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way. He liked to put the “team” in “tag team.” The size of Ed’s penis definitely gave Tyler a boost of confidence. Maybe that’s why Ed’s movies were so popular, I thought. Every guy watching could feel good about the size of his own cock by watching Ed’s.
    We did a few clumsy and easy-going positions. Our DP was just like any regular one we did at home. All of it was purely amateur. Tyler came, a creampie in my puss. Ed came in his condom and then squeezed out the contents onto my chest. I guess it’s what he had to do to prove to the viewers that he still had it in him. When everyone’s fluids had been properly secreted and exchanged, we were done. The tripod didn’t have to budge. Everything was captured on tape. From beginning to end, Tyler and I were out of there in about four hours. We left happy and fifteen hundred dollars richer. The ass-fucking sobered me up, as it always does. We cheerfully said goodbye to nice old Ed, thanking one another for such a good experience.
    Backing down the long driveway, I noticed that it was still the same lovely spring day. I wasn’t nervous anymore. I was giddy and elated. I felt light and excited in my stomach and on the bottoms of my feet. There was a strong momentum going straight up and forward in my body. I could have pushed the car back to Hollywood with all the excitement that I felt.
    “Tyler, do you feel bad?”
    “No! No way, I feel great! That was so cool and so easy.”
    “Yeah, neither do I. I mean. I feel…good. I thought it would suck and be scary, but it was the opposite!”
    “Can you believe we just did that?” He laughed as he steered the wheel.
    “No!” I was smiling and laughing. We were so happy. It was such an authentic and unexpected feeling. I thought we would be devastated, hanging our heads, regretting it all straightaway. Phrases such as “What have we done?!” were supposed to come out of our mouths, not “cool and easy!”
    “It’s not like we’ll do it forever, just for now,” Tyler rationalized.
    “Yeah, I want to keep doing it, but not long-term,” I agreed.
    “We’ll just make a bunch of money, and we’ll get out of it.”
    “I can save up money for school. Back to college in the fall!”
    “We can do this and open up a restaurant! I’ll start cooking again!” Tyler had lived in Barcelona for three years, where he studied gastronomy and culinary arts at a prestigious school before moving to Los Angeles. Originally from Houston, Texas, he spoke the most beautifully fluent Spanish I’d ever heard coming out of a white person.
    It all seemed so simple and inspirational. Porno was how we would subsidize our dreams. We felt lucky. By the time our movies came out, we would be long gone from this business. I would be back in school, studying for my fine arts degree. Tyler would be opening up his own restaurant. He would call it Chez Naomi, after his grandmother. We had so much hope. Porno was the land of opportunity.
    We continued to chuckle and discuss the highlights all the way home. Our friends would never believe it. I thought that I would feel more like a prostitute when it was all over. We were paid for sex, technically. But that wasn’t how it felt at all. What we did was completely legal, no matter how taboo. We didn’t get paid for fucking Ed. We were paid to make a movie, a product. Videotape was the focal point. It wasn’t all about getting this old guy off. Our job was to make a sex tape. There is a difference.
    Tyler drove and I sat in the passenger seat doing key bumps of coke out of the leftover gram. It was still our little secret, porn. Our own little moment to share. We had just put one over big-time on everyone. We felt like we’d broken the rules, and it was magnificent. It was all just some big, unreal, and crazy joke.

Chapter Four
    Breaking Me In
    W e started to get more work, sometimes alone, usually together, and we didn’t get all of our porno references from World Modeling.