The XXX-treme Mexican Vacation, Tuesday Evening, October 19, Part III

Fiesta Time

Quasarman: "Herschel Savage, I hate him. I hope he dies!"

Like a congressional role vote, the XXX-treme vacationers have been called to order. At this stage of the game, the choices for dinner have been a casual one. There's a nicely appointed restaurant up on the bluff offering a decent wine list, seafood and somesuch plus postcard views of the sunset and the ocean. On the other hand, those less inclined to doll up and drink in chic atmosphere, have the option of the buffet line which is no slouch in the cuisine department.

But tonight there will be a getting-to-know-you dinner for one and all served under the tropical skies. It'll be accompanied with a stage show emceeded by Chino, the Mexican Kid Vegas; festive lights, Mariachis, pinatas, every Mexican delicacy under the sky and a potential fist fight between Quasarman and Herschel Savage. The problems of two little people not amounting to a hill of beans, whoever had the bug and mosquito cream concession at this particular moment, ruled the world. "I'm scratching parts of my body I never scratched before," said Quasarman. Quasarman was simmering over his encounters with Savage, claiming the Hersch was putting undo pressure on him to work because he was into the bookies for at least 15 grand and producer Mark Speigler for another eight.

Ron Jeremy commented earlier that he was going to do a scene with Tina Cherry and Bridgett Kerkove, sans condom, at their behest. Jeremy went on about what a great honor it was to be given that latitude. This is mentioned only in passing because it set the stage for yet another Algonquin table debate - between Jeremy and Quasarman.

The Savage-Jeremy developments have left Quasarman muttering, "I'm trying to be a diplomat about these things." It also prompted a midnight huddle with Michael Adams Monday night over a computer in an attempt to resolve some of the holes in the starting lineup created by injuries, absences and attitude. In the issue of linking Jeremy, sexually, with any one at this juncture, the conversation between Adams and Quasarman assumes the texture of the NFL draft - I'll give you this, if you give me that... "I'm beginning to feel like Chuck Woolery," Quaserman comments on issues about pairing certain people together with certain people.

Photog Scott Preston, who got a free vacation courtesy of purehardcore.com resurrected the spirit of Ernest Hemingway by engaging in lots of deep sea fishing during the week and brought in the catch of the day which was available for those who chose to partake. Preston's bounty was on the menu Tuesday night.

"Me and three other guys who were here as fans wanted to do something different," Preston said. "I look at tits all day, so looking at fish ain't a bad thing for me. So we went out and caught a few tuna. We brought in Bonita Tuna, Mahi-Mahi and Yellow tail to the chef, he cooked them all up. It was excellent. And I got lucky. I caught a sail fish which was kind of a big thrill. We let it go at the boat. I didn't want to stuff it, you don't eat 'em. I let 'em go back." When he wasn't fishing, Preston said he was scouting girls, looking for talent he hasn't met yet. "Occasionally, one slips by," said Preston. "I haven't met Bridgett Kerkove yet or Tina Cherry."

Jason was set to lose his virginity to Barret Moore later in the evening, and Vegas money was already being wagered that Moore wasn't going to come in with exactly the greatest of attitudes. Seeing as how she got royally pissed during a beach scene when high tide literally washed out a squat fuck she was on the receiving end of with Tice Bune. Though Barret got a good dose of salt water in the kisser, she was fine for later on.

The daily gossip related how Bridgett Kerkove had to be iced down during one of her sex scenes; how Tina Cherry's husband, Mark Cummings, blacked out the moment he was ready to do a pop shot. Story was Cummings was using "blue buddies" [Viagra] which will tend to raise your blood pressure. Bune comments that he's staying drunk so his feet won't hurt, referencing the episode the day before where he slit three of his toes on glass. While it's not clear what are the extent of her injuries at this particular moment, initial reports are that Love Lee has broken her leg during a jet ski incident. It was later discovered that more of her pride went before the fall, and she was shaken up more than anything else. She was sent home Wednesday.

Word also spread that Violet Love had serrated Eric Price's johnson during a blowjob, courtesy of her lower braces. Kristina St. James had also re-thought her earlier position of not showing skin by doffing her top in public. Earlier in the day, Angelica Sinn was sucking Herschel Savage's dick at the pool prompting trip organizer Scott Stein to comment, "Who said wood doesn't float?" Caroline Pierce comments at one juncture that, yes, she would do anal - for $3,000 a scene.

Juliana Sterling's probably left the resort but no one's really sure. Quasarman says the Sterling episode is water under the bridge. "But it happens to be a tall bridge," he adds. Perhaps a more significant issue was created in the fact that blank tapes were being held up in customs, thus threatening the future of shoot. While he didn't come out and exactly say the word, Michael Adams implies the word "extortion" in trying to deal with the government on the issue, since Metro has already plunked down 7 G's in bureaucratic shylocking. Adams is investigating an alternate source in Manzanillo to get tape if all else fails.

Just before dinner, and just at the precise moment that Tina Cherry got stung - twice - by a wasp in a threeway with Bridgett Kerkove and Herschel Savage, Jessica Jewel and Raquel Devine, had this to say about the vacation. Both Jewel and Devine mention that they're there, not to shoot scenes, but have a good time.

"Yeah we're the good time girls," Jewel said good-naturedly flippant. "They said they didn't need us. They said they had too many girls. And we were taken off the list." Jewel's comments appear to be ironic on the face of it, considering the fact that between wasp stings, rocks and jet ski incidents, the performer injured reserve list was growing at an alarming rate.

"They said we shot too much for Metro," Devine chimed in. "But they had some anal scenes available."

"Yeah, but I only do anal for Extreme," Jewel said, implying that because she and Luciano were an item, her ass belonged to him. "But Rob Black's actually a nice guy. He takes really good care of me. So we're just here on vacation." Devine was asked if she came down on her own dime. "Oh, no. We were paid to be here," she said. "Not a lot, but we stay here and mingle with the guests. It's really nice, but there's a few lechers.

[Devine said he didn't particularly like being groped, and that one guy waded up to her in the pool, stuck his dick out and grabbed her tit.]

"And they get drunk," she added, as if that was a startling observation.

G. Ross: "Is part of the job shoveling them in their hotel rooms?"

Devine laughs thinking of an incident where cameraman Barry Woods supposedly passed out on a stairway. "Another cameraman said next time it happens, wake me up. I'm going to put my dick in his face and say, 'Open your mouth, Barry, I'm going to come.' "

Devine and yours-truly discuss an incident earlier in the day where Woods got a blowjob poolside from a rather stoutish woman. "That huge woman?" she asked. "She wants to get laid here. She came here to get laid. I guess it doesn't matter what the woman looks like."

"There was some guy jacking off at the pool," Devine mentioned. "Mila was sticking a dildo in his mouth, and he was butt-naked by the bar. He jacked off in front of everybody and he was proud. He had lumps all over his body, like tumors. He was very pushy and boisterous. We called him Jabba The Hut and he squirted Jabba Juice everywhere." Laughing at her own humor, Devine claims she also saw Mila squirt water out of her ass, half the distance of the pool.

"It doesn't take us too much to be happy," Devine continued. "We're mellow." Devine said she and Jewel weren't on the vacation last year. "We were afraid to come because we knew that was the guinea pig trip. They had to iron out all the wrinkles."

The Tuesday night dinner begins with Mila and Vivian Valentine apparently put in charge of administering tequila-to-mouth resuscitation on the guests. Ron Jeremy takes Mike McCormick-Quaserman aside, apparently over the Tina Cherry-Bridgett Kerkove issue. Jeremy's dying to work with them. Quaserman who's been getting hit from all sides about talent pairing, is heard to say to him, "Ronnie, let me eat my dinner for chrissake! I'm shooting girl-girl tomorrow!"

"When am I going to get a scene?" Jeremy asks insistently.

"You'll get a scene," McCormick promises.

"When? In LA?" Jeremy storms off. "He can suck my fucking balls," McCormick mutters. The show begins, featuring dancers in ancient tribal costumes and feather headdresses. If you were in Philadelphia at this particular moment, you'd swear you were watching the Polish American string band on stage. "How do we know that this isn't cheap, Hispanic vaudeville?" Michael Adams laughs.

"Oh, no," McCormick says, shading his eyes. The Hersch is heading his way. The Hersch and McCormick go nose-to-nose as if there were a close play at third, and the ump blew the call. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the conversation centered on scenes - and the lack thereof from the Hersch's perspective.

"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him," McCormick said after the rhubarb. "The fucking shylocks. He gets two fucking phone calls at home - one from his mother; one from the shylocks."