Porn Valley- Julie Night just never ceases to amaze. Night today worked for the first time with Audrey Hollander in a movie which Otto Bauer is directing for Bobby Rinaldi’s Wild Life. Night, who at KSEX once anally consumed a “slippery when wet” floor cone, took fists up her ass, John Holmes-sized dildos up her ass, both the Holmes dildo and Otto’s cock up her ass simultaneously and even took a brass cock up her ass. But I don’t think Julie’s ever taken a bad check up her ass.

Before the scene got started Julie’s telling me about her website, www.julienight.com, that it launched in December. Night is one lady who has certainly re-invented herself. Formerly a fair-haired blond, her tresses are now black and her skin is tanned into another nationality, practically.

“I got lucky,” says Night of her website. “I waited long to have a website because I was concerned. I had heard nothing but horror stories. But I got lucky.” In all that time since she launched, Night says she’s only gotten one e-mail of complaint. Night said she told the guy to check back in a few months.

Her site features pictures, video clips, “and a lot of fetish-stuff,” she says. “I also post pictures in my diary. A lot of miscellaneous, stupid pictures.” Asked if her postings are intended to rile, Night says he tries to stay away from controversy. “It’s no fun to gossip about people. It’s more fun to say this is me and today I fell on my ass.”

Well, today Julie’s ass set new standards of decadence in a threeway that had to have Bobby Rinaldi tabulating gross revenues in his head. Hollander is showing me this bronze dildo that she got in Berlin last year. It’s heavy enough to be either a paper weight or a lethal object and Hollander’s saying Night wants this planted in her ass. Night is saying there’s no-limits to what she wants to do, that she wants to live out all her fantasies. Me, I’ve always had the fantasy of having a bronze cock shoved so far up my ass that my teeth have acquired new fillings.

Then, again, from what I’m hearing in gossip circles, Pat Myne’s fantasy was to get paid yesterday by Metro, that he’s owed over $40,000 and that there were some major exchanges between Myne and Rick, the former auto parts guy who’s now running Metro. For his part, Otto’s proudly waving- in very cynical fashion- a tube encased cigar which he got from Smash Pictures during AEE. Got the cigar from Dan Quinn who welcomed Otto into the Smash circle of directors, told Otto he might have one, maybe two series to shoot for them. Otto’s being introduced all around, patted on the back by Stuart Wall.

Except since AEE, Otto has heard jack shit from Smash. Except today when Mike Metropolis, another director for Smash, called and asked Otto if he’d be available the 27th and 28th. But as a performer, not as a director, and would he shoot for rate. Otto said he didn’t think so. Then Metropolis, without missing a beat, asked if Hollander would be available instead.

Otto thinks this is hysterical and basically took his energy out in the threeway which starts off with Night being ball gagged. Then faster than you could say Dan Quinn, Hollander’s fist is going up Julie’s shit box. The pace conducted over the next 45 minutes is absolutely relentless and once Night’s in the zone, her face acquires the glazed look of a Pentacostal during church services.

Hollander, to her everlasting credit, is one of the great prima facie instigators in a porno sex scene and one suspects that the territories explored today were pretty much her invention. Julie stops for a minute thinking she might have had an oops moment. That isn’t the case, but Otto assures Night that he’d casually wipe it off and put it in his hair before he’d ever embarrass her.

For the finale, Otto wants to cum in Julie’s mouth, have Night transfer it over to Audrey’s ass which is positioned in a pile driver, then have Hollander assume a position so as to dribble it back to Julie for a three-point conversion.

Had the Seinfeld crew been still around, an entire episiode could have been milked arguing whether it was a felch or re-felch.