Porn Valley- With Bad Bob aka Johnny Thrust pitching and Otto Bauer catching and sometimes with a switch in the lineup, Las Vegas-based Carmella Bing did her first double anal Sunday afternoon. This was for Robert Hill Releasing.

Skeeter Kerkove was directing the movie, Big Titted Ass Stretchers #6, in which Bing decided now was as good a time as any to encompass the warmth of two man dicks in her shitter.

I arrive at Skeeter’s house 9am Sunday morning. Cochise is just getting out of his teepee.

“Man, I’m going to go smoke,” he tells me as the hoarse, morning sounds of phlegm blow out of his nose and mouth. Skeeter shot till 12:30 the night before and didn’t get to bed until 2. You could argue that he looks like a tumbling tumble weed blowing across the prairie. I hear how Nikki Nievez and boyfriend Jenner practically came to blows. But they patched up their difficulties. Jenner had a scene with Daphne Rosen.

The toilet downstairs works. This is also a good sign. The day before Skeeter was conducting an investigation as to why the flush handle wouldn’t cooperate. Someone apparently deep-sixed an enema bottle, which is probably safe to say that all male suspects have been eliminated in the who dunnit.

His arms in a pool of urine, Skeeter performed the plumber’s equivalent of a reach around to fix the situation. Bing has arrived and hears the story from the night before. She tells Skeeter don’t shoot too late, that she’d like to go to the Cheesecake Factory Sunday night.

I’m asking Bing about her situation with LA Direct and she gives me some vague reply that she’s in “a transitional period” and is awaiting a counter offer from Vegas. I have no idea what the fuck she’s talking about. Bing, who’s game for at least an anal, wants to do her enema and asks Skeeter to play music loud so her sounds can’t be heard from the toilet.

“I’m not shy in any other way except for something coming out of my ass,” she states. Which is to say Bing turns tricks in Vegas, is quite up front about it but does have certain standards of bath room propriety. Skeeter’s got the music on full blast.

“That way she can concentrate,” he says.

Otto arrives with a morning’s supply of Guinness. The loud pop of an open bottle is heard and Otto’s ready for some philosophy. We take our seats in the morning air. He describes the porn business as a quorum of fuckers sitting at a round table in a board room who do the re-fuck marketing to a whole new fucking demographic. I’ve heard Freud and Jung express similar thoughts on the subject but I’ll give Otto props for originality.

Bing’s flashing us through a window. She jpins us and says she’s getting a five bedroom home in Vegas then shows Skeeter her pile driver “wound” from the day before. There’s an ugly bruise on the back of her neck.

Emilianna has also joined us and she’ll be doing a girl-girl-girl scene later with Aline and Aurora Snow. Otto offers her a Guinness but Emilianna is afraid she’ll shit herself during her scene if she does.

Bing’s dolled up in heels, a white blouse and black short shorts. That’s right. It’s Sunday. Maybe the thigh high boots store was closed because this is an atypical outfit for a Skeeter movie.

Bing’s thoughts about escorting are economically simple.

“If you’re only doing porn, you’re selling yourself short,” she offers. Bing says she’s worried about girls who’ll hook without condoms by taking an extra $200. But at the same time Bing says she’ll do it for $1,000 an hour provided the client provides a test.

“First we fuck, then we talk. If they want anal, it’s extra.” And Bing’s saying her ass is puckering as she’s thinking about it. Bing, likewise, gives her Johns marital advice.

“I studied child psychology.”

Bing also talks about the time she was busted for bringing Cuban cigars into the country. It cost her a $14,000 fine. Bing traveled to the Bahamas on her 21st birthday and went to the cigar shop. In her mind she wasn’t buying Cubans because they had Dominican Republic labels. To sum up a very involved story, Bing’s stepfather was red flagged in the Miami airport because he had done nine years in Federal. And Bing was pulled over as well. Because she was never patted down, Bing managed to squirrel three cigars in her socks and on the way home she offered her stepfather a light.

During Christmas she gave another one to her grandfather, and her stepfather told him enjoy your $7,000 smoke. Otto thinks that if Bing muled them in her butt she might have had at least a few more. Bing promises that if we come to Vegas she’d give us more interesting stories.

I ask Bing what provoked her issues with Derek at LA Direct. Bing explains that she was booked to do Rouge for three nights this time last year. The one year anniversary, actually, she says. The crowds were pitiful because the Lakers were in a Playoff game, it was Cinco de Mayo and by the third night her roadie took off to celebrate his girlfriend’s birthday party.

“I didn’t get my contracted money,” she says, flatly, noting that she put out thousands for costumes. Apparently Derek arrived at her house the third night and saw she wasn’t even ready to head over to Rouge. Bing was saying what’s the point I don’t have my roadie, and then there was talk of lawsuits.

“Derek said I breached- what did I breach? My help wasn’t there. My roadie was getting $300 a day. I made twenty bucks a night.”

Then she remembers another time Derek allegedly lined her up for a trick in Japan.

“The guy said it was a private and wanted to make his own porn,” continues Bing. “It was something Derek set up but the guy treated me well. He had nice camera equipment.”

But Bing thinks there were other expenses the trick could have footed for, which came out of her own pocket.

Otto asks Bing if she makes small talk during her sessions.

“I don’t have to,” says Bing. Otto wonders who some of her favorite girls are to work with. She says Briana Love for one. Davia Ardell used to be, she says, until Davia got involved with her current boyfriend.

“Davia and I don’t get along,” states Bing. “She’s got an attitude.”

Bing explains how she did an anal scene the other day for Mark Wood and Francesca Le where her ass gaped wider than she could open her mouth. Bing’s ex, Eric, is a bodybuilder and Skeeter’s heard a rumor that he’s now dating Bridgette Kerkove. Bing couldn’t confirm or deny. But she says she never liked having sex with him.

“He’d choke me, hold me down and cum all over me.”

Bing’s stroking the bottom of her chin.

“I feel uneven down there,” she observes.

“That’s alright- you got all your whiskers,” Bad Bob tells her.

“I’m Sicilian but not that woppy,” Bing replies, remembering how her mother prepared frog for her when she was a kid. What brought this up was Skeeter’s story about how one time he presented Brandon Iron with a dead rattlesnake as a gift. Bing ponders the taste of rattlesnake and also recalls her mother making the frog really spicy.

Bings claims she’s not a pill popper but does enjoy weed. And her dog loves having the smoke blown in his face. Bing didn’t lose her virginity until her 16th birthday. It was some random guy and she was drunk.

“I go out with friends and this guy looked cool,” she continues. “Later I fucked him and my best girl friend was holding my hand the entire time. The guy had a tiny wiener and he cums inside me. I remember him saying, ha-ha, you’re my play toy.”

Afterwards her girlfriend gave her birth control pills and Bing remembers taking all of them.

“I’ll probably never get pregnant,” she muses. “The next day I went to school with a hangover and hurting.”

According to Bing, the guy’s name was Ryan and she later fixed his ass. She invited him for another tryst- this time in the woods.

“We’re making out, then friends of mine came out him from all directions. They beat him up, took his clothes off, smothered him with toothpaste and tied him to a tree. After that I hated men. I didn’t have respect for them.”

Bad Bob is talking about how he went to the Danny Gans show in Vegas. I’m suggesting to Bad Bob that this is a gay thing to do. Bing pipes in to say that she’s got her face plastered on more billboards in Vegas than does Danny Gans.

As a change of exciting pace, the idea of doing a double anal is then presented to Bing and she’s up for it.

“Except I’m afraid I’ll shit on you,” she tells Otto. “But I’ll try.” Otto informs her that Skeeter’s got no problems if puke or shit make their way into a video.

“Just kill me if that happens,” Bing laughs.

As the scene rolls, Bing quicker than you can say $1,000 anal session, is executing a double vag.

“Yeah! Good stuff,” Skeeter yells out. Otto and Bad Bob are nasty and snarly.

“You guys are in character!” Bing laughs.

“What character?” Bad Bob asks. At one point Otto’s dick goes into Bing’s ass unannounced. She yelps and the scene is stopped. Otto says it was an accident.

“That went all the way up my fuckin’ ass!” yells Bing taking time to regroup.

“Buzzkill,” Bad Bob whispers to me. But the scene resumes with no further drama.

“No Vegas hooking tonight!” Otto tells her. Bing’s vibrato is a range of emotions from laughter to ‘oh, fuck, it hurts.’

“Oh Jesus,” moans Bing.

“Jesus has nothing to do with this,” Otto yells back at her. “I think you need two dicks up your slutty asshole – like a showgirl.”

You want to see the showgirl who’ll do this, but Otto informs Bing she’s accomplished the mission.

“You’re in- you’re past the hoop- sit on his [Bad Bob’s] dick.”

“You’re the number one anal hooker in Vegas,” Bad Bob declares.

“Thank you, Eros!” Bing exclaims, however observing that her anus feels like a ring of fire. Upon which the group, including Skeeter, burst into a chorus of the Johnny Cash song.

Skeeter wants Bing to try one more position- this time hunched over on her knees.

“What if I fart?” asks Bing concerned about trivial etiquette.

Bad Boy tells her who cares at this point.