Porn Stars | Mr. Pink's Blog - Part 46

The Business of Women is Good Business

Unless you’re devoutly asexual and keep yourself as removed from popular culture as possible – in which case, what the fuck are you doing reading my blog? – you’d be aware that erotic literary sensation, the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy, eventually did make it to the big screen and did cause some controversy upon its release. Now that the hubbub has mostly subsided and audiences are seeing 50 Shades for the safely lukewarm wade through BDSM’s often tumultuous waters that it is, there’s GirlsWay’s newest feature production to take the 50 Shades premise and run with it. Only this time, there’s no stoic and emotionally inaccessible corporate executive to do the spanking. Instead, it’s GirlsWay’s most acclaimed all-girl performers.

Launching its six-part feature series in early May and recently adding its third episode, GirlsWay takes 50 Shades into hardcore lesbian porn territory and brings India Summer, Charlotte Stokely, Shyla Jennings, and Vanessa Veracruz along for what is already proving to be a risque, if not wild ride. Recasting the original novel’s dominating Christian Grey with one of porn’s most intimidating veterans, India Summer, and casting fresh-faced Samantha Rone as his submissive new employee, GirlsWay flips around a predictable situation. Rone plays a call-girl whose life isn’t as luxurious or rewarding as she’d hope. One last date changes all that when Rone walks into the office of Summer, who immediately lays down the law: her word is law and any disobeying will be dealt with harshly. Taking the young pro into her inner sanctum and, after consummating their sizzling sexual tension, going so far as to invite Rone to be her obedient little slut-seducing machine, Summer’s complete control of her lackey is evident.

Chapter Two, Homecoming, sees Charlotte Stokely enter the picture playing Summer’s assistant. By no means the boss, Stokely still demands obedience from Rone and humiliates her before her new boss and lover. Stokely’s revenge unfolds, however, and sees Rone dealing with the prospect that she, like four other women before her, could wind up mysteriously disappearing after Summer gets through with her. Upsetting her boss, Stokely’s antics earn her and Rone a disciplinary lesson they won’t soon forget.

The latest installment of the sexually scorching and photographically lustrous GirlsWay series, The Secret, sees Summer’s former sub Vanessa Veracruz plotting her revenge after being cruelly dismissed. But what role does Abigail Mac play and just how dangerous will Veracruz prove to be? Fuck, man, we need answers and we’re being made to wait for them!

The Business of Women, Part Four: Taking the Bait is due for release on the GirlsWay network June 29th with two more chapters to follow in July.

Cleaning Up is Hard to Do

All guys have experienced that frantic search for a tissue, old sock, new sock, or fraying rag upon reaching the climax of a masturbatory jaunt. Not always fun, is it? You grab a communal tissue box – hey, nobody was home! – but get paranoid someone can feel the encrusted pre-cum adorning the cardboard side. Or you find the closest cloth object, wipe up, then realize you’ve probably stained your favorite vintage Heart concert shirt with a million-or-so little swimmers. What to do? What to do? Digital Playground, home of the DP contract stars and many incredible audio-visual masturbation aids, has the solution.

Dubbed the “DickBib” and riding the Internet-aided trend of “tributing” (ejaculating on) images of desirable women, Digital Playground has launched an IndieGoGo campaign to raise funds for its latest novelty, a clean-up cloth baring the visage of the studio’s current It Girl, Eva Lovia. Designed to hang below your junk “in anticipation of your spunk,” the DickBib is made from a “special polyester” that’s both reusable and washable, allegedly saving you copious funds otherwise spent on tissues and new socks. The DickBib wearer simply fastens above the penis and lets the lovely Ms. Lovia’s face dangle behind and below their balls in wait.

52400 Is this product, which DP has for pre-sale for $20-a-pop with perks for larger contributions, the stupidest sexual aid to come along since the ScreamingO SnorkelO or a sensible and environmentally friendly way to clean up your spooge? More importantly though, what are you going to tell your visiting, doting mother when she finds the semen-encrusted face of a pornstar staring back at her from your month-old laundry basket and how do you address the “bib” portion of the name without feeling like you should be having baby food wiped from your chin by a babysitter?

Beating on a Budget! with Wicked Pictures

Wicked Pictures has, in the 22 years since it was founded by Steve Orenstein, risen from a brash young upstart to one of porn’s most consistently popular and adventurous hardcore studios. From recent hit titles like Axel Braun’s Barbarella parody, Massage School Dropouts, My Dad’s Hot Wife, My Secretary the Slut, and Jessica Drake’s award-winning ‘Guide to…’ instructional movies, most everything worth watching from Wicked has been collected at the company’s official Wicked Pictures website, where a new 1080p HD feature movie is added every week and photo galleries capture more sedate views of some of porn’s preeminent on-screen talent.

Home to the famous Wicked Girls (who, at various times, included Jenna Jameson, Chasey Lain, Asa Akira, and Jessica Drake) and with dozens upon dozens of industry awards and accolades on its ample mantel, Wicked is the stuff of pornographic legend. And, thanks to Mr. Pink’s devotion to discounts, it’s now more affordable than usual!

THE MATH:
Now available for only $17.95-a-month, Wicked Pictures and its immense archive are incredibly affordable. Each of the 729 DVDs currently available can be considered to cost only 2.5¢ each. And the 4107 scenes contained in these DVDs now cost a ridiculously low 0.43¢ each, proving that acclaimed, award-wining pornographic excellence doesn’t come much more affordable and unmissable than Wicked Pictures.

Bonnie Rotten: EXPOSED

You’d think everyone would be used to seeing a woman’s breasts by now. With rampant displays of cleavage and total toplessness at an all time high according to the National Department of Boobolgical Statistics, and with public disgust at such displays at an all time low, you wouldn’t expect a topless woman in the most sinful, decadent, and indulgent city in the country to turn heads, let alone lead thousands of men to the kind of slack-jawed gawking not seen since the days when Janet Jackson’s infamous hand-bra album cover graced billboards and distracted male drivers the nation over. Yet, here we have intrepid exhibitor of naked flesh, Ms. Bonnie Rotten, swanning around Manhattan and just, like, fucking blowing everyone away with her tits, or something.

Telling a TMZ cameraman she doesn’t “give a fuck” about being seen naked (No shit?), Rotten traipses through Central Park and cites demonstration of a New York law that allows toplessness as her motivation. The looks of outrage and repulsion as Rotten bounds (and bounces) around TMZ crew members and the occasional actual New Yorker are mind boggling. In this day and age, a woman’s breasts causing grown men to skip girlishly down a path, calmly give directions when asked, and even smile politely when confronted with the, uh, confronting image of the AVN winner’s spider-web breast tattoos – it’s just about unheard of, an almost complete non-reaction and clearly not the one Rotten or TMZ were looking for.

Before boarding a subway train and garnering even less attention for her hardly shocking behavior, Rotten tells the camera she’s starting to feel a little nervous. “I’ve heard they have crabs on the train,” she explains. I mean, fuck, folks – the jokes write themselves with this one! “They’re very real,” she tells a table of men in Times Square ogling her famous, award-wining, million-Google-Image-Search-hit-returning mammaries, basically refuting the claims made by an investigative YouTube journalist in late 2013, as seen here:

Well, TMZ and their controversial pornstar du jour have certainly shown us that… what, women can go topless in New York without garnering much attention from Johnny Law, The Man, or ultra-conservative eunuchs. Cool. It’s a pity Scott Weiner ruined San Francisco for nudists or perhaps Bonnie Rotten would have shot a stroll down Market Street naked from head-to-toe.