Adult Video News Awards is to the men and women of the adult film industry what the Oscars are to the men and women of Hollywood. In recent years, the Urban-X Awards were created to celebrate the accomplishments of the Black men and Black women working in the predominantly White, and still quite racist, adult film industry. Even in the anything-goes world of porn, racism is very much prevalent, especially now that interracial porn is becoming the top-seller in the ever-changing porn film market.
At tonight's Urban-X Awards, African American porn star Mr. Sharif won an award for best interracial anal scene, which he performed with newcomer Nikki Steele, one of a growing number of White starlets who liked performing on screen with Black men. Although interracial porn, both the Black male/White female and Black female/White male genres, were proving profitable, some White female porn stars who performed with Black men received backlash from racist White male fans. This explained their reluctance to perform with Black men, to a certain degree...
"Thank you for this award, and thank you to my co-star Nikki Steele," Mr. Sharif said, and the tall, well-dressed, handsome African American porn star nodded gracefully, shook hands with the announcer, retired African American porn star Nana Brown, and then kissed his co-star Nikki Steele on both cheeks. Moving with a combination of class, style and masculine sex appeal, Mr. Sharif returned to his seat, to thunderous applause from the hundreds of men and women in attendance.
The award show continued, and a bevy of stars got their dues, in various categories. Best gang bang scene, best fetish scene, best fisting scene, and so on and so forth. After the award show ended, several stars stuck around to mingle with their adoring public, and Mr. Sharif was among them. The tall, handsome star spoke to his legion of female fans, women of all hues, who flocked to him. As he talked, flirted and signed autographs, he sensed someone staring at him. Turning around, Mr. Sharif found himself facing a familiar figure...
"Good evening, miss, I think we've met," Mr. Sharif said to the female newcomer, a six-foot-tall, statuesque blonde woman with frosty blue eyes whom he was certain he had seen somewhere before. The lady looked like a cross between a female boxer and a WNBA player, with a bit of the supermodel type thrown in for good measure. Mr. Sharif stroked his chin thoughtfully, wondering where he'd seen the towering beauty who reminded him of a painting he'd seen of a Teutonic warrior goddess, in a Scandinavian museum exhibit...
"Hello there, I'm Shiri Ahmeti, I'm not a fan, we actually met before," the tall blonde woman said, and Mr. Sharif smiled nervously, and then shook her hand. Politely excusing himself from his league of female fans, Mr. Sharif faced Shiri and again wondered where he might have met her. He was almost certain that they hadn't worked together before. Mr. Sharif made a point of remembering every person whom he had sex with, on camera and off. It was simply what a gentleman does, remember, but never tell...
"Alright, Shiri, what can I do for you?" Mr. Sharif asked, and Shiri Ahmeti drew closer, and smiled at him. The lady was standing so close that he could smell her rather enticing perfume, the kind of perfume typically worn by a lady thirty and up, so different than what his twentysomething female fans often wore. This lady had been around the block a few times, this much Mr. Sharif could tell. Suddenly, it all came back to him. Ah, yes, the big-name porn starlet who refused to work with him...
"I see you remember me, look, I didn't refuse to do an anal scene with you because you're Black, I was a tad bit intimidated in your case," said Shiri Ahmeti, the Kosovo-born porn star known to the world as Bree Storm. Biting her lip, the Amazonian woman looked at the tall, handsome African American gentleman standing before her. Ali Clays, better known to the world as legendary porn star Mr. Sharif, smiled that enigmatic smile of his, and casually shrugged.
"Ma'am, it's all good, I'm not for everyone and neither are you," Mr. X Cee replied, and then he nodded at Shiri Ahmeti/Bree Storm, and casually walked away. Clad in a dark gray suit, red silk shirt, Black silk tie, Black silk pants and his trademark Black Timberland shoes, he looked more like a businessman or a preacher than a porn star. This was ironic, considering Ali Shabazz Clays grew up the son of a Nation of Islam preacher in Atlanta, Georgia, and graduated from Morehouse College prior to getting into porn.
"Damn, it's not like that at all," Shiri said to herself, watching Mr. Sharif walk away, and accidentally checking out his ass, which looked pretty damn good in his silken pants. The brother certainly looked good, like Hollywood star Will Smith, only more buff. The kind of man blessed with the good looks, intelligence and charm that other men envy. A man who could have done anything he wanted in this life, with his natural gifts and a bit of opportunity.
"No time for idiots and bigots," Mr. Sharif thought to himself as he resumed interacting with his female fans. One particular pair appealed to him. Donna Bollinger, age forty eight, a housewife from Poughkeepsie, New York, and her daughter, Ariel, were eager to get his autograph. Mr. Sharif happily signed whatever they asked him to, from fetish gear to T-shirts, from boobs to underwear, and more. A star must tend to his fan base, or he risks losing them...
After all was said and done, Ali Shabazz Clays took off in his bright red Camaro, into the Los Angeles night. He drove to Pasadena, where he lived. A lot of people thought of porn stars as a bunch of messed-up, sex-craved, thoughtless bozos who burned the candle of life a bit too fast. While a lot of his fellow adult film stars led seedy lives, Mr. Sharif was smarter than that. The son of a preacher man from Atlanta was raised to be a God-fearing, financially conservative and prudent, respectful sort. Ali Clays carried those values with him when he moved to California from Atlanta in search of his good fortune...
At the age of thirty two, Ali Shabazz Clays had sixty thousand five hundred and seventy seven dollars saved in choice accounts with the First Republic Bank, and another eighteen thousand saved in the Broadway Federal Bank. He lived in a two-bedroom apartment in a secluded area of Pasadena, which only cost him fourteen hundred a month, and invested wisely with his money. He frequently donated to a lot of charities, especially Islamic ones, in spite of the fact that the Ummah had a negative opinion of the adult film industry.
On top of working as a porn actor, Ali Shabazz Clays is also a producer and a co-owner with Ice Noir Productions, one of the fastest-growing Black porn companies in California. They were competing with the White guys, starlet for starlet, contract for contract. Oh, and he was also enrolled part-time at UCLA's Anderson School of Management. The humble brother from Atlanta came to Los Angeles with dreams of making it big, and would settle for nothing less...
