“Why are they paying more for women?” I asked.

“Because men apparently are eager enough to do it for
free,” he said.

“Do what?”

“I believe they are looking for people to be in
amateur sex videos of the kind you just watched.” He
held up the video case as if to reinforce his point.

“Oh,” I said, blushing. I turned to leave.

“Will you call, then?” he asked. He saw me hesitate,
and continued. “Even if you don’t want to be in the
video, it might be worth a quid for me.”

I hustled out, feeling embarrassed. ‘The kind I just
watched’ involved men being assfucked by women. That’s
not the kind of behavior you talk to other men about,
especially strangers.

I caught the bus back to the airport and then
connected to the hotel shuttle. I considered why I
felt embarrassed to embrace my sexuality. Why
shouldn’t I be happy to talk about the pleasures of
strap-on sex? It felt damn good. It was heterosexual.
In the realm of sexual behaviors, it was about as safe
a sex act as you were likely to find since no bodily
fluids co-mingled. By the time I got back into my
room, I had convinced myself to call and get the video
vendor his Pound.

It was late, past normal hours, but I decided to call
anyway. With my work schedule, I would never get a
chance to call during the day, so this was as good a
time as any. So I dialed and listened to the ring tone
(which was funky to my American sensibilities).

The woman who answered had a smooth and silky voice.
“Priapus Productions,” she said.

I checked the card; sure enough Priapus Productions
was the outfit. “Um yes,” I stumbled, “I am calling
regarding a bounty you placed at a video store?”

“Oh yes, are you calling to be in a film?” Her voice
was wonderfully accented. I know the British have a
reputation for being solid and conservative, but
British accents drive me nuts. I find them very sexy
and I found myself becoming aroused just listening to
her and knowing we were going to discuss sexual
matters.

“I’m not sure,” I said honestly. “The guy running the
store didn’t have a lot of details, but he said
something about acting in a video. I guess I’d just
like a little more information.”

“I take it you are not British?” she said.

“That’s right,” I confirmed, a bit puzzled why that
mattered. “I am from the United States. Houston,
Texas.”

“Ah, I see. You are over 21 then?”

She was full of questions. “Yes, I am in my 30s.”

“I’m sorry for the questions, but we are very strict
about keeping pornography out of the hands of our
youths. I wanted to be sure I could be very explicit
if need be.”

“I understand,” I said.