It was harmless enough. I’d been paid to pose for pictures before. But this was disingenuous. When I did modeling gigs, I knew I was there for modeling before I even woke up that morning. Furthermore, I was getting paid and I knew what the pay was. Tonight, I’d been wined and dined and it must have cost a pretty penny, but that made it barter, not a gig. I decided I wasn’t going to do it. . . .He looked at me and said in a disappointed tone, “
This is going to be good. “Thrill me, chill me, shock me, amaze me, but just tell me.”
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Let me tell you what I want from you.”“And what would that be?”I noticed him glancing at a lovely glass coffee table. It was huge. I mean, 2 to 3 inches of heavy glass. You could have a party on it or underneath it, it was so big.
“I loved your a– from the first time I saw you. I would love to see you sitting bare-bottomed on top of the coffee table while I’m underneath “Lovely. And here I was, thinking it was going to be something weird.
For some reason, out of nowhere, I just started laughing.
I could not contain myself. I was so stunned I was laughing my a– off, cackling like a hen.
He said, “Well, are you going to answer me or not?”
I managed to say, “Not,” through the laughter.
Once I’d collected myself, I stood up and said, “With all due respect, you set a very nice stage.” I looked at the girl who stood there silently throughout. I picked up two bottles of Cristal and said, “I’m going to bed,” and left the room. Clearly, I never got a part in that movie. But I did get to keep the shirt.
I’d left XXX films, I did the stripping thing for a while, I still did the Club magazine work and the mail-order business, but funds were dwindling. My opulent lifestyle was eating up all my cash, but I didn’t want to give it up without a fight.
I decided to make my own movie. It was a challenge. It was almost like giving birth . . .
There’s a scene where Shanna McCullough plays an airline stewardess and one of the passengers is Whoopi Goldberg’s mother. Howie knew Whoopi very well and he made the introduction. Whoopi was a complete unknown at the time. She asked me to send her demo tape to my agent friend, Sy Sussman, to get her started. A week later, Mike Nichols signed her to her one-woman show on Broadway and the rest is history.
Since I helped her out, Whoopi even let me stay in her home once her career got going. She’s nutty as a fruitcake, but in a good way. She’s naturally funny, but intense. The lady’s extremely well-read and well-spoken. I don’t think you can be a really good comedian unless you’re an intelligent person.
When Whoopi bought herself a red Porsche and pointed to the car she asked me, “Can you believe that? I can’t believe that car is all mine. And it’s all paid for!” She was just so excited she finally made the big time after struggling for years. God bless her. I was invited to opening night of her show on Broadway. Ironically, the Kennedys, James Earl Jones and other celebs were dressed to the nines and sitting behind us, while I was in the front row with jeans and cowboy boots. Whoopi actually said we were sitting up front because we were the ones who helped her on the way up. That’s loyalty, and I’ll never forget her class and pure heart.
Whoopi had a tour bus and asked me for my posters because she wanted to put them on the inside of the vehicle. She thought it was funny when they took it for a wash that people would think it was my bus and not hers. Once she was sick and hospitalized in Chicago. I don’t recall exactly what was wrong at the time, but she had to cancel her run.
I visited her in the hospital like a good friend. I told a pal of mine who ran a great restaurant to bring her and the hospital staff some food. I made sure everyone was well fed. Even in L.A. we’d pass each other in our cars and pull over and chat. She never once ignored me. I think she’s a supercomedian, an excellent actress and a good human being.
Anyway, I told Whoopi I needed some extras for the movie and she said, “Hey Mom, you want to be in a movie?”
Just like that. She simply sat on the plane. It was a nonspeaking role where she was supposed to react to the pilot and the stewardess having sex, which they weren’t actually doing at the time. You just saw her and the rest of the extras rubbernecking to watch the action that was supposedly going on.
Who cares about some ancient porn slut? Is this even relevant today? Perhaps 30 years ago but now? Really?
I’m fascinated by stories from the early days of Porn. This looks like a very interesting read.. Stars from that era like Seka and the next group with Christy Canyon, Ginger Lynn, etc. have so many untold stories. I enjoyed the books by Christy Canyon, Traci Lords, and Ron Jeremy and I’m looking forward to reading this one! Thanks Seka, for paving the way for guys like me to be able to make a living doing something we love. 🙂