Picture this: A mechanical bull, sitting in a downtown bank lobby, shrouded in machine-made fog. What else could one add to this tableau that would possibly allow it to make sense? Why, two stunning women deeply involved in each other’s nether orifices.
That’s right, everything makes sense when you add porn, and when you add the great Jenna Jameson, it’s even easier to swallow. The reigning super vixen of adult and beyond is making her virgin directorial effort with The Provocateur (Club Jenna/Vivid), and Jameson is helming like a pro. Clad in Juicy pink sweats, moving all over the set, her every action documented by multiple video crews and a frenetic group of still photographers. Jenna blinks, Jenna bends over, Jenna giggles, Jenna concentrates; it’s all documented. Her husband (and vet director) Justin Sterling mans the camera on the dolly track; today’s crew is large and utterly pro.
At the moment, Jenna guides Club Jenna stunner Jesse Capelli through the intro to her scene (get out your drool buckets, boys; the Club Jenna production features all five Club Jenna girls). Runway-gorgeous Jesse writhes on the imposing marble staircase, dressed in a vaguely 19th century outfit and thigh-high black leather boots.
Jenna takes a moment to discuss her new gig as director.
“Being the boss is perfect for me,” she says, laughing. “I’m taking to it like a duck to water. I’ve got the most beautiful girls to work with, and it’s the first time with all the [Club Jenna] girls, my first time as director and the first time we’ve shot on film. So that’s a lot of firsts. There’s lots of room to fail, but every shot seems like the most beautiful one…I didn’t know if I could pull it off, but it’s exceeding my expectations.”
Back to the business at hand. “Stick your left leg out! Oh yeah! Oh Jesse, god that’s beautiful!” coaches the director, Capelli sashaying up the stairs and into the mist. The scent of bar-b-qued ribs hangs in the air, the scent of lunch.
Moments later, meat of another kind is being devoured, specifically, that of the holy love caves of Capelli and foxy hard body Melissa Lauren. Both ladies are dressed in clinging turquoise western-cum-stripper outfits with the accent on “cum.” Their glittering chaps make for easy access to the succulent business regions of their exquisite anatomy. As Lauren reclines atop the slightly bucking bull, Capelli puts mouth to vag. With bull plus a talented tongue like Capelli’s at work, it’s not easy for Lauren to hang on, but she’s a trooper. Capelli inserts a couple fingers.
“Give me one more finger, Jesse!” shouts Jenna.
They change positions, Capelli face down on the bull’s back, ass utterly available. Lauren takes advantage, burying her face and fingers in the treasure trove, much to Jesse’s vocal delight. “Fuck me like a cock!” commands Capelli, squeezing her own fabulous tits. Her wish is granted. They moan, the writhe, the mighty mechanical beast jiggles as Jenna orchestrates the action while off to the side, the man controlling the bull licks his lips and breaks a sweat. Provocateur? Provocative indeed.
Look for The Provocateur from Club Jenna/Vivid sometime next year.
