The man behind the camera.
An often underappreciated role in the porn industry, but I play the part perfectly.
There's a lot that goes into framing the models in just the right way. Is it an art? Is it a science? I like to think it's a little of both. It isn't just about what would be most appealing to the viewer or your own eyes - You are taking part in a dance with the model. As they move around, you pan, flip, and zoom to compliment their actions. A good scene makes you forget the cameraman even exists in the room.
This particular session was our first with Grace. A pseudonym - One she picked out so that she can advertise herself as "Gassy Grace." I had recorded for all sorts of fetishes, but this was my first time on the set of a fart porno. Seeing some of her past work, I could see that she farted like a machine - Long, bassy blasts, usually with her male colleague Dave receiving them directly onto his face. For our session, the storyline was that Dave had embarrassed Grace in front of her friends, and she was to punish him with facesitting farts.
At least, that's what was supposed to happen.
The cameras had been stopped for 45 minutes. It was the third time we had to cut the session entirely - 2 and a half hours we had been trying, but Grace couldn't get any gas out.
The session began with a very small poot.
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- Not into Dave's face, but as a playful warning to him before she mounted his face. I noticed how small the release had been, and gave a look to the sound engineer, Lili. She gave a thumbs up, telling me it was picked up by the mic.
Perfect, no need to cut and try again.
As Grace mounted Dave's face, she spoke. Due to the unpredictability of gas, a lot of what happens is only partly scripted - The scene itself is written, but the dialogue is just guided.
"I got a big one coming, open up."
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A short, airy breeze came out. Grace looked disappointed, "Fuck! Where's my gas?" She stood up as she spoke.
"Cut," the director yelled, "Grace, you okay?"
"Yeah, just not feeling gassy right now," she massaged her belly slightly, "it'll come back, though."
The director thought for a moment. "Shall we take 5?"
We had a 5-minute break whilst Grace did some stretches to try and get things moving around.
When we started filming again, still nothing. A lot of great improvised dirty talk, but all the footage unusable from a lack of farts.
We took another 5-minute break. This time, the break turned into 10 minutes. Then half-an-hour. Then 45 minutes.
Everybody was being patient, but it began to feel like we may have to reschedule the session for another day. Grace just couldn't seem to get any gas to come out.
