Tujunga- Imagine. Skeeter Kerkove embroiled in controversy on XPT, www.xxxportalk.com

One of the latest threads is about how Skeeter’s supposedly cutting out the middle man to sell low on Mayhem shoots.

XXX Large writes: “Skeeter is telling the folks over at Sin City that he doesn’t need lighting guys, p.a.’s, or p.m.’s. He says they are not necessary and an extra cost that they don’t need to spend money on. Skeeter’s movies are so bad that everyone knows he could actually use all of the help in the world. Hopefully the good folks at Sin City will see the need in having decent production staff and won’t let Skeeter turn their movies into bargain basement trash.”

However, Bad Habit rebuts: “Creating a new profile to hide behind are we?

Where the fuck do you get your facts, a Magic 8 Ball? Skeeter’s sets typically have 4 crew members; himself, a lighting tech, a PA and a Makeup artist. Anymore people than that on a gonzo set and you’re just milking the profit out of a production and tripping over someone’s feet.

I’ve worked on Skeeter’s sets for 4 years now. He is a demanding producer/director that expects nothing less than the best from crew and talent.

I think you’re just pissed because Skeeter can turn out a quality product at a competitive price and you’re losing money because you can’t compete.

Welcome to the new world of porn production. When everybody and their brother who has a camera and a computer can make porn, if you can’t be competitive, then you will cease to be relevant.”

To which Jim B. follows up by saying: “I’m not making judgements about Skeeter one way or another. But if a man can produce a better product cheaper than his competitors, what the fuck is wrong with that?

Sounds like sour grapes to me”

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Guess you had to be there Saturday at Skeeter’s house for the Mayhem shoot to know what you’re talking about.

There was a cameraman, a makeup girl and a lighting guy. And Skeeter’s former P.A., at least according to another XPT thread, was off somewhere with a loaded gun under his car seat.

Which doesn’t matter any way because as tightly as Skeeter has these shoots organized, a P.A. with a loaded gun is at the very least, mildly superfluous if not a potentially psychotic hindrance.

The Tujungan Love God’s just wrapped up a scene with Audrey Hollander, Otto Bauer, Jenner and a two foot-long horse cock. www.adultfyi.com/read.php?ID=26619

Skeeter’s attention is now shifted to the subject of ginger root but not in the digestive aid’s way you might expect.

“I want to do a movie titled ‘Figging,” Skeeter’s commenting, explaining that if you pare the root down to the shape of a finger, then stick it in someone’s ass and gag ‘em, you’ll more than likely get a very inspired Lambada – with, possibly, the Lambadee’s eyes sweating quite profusely.

“I’ve done it off camera,” Skeeter continues. “During slave night training.”

Now there’s an evening you won’t generally find on the porn calendar of social events. Skeeter goes on to say that the whole process is called Figging.

“It originated over 1,000 years ago,” he lectures, noting that it was used with the equivalent of a ball gag as a disciplinary gesture. And as imparting disciplinary lessons go, one might assume it to be a distant cousin to the bukkake rite.

Lexi Love [pictured] from LA Direct models is next up for a scene with Marco Banderas, probably the handsomest Spaniard since Zorro.

Marco snaps bubble gum and smiles a lot. That’s because you have to book him like an exclusive restaurant, Marco is this busy. Marco’s naked smoking a cigarette in Skeeter’s garage while Love, in a nearby conversation, swears she went to school for chemical engineering.

“I can’t spell to save my life but I’m good at chemistry and math,” she avows. Although Love admits she barely remembers her conversion factors which, I suspect, would be reasons enough to fig her.

“You’re just a little tart of love, aren’t you? Skeeter says, beaming at her. They get into a chat about pegging, and Lexi says she enjoys sticking an occasional one in a man’s asshole if the situation warrants.

“Mike Ramone right now is the scariest guy out there shooting this stuff,” announces Skeeter, meaning it in a complimentary way. “He’s the new number one guy for strap-on.”

Love mentions how, another time, Vivid paid her $500 just to shave her bush on camera.

There’s also talk about an assistant coach at UCLA who’s apparently moonlighting as a performer in the adult biz. Love thinks the coach is taking serious chances with his legitimate career by doing this.

But Love doesn’t need a coach to prove she’s a tart of love. At 5’0, Lexi’s also an energetic little cumquat in her scene with Marco whose cock is brimming with sexual glissando.

Their bedroom encounter features a series of hamstring torturing, Charlie Horse inducing anal assaults. And in a space that approximates the feel of a hot, sweaty Georgia courtroom, demons are coming out of Marco’s pores as white love spouts copiously out of Lexi’s ass. If the bedsheet’s a bull ring, Marco’s the preening matador, noble and elegant.

For all the world, Love’s ass appears to be making tuba sounds while Marco tells her he’s got more to give than what just went in her ass.

“You’re such a machine,” she coos.

And Skeeter has to agree with her on that point.

“These guys are machines,” he says. “They’re better than real men.”

That’s why Skeeter says he hires only the best male studs and hang the extra cost.

“I made a mistake one time,” he says. “I hired this guy for cheap and he wasn’t working out in the scene. He tells me during a break, Skeeter, I’m not a machine.

“I said, you’re right, you aren’t.”