Many adult film stars get their start in the business as nude dancers or nude models. While working as a nude dancer or nude model, they often come into contact with girls who are working in the adult film business. They learn about the pay they can earn in the adult film business, and they're tempted.

Surprisingly, a lot of the girl stars are hesitant about getting into the adult film business. The girls may be fucking customers in the back room of the strip bar or night club where they work, but the idea of performing sexual acts in front of a camera is a major problem for them.

The transition, and the fear, may be even worse for a nude model. She's used to working naked in front of a camera. However, she's not used to fucking guys she has never met before, and she's not used to fucking guys in front of a camera.

However, nude dancers and/or nude models also have difficulties that may propel them toward a career in movies, they work in the nude, and people pay to see them, but, after a time, people tend to want to see new nude girls instead of the same old nude girls.

In a lot of cases, financial pressure eventually drives girls to start performing in adult films. The following is one such case.

 

The Debut of Double Dynamite

We're driving along in our clunky old car. I'm a little uptight, maybe more than just a little.

"Relax, Ellen. You're a chick. You can fake it," Gerry says, glancing over to the passenger seat where I sit biting my fingernails. He gently slaps the finger from my mouth and says, "There's nothing to it, Ellen, uh, Double Dynamite. It's just like a magazine layout, only it's Betamax instead of Kodachrome. All you have to do is be pretty and play with yourself for the camera. And don't chew your nails, you're gonna need those to look good for the camera."

We're driving to Van Nuys to meet Larry Kelly, the director of Tom Peeper, the adult film.

Gerry's incessant urging in addition to my wonderful experience in Cabo San Lucas and the subsequent cover exposure in Chicks magazine has finally convinced me to give Larry's adult film deal a shot. The fact that my mainstream film career has tanked, and we're in desperate need of money, also helped me make the decision.

We're just eking by on Gerry's salary as a salesman at a clothing store, and it's becoming apparent that I might soon have to get a "real job." To be honest, the easy money I've been making by posing in the nude makes the thought of toiling as a waitress, or salesperson, the old five days a week, eight-hours a day grind, an unbearable proposition.

As we continue to get closer to Van Nuys, I fight the urge to chew off my freshly polished nails. I diddle with my hair instead, nervously spinning a tress, round and round with my fingers.

I manage to sneak a look over at Gerry without being too obvious about it. Gerry is handsome as hell, tall and muscular. He would be the perfect husband for me, except that he can barely make a living. I once again wonder how long we'll stay together; I like being married, but the world is full of beautiful men.

I'm not in a particularly talkative mood, and Gerry respects that, humming along quietly to music on the radio as he drives. I can't help but think of how my perspective has changed. Here I am, on the way to my first adult film shoot, when only a few months before I'd been approached in gym by some guy who introduced himself as a film director. He'd tried to pitch me on a career as an adult film star. I remember being insulted and scoffing at the idea, confident that my first big mainstream film break was just around the corner. Oh well, I hadn't thought that my modeling career would land me on the pages of Chicks magazine, either. I sigh and resign myself to go with the flow and see what happens. The money I'm offered for the adult film gig is good, and Gerry seems proud that I'm hot enough to be in an adult film.

Gerry guides the car into a parking spot in front of an auto body shop in an old industrial complex on Sherman Way.

This isn't the MGM parking lot, that's for sure. All my doubts come flooding back, and I couldn't feel any less glamorous. In fact, the whole adult film thing suddenly seems unappealing and sleazy.

When we get out of the car, the knowing gawks of the grease monkeys don't do anything to make me feel special, or star like. I begin to have some serious second thoughts about what I'm getting into.

Gerry notices my hesitation and takes my arm, steadying me, as we make our way up the stairs to the second floor of the same building that also holds the grungy body shop.

With every step up the dimly lit staircase, I begin to feel more and more uneasy. My mind flashes back to the last photo shoot. I'd been whisked away to Cabo San Lucas on a jet and put up in a ritzy hotel on the beach with a view of surf and sun. What I'm looking at now is just plain ghetto, and I wonder just what the fuck Gerry has gotten me into.

Larry Kelly meets us at the door of his second floor studio. Larry is short and stocky with dark hair and a pleasant smile. He welcomes Gerry with a handshake and me with a big hug. He then takes my hand, leaving Gerry standing at the doorway, and guides me around his fairly spacious studio.

Once I start to look around the place, I see the interior is pretty sweet, not nearly as demoralized and corrupt as the parking lot. There are lots of photographer's lights, camera equipment, and backdrops. The whole setup looks professional and helps kill some of the feeling of dread emanating from the auto body shop below.

Larry gives me a tour of a couple of sets, a bedroom and a living room, that look weirdly like our own apartment. Larry's gentle way and soft-spoken manner begin to put me at ease. The way he dotes on me, essentially ignoring Gerry, makes it clear that he's the one in charge, and I am his star.

Larry explains that he was primarily a still photographer who freelanced for several adult magazines. He mentions that he'd seen my Chicks magazine spread and thinks that he can also get me some more print work. He goes on to tell me that, because he has the studio space, he's started a fledgling film company and that his Tom Peeper series of adult videos is fairly successful.

He offers me a drink and, after he finds out all he has in the studio is beer, he sends Gerry out for white wine.

Gerry hesitates, but does as instructed when he sees that I'm beginning to get comfortable in my new surroundings.

Larry then introduces me to a girl named Sheri, his assistant, who'll serve as my make up artist.

Sheri leads me away from Larry and takes me into a room with one of a film dressing room style mirror surrounded by light bulbs.

I begin to feel a little more like a sexy, pampered film star.