This article originally ran in the June 2016 issue of AVN magazine.
Adult movie shoots can take place anywhere. At private homes—lots of private homes—in dedicated location houses, beside backyard pools, inside moving vehicles, at rural swingers' resorts, in an occasional isolated public park, and sometimes, sometimes, in a real professional studio in a full-sized mock-up of a jumbo jet cabin.
This is where Brad Armstrong is shooting The J.O.B. for Wicked Pictures, a contemporary story of a reporter (played by Jessica Drake) following porn star Asa Akira (played by Asa Akira) who has written a best-selling book. The script draws in current-events references like the Porter Ranch gas leak; the water crisis in Flint, Michigan; and the ongoing presidential race. The titular J.O.B. is a satirical description of porn: "Jerking Off Boys."
"It's an awesomely put-together script," Drake says. "My reporter character is a little naïve and she doesn't have a great understanding of what porn is. I'm invited to a set, I meet Asa, I talk to her, I watch her work, I interview her, and she takes me through her life. Some things happen and there's some sex, and then there's sex, and then some more sex," she adds with a laugh.
Akira is tasked with playing porn star Asa Akira, which isn't as easy as it sounds.
"It's hard to play yourself, I think," Akira says. "Now I have to act natural, which is really hard to do when people tell you to do it. Jessica is playing a reporter named Zoë, and she comes to interview me about my book—which is really my book—and I essentially turn her and pull her in to the dark side. She doesn't quite do porn, but I think I open her up a little bit, sexually. In the scene we're about to shoot, she's playing an extra. I convinced her to be an extra in it. And then—she has a little bit of fun on her own with my male co-star. Off camera. On camera. Very meta. Brad is playing the director in the movie—and he's also directing the movie."
Armstrong's acting role as the director of the fake film has already caused some confusion, according to Akira: "Yesterday, Brad kept yelling things during the four-way scene and we were, like, 'Wait. Is that real direction? Are we really cutting or fake-cutting?'"
As the scene gets ready to start, Armstrong ambles in and casually asks "Everybody ready? Everybody know their lines? Any questions?" and gets nods and mumbles of assent before he points out that's his line at the top of the scene. The run-through of the lines redoubles the confusion as Drake, dressed as a flight attendant for the extra part in the fake movie, asks Armstrong, "Am I mad about what she's doing, or am I disgusted, or am I turned on?" which sounds like a real question until Armstrong responds "Aren't you cute. This is porno. The hot flight attendant is always feigning disgust yet is inwardly turned on. That's the way it works." When Drake stutters out "G-got it." it becomes clear that that's the dialogue.
As the scene begins, Asa sets up Zoë to get kissed by Ryan Driller, leading the reporter character to exclaim "I can't do this!" and Driller to respond "It's okay. They told me you were tested," starting the seduction of Zoë's character. To further cement the foreshadowing, Asa looks directly at Jessica's ass as she walks away.
The sex scene begins, shooting hard and soft angles simultaneously. Cameraman Alex Ladd squats in the aisle, framing his shot on Asa and Driller kissing, as somebody walks past the set, casting a shadow on the frosted window. "We're rolling! Cross behind the lights!"
When they start over, Asa aggressively climbs on Driller's lap, her skirt riding high revealing her bare ass. He reaches under her ass, fingers close to her pussy, and she cocks a hip to make it easier for him and the camera. Top down, skirt up, she keeps kissing him as he fingers her. "Oh GAWD" she keens as Armstrong directs "Open it up, spread that leg, baby" and they accommodate the camera to show Driller finger-fucking her. "Oh YEAH! Right THERE! Oh FUCK!" she yells as he dives down to kiss her pussy, then moves up to her mouth. Low giggles as he goes back to fingering her, going straight to the G-spot. With a low, throaty "Oh fuck" she crouches down, fumbles with his pants. His cock pops out, she licks her lips and goes for it. Now it's his turn for the low giggles. She mutters unintelligibly, her mouth full, he reaches down to finger her and she yells "OH FUCK!"
He sits in the fake-airplane seat, and she positions herself to the side and gobbles his dick. He reaches for her pussy and she scoots her legs up the seat, dropping her pussy on his face while still sucking his cock, eliciting low chuckles from the crew as they watch this upright sitting 69. When she growls "I want you to fuck me," he puts her on the chair and she says "Can I get a condom please?" Cut. When the condoms are retrieved, she waves off the proffered lube. They grind against each other as the crew repositions lights. Slate. Action.
They continue, with her moaning "Oh fuck! Fuck me please." He does. She leans back, holding herself up with sheer muscle control as he pounds into her. "Fuck! Oh my GAWWD!" she howls as she grins at jessica drake's character (they'll shoot drake's reaction shot later) then turns her attention back to Driller. He's going in from the side as her legs spread wide, casual grin on his face. She jumps down to suck him, then turns her ass to him and he goes in from behind. She pulls her leg to her chest for maximum internal tension, smirks at the absent drake again, then turns to lock into eye contact with Driller, her exclamations echoing through the small airplane cabin.
Mouth open wide, she grimaces in pleasure, even more so when he sits down and heads in to eat her pussy. "You do that so good! Fuck! FUCK!!!" She leans over to kiss him and then starts to suck him. He holds her hair and pumps into her mouth. Their bodies are covered in sweat. Armstrong says "Asa, look over here."
"Is the camera Jessica?"
"Yeah."
She looks into camera then turns and gags on Driller's cock.
Driller sits on the airline seat and she straddles him as he fucks vigorously up into her. When she reaches down to finger her clit he pops out and she drops in front of him to suck it. He stands up, pulls her up, pulls one leg up, starts fucking hard into her. She has one foot on the seat, one hand on her clit, lost in pleasure. Maybe she's acting, but it sure looks good. He reaches over to gently kiss her, then starts pounding hard again. He sits and they move to doggy, her ass pumping up and down, her doing all the work with a pleased grin on her face. "Don't stop don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop AAAAAAHHH!" She looks in my direction, doesn't see me, she's in her own world.
She starts to suck him, then licks her way up his sweaty torso to kiss him. She climbs on his dick, camera-side leg up, way up. "Yes! Right there! Right! There! FUCK!" Her ass is spread wide as he pounds her. When he slows down, she picks up the slack.
Armstrong says "Go for the softcore pop" and she pulls away, pulls off the condom, starts sucking, gagging as he growls. Driller does his fake-pop spasm and groan, and Asa moves up for a kiss. Cut.
As the bottles of water and towels are passed to the performers, Armstrong, trying to piece together what he needs for hard and soft from memory, asks "What positions did we do?"
Ladd laconically replies: "All of 'em."
