Porn Valley- Eve Laurence was giving me an explanation why she left L.A. Direct to join Lauren Phoenix’s agency only to leave Lauren Phoenix’s agency in record time to go back to L.A. Direct. Laurence was likening the whole process to the complexity of emotional relationships and that her life was chaotic when she left L.A. Direct.

I understand perfectly what Laurence is saying because I get that way myself choosing between the Denver Broncos and their opponents in the Adultfyi pool.

But if Laurence thinks her life’s chaotic now, imagine when she takes glamour stills in pigtails sucking on a pacifier, a milk bottle then calling Alex Sanders “daddy”. As far as Sanders is concerned, Laurence can call him anything she likes. Sanders is particularly checking out Laurence’s boobs, saying that Laurence is built like his ex. Laurence is telling me she wants to loose the boobs, go down to a size C, that she’s getting pains and numbness on the left side of her body. It’s either the implants, or Laurence thinks she’s inherited something in the family genes.

Laurence is making a lot of plans and not many of them include the adult business. Frankly, says Laurence, she’s not looking to be a porn star, that the business is what it is and she’s attempting to make the best of it for right now.

Where she’s from, says Laurence, you’re raised to have husbands and families.

Then, again, Laurence could always be Michelle Maylene who has gonorrhea. Or at least that’s the word that was going around this weekend at a party for Maylene. I also hear that Julia Bond had to be sent home from a Tom Zupko set Monday morning for having a rash. I also hear that there was a run on Kendra Allen bookings as soon as L.A. Direct posted her photos. Except they’ve come down again because Allen’s not ready yet to do hardcore. And Sanders is asking is there a trend to less anal because he’s done only one scene in the last two weeks.

Meanwhile, Laurence has a new job lined up on the east coast. It’s with a mortgage company and Laurence says she and her boyfriend are moving to a 30 acre property and are going to build a house. This doesn’t sound like information coming from a girl who’s cradling a milk bottle and sucking on a pacifier. But this is basically what Vince Voss is going for in a movie that will be titled either Bottle Fed Babes or Bottle Fed Bitches.

Voss says his titles generally come to him in dreams. So, in the case of ties, I wonder whether Voss hold playoffs with the shades down.

Photog Todd Todd tells me that porn star Bobbi Bliss was a dream especially when it came to giving massages that could bring tears to a man’s eyes. A lot of guys in the business could attest to that fact, says Todd. Todd and I are also having a discussion about life being an eventual kick in the head. Todd says, knock on wood, that he’s had a pretty good run of luck so far. I tell him don’t worry, that all changes- like, for instance, his being a photographer, that Todd can expect a bedroom intruder someday plucking his eyeballs out of his head and leaving him blind. Todd says a similar thing happened to Bliss that she had a freak accident at Burning Man and broke both her wrists. She can never give massages again.

Saucy Estella Leon and Sahara Knite are booked to do the first scene of the day with Anthony Hardwood. “I’ll make you laugh; I’ll make you cry but I’ll actually pay you,” Voss tells the women, also mentioning that if, at any time, he refers to them as broads, it’s an endearing term. Just so that they know.

Leon has just joined L.A. Direct and Knite, from the UK, came in the business last October. She’s also with L.A. Direct. Voss says something about Leon, a Puerto Rican, using her ass to press down his plaintains. Maybe not plaintains, but Leon has certainly been playing with herself ever since she arrived on set and Voss makes a casual announcement to that effect.

Voss also makes Knite for a Hindu, and Knite’s, like, funny, ha-ha. But Hardwood basically fucks the jewel out of her forehead in the threeway; and Leon is more or less knocked off the chicken wagon in the same pile up. Hardway, pants down, looks like an anatomy class and he possesses amazing stamina. Voss asks Hardwood, where are you from, Latvia?

“I need some shu-gah!” says Hardwood sweating like a team of Latvian marathoners. Hardwood also mentions to Voss that one of the women, he doesn’t know who, just bit his balls.