This is an excerpt from Chapter 4 of my upcoming book, Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy. (Click for more info)

Chapter 4 - A Fucking Foundation

When I made the actual decision to start an agency, I deemed myself an adult talent manager, not a porn agent. There were a number of reasons for this, the most important being that is sounded infinitely less skeezy. Since I didn’t consider myself a lowly “porn person”, I needed to maintain a certain level of non-skeeziness (Good job on that you pimp/whore). Secondly, I planned to offer more services than a standard agent in the adult industry. I was going to help my girls build their careers in a professional manner by getting them publicity, mainstream appearances, and Roth IRA’s. Other agents in the business seemed to care about nothing but making as much money off of the girls as possible in the shortest period of time. I, on the other hand, was going to help them build career longevity, so that they could progress from barely legal schoolgirls to proud MILFS, gathering fame, fortune and the minimum of yeast infections along way! In order to really get started, I needed a little more than one girl and a handful of delusions. I needed a number of girls, a contact list of directors, and even more delusions. Resourceful fella that I am, all three of the necessary items were easily acquired.

The first step, finding girls, was as easy as, well, finding girls. I went to the one place I’d had success in searching for them in my personal life, Myspace. With little effort I located the pages of a number of pornstars including Violet Blue, winner of the AVN award for Best New Starlet a few years before. Assuming this was the equivalent of an Oscar (or at least a daytime Emmy), I figured I’d make bank if I signed her to my client list. Little did I know that, after a couple of years of working in porn, jobs were few and far between, the exact opposite of mainstream acting. So I emailed Violet saying that I had a new agency and wanted to represent her. I repeated this with every adult actress I could find who had a recognizable name or who appeared to have an extensive resume.  Basically I tried to solicit every shot out girl in the business. How the fuck was I supposed to know that porn was the exact opposite of mainstream entertainment? In mainstream, a body of work and a “name” meant that you were likely a sought after actress. In porn, it meant everybody had already fucked you and you’d either retired or moved on to escorting (Prostitution, to those who aren’t trying to self justify being a whore). Most girls work every day for three to six months, then it trickles down to nothing over the next six to twelve months. Granted, a few girls continue to work regularly, but most are relegated to a few shoots per month and privates (aka escorting). The big commodity in this business is brand new girls. I wouldn’t know how to find a brand new girl if she was licking my balls. So I launched the agency with one low level girl who had only been working a few months and a couple of has-beens who couldn’t get themselves jizzed on at a bukkake. To make matters worse, all of the girls were also represented by other agents. Some by multiple other agents. When a porn girls’ career is gasping its’ last, desperate breath, they often worked with as many agents as possible in order to maximize their chances of getting one job. Not only were my girls not going to get any work, they had five other agents that directors already knew trying to book them.

Clearly, I was going to be a huge success.

Now that I was fully stocked with un-bookable girls, I needed a contact list. Without that, I had no one to solicit to not book the old, washed up porn talent I was representing. The girls had a couple of contacts they gave me but most of them were worthless. At one point, I got so desperate for information that I actually emailed a few agencies under the pretense of trying to book talent for a shoot. I asked a number of random questions and, in the middle of them, inserted, “If I’m a new producer, how can I find out what companies I might get to distribute my product?” Not a single one of them replied (fuckers) but a few of them added me to their contact list, and sent me emails whenever they signed a new girl. This was standard procedure to announce newly acquired talent that you wanted directors to book. One day I got an email from one of the smaller agents  telling me that she’d found a new young actress. What struck me wasn’t the talent, and her proclivity for anal sex, but my email address. It was wedged in amongst around forty other emails. The dumb ass agent had forgotten to blind copy everyone. Suddenly I had my first contact list.

The final piece to my puzzle would, like my talent roster and my contact list, be something I had to continue to grow over time in order to be successful as a porn agent. I needed my delusions. I needed to believe it was a normal business. I needed to believe all the girls weren’t damaged. I needed to believe that all the men weren’t misogynists. I needed to believe it wouldn’t eat my soul, make me insane, and almost ruin my life.

Check, check and check. Bad Ass Models was born.

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Also check out excerpts from:

Chapter 1 - Six Showers Away From A Hug
Chapter 2 - CAA to PSK
Chapter 3 - I’m Ready For My Cumshot Mr. DeMille

For more info on the book itself click on: Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy.

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