Porn Valley- I really promised myself to limit the number of Jenna anecdotes that I’d be posting today but, truth is, like a porn gossip site and an auto wreck, the book, candid and funny, compels you to look.
Jenna on Suze Randall: “I began to feel like Suze was taking advantage of me. My pictures appeared in ever sex ad and foreign nudie magazine imaginable. And since I’d signed away the rights, she was raking in all the money. Whenever I asked her for a few chromes for a promo shoot or to make a modeling book, she’d refuse. I’d ask her instead to shoot an extra roll for me at our next session instead, and she’d say she couldn’t.
“She made her living off enthusiastic girls like myself, and I understood that and was grateful to her for making me an international cover girl. But there was a bigger problem- she was stringing me along, telling me that each shoot we did just might be a centerfold in Penthouse. However, nothing we did ever appeared there, and that had been my dream from day one. And with every picture of mine that was published somewhere else, my chances of ever being a Penthouse Pet plummeted lower and lower. So I added Suze to my mental shitlist of people I could not trust and decided to stop working with her.”
Jenna’s account of her time having sex with T.T. Boy nominates itself for a Ripley’s Believe It or Not entry. It was on the set of Michael Zen’s Blue Movie and Jameson writes that she only knew T.T, whose career began in 1989, from his reputation as “one of the roughest woman-handlers in the business.”
When she first saw him on the set, T.T. was eating a super size can of tuna fish and Jameson comments about his strong, dominant presence, then adds the following for effect:
“He walked up to the assistant director and started talking rapid-fire, with a slight twang and his lips tightly pursed,” Jameson goes on to write. “Almost like a yokel from a Puerto Rican remake of Deliverance.”
Then, when T.T. looked at Jameson, while shoveling tuna in his mouth simultaneously, she got the feeling that he was going to tear her a new one and apparently he did. Jameson said she attempted to psyche herself up in the dressing room in an attempt to stave off the obvious intimidation, but once they began fucking, Jameson said she realized that he was going to be the first man ever to take control of her in a sex scene. “I felt like a chew toy,” she writes.
Jameson said with nary any foreplay, T.T. Boy [who doesn’t like blow jobs by the way] slammed her fast and hard. “Trying to maintain eye contact with him was like trying to read Dostoevsky on a roller coaster.” He popped quickly and she hadn’t expected that. Nor did she expect what was to follow. Asked if that was all, T.T. started in again and fucked Jameson until she thought her insides were going to fall out. He popped a second time.
She again asked if that was all and he grunted, no. “And he put it right back inside,” she writes. According to Jameson, his intensity never wavered as he threw her from one position into another and came a third time. Then, after he popped a fourth time, T.T. excused himself saying he had to go eat something. Asked if they were through, T.T. apparently told Jameson not by a long shot and promptly devoured three more cans of tuna fish. Jameson says the scene then resumed and was logged in at a total time of 156 minutes. Jameson, who says she didn’t think such a performance was humanly possible, later learned that T.T. had struck a deal with Zen to get paid $100 for very extra pop shot.
According to Jameson, T.T. later told her, in few words, that she had a bomb-ass pussy. “I wish I could take your pussy out of you and keep it at my house,” he told her. Which leads Jameson to suspect that he must have a fetish for certain types of pussy. “And when he finds one he tries to knock it out.”