Choosing Diamond’s Star vehicle
Guy set to thinking about how to place his new Starlet within the panoply of films that he was scheduled to shoot. A number of interesting scenarios presented themselves. 'Deathbone' was worth considering. Deathbone was a semi-serious swords and sorcery affair that blended elements of Conan with other more recent popular fantasy television ventures.
Deathbone was about a battle between implacably warring barbarian tribes that not only quarrelled between themselves but occasionally invaded and sacked more civilized cultures. Accordingly, there was a lot of scope for powerful and climactic displays of masculine bravado, raw muscular power, potent displays of primal virility and sexual conquest. Pornwhores could be dressed as buxom slaves in revealing chains and leather straps; lithe, fierce, exotic and sensual huge-titted barbarian women, tattooed and muscular; noble women of some conquered province, subdued and cock slapped into compliance, or mere cheap hookers screwing their way across the country.
Quite a few of Guy’s starlets got ground into the gears of Deathbone as the male talent tended to identify quite strongly with the characters they were playing and were prone to get carried away. There was always a fine line to be maintained between verisimilitude and artistic license. It wasn't necessarily that they would try to ‘live the parts’ in the Stanislavskian sense, but if you give him a big prop sword, put five big busted sluts dressed in diaphanous gowns on a pyramid of plush pillows and told him he was a berserker warrior plundering a primitive fleshpot they had all the motivation they needed to start laying pipe in the most punitive way.
It took a particular kind of female star to live up to the rigors of that kind of workout. Given what Diamond was capable of, Guy fancied that he could see her semi-starring, possibly as a warrior adventuress, shieldmaiden of some sort, or perhaps as some kind of sorceress with erotic powers of seduction. Her performance in his office had convinced him that the monster-jugged barely legal teenage whore was in no way brittle, but the cast of sluts in Deathbone were somewhat battle-hardened, and were accustomed to enduring the kind of pelvis pulverizing penile penetrations that might have led lesser starlets to take early retirement.
Occasionally, Guy lucked out and manage to cast a totally naive and unsuspecting new starlet who didn't have a lot of experience and who wasn't overly familiar with the genre preoccupations of the Monstermales studio. These were like Diamond but without the basketball-sized hooters, although quite a few 18 year old sluts could strut into his office and shake it like far more mature talent.
These he locked down to short-term contracts, signed right as his desk at the audition, whereupon they were shuttled immediately down to the studio for what he called a ‘screen test’, all the while making sure that they saw as little of the operation as possible on the way down through the building complex. Certainly no peeking into studios where far more experienced sluts were getting taken apart by incredibly muscular and potent studs.
Before they knew what hit them, the little darlings were being given the old ‘lights camera action’ treatment, and while the director was giving them what was purportedly a softball interview about their entrance into the industry, slowly, Monstermales actors would, one by one, begin to file in to the room behind the director, and just keep coming, saying nothing, until the far wall was totally obscured by bulging male flesh.
At that point, whatever happened happened. You had thirty seasoned monster males porn studs bearing down on an incredibly inexperienced starlet who might have twirled a pole a couple of times her entire life.
One thing was certain, so far not a single one of those naive porn debutants had ever made a second film.
Naturally, the ‘Broken Dreams’ series was one of guys biggest selling franchises. It was becoming difficult to see how the series would survive, given its acclaim and notoriety, and Guy pondered about whether Diamond would be a suitable fit for such a series. Annoyingly, there were prominent warnings distributed on social media that attempted to dissuade eighteen-year olds from stepping into the biz the ‘Broken Dreams’ route. It had become a tradition that the wet-behind-the-ears nymphets that got comprehensively taken apart by his Legion of studs never worked in the adult business again, but it wasn't a prerequisite and there was no doubt that Diamond could handle herself. He was tempted to see how she would do. Perhaps, like the occasional cocky young dicktease that strutted into his office declaring that they wanted to star in the series because they saw it as a challenge, she would take it in the right spirit.
Well, there was also the spy series. This was without the studio’s most popular franchise. James Bond knockoffs were of course ten a penny in the porn biz. And Monstermales had its own particular variant, ‘Martinet’.
In this Secret Service pastiche, crack spy Lance Martinet cut a swathe through the mysterious ‘Pole-Ice’ organization, a worldwide and nefarious cabal of hyper villainous lap dancers who were always foiled at the 11th hour in their schemes by the titular character. The problem with this production was that it simply ate up female talent, since Martinet’s adversaries were continually being killed off or had to be written out of the series over objections to the exertions they were obliged to perform when they came up against one of his top studs, Titan Cockswell.
There was lots of potential for Diamond. But what would she star in?