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Johnnys Closet
Part 12
Before leaving on our current vacation to see the leaves turn color
in
New Hampshire, Marie and I dug into our archives and found that first
tape
the one we made with the $600 camera 14 years ago.
It was crude compared to the videos we make now, but I think that
was
part of the turn-on we felt when we saw it for the first time in almost
a
decade-and-a-half.
Now and Ill explain how we do this in a little while our
voyeuristic tapes are made with professional lighting and with three
cameras. They look every bit as good no, dammit, they look better
than
the crap you can buy at the corner porno shop. Unfortunately for you,
you
cant get OUR tapes in your local store. You cant buy them anywhere in
the United States, for that matter. Ill tell you about that later, too.
That first tape (we had numbered it with a big red "1") was about 25
minutes long. It was shot shakily from the tiny hole I had poked in my
closet wall, the wall that also backed to our bathroom.
In case youve forgotten, dad had left us two years earlier after
learning mom was a lesbian. And when mom had admitted that to my
sisters
Barb and Marie, Barb "came out" too. At that point, mom and Barb
started a
lifelong relationship that was clearly more than mother and daughter;
and
soon afterward, Marie and I found that we, too, were a perfect couple.
Our instincts had been correct; weve been together as man and wife
now for 15 years, using our video money to live on and making love
anytime
we found 10 minutes with nothing to do.
I laughed as we watched those early and blurry I images of mom and
Barb sucking on each others nipples and eating each others pussies and
sticking their fingers in each others asses and, finally, masturbating
together to orgasm in the shower.
We had bought the best camera available that year, one that was
supposed to focus automatically; but the manufacturer hadnt counted on
the video being shot through a quarter-inch hole in a wall. The
autofocus
circuit couldnt handle that, so the view of mother and sister getting
each other off was a bit difficult to follow.
The tape we were about to make this vacation day more than 14 years
later would be quite a bit better. In fact, it would turn out to be the
best we ever made. When it was edited and sold to our special buyer,
itd
net us $50,000 more than two times our usual take.
I will now reveal to you how we operate our video business. You
might
think this is like giving away the store, but as I told you a while
back,
we plan to retire next year. Were selling our entire tape library to
one
dealer the biggest in all of Asia, in fact and we think the price is
going to be in the area of $6 million. Hed be getting quite a bargain,
actually. The voyeur tapes we sell individually to his competition go
for
$20,000 for each two-hour cassette. That price includes the rights to
duplicate and sell each one anywhere in Asia. The tapes go there for
the
equivalent of about $20 each, and our sources overseas tell us our
current
customer sells nearly 10,000 of every title. So while we make $20,000 a
tape, he brings in $200,000 from each. A win-win situation.
Our library now consists of well over 1,000 cassettes. In fact, the
one we were going to shoot that morning was labeled, appropriately,
"1,069" (in the same large red letters we had used on the very first
tape,
15 years before). That meant if our new buyer, the Mister Big of Asian
pornography, paid $6 million for the whole caboodle, hed be forking
over
less than $6,000 per. We were confident it was an offer he couldnt
refuse.
Hed be happy, wed be rolling in enough dough to retire, and
millions
and millions of horny Asian guys would go to sleep each night with that
just-jerked-off smile on their faces.
Before I tell you our taping system, I want you to understand that
Im not advocating you try this. First, obviously, because its patently
illegal. It involves invasion of privacy, a little blackmail (is there
such a thing as a LITTLE blackmail?) and the breaking of at least
another
three of four important laws along the way. But in a second youll
understand why no one every called the cops on us.
You may have noticed that I never refer to our products as
"hidden-camera" tapes. I call them "voyeur tapes," because theres
nothing
hidden about the camera at all. Ill explain. Heres what we have been
doing for the past dozen or so years.
As youll remember, Marie and I stake out a motel that lends itself
to
peeping. Its got to have privacy along the back windows, venetian
blinds
or window air conditioners we can sneak in and "fix" so theres a big
enough gap through which to view the goings-on inside.
Once weve done that, we spend the evening watching what the people
in
two or three rooms do. Weve told you that much already. Now, heres what
we do the next morning at each motel.
On this most recent trip, we had just seen three couples: a mother
and
her 16-year-old son who we watched as they fucked the night away in the
room next to ours; a 60ish husband jerking off while staring at his
naked
wife (a woman with the largest tits Marie and I had ever seen); and a
newlywed couple consisting of a 300-pound husband with a tiny dick and
a
"wife" who was half-man, half-woman a transsexual who hadnt had the
full set of operations yet, we surmised. "She" had dynamite tits and a
pecker as well, and the fat guy fucked his new man-girl in the ass as
Marie and I watched from outside.
It was morning now, and we were about to start Part II of our
little
scam. It was a system that had worked a thousand other times youll
remember our numbering system had brought us way past that magic mark,
in
fact. What we did next always took balls and bluffing, and I admit to
getting a little sweaty each time we tried it. But human nature being
what
it is, it never failed.
I had three house calls to make, so I started early, at 8 a.m.
First, I
got a blank videotape. Then, I started knocking on doors. My first stop
was the room of the mother and son right next to ours. After the third
round of knocks, the sleepy-eyed teen-ager opened the door.
"What," he said groggily, more like a statement than a question.
"I need to speak with your mother, son." I said. "Its important."
He looked me up and down quizzically and said, "Just a sec."
His mother came to the door, a towel wrapped around her. "Yes?" she
asked.
I told her I had to talk to her about what went on in her room the
night before. Her eyes got wide and the hand she was holding the door
with
began to shake slightly.
"What are you talking about?" she said.
I held up the tape and told her the lie we always used: that my
partner
and I had videotaped everything they had done in the room. I gave her
enough details to make it clear we had really seen them fucking and
masturbating together, and, pointing to the tape, said we had enough
proof
to send her to jail for a long time.
Her son had come up behind her and had heard the whole thing. "I
think
we should talk about this," I said to them both. She opened the door
wide
enough to let me in.
"How?" she began after the door closed behind us.
Sometimes I would tell the subjects about the opening we allegedly
taped them through, sometimes I wouldnt. It depended on the situation.
I
declined to let her know about the crack we had made in the door
between
our adjoining rooms, because I thought she might be able to tell the
small
opening wouldnt really allow a tape to be made. I simply said we had
our
methods.
She asked me what I wanted from them. They didnt have much money,
she
said, beginning to sob. The kid was looking down at his feet and not
saying a word.
"Ill tell you what I want," I said. "I am in the adult videotape
business. I will give you this tape to destroy or to do anything you
want with if you will both pose for me and my partner this morning.
You
will come to our room and I will videotape you and your son having sex
again. You will follow my directions, my partner will operate the
cameras
and then I will send you on your way. The tape we make will not be sold
or
seen in the United States," I assured her. "And this is where our
relationship will end."
She looked at her son. He looked back at her. "Just a minute," she
said to me, and the two of them whispered for a few seconds.
"Fine," she said. "We have no choice. When do we do this?"
"Be in our room, which is 201, next to yours, at 9 sharp.
I left and went next to the elderly couple. I told them pretty much
the same thing: That I had a tape (I pointed to the same blank) of
their
nocturnal activities her sitting naked and combing her hair while he
stood next to her and masturbated. Now, what they did was not illegal,
so
I couldnt threaten them with jail. What I said, and this has never
failed
either, is that I would make dozens of copies of the tape and
distribute
them to all of their neighbors, unless they posed for me.
They were speechless but, like the more than 1,000 before them,
agreed
to pose in exchange for the tape.
It went the same for the newlyweds. And at 9 a.m. the three
unlikely
couples found themselves lined up outside our room.
I opened the door and ushered them in. What they saw was our
king-size
bed stripped of everything but its bottom sheet lit by two bright
professional overhead lights on stands, one on each side. Three video
cameras would capture the action. One was on a stand across the room
and
would take in all of the goings on in one wide shot. A second was on a
tall tripod that looked down, giving a perfect birds-eye view of the
bed.
Those two cameras would run continuously; Marie would hold the third
and
move around, focusing on whatever was the hottest sex of the moment.
None of the couples had known about the other, so when six people
showed up at the same time, there was a bit of explaining to do. I had
never arranged for a group shooting. Actually, this had been Maries
idea
the night before. I told her it was brilliant and might make our best
tape
ever. I was right.
I told the six that they were all in the same boat, that I had
tapes
of all of them and that the tapes would be given to them at the end of
this session. Then I told them to take off all of their clothes.
Let me take a second to tell you about the tapes Marie and I have
been
making for the past years.
First, they are all like these made with subjects we blackmail
into
posing for us by telling them what we have seen and pretending that we
have it on video.
Second, our work is nothing like the porno tapes you rent or buy
from
the corner store. Those pieces of shit are so fake only a jerk would
believe them. Should I give you a few examples? Have you ever seen a
women
fucking in high heels? They all do in porno movies. And have you ever
been
given a 20-minute blow job? Every triple-X tape Ive ever seen starts
with
a 20-minute blowjob that blends into a 20-minute ass-fuck that phases
into
a 20-minute cunt-fuck and then is followed by two guys talking at a
bar.
This is not how it happens, pal. When people are behind closed
doors,
filled with the expectation that they are absolutely and completely
alone,
do you know what they do? Of course you know, because youve been in a
hotel or motel room yourself. If you are truly alone or think you are
the first thing you do after a long trip is look around the room, pull
the
drapes closed, take of your pants or skirt and masturbate.
If youre a guy, you think about the waitress at the diner where you
just had a sandwich, or the woman who sat across the aisle from you in
the
bus or train, or your next door neighbor or one of the secretaries at
work. You picture them naked or tied up of peeing or whatever your
fetish
is. Then you take out your dick and jerk till it squirts all over
whatever youve grabbed to catch your cum juice.
If youre a woman, you do the same damn thing, only you think about
the
kid who brought your bags to the room, or the guy you just passed in
the
hall, or Fabio, or anything else with a cock.
If youre of some other sexual orientation, just reverse the above
scenarios. The result is the same, though. A quick, private cum. Tell
me
Im wrong and Ill call you a fucking liar!
If youre a couple male-female, male-male, female-female or any
strange combination like the newlyweds we were working with now and
you
decided to have sex, you did a minute of sucking, a minute of fucking,
a
minute of mopping up any wet spots and then went to sleep.
Thats why our tapes were so popular. We know what real people do,
because weve watched then do it a thousand times. And thats what we
show: real people having sex the way real people really do have sex..
The
public loved it. At least the Asian public loved it, based on the sales
figures we got from our contacts there.
But this morning would be different. We suspected that, if our $6
million sale came off the following week, this might be our last tape
ever. Marie had suggested the group thing, and I was about to explain
our
"plot" to the gathered cast.
It took a couple of minutes, but they were all standing there naked,
staring at each other. Some still held a garment or two, to cover a
crucial body part.
"This is no time for modesty, folks," I told them. "Take your
clothes
and throw them all into a pile in the corner."
I pointed to a spot, and, one by one, each gathered up what had
just
been removed and tossed the pieces onto the communal pile across the
room.
In a second it had grown into a mountain of underwear, shirts and
blouses,
shoes and socks.
The two stationary cameras had been turned on before anyone arrived.
Marie now started using her hand-held one to tape the assembled crowd.
She
moved the viewfinder up and down each body slowly, lingering for as
long
as 30 seconds on what as kids we used to call "the good parts." That
technique was another reason our audiences loved out tapes. In standard
pornography, the scenes are cut so quickly you cant actually stare at a
womans luscious nipple or a guys dripping cock. Its two seconds of a
bouncing tit and then three seconds of a dick going into a cunt and two
more seconds of some guy sucking on a boob.
When I see a tit I like, I want to be able to examine it in detail.
I
want time to grab my dick and jerk, and look at the nipple, examine its
color and shape and whether its smooth or wrinkly, and whether its
pointing or not. You cant do that in a fucking two-second edit.
So we decided long ago that wed shoot long scenes. When you watch a
tape by Johnny and Marie (and, sad for you, youd have to go to Hong
Kong
or Japan or Cambodia or some other Asian country to get it), you see
long,
unedited views of pure sex. And a lot of "good parts."
It was time for me to give the directors speech to the group. As I
spoke, Marie completed her scan. She had spent a full minute on the
transsexual, slowly panning down from the long brown hair to the
interesting face, to the neck, breasts (10 seconds on each one), down
the
tummy and then to the erect dick. The audience was gonna freak out!
She did the same on the old lady, only this time from the feet
upward.
Thats because when the camera got to her knees, what viewers would
start
to see is nipple. Her tits were so damn huge the tips actually reached
down as far as her fucking knees. What a winner of a video we were
going
to have!
The kid, obviously a tit man, had been staring first at his 40ish
moms magnificent breasts, pure white with dark, almost purple erect
nipples about an inch and a half across; and then had gotten the
courage
to look at the old ladys tits, which, to be honest, were the hit of the
room. The boys dick was hard and he was slowly pumping at it, a motion
that did not go unnoticed by Marie. When I saw what she was taping, I
said, "Hey, kid, save it for later." Everyone looked over and he
stopped
jerking immediately, embarrassed. But he kept his eyes glued to the
giant
tits.
"OK, folks," I said. "Were ready. I want you all to get on the bed
for a group shot, and while youre lying there Ill tell you about the
show were going to put on for some very horny Asian ladies and
gentlemen."
"First," I said, pointing to the old woman, "You get in the
center."
She moved over to the bed and lay smack in the middle of the
king-size
mattress. I turned to the kid: "Take her breasts and spread them across
the bed."
He cracked a huge smile and went first to one side of the bed,
lifting
one of the womans watermelon-sized tits off her stomach and placing it
outward toward the edge of the mattress. He then walked around the bed
to
the other side and did the same to her other breast. The result one
huge
boob aiming to the left and the other aiming to the right looked like a
cross, a human cross.
Religious symbolism in a dirty movie, I joked to myself.
"Now," I told the remaining five, "spread yourselves on the
remaining
areas of the bed. I want a nice group shot."
I let them choose their own spots. The kid, still drooling over the
old womans breasts, sat next to one. His mom moved next to him, staring
at her sons blood-thickened dick.
The old womans husband plopped down next to her other tit and
started
massaging himself. And the newlyweds stood together at one side of the
headboard, not having the slightest idea what to do.
What a sight! Marie started documenting this unbelievable scene. I
gave her a couple of minutes, let everyone relax, and said, "Now, heres
what I want you each to do."
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