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Date sent: Wed, 14 May 1997 19:08:06 -0400
Subject: REVIEW - A Week-And-A-Half in the Life of a Prostitute
Review: A Week-And-A-Half in the Life of a Prostitute
Starring: Tricia Devereaux, Katlyn Ashley, Coral Sands, Davia Ardell,
Precious Silver, "Mustang" Sally Layd (Layd), T.T. Boy, Ron Jeremy
(nonsex), Jamie Gillis, Kyle Stone, Tom Byron (?) (stuntcock), others
Running time: 2:15
Rating: 4 out of 5
From: Elegant Angel, Extreme Video
Executive Producer: Patrick Collins
Written, Directed and Produced by: Robert Black
Produced on: 2/12/97
Sally Layd (Bj,F,A), T.T. Boy, Guy, Tom Byron (?) (stuntcock)
Tricia Devereaux (E,F,Bj,A,DP), Davia Ardell (E), Coral Sands (E,Bj),
Ron Jeremy
(masturbation)
Precious Silver (Bj) Jamie Gillis
Kaitlyn Ashley (F,Bj,DP), two unidentified guys
Precious Silver (Bj,F,A,DP), Marc Wallice, Steve Hatcher, other guy
1: We start out with a voice-over, probably by Kaitlyn Ashley on the
lives of those distant cousins of porn stars - the prostitutes. She says we
will be following one twenty dollar bill as it changes hands during a
single night; despite the name and the actual video as she's speaking
(different denominations). Oh, well; it's only porno. And almost none of
the men are listed by name.
We see T.T. Boy and another guy in a car driving around looking for a
hooker. Between the open window in the car and the overly-loud melancholy
music score it's hard to hear exactly what's said, but that's not
necessarily a bad thing. They find Sally Layd and off they go in to a
warehouse.
She goes down on her knees as new overly-loud music starts up. She
starts sucking on T.T. and the other guy, who's a brunette with a ponytail,
dark, squarish sunglasses, and trouble with his erection. In fact, it looks
like there's a number of scenes in her where he's stuntcocked by, of all
people, Tom Byron. I'm not interested in Tom, or any guy, by a long shot,
but he does have one of the most distinctive balls and epididymis
undersides in the business, and his prick, from what I recognize, looks
nothing like the guy he's subbing for. That's good thinking, (sardonic
sigh) that is.
Anyway, Sally in her high boots, leopard shirt and spiked dog collar
almost immediately gets choked by T.T., and there's quite a bit of choking
in this scene, and this whole video. She goes down on them for a while, but
it's just not happening for the other guy. She starts sucking on the other
guy, who's lying on the hood of the car, while T.T. gets behind her to fuck
her doggie. After that he pulls her up on the hood so he can fuck her
missionary, while her head hangs over the edge and blows the other guy.
Some more choking, and then the other guy gets to fuck her doggie, mere
inches from the knife tattoo just above her asshole (she has two more on
either shoulder). She sucks off T.T. while this is going on, and she climbs
on him reverse cowgirl. Lil' more choking.
They start to do the DP with T.T. on the bottom, and we get to see the
editing try to cover up the stuntcocking, with penetration and the guy's
face very carefully not in the same shot. Some choking and hair pulling,
and then a reverse cowgirl DP, maybe so T.T. can choke her properly. They
both stand over her and give her a load of jism to the face that she sucks
down, then she asks for her money, so T. T. chokes her, shoves the money in
her mouth, and hey duct tape u her mouth and tie her hands behind her
back.
Then we seen Tricia Devereaux in what appears to be a straight jacket
and a white room somewhere, ruminating on her life as a prostitute. We get
to see the fake knife and blood trick, when she recalls one trick where the
guy didn't want to fuck her, just cut himself in front of her. "Life as a
prostitute isn't so bad," she repeats as we go to the next scene.
2: She, Davia Ardell, and Coral Sands are standing on the corner when
Ron Jeremy, a college graduate in taped glasses, rolls up on them and takes
them to a hotel room. They won't do him for the agreed-upon price, but they
will do each other. Luckily, he's come prepared with some toys, some of
them very big toys. He gets to sit on the bed and watch.
The other two gang up on Davia first, going down on her. A sort of daisy
chain ensues, and then some tribadism (shell bumping) between Coral and
Davia. Then Tricia sits on Coral's face while Davia goes down on her. More
lez stuff and even some light choking and technical violations involving a
phone cord, but it's obvious the girls are just acting and not really into
it.
A strap-on appears on Davia, so she can fuck Coral doggie and Ron tries
to get past his belly to auto-fellate himself. Davia gets a stocking on her
head, but it, too, never takes in a convincing way. She sits on Tricia
reverse cowgirl so she can rub her clit with her strap-on for a minute or
two before getting to jam it in missionary, then doggie before Coral gets a
chance to sit-and-gyrate.
Suddenly, a reverse cowgirl DP of Tricia is underway, with Davia, who
has the "fakest" of the three sets of fake boobies on display, on top. Ron
looks a little bored, and so was I. It's an okay scene, but Bionca and
Bruce Seven have churned out a landfill's worth of hotter g/g stuff. Coral
goes solo up Tricia's shitter before they engage in a regular ol' DP. They
rub the phone on Tricia's pussy and let Ron smell it, before jacking off
all over it.
Next we see Tricia sobbing in a bathroom somewhere for some specifically
inexplicable reason. She lights up a crack pipe for a little relief before
douching herself, while the editor plays with his camera effects. Ah, to be
young and overacting. Hey, maybe I've been watching too many movies, but
most directors put special camera effects in to make a point, not prove
they have the capacity of putting in special effects.
Next up is the blonde, extremely big-titted (saline, if she's smart)
Precious Silver, looking very much the teenage Hollywood Boulevard hooker
with her cigarette, sunglasses and headphones. She's got a stud in her
upper lip. Whatever happened to fake beauty marks?
She tries to thumb a ride (and money) for her sparsely-bearded fella.
Who SHOULD pull up but Jamie Gillis? They cram into the front and the guy
pimps her out for $20. He get out and they go around the corner into a
handicapped spot.
3: Jamie talks dirty to her and manhandles her and makes her suck his
dick and balls; you know, the usual Jamie stuff. It's not the greatest blow
job I've ever seen, and it's a short scene, but it manages to be more than
slightly erotic as he shoots his screez on her lips and pushes his rod in
her mouth so she can suck it out. He kisses her a little bit, she gets out
of the car, takes the money and dumps the fella after spitting in his face.
4: Kaitlyn Ashley, dressed in a fuck-the-shit-out-of-me black neoprene
outfit, goes up to the local drug dealer. After partaking, she has an
apparent heart attack, and wakes up in a brightly-colored place with two
white guys in blackface, dressed in pimp outfits and holding watermelons.
Let me guess; this is supposed to be offensive to someone. Whatsamatter,
couldn't find any actual black guys?
One guy opens her up and starts doing her missionary pretty much right
away while the other shoves some watermelon in her mouth. She sucks his rod
and balls, alternating with watermelon. Then some more of the same, only
doggie. One guys fingers her and slaps her pussy for a while, and then she
gets fucked sidesaddle and upside down.
She takes a DP with some light choking, but the music is so loud that it
cut down on my enjoyment of the scene. Anyway, Kaitlyn's not on my list of
favorites for anals and DPs; over the years, she's slowly become accustomed
to them, but I'd wouldn't exactly say she loves them. Then a RCDP, and I
must say her lips seem to have gotten so big from the beginning of the
scene that I wouldn't have believed it possible. If she ever has a kid,
they'll probably get bigger than some guy's cocks.
Anyway, the DP goes on for a while, and it does get a little tedious.
One chokes her, and she appears to have an orgasm (I've see her do this
before). Then they rub watermelon on her and jack off on her. It's an okay
scene on repeated viewing, but a little perfunctory.
Then we see some riding around by some guy (Robert Black?) maybe a cop
(alone, in his sport-utility vehicle), who waxes rhapsodic about L.A. and
lowlifes in L.A.
5: Precious Silver and her guy again. He convinces her to take one for
the team, and she gets picked up by Marc Wallice, who takes her back home
where two other guys are waiting. He suddenly gets rough with her, and
throws her down on the couch. The other two make her start sucking their
cocks.
This is the roughest scene in the video, and the best. She doesn't
exactly appear to be a shrinking violet, and she gets her hair pulled, and
slapped and choked. While I certainly have no desire to do this in real
life, the power in a scene like this is its intensity. Slapping is an
intense action, choking is an intense action, hair-pulling is an intense
action. When expressed in a sexual dimension, where it intensifies things
for the other person, too, they add to the act. Don't be mistaken; without
it, it's just abuse.
Kyle Stone fucks her hard from behind while she sucks on Marc and the
other guy. She's got a big tattoo on her left shoulder and a clit ring.
Then Marc gets a shot at some ass pounding, with Precious on her stomach
and so does the other guy while she licks Kyle's balls and cock. Kyle gets
a chance to stick it up her ass doggie over and over again, while she
slurps on the other two, before Wallice gets to fuck her ass upside down.
Someone sticks some fingers in her pussy, in addition to her own three or
four, and she licks some guy's ass.
Her butt gets banged again and she even gets choked by three or 4
hands and slapped this time. Well, she was asking for it, literally. Some
RCDP with a man in her mouth, slapping and choking, back to the doggie
(probably just an edit from the earlier scene) before taking their three
loads a' launching, one at a time, in her mouth and on her face. Compared
to the rest, this is almost an anti-climax, take a long time, appears to
have some scenes repeated, and is the only weak spot in this whole scene.
This is the most intense of the lot.
6: Last up is Tricia, back on the street and hustling. She's in the
middle of a negotiation, when the cop (?) Robert Black (?) scares off her
"date", grabs her by the hair and tosses her in the car. "Jennifer's" pleas
for leniency fall on deaf ears, but her willingness to deal gets a rise out
of another place. he fingers her and makes her go down on him, first inside
the truck and then out. He opens the door and stands outside so he can fuck
her missionary and then standing-up doggie. They move over to a nearby
large flatbed so she can ride him; some choking and hair-pulling here, but
it's positively gentle compared to most of the rest. Then some anal on her
front side and RAC, before he holds her hair while she's on her knees for
him, before the jack-off jack's off on her face and then rubs her face all
over the windshield. End
The first scene repeats and the voice-over, almost drowned out by the
music, claims that this is movie is not about "glorifying"; it's about
"awareness and education". Ooo--kaaayyy. And there's some numbers for
booklets and services for raped, abused and women or people with other
problems. Interesting, but can you say "token gesture"?
All in all, a very hot movie, for the intensity of the slapping and
choking if for nothing else. I wouldn't want every movie, or even most
movies to be like this, but it has its place.
Reverend Lovejoy: Don't worry, Homer, you can tell us anything.
Homer: The other day I was so desperate for a beer that
I snuck into the football stadium and ate the dirt
under the bleachers.
Reverend Lovejoy: I CAST THEE OUT!!!
"The Simpsons"
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