence. Syren concludes things with "I can't help it. I want her. She's so cute."
Finally the cameras start to roll. The plan is to get to where the sex is supposed to start and then do some dialogue.
Syren can't seem to follow directions today. Ian's pants are supposed to stay on, but with every take they somehow come off, and his unit finds its way into Syren's mouth. She won't stop sucking when the shooting stops. When she can't get his pants off, she kisses him hungrily.
When the dialogue portions are finally in the can - the guys get chowed down upon bloodily by the girls, and Misty hits the scene to Syren's chagrin - they're ready for sex. The action is sweaty and absolutely blistering as Syren and the girls' libidos are finally let out to play. The guys have also been teased to the point of distraction over the course of the afternoon, and they lay into the girls like the A-list woodslingers they are.
Syren works over Ian with a wet, greedy mouth. As her clothes come off, her lush light-brown body is revealed and Ian pushes her legs apart and devours her like a ripe piece of fruit. Later he sinks into her with an audible groan reminiscent of a man slipping into a nice, hot bath.
Wendy and Jewel tag-team John, switching off below his waist with the nimble precision of a big-league double play combo. They obviously feed off of one another's desire, and John finds himself on the receiving end of a torrent of scalding feminine libido. Luckily for him, perhaps, the girls work out on one another as well, sharing out the raging erotic energy among them equally. Groans, growls and screams echo off of the room's marble floors and high, vaulted ceilings and mingle with the wet, percussive sounds of flesh meeting flesh.
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