Let me begin with a bit about the pre-production. It was October, and DARE was in post-production. Suddenly, I get a phone call from TODD MONTGOMERY at Falcon, telling me that they had wanted me to direct their December movie, but something had changed, and they wanted to know if I was available to do their November film. I was, and we began to kick around ideas.

The one Todd liked the best was a “suit” movie set in an office. Now, I think a hot man in a suit is 2nd only to a hot man naked, and we decided to go forward with that project, which would be called OVERTIME.

Now, the shoot was coming up fast, and since I had already done my epic for them for the year, I was asked to write a simpler script, and to start the first sex scene by page 6. This wasn’t a problem. Not every idea I have is on the level of a Merchant Ivory film a la Hitchcock. lol I DID have an idea for the opening credit sequence, though, but more on that later.

The script was about 4 scenes set in an office building, each centered around what happened after hours. It turned out to be 9 pages long. Perfectly do-able for a 4-day shoot.

I began e-mailing with TROY about the cast, first asking him who HAD to be in the film (ERIC RHODES and ROMAN HEART, because they were Falcon exclusives, and CAL SKYE, HAYDEN STEPHENS, KYLE PIERCE and KOEN BRADSHAW, because they were newbies and Troy wanted to try them out). This left 2 openings (no jokes, now), so I chose TORY MASON, whom I had shot a scene with for Red Devil’s upcoming pay site. We had gotten along quite well. Secondly, I had just read that TREVOR KNIGHT had come out of retirement, so I wanted him there. We were good friends, and I knew his scene would fly. Troy said, “We LOVE Trevor Knight!” so it was a done deal.

In pairing the guys up, we decided to put Eric Rhodes with Cal Skye, because Eric was so big whereas Cal had a slight build. Since Eric was playing the “big boss”, a very rough and domineering person, and Cal was his underling, it would give the man-mountain that was Mr. Rhodes a chance to tear the smaller man up sexually.

ADAM, Falcon’s producer, said they wanted to shoot in L.A., but they couldn’t find an office space, so the decision was made to shoot in San Francisco in the Falcon office building. It would work fine.

The day before the shoot arrived, and I had gotten my flight itinerary from Adam. We were flying Virgin America, and I didn’t like the seat assignment I’d been given. I always prefer a window seat on the shady side of the plane, so my husband CVK changed it and checked me in. I was going up with MOCHA (who just received a richly deserved lifetime achievement GayVN) and ADAM KILLIAN, who would be P.A.ing. We were scattered all over the plane, so I figured it wouldn’t make a difference if I changed my seat.

I arrived at my gate and saw Mocha sitting by the window waving at me. I sat down next to him and we began to chat. Then, he said, “Do you know they had us scattered all over the plane?” When I checked in, I had them change our seats so we were all sitting in the same row together.”

“You changed our seats? When?”

“About an hour ago,” he said. “I gave you an aisle seat. I figured that you liked that.”

“Mocha!” I cried, “I had already changed my seat to a preferable one! I’ve already printed out my boarding pass, which is now no good. I have to have a new one printed up!” I got up and sought out the woman at the gate and told her what happened. She printed out a new boarding pass for me with the new seat assignment on it, and I headed back to sit with Mocha. “Killian is going to have to change his, too, if he checked in online.”

Speak of the devil, Killian arrived at the gate, and I informed him of the situation. He went to get his new boarding pass, and I warned Mocha, “I’m going to tease you about this all week.”

The plane was only half full, and as I strapped myself into my seat, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see Tory Mason walking down the aisle to the back of the plane. After takeoff, Adam moved to sit with them, and soon they were text-messaging me on the monitors on the backs of the seats in front of us…a Virgin gimmick which was actually pretty cool.

After we landed, we headed to baggage claim where Mocha picked up his lighting equipment, then we went outside. Troy called to say they were on the way, so we stood around and dished the dirt until two big SUVs pulled up. We loaded our stuff and off we went to the hotel.

We agreed to meet in the lobby at 6 so we would all have dinner together, then Adam, Tory, Hayden and myself walked up the street to a sushi place. We started talking politics, and since one of our group was a conservative Republican (doing gay porn!), it began to get heated, so I stonewalled the conversation (note gay reference) by changing the subject. Soon, we were chatting about foreign languages, and Tory and I jibjabbered in French back and forth. Mocha arrived, and so we moved to a bigger table. Our brave waitress brought the food, and we all dove in like starving badgers. Starving gay badgers.

Adam, Tory and Hayden decided to try and find a gym, Mocha needed to go back to the hotel to charge his camera and set up his laptop, and I wanted to head out to a Casual Male to buy some shorts (I had only brought one pair), so we split up. I could not get a taxi to save my life, so I decided to go back to the hotel and plan for the next day. Soon, I fell asleep while Godzilla fought the Smog Monster on my portable dvd player.

I always sleep fitfully the first night in a new bed, and this was no exception. Upon awakening, I showered and put my contacts in, then dressed and met Mocha downstairs. Troy pulled up in the SUV and we got in, Killian joining us.

At Falcon, we gathered in the kitchen for the production meeting. COLBY TAYLOR was running late, and Adam told us that Colby had been made a full-time employee. Good for him.



We were shooting sex scene #1 that day, with ROMAN HEART and KOEN BRADSHAW, and we were doing it in the office supply room on Falcon’s first floor, just outside the art department.



JAMES the lighting guru and his assistant MATT began lighting the space, LEIF GOBO and Colby sat up the camera equipment and Troy and Adam began getting Roman and Koen’s suits ready while the models were in makeup. (Roman had briefly surprised me when he showed up with newly-blonde hair!)

JEFFREY was my p.a. that day so that Adam could assist the still photographer. I had him decorate the set, rearranging boxes and props on the steel shelving for a camera move that I wanted to open the scene with. This was probably the hardest thing of the day, as it took us several takes to get the choreography just right. The camera is looking through the shelves at a low angle to catch Koen, the assistant, enter the room, then it cranes up to a closeup of Koen looking at items on the shelf. He moves to the left, but has to see Roman sneaking in the door behind him right before the move begins. It took a few tries, but we finally got it.

Roman and Koen started the scene off perfectly: kissing passionately and groping each other through their business suits. I had to slow them down, as they would have shucked their office drag in seconds if left alone.

After sucking each other’s dicks in the same frantic manner, Roman bent Koen against the shelving unit and dug in for some deep ass-eating. Roman is versatile and was going to top in this scene, so he stroked his cock while his tongue ravaged Koen’s perky little butt.

The fucking came next, and there were a few giggles in store as the guys had trouble getting traction. Their business shoes (I had them keep their shoes and socks on) had smooth flat soles, and kept sliding on the carpet.

Finally, we were done for the day, and we headed back to our hotel. The next day was Tory and Hayden in the copier room, another mix-match of types: Hayden was big and muscular and Tory was lean and tight. It would be good, I knew. The day after was scheduled for the opening sequence shoot, and I decided to wait until the next evening to storyboard it.

A quick dinner of turkey and mashed potatoes at Mel’s, the restaurant next-door, and I head back upstairs for a quick phone call to CVK, then bed.

JBK