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“I just know how hard she works and how
much it means to her—and how much
recognition she gets within the industry.”
—Deacon, producer/husband
“So, that’s my thing. Today—being a little bit bigger than a gonzo—there’s set-
up to it,” John added. “Like, usually if I’m shooting on a regular day, I’ll shoot some
tease and whatever. It’s very, very basic. But on a day like today, you know, Mr.
White has a whole concept around how these scenes are going to go together.”
There’s always a lot of hurry-up-and-wait on a set, but because there are more
than 30 extras in the audience, the atmosphere is lively. Some are chatting to pass
the time or scrolling their phones. Mostly, they are friends of the cast or crew or
otherwise industry-affiliated.
Veteran industry writer Tod Hunter is seated at the foot of the stage. Later on,
he and White’s agent Mark Spiegler (who popped in for a visit) will receive fun lap
dances that will be used for BTS footage.
The dancers, who seem uniformly clad in fishnet lingerie, G-strings, garters, and
mile-high platforms, turn on two poles on the main stage, graceful and effortless as
they grip and lift themselves into the high in the air, then slowly spiraling down with
limbs outstretched, core muscles straining, while smiling seductively all the way to
the floor with a click of their heels. Piles of fake money have been laid out on the
stage and some extras are practicing how to “make it rain” then gathering up the
piles again, all neat and tidy. Before White and Clouds make their entrance, the
dancers also pose for “pretty girl” shots and B-roll footage, which helps the camera
operators get the correct exposure level ratios for lighting the big room.
To stay on schedule for lunch at 2 p.m., the lights are finally turned down and
Clouds ascends the stage. She starts a slow strip, twerking suggestively at the front
row as they throw play money. She seductively turns and teases for the camera,
eventually ripping her lingerie open. The mood becomes hypnotic. Enter White,
stage right, as she stepped into the spotlight with Clouds. Some moves on the pole
and a pink dildo materialized from somewhere. A technician trailed John, lighting
the performance over the director’s shoulder, while a boom operator held the
microphone aloft, out of the shot.
Onstage, it’s every strip club regulars’ fantasy come true, as bills floated down
around the pair, the show building to an explosive climax. The audience let out a
hearty round of cheers and applause. Then, it was time for a sandwich and salad
lunch.
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