“Las Vegas is a vortex of porn this weekend,” says Kim Kysir, the product manager of Pink Visual. “There are hundreds of shoots going on.”
I believe her. I’m at one – a six-girl girl-on-girl orgy party scene at a mansion near Warm Springs and Valley View. (If it seems like there are a lot of “girls” in this sentence, consider that there are twice as many having sex in front of me.)
Every year, pornography companies like Vivid, Wicked, Playboy, Hustler, Naughty America, Bang Bros and countless others fly into Vegas from L.A. and other cities and rent suburban houses for the week. They’re far cheaper than booking Strip hotel rooms and the entourage of company staffers, film crew and porn stars settle in and start shooting.
Before “action” is called, the six beautiful women get their faces applied by a professional makeup artist, put on their costumes – by which I mean undress – perform strip teases for the DVD bonus material, sign forms and swig Red Bull.
Baby wipes, lube, razors, enemas, bananas, chips and water are on hand.
There is a plot: A house party is in motion. Totally normal. People shoot pool and twenty-somethings hold the requisite red plastic cups of beer. Still normal.
Doesn’t this happen at all parties?
But then…
Six hot girls get the uncontrollable urge to get naked and get each other off on the couch.
Hmmm.
Bras and panties come off; the high-heel stripper shoes stay on. A couple girls strap on the strap-ons, and others suck on dildos. The rest of the party stands around and stares, the males snapping a constant barrage of photos with plastered smiles. The floor is littered with colorful lingerie and everyone is quiet except for the girls, who are very loud.
It’s pure sex, but it isn’t doing much for me. So much of sexual excitement comes from the chase, the conquest, the chemistry, the context, the mutual attraction and the shared intimacy. But maybe I’m just a girl and don’t get it.
“Are you turned on yet?” asks the male videographer, filming the soiree turned sorority house orgy.
No.
He continues, “This is my daily job and it never gets old.”
My male friend has since set me straight: “Porn isn’t about the conquest, it’s about excess.”