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Chapter 2. Villa of Venus
 Six of us were sitting around the Sun Hall at the Villa Venusia, waiting for the sound man to arrive so we could start the day's sexy shoot. The stars were to be three beautiful young women and one handsome male model. We do high-end art films and erotica, and this was going to be a very steamy, sexy shoot with no holes barred (so to speak). The villa's name was given by its English builder in the 1870s, after a Roman-era statue of Aphrodite (Venus) discovered as workers dug the foundation. The island had been dedicated to the goddess of love in ancient times, as was the villa after Mme Lussec bought it in the 1990s.
I've already mentioned a juicy little incident that sets the tone for how this glorious little women-oriented company works. It's a small thing, that panty grabbing between Jane and Lorena, but it says a lot about the easy-going, intimate, woman-friendly atmosphere dictated by our founder and CEO, Madame Lussec.
Since this is the first installment of my memoirs as location manager for Villa Entertainment Venusia (VEV)—a top-quality art film and erotica house—a bit of this extremely sexy and heat-provoking little book will introduce some necessary background for reader understanding. I am confident that the back-story is every bit as exciting and intriguing as the erotic forefront.
My goal, in writing these things down, is to follow the high standards set by Madame Jeanne Lussec, our successful, wealthy, and very kind CEO. VEV aims, very successfully, at a high-class art and literature market. At least half of our customers are professional women with university degrees.
I am writing these memoirs with the full blessing and consultation of Madame Lussec. She is a former East German and then Western spy, whose M.O. is to remain as anonymous and secretive as possible. This enables VEV to flourish as an island of decency and erotic masterpieces, as opposed to the seamy porn industry with which we avoid all contact.
Our operation is the pet project of Madame Jeanne Lussec, formerly a Cold War spy, who ran a sex shop in West Germany for her East German spy masters, before turning against them. Markus Wolf, head of East Germany's HVA, was history's greatest spy master. His specialty was using sex against enemy officials—he brought down the West German government of 1971 Nobel Prize recipient Chancellor Willi Brandt in 1974 over a sex scandal involving Brandt's close aide Günter Guillaume, an ex-Nazi turned Stasi agent. That climate of the times set up the perfect opportunity for a young woman from the East to operate a sex shop and funnel beautiful women (and some men) through to compromise high government and military targets. Today, Madame has made millions in the health and sex industry, and runs her operation like the espionage trade. She takes excellent care of the models, especially 'her girls,' to keep us totally in the art trade and as far as possible from the seamy porn business. She does everything possible to protect the anonymity and safety of 'her girls.' On occasion that has included having them travel in the company of armed plainclothesmen moonlighting from certain European special forces, including on occasion men from the French Foreign Legion—we are ready for anything, because anything is possible when it comes to sex, money, and power. In other words, when Madame Lussec says she will do anything to ensure the safety of her employees in this high-risk business, she is one woman who puts her money where it counts. Trust me—she is a good friend.
Madame's background is as fascinating as any of the post-Cold War erotic adventures of which I tell, and I will detail some of them in later installments. She endears herself to all her staff, as well as most open-minded, sex-loving women and men in the privacy of their own thoughts and homes. Like the famous health and sex guru Beate Uhse, Jeanne Lussec has dedicated herself to the proposition that healthy sex in any acceptable form is good for the body and the soul of all adult men and women. We do good, clean sex, always interesting, sometimes kinky and hinky, but never perverted, criminal, harmful, or demeaning—especially to women. Madame Lussec wants this to be a product for women to enjoy with dignity and privacy, either solo or as a steamy warm-up for sex with their partner.
Models come and go in this business. A few stay with us for the long haul, teaching younger models to loosen up, relax, feel safe, and above all, enjoy the sex. Models are carefully recruited, and each is vetted personally by Madame via a video submitted to her with the help of one or two tried and tested women. The standards for recruiting men are ten times as high, because too often, male models in the other industry (porn) are chosen only by the length of their dick; too often they look like the street thugs that they really are.
Our way is good for the women, because they get to have sex with really topnotch performers who know how to be gentle, go slow, get the woman genuinely warmed up, and end up having twin climaxes together. That's the ultimate payoff for us.
Some of the women, who remain largely celibate in real life between husbands or boyfriends or girlfriends, find their weekend visits to VEV like a vacation with the best sex they'll ever have. It's often the only sex they have during celibate interludes.
The money is good for them. And I should say that half these young women have had babies, many are married, and they are doing it to help support their families. Others are working their way through university, and Madame helps them with that. Madame once overnight expressed a heavy down coat to an exotic, Mongol-eyed beauty in Helsinki, Finland, who was working hard at university but in the dumps financially and literally freezing while running between classes during the winter semester.
Most of our models are young women at least twenty years old (Madame's rules; you will find that her standards permeate everything we do, and what a blessing that is), but none over thirty (at most). We take nobody who abuses drugs or alcohol, has too many tattoos which are often signs of a criminal subculture depending on the nation of origin, or shows signs of having been too long in the porn industry—an industry totally different from ours.
VEV models are mostly women because that is how Madame learned the business. She found men to be rather gross for the most part (she is straight, widowed, age 70-something now, and was married three times in her younger years). I'll say more about these things as I write this memoir—I am writing it, a little every day, at a sunny desk in my private room in the Villa Venusia, which is located on the tiny Croatian island of Lipa in the Adriatic. I send the installments to a professional editor at a house in London, who does minimal editing so as not to lose the genuine flavor (Madame's orders; what else?).
We film about three females for every male model, mostly straight sex, with a good deal of girl-girl in the mix because, again, that is how Madame built her business over the years. It's become for me so that men are painful to watch on screen, compared to the women who gently embrace and touch each other. Some have told me they pretend to be with a young man, especially when a strap-on is being used. Both the male and female models are very carefully recruited. Several of the women have Master's degrees or better, and are getting their start in high-powered careers. Everyone works under a pseudonym, of course. I hope to recruit at least one educated woman soon, with a writing knack, to add some of the memoirs from a woman's perspective.
One other thing to mention, as spoken by Madame during one of our Sunday coffees: Every model and every situation is different. Some are in it for the money, others for the sex, others to support a school career, others to support new babies, and so on. Some pretend, some look bored and quit soon, others look uncomfortable and go their way soon, and some are in it for the sex. My observation is that most girls doing this have already pondered their choices. The Americans are different in that they come from a puritanical society and spend a lot of time struggling with denial. The European are much more matter-of-fact. Madame plays no favorites. In the US, the assumption was until recently that sex and erotica are dirty, and of necessity linked with crime and filth. Many samples of U.S. video we reviewed were filmed in dingy, dirty hotel rooms, using models covered with tattoos and looking like they were in the end stages of drug abuse, some with scabs or missing teeth, many covered in tattoos. They didn't look as if they were enjoying being smacked around by the thug male actors.
The European girls tended to be more elegant, dressed in their finest clothing, and shot in first-class homes or hotels—not a cockroach or a raving fundamentalist preacher in sight. Americans are surprised to see the cleanliness and wholesomeness of our models. Sometimes it is like watching college girls from middle class families—which they often are. What's a little frustrating is that they are so cute and innocent, too—they'll typically start out giggling and blushing—but those are the very ones who loosen up and become almost hysterical when aroused. They go from embarrassed to sincere, in the sense of being visibly aroused to the point of uncontrolled passion. So, as Madame says, it all evens out.
I'm reminded of a man who told me the difference between a U.S. mother and a European mother. Upon learning that her daughter is about to move in with a boy friend, the American mother tears her hair out and prays only that the two will get married and avoid shame to the family. The European mother tears her hair out and prays only that the two will not get married—that they will fuck for a while until they get bored and drift on to other things.
That seems to all be changing lately, but the Americans still have a long way to go. I'll take a little shy Czech or Dutch blossom any day, on her first shoot, who may giggle and blush as she and her partner lose pants, panties, bras, and whatever, but soon turns into a hard-breathing, fiery-eyed, eager-fingered, impassioned cunt dervish when she reaches the actual naked, skin on skin, mouth on genitals fucking and sucking part of the session.
Then too, as Madame says, the Europeans are often too blasé—having sex can be like peeling carrots or drinking a beer. She says that it all evens out somehow. The Americans, for all their repression and self-loathing, are all the more kinky and imaginative for it. She says it reminds her of life in the Communist countries. Because you were not allowed to act out, you acted inwardly. Small gestures carried a lot of meaning understood by all at the table, so to speak, with mortal fear hovering nearby at all times. In less repressed Europe, the models tend to take things for granted, whereas the American models often go crazy once they are behind closed doors and handling another person's naked, dripping genitalia—like people who just wandered in out of the desert, where they have not seen water for days, and now they throw themselves in to a pond at the oasis.
Now we are ready to join our first sex shoot in real time on the island of Lipa, at Madame Lussec's Villa Venusia. Madame rarely ever visits here—usually two weeks in the winter, when her main home in Luxembourg is shrouded in mist or drizzle or snow under dark skies, and daylight in December is limited to about six or seven hours a day. Most of the time, I and my spunky production assistant Mina Palmarino run the show in the field, on behalf of our employer.
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