Teenage Fantasies — Adventures in The Porn Trade

Andy Romanoff
Nov 17, 2016 · 4 min read

I was up in Oregon shooting a little porn film with Jeff and Michael. Not the one where I chased Michael around the parking lot threatening to kill him, that comes later.

This one was called Teenage Fantasies and it starred Rene Bond talking lasciviously to camera and then demonstrating what she was talking about — a new idea in an old trade.

It was the year that California got tough on shooting porno, so Jeff had found an old hotel in Eugene, Oregon, one that was happy to rent out a bunch of rooms to a cast and crew, and didn’t care about what we were doing in those rooms with the lights and the camera.

The Eugene Hotel. For a while it was our studio in the sixties

Eugene is a small town and we had a few locals on the crew so the word got out pretty quick that the circus was in town. In no time at all, after work the rooms became a party place.

On one of those evenings I met a woman and that woman and I took a liking to one another right away. In fact, it was only a few hours after I met her that I said, “I’m going back to my room to watch the dailies, want to come and see,” and it turned out she did.

Up in the party room one evening. that’s me in the middle

In those days dailies were film of course, and we were shooting 16mm, so I had a projector in my room sitting on the nightstand and pointed at the wall. The lab shipped us prints to check and every night I watched the work looking for problems.

We walked down the hall to my room, taking our drinks with us, and settled down on the bed to watch other people have sex. It was pretty good too — good enough that it did what it was intended to do, and pretty soon we were doing what they were doing. Afterwards we laid on the bed enjoying each others’ company, warm, comfortable and without a care in the world — at least till a fist started pounding on the door. Nothing: we didn’t say a word. It was past midnight and there was no reason for someone to be knocking. Then another thud and a voice I knew said “Open up, I know you’re in there.” I grabbed the bed sheet, pulled it around me, and opened the door to see what was up. A local guy I knew, Ben, pushed his way in. He looked down at the woman on the bed and said, “Your husband is driving around town with a gun looking to shoot you.”

Ohhh damn, I hadn’t been thinking about any husbands. In fact I hadn’t been thinking about anything except a good time.

Ben told us her husband was furious— that he knew his wife had gone to hang out at the hotel and now no one knew where she was but he could by god guess. Damn, what were we going to do? “Better get dressed” Ben said, “You’re coming with me.”

We slipped down the back stairs, sneaking out of the hotel, and waited in the darkness while Ben got his car. He drove us to a diner, one with brightly lit windows where the three of us could sit drinking coffee and talking, a place where people would see us. We sat there for an hour or two and then he dropped me off at the hotel and took her home. I’m sure it wasn’t easy there, it couldn’t have been easy, just believable enough though to cool his anger and give life a chance to go on. And lucky for everyone it worked out that way.

You might think being dumb in a place one time might be enough but turns out not enough for me. Next year I came back to Eugene to do another film and guess what, I had to get in trouble again. That’s another story though, for another time.

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