The Love of an AV Actress (Part 1)

1.
The curtains were drawn, the lights were turned on, and the room was bathed in warm light.
Makeup artist Xiao Tu hurriedly touched up the makeup of actress Xiao Huo, brushing powder back and forth on Xiao Huo's face like an archaeologist brushing freshly made artifacts.
Xiao Huo remained motionless, wrapped in a red blanket, letting Xiao Tu work on her.
"Is it done?" Director A Tu called into the bathroom.
"Almost done," came the reply from inside, from actor A Ming.
Hearing this, Xiao Huo shouted into the bathroom, "Wash it clean, especially that area. Last time, the stench from there almost made me vomit."
The director, following the order, quickly yelled back into the bathroom, "Ah Ming, wash your thing clean! That's your problem. You can't even sweep the snow in front of your own door, how can you expect to sweep the world?"
Ah Ming poked his head out of the bathroom, looking miserable, and said, "Director, Xiao Huo has a prejudice against me. Every time, I wash and scrub, I practically peel off a layer of skin, but she still complains..."
"Alright, alright, next time you two should talk it out. Don't fight over these things all day long. Anyway, the audience can't see your smell."
Ah Ming said, "Director, to be honest, how can that area not smell? If tofu doesn't smell, can it be called stinky tofu? If pig intestines don't smell, they don't have a chewy texture. If a man's genitals don't smell, wouldn't they just be a rubber rod?"
Seeing Ah Ming's rebuttal, Xiao Huo's face hardened, "Ah Ming, are you ever going to stop? If you don't wash it clean, I'll bite you off." She then smiled wryly.
Seeing that Xiao Huo's mood had improved, A Ming wisely retreated into the bathroom and washed his private parts again for the nth time. Then he came out, and the director asked, "Did you remember today's routine?"
"Yes, I remember it. First, the priest position, then the old man pushing the cart position, then the little dog riding the wheelbarrow position," A Ming recited, rattling off the numbers.
"Wrong, wrong," Xiao Huo interrupted, "first the little dog riding the wheelbarrow position, and finally the old man..."
The director rolled his eyes at A Ming, "Ah, are you out of your mind? You can't even remember these few moves? It's not like it's the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms..."
A Ming smiled wryly, "Director, these are the moves you told me this morning, aren't they? I didn't make a mistake."
The director winked at A Ming, "For the moves, listen to Xiao Huo, understand?"
A Ming, bearing the humiliation, nodded.
The director said, "And the timing, you know?"
"Yes, yes," Ah Ming nodded repeatedly, "I got an erection at two minutes and five seconds, started moving at ten minutes and five seconds, and started ejaculating at fifteen minutes and thirty seconds..."
"Ah Ming, you pig-brain! You ejaculated at fifteen minutes and twenty-five seconds!" Xiao Huo shouted, startling Xiao Tu, who was putting the finishing touches on her eyebrows. "Outside of working hours, you were still inside, that's equivalent to rape."
Ah Ming's waist was bent like a shrimp. "Xiao Huo, what's wrong with you today? We used to work together so well, didn't we?"
Xiao Tu quickly ran to Ah Ming's side, pretending to smooth his hair, and whispered, "Listen to Xiao Huo, her period is coming, she's emotionally unstable, and behind your back she says you're the best."
Ah Ming nodded and said, "Okay, I'll definitely stick to the schedule."
Xiao Huo saw that she was so respectful and docile, and couldn't help but smile again.
In the adult film industry, despite the glamorous appearance of male actors on screen, it's the actresses who are truly cherished on stage. Aside from displaying their prowess on camera, male actors are subservient to the actresses offstage.
The lights illuminated a large bed in the center, and all the cameras were turned on. Multi-camera shooting was used; in addition to the four fixed cameras in the corners, two cameramen followed the actors' performances. For a moment, the small room was filled with a vibrant atmosphere.
Seeing that everyone was ready, the director shouted, "Action!" He was also incredibly charismatic and basking in the limelight. As

soon
as the camera switched on, Xiao Huo, who had been expressionless just moments before, instantly transformed, smiling sweetly and her eyes sparkling.
A Ming, clearly still uncomfortable after being rebuked by Xiao Huo, cautiously approached.
The large bed was covered with pink sheets, casting a crimson glow over the room, enveloping Xiao Huo, who instantly became like a pink ball of dough.
Thankfully, Xiao Huo remained professional in front of the camera. Her large eyes, covered by long, black, fan-like eyelashes, fluttered slightly. The eyeshadow on her eyelids was fully applied, revealing its original color because Xiao Huo's eyes were closed while sucking.
A Ming was shirtless, wearing only underwear. Men's underwear has remained largely unchanged for millennia, lacking the modern flair of women's styles. So, A Ming simply grabbed any pair of underwear to wear.
However, today's underwear was a bit tight, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable in bed; it was too restrictive.
Xiao Huo wore a dark-colored pinafore dress that couldn't conceal her white bra straps, and a pink skirt underneath. She knelt on the bed, waiting for A Ming to approach.
A Ming, having just been reprimanded, was a little scared and timid. But Xiao Huo smiled, shifted her legs, moved her knees forward, and approached A Ming. She reached out and placed her hand on A Ming's crotch, gently stroking his underwear with her slender fingers, like a bird pecking at grains of rice.
Xiao Huo's hand was gentle, and A Ming didn't sense any rejection from her. He felt a jolt of excitement, a surge of heat, and gradually entered the role.
Abandoning distractions and quickly getting into character is a basic quality for both male and female actors. A Ming felt a little grateful to Xiao Huo, thinking that although she was usually quite hostile, she was very good at evoking emotions in front of the camera.
However, A Ming quickly suppressed the urge within him. If he waved his flag, the flagpole would straighten. Xiao Huo had just criticized him for waving his flag outside of designated times, which not only violated the director's intentions but also displeased Xiao Huo. So A Ming controlled himself. He knew he had to wait for Xiao Huo to give him a gentle suck before he could unrestrainedly express the exhilaration of victory.
These two thoughts intertwined; A Ming used acting skills to control his desire.
Fortunately, Xiao Huo quickly pulled down the front of his underwear, freeing Ah Ming. Ah Ming immediately felt relieved. Two minutes and five seconds later, Ah Ming decisively became erect. Xiao Huo's bright red tongue flashed before Ah Ming's eyes, and instantly, Ah Ming's whole body convulsed, melting into a warm ocean.
Ah Ming's tension just now was because he was worried that Xiao Huo would despise him. Now, Xiao Huo was eagerly and relentlessly conquering his strategic territory. He felt that Xiao Huo did not despise his filth, and at this point, a surge of emotion welled up in his heart.

3
"Cut," the director called out. The director's surname was Zhao, and if judged by age, he should be considered a fifth-generation director. Zhang Yimou had many classmates back then, and after decades of ups and downs, no more than ten of them are still making films. Many directors of that age became deans, leaders, or just drifted through life. Director Zhao, who made adult films, was considered the worst off among the fifth generation.
Ah Ming and Xiao Huo were performing the missionary action when they heard the director's instruction to immediately stop.
Director Zhao, holding the storyboard, took a few steps. The focused lights made his eyes a little blurry, and he squinted, suddenly feeling a bit old.
His biggest frustration was not knowing what the audience would like. In his plans, he always wanted to make his adult films more erotic and marketable. Sometimes, he even tried to participate, to put himself in the audience's shoes, and to use his own feelings to strive for internationally advanced standards. However, the more he imagined it, the less passionate he became.
Sometimes, he would sit outside the performance area watching the sex scenes, like watching roosters and hens mating in a chicken coop—he couldn't muster any interest.
"I'm getting old," he often lamented. The entire Fifth Generation was getting old, but Zhang Yimou and his team had at least produced some award-winning films. What had he done? He worked diligently, but even he felt listless. Mental exhaustion was the real exhaustion.
Just now, Ah Ming and Xiao Huo were rehearsing their scene on the bed according to the pre-arranged plan. Suddenly, a loud commotion arose, but Director Zhao felt it was a light drizzle, like the spring rain in Jiangnan, a lullaby. In that instant, he dozed off.
He struggled to wake up and found Ah Ming and Xiao Huo performing very professionally. Their movements were so exaggerated that they had lifted half the bedsheet, and the decorative flowers on the headboard were askew. The background was truly ugly.
Director Zhao initially thought he could just turn a blind eye and get through the scene; after all, it was just to fool one audience member, and the background was dispensable. However, a sudden thought struck him: he should be stricter. His biggest flaw in life was his lack of rigor. He thought of Zhang Yimou, who had dozens of bags of maple leaves specially transported to lay on the ground for a single scene of falling leaves
. He figured his bedding should also strive for that level of meticulousness. So, Director Zhao finally called out weakly, "Cut!"

Xiao
Huo's delicate hand was holding Ah Ming's hands. Ah Ming was diligently working, both of them looking completely absorbed.
Hearing the director's "Cut," they immediately separated. Xiao Huo sat up from the bed, looking at Director Zhao with a suspicious expression. Ah Ming knelt down, looking at Director Zhao with a hint of nervousness.
"It's not your fault, no, tell Xiao Tu to tidy up the sheets." Director Zhao gestured from the head of the bed.
Xiao Tu was a girl from the film crew, wearing jeans, her hair tied up, her face sallow, covered in red warts. She was leaning against the sofa opposite the bed, listlessly lost in thought.
Hearing the director's instructions, she quickly went into the performance area, tidied the bed, and reinstalled the decorations beside it.
The two actors stood there blankly, waiting for filming to resume. Ah Ming had already put away his equipment. Like any normal person, the male actor had reached a state of perfection; the moment the spotlight came on, he would immediately reach the required height within the allotted time, never half a minute early, never a second late. Just standing there was a waste of energy; everyone knows that wasting expression when taking photos. Similarly, the same principle of conserving energy applies to adult film filming.
Director Zhao returned to his original position and called out, "Continue, connect to shot 309, script supervisor, take notes." After calling out, Director Zhao suddenly felt embarrassed. He still wanted to make art films; in his dreams, he still longed for the grandeur of his days as an assistant director on film crews. But now, making this kind of film didn't require many shots; just keep it flowing.
Thinking of this, Director Zhao blushed. Fortunately, his subordinates didn't pay attention to his emotions and continued filming.
Ah Ming returned to her previous position, and Xiao Huo lay back down, spreading her arms and holding the large pillow, continuing the previous action.
Ah Ming entered the role as required, and Xiao Huo began to emit somewhat exaggerated moans again. Filming proceeded as scheduled.
Director Zhao suddenly felt a little sleepy and thought, let them film. After all, the cinematographer is the one who holds the pen, and in the future, they should be appointed as directors. Why not give them more freedom? The greatest director in his generation was actually the cinematographer. A cinematographer-director trained by another cinematographer made a film that won the Silver Bear at the Berlin International Film Festival. Let them make their films.
Thinking this, Director Zhao suddenly felt a sense of relief and stood up to go to the bathroom. After finishing, Director

Zhao
noticed the floor was very wet, covered in water stains left by the actors during their shower. The large glass wall was fogged up with condensation. Director Zhao glanced at the mirror and saw his blurry face. Not wanting to see his increasingly plump facial expression, he was quite satisfied with the blurry reflection.
Beside the sink, a jumble of things was piled up. One item, probably Xiao Huo's discarded lace underwear, was crumpled up and placed beside the basin. Several other items, likely unsuitable ones left over from trying on bras, were hanging messily on towels. Seeing the women's underwear, Director Zhao felt a slight urge, but the thought that it belonged to Xiao Huo dampened his enthusiasm. Perhaps he was too familiar with it; Director Zhao knew Xiao Huo's techniques as well as the basic film concepts taught in academy. It wasn't that Xiao Huo wasn't trying hard, but she always felt uncomfortable in front of the camera. Director Zhao understood; it was because she wasn't sexy.
Where does a woman's sexiness lie?
Director Zhao thought back to this old question he'd discussed with his classmates in college. A woman's sexiness is actually concentrated in the area of her face, about the size of two palms. A woman's face is the core of her sexiness. As for her figure, everything else is closely tied to this core. Without a pretty face to support it, no matter how large her breasts or buttocks, it's all for naught. Especially for film actors, it all depends on their face; whether they can perform physically is secondary.
Xiao Huo had a good figure, curvaceous and sexy from behind. But Director Zhao felt that Xiao Huo's face didn't look good during climax. During climax, her mouth would point upwards, looking a little too greedy, giving off an overly proactive feeling. Director Zhao felt that the most beautiful expression a woman could make during orgasm was one of acceptance, not acquisition. Men are strange; they like to see a woman possessed. A woman at orgasm best reflects her true nature, and if a man doesn't feel a complete possession of her at that moment, his sexual interest will diminish.
It was precisely because of this that Director Zhao wasn't very interested in Xiao Huo. During her passionate orgasms, Xiao Huo was a bit too self-centered, and while her face was usually quite nice, her pouting during orgasm was unsightly. "
There aren't any good actresses,"
Director Zhao sighed inwardly. "
It's all because producer Lao Qian has such poor taste; he doesn't even bother to recruit actresses he finds appealing." Director Zhao could only sigh softly.
After washing his hands, just as he was about to leave, he heard Xiao Huo's angry voice, "Ah Ming, you idiot, don't you have any morals?" Do

n't
ask, it must be that Ah Ming went overtime, taking up Xiao Huo's time outside of work. Thinking of this, Director Zhao shook his wet hands. He had intended to use a towel from the bathroom to wipe himself, but then he remembered that those towels might have been used by male or female actors to wipe certain areas, so he immediately stopped. Although he wouldn't call himself a germaphobe, if it was a towel Xiao Huo had used, it wouldn't be so bad, but if it was a towel Ah Ming had used, especially one used to wipe his private parts, remembering Xiao Huo's comment about that area being dirty, it was best not to use it.
"Stop arguing, stop arguing," Director Zhao said without even looking at the bed. "Ah Ming, your sense of time is getting worse and worse. Finish where you're supposed to finish. I know you like to go over time, you like to take advantage of others."
Ah Ming knelt on the bed, his once vigorous member now hanging limply like the Chinese national football team, clearly indicating that he was done. He looked at the director with a wronged expression and said, "Director, it's not my responsibility."
"What do you mean it's not your responsibility? If Xiao Huo says you're wrong, then you're wrong," Director Zhao said sternly.
Xiao Huo lay motionless on the bed, wiping the white liquid from her chest with a tissue. "Ah Ming, you're really shameless. I guess I'll never know you again. You pig-headed idiot, you good-for-nothing."
Director Zhao sat in his chair, looking at the mess on the bed. "Ah Ming, I scheduled your time for fifteen minutes. You ejaculated then, and you weren't satisfied, taking up Xiao Huo's free time. How could Xiao Huo not be angry?" Director Zhao believed in harmony bringing wealth, and he usually directed his anger at the male actors when conflicts arose between actresses, because the rule in this industry was to keep the actresses happy.
"Director, I ejaculated at that exact time, not a minute too early, not a minute too late," Ah Ming said.
"So what? You, Ah Ming, are just playing with me, aren't you? Your old problem is that you only care about your own feelings," Xiao Huo raised her face, her cheeks still flushed with excitement. "You only care about your own orgasm within the allotted time. What about me? What about me? You've got me all worked up, you're only thinking about your own pleasure, have you ever thought about how I feel as your partner? You keep pushing me up, pushing me until I'm about to reach the top, and then you suddenly come down the mountain. I'm left all alone on the mountain, unable to go up, unable to come down, have you ever thought about me?"
Ah Ming shrank back and forth between her upper and lower head, full of grievances. "What am I supposed to do? If I go over time, you'll accuse me of rape; if I'm on time, you'll say I'm inhuman."
"You stupid pighead, you're really dumb to the core," Xiao Huo kicked Ah Ming. "You don't understand women."
"What am I supposed to do now?" Ah Ming seized the opportunity to stand on the floor below the bed. "I'll make you climax again."
Xiao Huo cursed at him, "Pah, you wish! You think women are elevators, able to go up and down? Go to hell!"
Actually, Xiao Huo's face showed no anger. Director Zhao saw that they didn't seem to be arguing any further, so he gave up trying to mediate, shrugged, and indicated that filming was over for the day.
At this moment, Xiao Tu told him, "Director Zhao, Director Qian is here."

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