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Chapter 1. Touching Jane
 Often, the most profound things happen softly and quietly. That was the case with handsome German model Helmut and exotic Croatian beauty Dashka, almost as soon as they met yesterday at the Villa Venusia on Lipa.
We're Team Med, and we arrived late yesterday at the small airstrip on this sunny Adriatic island for three days of erotic film shooting. Most of us have worked together before. Helmut and Dashka were the two newest members of Madame Lussec's private, protected cinema organization.
On the technical side, there's our Jamaican-U.K. camera genius, Frederick "Frad" Hoame, and our darkly hairy, muscled Italian sound man Tony Alfano. Frad is as uptight as Tony is a loose goose, always smiling broadly, so they get along just fine—an odd couple. On this occasion, Tony was not yet here because he had been bumped off a connecting flight between Milan and Krijena (Croatia, mainland not far from Lipa island).
There's my production assistant, Mina Palmarino, a small, pretty woman, who takes her work to heart—and to bed quite often. Mina is very sexy, the way good things come in small packages. She sometimes dives—or gets sucked—into the action when a shoot is going strong and crackling with sex auras.
The other two women models were tall, willowy Jane from the greater London area in the U.K., and another highly sexed Italian girl, Lorena Cavallieri. The reason we are sometimes top heavy with Italians is because Lipa, while a Croatian island, is just across the narrow northern Adriatic Sea from the Venice region of Italy. I would argue there is plenty of great talent in the Balkans, but everything in how this company does business is dictated by Madame Lussec, the sole owner and corporate mogul.
Our warmup in the morning would be centered on blonde, tall, blue-eyed Jane, who aroused everyone on the shoot, especially Helmut and Lorena. Very fittingly, we did not capture what happened between Helmut and Dashka on video—it was their private moment, and an 'aw!' moment for the rest of us.
With limited location time (even though Madame Lussec owns this 19th Century villa), we usually try to get everyone well-rested and in the mood for long hours of sex-drenched performance. We don't do porn, so it's harder for us. We create art, so our work has to not only be professional, but we have to have high-end literate viewers creaming their shorts or panties. Frad, our camera genius, not only shoots pink, moist crevaces and hairy, shadowy slots, but also the faint changes of expression including eyes rolling up, mouths puffing air with sexual arousal, fingers exploring tender spots, opposite's fingers responding with loving caresses, and so on.
The villa is spacious, with acres of well-irrigated grounds on all sides. We are high up on a broad hill slope overlooking the sparkling Adriatic Sea on the western shore of Lipa, and sprawling forests of limewood trees. There is a town, Lipa, on the northeast side opposite the villa. A small airstrip near Lipa ferries small planes and helicopters in and out of the main coastal airport at Rijeka (where Dashka lives with her air force husband, her mother, and her two year old son).
Every model lives a private life—his or her main or real life, you might say. Most work through multiple agencies to find whatever work they can get. Dashka is one of the most highly recommended women I've seen in a long time. She is striking in a way I almost cannot describe—not too tall, not too full-figured, but solid in a way that drives men (and women) crazy. She has a floating swirl of hair the color of rust on old metal, which shines in the sunlight like an autumn forest. Her face is creamy, squarish, with slitty gunmetal-gray-blue eyes that stare into a person's soul. Her broad cheekbones are covered in a mass of orange-juice freckles as is her short, sculpted nose. She seems reserved and shy, but communicates this unknown something, an urgency that touches everyone who sees her.
I first saw Dashka before an interview in a high-end pedestrian mall in Geneve, Switzerland a few weeks earlier. She wore a loosely flowing, almost see-through white cotton summer dress that made no secret of her lavishly endowed, firm young body. Every time she moved, she swayed a bit like that classical girl from Ipanema, and when she passed, each one she passed simply stared with their mouth open. Her generous breasts and full hips swayed provocatively. Men would instantly throw her lives away for her—she was that rare a woman. Women reacted in two ways—either jealously frowning, or hungry for something about her, as if they wanted to take her home, lift her white dress, carress her full, firm caramel legs, and make passionate love to her. Not with her, but to her, because Dashka presents herself as a powerful but passive presence. I've been surprised by that aspect of the most cultured, polished, slightly older women before, at unexpected moments on a shoot, when a woman will behave like a man and take her younger sex partner as if she had a big cock to fuck her with; a long, thick two-way dildo will do nicely, or a strap-on still smelling of rubber and leather from the box in the sex shop.
Helmut is a tall, wiry young man from Bremen, with washboard abs, steely muscles, and rough-cut blond hair that hangs over a craggy face and slitty gray-blue eyes like the North Sea. He has the kind of hard, layered chest that a woman wants to sigh and lay her face against, smiling happily. He has man-tits with nipples like nuts that woman want to take a Christmas nutcracker to. Helmut is probably bisexual—I get such a vibe. But he has a wife and two small daughters back in Bremen. His wife, an attractive housewife out of a German version of Ozzie and Harriet, cares for the children and also works as a nursing aide. I think Helmut has a man-thing going with a sailor in the German navy, stationed in Bremerhaven, but it never interferes with his otherwise stodgy family life. He gets plenty of MW and other action from his modeling jobs. He is trained as a plumber, and could nicely support his family at his trade, but the modeling work excites him more, and his cute girl-next-door wife is very easy going and lets him call the shots—as long as the bills get paid, and she regularly gets laid.
So now, yesterday, people arrive in two batches. Frad, Mina, and I were already there from a previous shoot last week. Tony had to go to his brother's wedding in Bologna, and was supposed to return today, but was held up along the way.
A noonish plane from Krijena brings in Lorena and Helmut, while a commuter helicopter at mid-afternoon brings Jane and Dashka.
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