Hillary Scott is a hot, 23 year old, 5’3, 100 lb (if she was soaking wet) Porn Star. She has really long & wavy, thick blonde hair, a pretty face, beautiful hazel eyes, a killer smile, nice lips, a thin “model type” body with gorgeous 34D boobs, very flat stomach, cute ass, nice legs, a great “Cum-fuck-me” doggy-style arch, and a landing strip of blondish / brown pubic hair above her completely shaved, pink, pussy lipps.
 

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A friend of mine, Big Lou, had called me to ask if I wanted to shoot the “Box Cover” for an adult movie he was producing. I said “No”. He said “Please” and then proceeded to tell me that I would be photographing “Hillary Scott” for the cover. For somebody being on the fringes of the porn biz, I'm an idiot when it comes to who's the latest and hottest Porn Star. And apparently, it's… Hillary Scott. I had never heard of her, but that doesn't mean much. While talking to Big Lou on the phone, I did a little puter research and did, in fact, learn that Hillary Scott is the latest flavour of the month; not that that has anything to do with my decision. Regardless of who Big Lou was working with, I always like to help a friend out, so I asked when the shoot was, and as it turns out, I was available that night, so I said “sure”. Besides, I would be shooting a couple still sets of her for myself as well.

The night of the shoot came, I loaded my car with equipment, got directions and, Holy Moly… the location was way the heck out in the hills of some “Po-Dunk” town near “Bum-Fuck” California. Actually, as the crow flies, it was only 45 minutes away. But this is LA, so I was probably looking at a two hour trek. Arg! Oh well, I need to get out of my studio and see the dark of the moon at least once a month or so. I got in my car and headed to the location. 90 minutes later I was on some switchback mountain road; lost in the hills of “Po-Dunk”. I knew that I had to be close, so trying not to go over the edge of a 1000 foot cliff (I exaggerate – it was only a 999 foot drop-off), I pulled to the side of the two-lane blacktop and programmed the address into my navigation system. Why I did not do this before I left is still a mystery. Of course, what came up on the Nav screen was just a big blank with a warning telling me that the addy was not in the system. Great! I picked up my cell to call and, as luck would have it, no service. 

Ok… back on the road and keep looking… Dang! It was dark. I was lost. My cell didn't work. And I had to pee… AND, to make it worse, if looks could kill, I would be dead from all the evil stares I received from the locals as they tried to pass my slow moving ass on this country road to hell.
 

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Wait! There it is. I found the location and pulled into the steep, ascending & curving driveway. Oh my… Do I hear “Dueling Banjos”? I slowly make my way up this very dark & narrow, half-mile, dirt driveway and it just keeps getting steeper. I finally see a few cars parked on the side of the driveway just before it does a hair-pin turn and ascends further up into the “Black Forests” of Topanga. I try to navigate the turn and quickly realize why these other cars are parked here. Now, stuck half-way through the turn, with one wheel hanging over the ledge of another 1000 foot cliff, I'm feeling like a complete idiot as my car now blocks the entire driveway. I can't go forward and I'm scared to go backwards. What the HECK do I do now? I get out of the car and realize that death awaits two feet in front of me, but that death is giving me a break and is waiting six feet behind me. I get back in the car, put it in reverse, say a prayer and close may eyes as I cut the wheel and roll backwards. After a harrowing moment, I hear the crunching of a bush and realize that that is my signal to stop. I turn the car off and get out to look – perfect parallel parking on the ledge of death.

I'm so proud of myself for not dying, until I realize that I will have to lug my equipment straight up another 1000 feet of dark & unknown driveway. Dang, I do hope that this is the right address. Before I unload the car, I head up the path to make sure. A few minutes later, completely out of breath, and still having to pee, I'm just about to knock on the door when Big Lou exits, informs me that I'm late and then shuts the door in my face. Gotta love your friends.

I enter the house and first things first, I find the bathroom. Ahhhh… Much better. I wash, come out, and Big Lou makes introductions. Every one is kewl and everyone is there before me – well, that is except for Hillary Scott; seems that she is running late as well. Good. At least I don't feel so bad about it now. Wait a minute… She's a model, that's normal M.O for them. Ok, well, I actually don't feel bad at all – except for trudging up that hill and being out of breath. Dang, I'm so out of shape.
 

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“Oooo, who's that?” Big Lou introduces me to the make-up artist. Yummy! She's a hot little Japanese babe. Of course I make friends with her immediately. Glad I did too. Turns out she's the only one that offers to help me go back down the hill to get my equipment. Poor girl, doesn't know what she's in for. And I am not just talking about helping me get the equipment. This is her first adult shoot and she's quite nervous about it.

Wow, this story is getting long… Ok, time to speed it up. Three trips later, we finished unloading my car and bringing it all up to the house. This by the way was a very kewl house – except for the fact that they did not have TV, cable, phone or internet service. Dang, do people still live like that? Rhetorical question.

The make-up artist, helped me set up all my stuff and then we sat down to wait for Hillary Scott. This was ok, because the make-up artist was really kewl and we got to just hang out and talk. Of course I fall in love again and I want to date her, but I digress... Anyway, before we knew it, an hour passed and then another, and still no “Talent”. Well, let me rephrase that; “The Cock” was there. Just a little FYI… that's a term I learned on this set; they call the male talent “The Cock”.

I've now had my equipment set up and have been waiting for a little over two hours. Usually I give it 30 minutes and if no “Talent”, I pack up and leave… but, since I was so engaged in the make-up artist, I decided to wait it out. But enough was enough, so I made the suggestion that somebody should at least try to call Hillary and see if she was coming, lost, or if she flaked. Big Lou quickly reminded me of the fact that there was no phone on location. But the owner of the house said that there was a “sweet spot” outside that sometimes, if you were lucky, could get a little cell reception. With cell in hand like a “Geiger Counter”, Big Lou was out the door looking for enough “Bars” to make a call. After a short search he found it, but only if he was facing North West with his leg raised and pointing to the South. He made the call and then informed us that she was indeed lost, but close, and it was only a matter of time before she arrived. And he was right, 30 minutes later, she squeezed by my car (how, I do not know) and drove right up to the house.

Ok… fast forward… Hillary is hot, she's a babe, she was very, very nice and sweet as candy… she went into make-up and because the shoot was way behind schedule, the make-up artist had to rush… but you would never know it, she held up under pressure and did a great job with Hillary's make-up. Less than 30 minutes later, Hillary emerged looking like the hot little Porn Star that she is.

Now it was my turn to get to work. The time that had been allotted for me to shoot a few set-ups was completely gone. So, I had to rush (and I actually broke a sweat) in order to get what Big Lou needed for a “Box Cover”, and also (more importantly) to get what I needed for a couple of sets. I was told that I had 10 minutes. HA! I stretched it to 30, and in that 30, we checked ID's, signed releases, talked about getting together and doing another shoot at a later time and, of course, we shot two different set-ups with two different outfits; Cheerleader, and Schoolgirl with Stripper Pole. It was a lot of fun and Hillary was not only a complete professional, she was a trooper as well. She followed directions and moved smoothly and very quickly from one position to another. In those 30 minutes we shot 400 photos. Dang, that is a pic every 4.5 seconds – We were shooting fast & furious.

Anyway, my time was up. Hillary was there for a hardcore porn shoot, they were way behind and “The Cock” was anxious to get started. We barely said our “Good-byes” as Big Lou whisked Hillary upstairs to make “The Movie”.
 

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Everyone was upstairs except the make-up artist and me. Our jobs were done. We talked as we packed up our respective equipment – hiking up and down the steep driveway four or five times – Arg. We hugged, said our “So-longs-it-was-nice-meeting-you's” and went home – sadly, not together.

Since the shoot, the make-up artist and I have exchanged a few e-mails and have talked on the phone a few times, but as of yet, we still haven't hooked up. Oh… the shoot. The pictures of Hillary Scott came out great and I am deffo looking forward to seeing my work on a new “Box Cover”. Not to mention, but I will anyway… Hillary and I are supposed to get together and do another shoot, but of course, it hasn't happened yet.

If you want to see more of Hillary Scott, you can Google her or just wait till I post some more pix.
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