Finding My Place In Porn On The Set Of “Meet Kelly Shibari”

The existence of fluffers in porn has been greatly exaggerated. Fluffers really only work on sets for record-breaking gangbangs. Male performers primarily rely on their hands or little blue pills.

This revelation was a bit of a setback in my plans to become the first fluffer for female porn stars. While I’m not equipped with a dick from the Jurassic period, I feel I could play a vital role in porn by physically preparing starlets for scenes. I could make-out with them with a tornado of tongue and diddle their lady bits like a virtuoso pianist attacking a baby grand.

“Female performers don’t really need fluffers,” Kelly Shibari told me when I arrived on set with extra chap-stick and latex gloves. “We have lube and we really don’t need to get off in a scene.”

I moved to southern California a week before, in part to find my place in the adult industry. Sure I was on set tentatively to “cover” the shoot for Fleshbot, but I had loftier aspirations. I wanted to be the Clark Kent of porn, to be a mild mannered reporter with a superpower for finger-blasting starlets faster than a speeding bullet vibrator. Now I had to invent a new excuse for integrating myself into the adult industry.

The scene was for the film, Meet Kelly Shibari—New Sensations’ first star showcase featuring a plus-size model. This “meet” format was in the style of the popular “Meet Bonnie,” with candid interviews interspersed between sex scenes to highlight Shibari’s inner dork.

Shibari’s bigger-than-life personality off screen was partially what attracted the founder of New Sensations, Scott Taylor, to the project. He liked how involved Kelly was behind the scenes, working as a PR professional and tweeting more about Star Wars than porn star. She wasn’t just someone guys could jerk off to. Off camera she was the geeky gal fans could fantasize about getting pizza with. That and her recent appearance as the first BBW cover model for Penthouse Forum created a media storm of publicity.

The film’s first scene with Mr. Pete was already in the bag. It was Shibari’s first anal scene with a porn-sized cock star.

“The scene was exhausting,” Kelly said. “I was worried my butt was going to hurt, but between the nerves and the positions and how your body reacts to something that size for the first time, my back felt like I had been at the gym all day. It took me a couple of days to completely recover. I don’t know how girls do that four times a week.”

The film was also set to include an anal girl/girl scene and a boy/boy/girl scene with Ramon Nomar and Mick Blue. Today Shibari was filming a boy/girl scene with James Deen.

Before Deen had a chance to rough-up Shibari’s makeup, director Eddie Powell took a series of “pretty girl” photos of Shibari performing in a kind of stop-motion striptease. Flesh and tattoos emerged from purple lingerie. The sexy poses were offset by Shibari’s humor. She pointed out the scrape on her knee that needed photo-shopping.

“I’m slightly damaged,” she said. “You could buy me at a Burlington Coat Factory.”

Powell directed Shibari using modeling terminology like, “smize,” “squinch,” and “turtle”—commands that sounded far more perverse than they actually were. I sat behind the scenes pretending to take scholarly notes about why “squinching” makes faces look sexier. Luckily for me the assistant director, Paul Woodcrest, brought his puppy, Ruby, to set. I busied myself petting the pooch and pretending not to ogle Shibari’s naked body—which, let’s be honest, was the primary reason I volunteered to cover the shoot.

When Shibari had nothing left to remove, she strapped back into her lingerie to do a set of photos with Deen for the box cover. While Powell adjusted the lighting, the two performers carried on like school kids paired up during spin the bottle.

“This is weird,” Deen said, literally jumping around and spinning in circles. “I finally get to have sex with Kelly Shibair. I’ll be nervous until I put my penis inside you.”

“Deen is like my little brother,” Shibari told me.

The pair had been friends for four years, but this was the first time they would have sex.

“If he’s like your little brother, what does that make me?” I asked.

“You’re like the hot friend,” she said. “The hot friend who creepily watches me change through the window.”

Their giggling fell silent beneath the click of Powell’s camera. The appearance of Shibari’s tits helped pacify Deen. When he removed his pants, Shibari sucked away the last of both performers’ apprehensions.

After the still photos, Shibari and Deen got dressed again in preparation to shoot a live-action version of the photo sets they just took. The moment Deen slipped his dick inside Kelly, the doorbell rang. Powell cut the scene as he and Woodcrest ran to greet the performer arriving for the next shoot. Just because the camera stopped rolling didn’t mean the performers stopped fucking. They remained in character, demonstrating the proper way to make full use of an ottoman.

I suddenly realized that I was the only bystander left watching the couple fuck. I had a compelling need to justify my presence, to make myself essential in some way. I fought the urge to ask if they needed anything, perhaps a refreshing beverage or some animal crackers.

“We’ll pick it up at the boobs,” Powell said, returning to set and training his camera on Shibari’s chest.

Something about how Deen repeatedly buried his bone in Shibari’s front lawn made Woodcrest’s dog, Ruby, want to join the action. I became the de facto dog-handler, soothing the puppy in my lap. When the camera zoomed in for a close-up of the penetration, I caught Kelly checking me out. While Deen’s dick infiltrated her nether regions, I penetrated her heart. Luckily I was able to interpret this magical connection correctly. The image of me lounging around a mansion, cuddling an adorable puppy as my rugged beauty permeated the air—I was the vision of true romance. I could have been on the book cover of soft-core mommy porn. Shibari’s moans grew louder and her thrusting faster. She was using this vision of me, the embodiment of sensitive masculinity, to feed her fantasies and supercharge her performance.

This was what porn sets were missing. While starlets didn’t need a physical fluffer, they did need someone like me who could tickle their cerebral g-spots and help them deliver the most intense performances of their career.

After the scene was in the can, the crew left Shibari and I alone to discuss what had just happened between us. As Shibari swabbed body fluids from her chest with baby wipes, she confirmed my intuition, that I had indeed fucked the shit out of her emotional g-spot. The image of me cuddling an adorable puppy in my strong, yet sensitive, arms was orgasm inducing. She even gave me a few pointers for how I could use my off-screen charisma to coax the best performances out of other starlets.

“You could have flowers,” she suggested grabbing another baby wipe. “Maybe a bowl of ice cream and some massage oil at the ready. Between scenes you could compliment the girls, saying things like, ‘You look soooo hot,’ or, ‘Your makeup is perfect!’”

I had finally found my calling. I’d be the porn equivalent to the sock puppets and squeaky toys photographers use to cajole dynamic photos from animals and children. I would be porno’s greatest emotional fluffer.

All images for this interview were provided by NewSensations.com and Alfie. Thanks! Check out Meet Kelly Shibari soon at NewSensations and see more of Shibari’s explicit body of work at kellyshibarixxx.com