The Hardest (Working) Man in Showbiz by Ron Jeremy

very reliable sources that Linda was lying. She was just resentful about how quickly her star had fizzled. After Deep Throat , the one-time queen of porn quickly lost the spotlight to more ambitious and talented starlets like Marilyn Chambers. So Lovelace concocted an outlandish story about kidnappings and beatings, which perfectly played into the antiporn fanaticism of some of the feminists and religious zealots. The media ate it up. But none of it was true.
    I think.
    Long before Deep Throat , Traynor cast Lovelace in a series of 8mm stag films. This was in New York, I think, around 1971. The films were mostly nasty stuff. One was called Piss Orgy , which involved Lovelace getting peed on. There was also The Fist and The Foot , in which Lovelace masturbated with the respective body parts. But the most infamous was a bestiality loop called Dogarama or Dog Fucker .
    I’ve never seen the film, but I heard about it from Eric Edwards, an actor who performed with Lovelace in most of the loops and claimed that he held the dog while Lovelace had sex with it. From what I understand, Lovelace sucked the dog’s dick and then got fucked—literally—doggy-style. The dog’s name was Norman.
    I’d just like to reiterate that I’ve never been a witness to anything like this. I’ve never seen it, never been a part of it, and never would be. I know that it happens. I saw ads for bestiality movies in Times Square during the late 1970s. But I’ve never had any interest in that sort of thing. I’ve always been able to love animals in a different way.
    But Lovelace wasn’t so strict with herself when it came to human-on-dog sexual relationships. Or, if she is to be believed, Traynor wasn’t. She claimed that Traynor forced her to do it, that he promised to kill her if she didn’t have sex with a canine on film. I don’t buy any of that story. *
    This was all I could think about as I was lying on the bed in Vosse’s studio, my dick plunging in and out of Chuck Traynor’s wife while he watched just a few feet away.
    I didn’t really expect him to get angry. He’d been married to Marilyn Chambers for almost five years, and she seemed far too smart to stay with a guy who was abusive to her. But still, he cast an imposing figure. And even if you didn’t believe all of the wild stories about him, it was still a little distressing to be caught in the act of screwing his wife, especially considering that it wasn’t what he or Marilyn had hired me to do.
    I remained perfectly still, waiting for some kind of reaction from Traynor. He was clearly surprised, but if he was angry with us, he wasn’t letting on. And then, after the silence had become almost deafening, he began to laugh.
    “Well,” he said, winking at us, “I guess we can’t really call this soft core anymore, can we?”

    I didn’t meet Chuck Traynor again until years later. He invited me to a dinner party at his house up in the hills of Las Vegas, where he and his new wife, Bo, were operating a horse stable and shooting range. (He and Marilyn had divorced, but they remained business partners and good friends.) I brought a girlfriend with me, partly because I wanted the company and partly because Traynor still made me a little nervous. I loved and trusted the guy, but still, it never hurts to have a pretty girl around.
    Traynor cooked us a lovely steak dinner, and afterward we sat in his living room, sipping on cocktails and chatting about the business. It was just a friendly get-together, and I didn’t expect anything more to come of it. But just as it was getting late and I thought about calling it a night, Bo turned to Traynor and asked, “Would you mind if I fucked Ron?”
    He smiled and gave her an approving pat on the knee. “Sure,” he said. “Go ahead. Have some fun.”
    She walked over to me, took my hand, and pulled me down to the carpet with her. I was not one to refuse free nookie, but it was weird nonetheless to be screwing Traynor’s wife in his own