Fayner Posts: This is Winter. She’s a friend of Dez’s from San Fran who just got into the porn business working out of Gold Star.
This past weekend, Winter was off to shoot her first ever scene. I was thinking it would be something tame and vanilla, but when she said she was workng for Anabolic I sort of got scared; not because I wanted to marry the broad but because I felt badly about what was about to happen to her.
You see, Anabolic has been known throughout the years as a place to watch naive chicks get pounded like they’ve never been pounded before, a place where many dreams have started and ended in the same day. I thought this too would become of Winter.
When Winter returned to our place after many hours on set, I was certain she’d run right to a corner and start crying. There ain’t much worse than having a violated porn chick in your house (I’ve heard), and I wanted no part of it.
But Winter was all smiles! What, come again? Smiles? Anabolic? There must have been a mistake.
There wasn’t.
Back in the day, Anabolic hired people (machines) like Erik Everhard and John Strong who were human jackhammers. They were relentless in their fucking, and the girls always paid the price. There was spitting and slapping and multiple dicks hanging around. It was masculinity gone amok.
So why didn’t Winter suffer the fate of so many before her?
Because she worked with James Deen.
And what’s the problem with James Deen working for Anabolic? He’s a nice guy.
“James Deen!” I shouted. “What did you guys cuddle the whole shoot?”
“Not the whole shoot,” Winter said, “just before we began doing the scene.”
What? Come again? This is ludicrous! Since when is cuddling allowed on an Anabolic set? Since when do girls smile the same week as shooting for Anabolic?
This is truly a sad day for everyone. Tears are falling. It’s time to cut off our penises and balls. Armageddon has arrived…