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“Energy! I want you having fun!” Greenwood says, adding an important caveat:
“Oral sex is good, but no penetration. This is Dorcel, it has to be condom and you
don’t have condoms.” As Greenwood confers with his crew, Yhivi prances around,
naked but for a gold rope wrapped around her torso and spike heels, singing
“Yakety Sax,” before stopping and declaring “100 milligrams of caffeine!” Robby
Apples reclines on one platform, Sophia Locke on another. Yhivi sprawls across one
of the tall tables, her arms and legs dangling over the edge.
Before the orgy, Greenwood shoots the climactic post-orgy scene involving a
confrontation between husband and wife Chechik and Pistol. He places talent
around the room, telling them, “Take off your dresses.”
“My dress is keeping me warm,” Ana Foxxx jokingly complains.
The rehearsal goes well, with everybody nailing their lines, but Chechik makes
her exit in the wrong direction, toward a group of techs just out of camera range.
“Go that way. Please,” Greenwood says, pointing her toward a lit space devoid of
onlookers. They do another rehearsal. On this exit, Chechik heads toward the techs
again, but recovers and turns in the right direction.
When the cameras roll, she nails her exit on the first take. On the second take,
the camera is repositioned and I can see the lens, so I step out and watch from the
director’s monitors. Surprisingly, although the room is brightly lit, the color palette on
the monitors is a rich chiaroscuro.
The dialogue finished, they set up for the orgy. “Dresses back on!” Makeup is
touched up. Millie Morgan is sucking a guy to erection. It’s the opposite of glam
prep: The girls are ready, now the guys have to get there. The cameras are shooting
in all directions, there is no safe spot. I retreat to the monitors. Greenwood calls
“Action!”
Chechik and Rocket walk into the orgy in progress, dressed like the others in gold
braid and see-through sheaths. Rocket starts to kiss a guy who walked up to her. A
long shot shows a lot of sucking going on. Cocks. Boobs. No penetration. A camera
pans across where I had been standing. A guy on one of the tall tables is kissing a
girl while another sucks him. Maxwell lies back and a woman straddles his face and
another starts to blow him. Two women kiss over a cock, then run their mouths down
it before returning to kissing. “I don’t want to have empty frame, guys,” Greenwood
says into his headset. “I want to fill it with a lot of stuff.”
The frame gets filled with a couple kissing frame left, Morgan on her knees sucking
a cock centered in the frame, and Locke lying back as her pussy gets eaten frame
right. Chechik and Rocket go to town on a dick, tag-team sucking. The other camera
pans across a guy nosing into a girl’s ass, then finds a girl riding a guy cowgirl. “Do
we have a condom on that?” Greenwood asks. Maxwell steps back, his erection
filling the frame. There’s a double blowjob in the background, and fucking in the
foreground, with condoms, as mandated. “Give me a wide shot,” Greenwood says.
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