This was a typical weekend.
Thursday morning I decided to start chiseling the plaster old off my basement walls and was dead-set on getting it done in one run. We had shoots scheduled starting at noon Saturday and being the optimist (or poor planner) that I am, I figured I could get it done.
20 or so hours later I had 1/3 of the first wall done, It was Friday morning and I had not slept one wink. By this time, my eyes were so filled with grit that they burned so bad I couldn't close them - besides, I had to make all the final arrangements for the weekend shoots. So I decided to stay up so I could get it all done and hopefully be so tired that I would fall asleep Friday night so I would be rested for the shoots Saturday.
Friday evening before going to bed, I decided to clean the bedroom we shoot in and while mopping the floor, pulled the bed across a crack in the hardwood and broke the casting that holds the bed-frame together. The bed is a pre-WW2 brass bed made in London and there was no way to use parts around the house to fix it. 4 of the next days' shoots were to be in the bedroom and we had no bed. I look in the phone book and made a note to call the local welding shop opens at eight AM.
Around eleven thirty Friday evening, I then went to the basement to work on some paperwork and decided to make a few changes to the contracts that I had been wanting to make and found that my Norwegian Forest Cat had left a steaming pile of shit, mixed liberally with blood, on my bedroom carpet. After 30 minutes of scrubbing and cleaning, I called the emergency vet, and made arrangements to take him in before I went to the welders in the morning. I then went about making the changes on the contracts. Around 4:00 AM I finished the contracts and was real tired and looking forward to getting a few hours of sleep before I had to go to the vet.
After changing into my pajamas, I crawled into bed - and WTF - the entire mattress was soaked - the sick cat had pissed right through my $300 Pendleton 5-point wool trade blanket and soaked my entire mattress with cat piss. I called the cat crematory..... No - just kidding. I threw the blankets and sheets in the washer, scrubbed the mattress and started it drying. I now had to be at the vet and welders in less than two hours and all the beds in the house were out of commission except for my roommates.
I went into her room, told her to slide her ass over, I need a few minutes sleep. Gracelynn Moans is my roommate and I was too fucking tired to even notice she was there.
45 minutes later the alarm clock rang and I got up to get take the cat to the vet and the bed fixed. I also needed to get to the bank, get my hair cut, pick up my suit from the cleaners, and buy groceries for the weekend crew.
I was leaving Safeway at 11:30 when the model called and said she was ten minutes out. She arrived at the house as I carried in the groceries, a cat, and a freshly welded bed frame and my freshly pressed suit into the house.
I went over the paperwork with the model, got her settled in then ran upstairs and bolted the bed together as the crew started arriving. Lucky for me, the first shoot was in the living room. Unlucky for me, I had to fuck this skinny teenager as her "brother" filmed it - starting in thirty minutes. And I forgot to take a Viagra - FUCK!. Chewing a Viagra, I downed a quart of water, made sure the light were set, went over the story one more time with the siblings, the Viagra, combined with the lack of sleep was beginning to give me a pounding headache so I knew it was working as I answered the knock at the door that starts every Bring Me Your Sister shoot.
46 minutes later, Jager Nightly's face was covered with a huge load of cum for the first time on camera and I was fully exhausted. I hadn't had more than an hour sleep in over 52 hours.
And the day was just beginning. As the girls got ready for the next shoot, my camera guy and I put the bed together in the shoot room and moved the lights from the living room. We then shot Gracelynn Moans fucking the new girl in an epic non-stop, 58 minute, girl-on-girl shoot. My arm was killing me from holding a 7-lb camera over my head for most of the shoot as my regular crew got the stills and the lower angles.
Break for dinner - send the girls and crew to get food and try to crash on the couch for a bit but only get a few winks before everyone is back for the evening shoots, a few glamor shoots of Jager in her evening gown and another boy-girl with Jager Nightly and myself with stills shot separately (that means we basically do the scene twice). If we hustle we might be done by midnight.
OK - I cut the stills from the BG shoot, much to the models joy, seems her tiny little coochie was a bit sore - she had never had a man-sized penis and try as I might, I'm pretty sure she was a bit bruised.
My mattress wasn't totally dry so I flipped the fucker, smoked a fat bowl of a great Indica, wanked to a video of Indica Young and myself and then tried to fall asleep when my roommate showed up with a friend. I finally fell asleep just before 3 AM Sunday morning. The last real sleep I had had was Wednesday night/Thursday morning. And everyone was scheduled to be back for breakfast 6 1/2 hours and we were scheduled to shoot the last BG shoot in 7 1/2 hours.
I had slept a meager 5 hours when the alarm sounded, I got up, showered, and started coffee.
Jager showed up on time. She's a joy to work with, but her poor little pussy was real sore from all the abuse the previous day. I promiced to be a gentle as I could and get her through it - that's when it struck me what a stupid fuck I was for wanking a few hours earlier. She asked for another creampie and I obliged - then cancelled the last set of stills for Sunday, paying her for it because it was my fault for being too tired to get it done.
And it's getting light outside again - time to try to sleep.