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THE DAKODA BROOKES ARTICLE
By Fayner | July 23, 2008
I wrote this article for Hustler some months back, which appeared in the July issue which came out like seven months ago. Here for my fans who can’t afford Hustler is the article I submitted without any edits. Enjoy!!!!
An 18-year-old hot chick stands in my driveway smoking weed from a pink glass pipe. Five massive suitcases squat behind her like the menacing Pittsburg Steelers defensive line. The three joyous dogs who now greet this dirty blonde tart make it impossible for her to move, which is fine with me ‘cause her near-perfect backside at this angle in the morning sunlight does things to my Johnson we won’t get into right now. I’m thinking - as I begin explaining to her how a man of my distinction cannot be seen dragging a porn chick’s luggage - that it may not be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me having this naïve, nut-sucking newbie crash at my house for a few weeks. She is, you see, new in town. It would be rude of me to not teach her the ropes before she knows any better, would it not?
On the surface, Dakoda Brookes seems like the archetypical new kid on the porn block: The gleam in her eyes which shows the fear she insists isn’t there. The fading scars from a stripper-pole accident she hopes to one day forget. The crackling of her voice as she drills other porno actresses about the rumored sizes - all massive! - of certain male talent’s genitalia. But once below the surface I discover that, sure, Dakoda loves to talk a lot about herself (and talk and talk), and has a nasty Myspace addiction I doubt she’ll ever kick, but the girl also has a pretty good head on her shoulders despite some of the hardships she’s been plagued with over the years.
It doesn’t hurt to have sleaze veterans like Taylor Rain and Alaura Eden giving pointers on the sex biz, either. Thankfully, Dakoda realizes her good fortune early on (“Wow, this is exciting! I’ve only just gotten into watching porn this last couple of months and you two I obviously know! Cool!) and is indebted for their support. It’s a good thing, too, ‘cause who knows what would become of Dakoda if the two established (ex) stars wanted to make her life in the business a living hell. As long as she’s staying with me, I think I’d rather not find out.
Dakoda’s first porn test of strength comes mere hours into her arriving at my house. Like most new chicks in the industry, Dakoda rolled up to Hollywood from some rural place (Alabama, and then Zephyrhills, Florida) with little more than her wardrobe and a few bucks ($158 to be exact); hence, no computer. But Dakoda is cuckoo for Myspace, and keeps pestering me for some serious time on my desktop until I feel about ready to choke her dead. Thankfully, Alaura Eden is here with an idea that satisfies both of us.
“Listen,” Alaura instructs her, “what you need to do is take Fayner into his room and suck his dick for computer privileges.”
“No fucking way!” Dakoda hollers. “I can’t do that!”
“You think I’ve never blown a guy for computer privileges? C’mon, we all have!” Alaura looks to Taylor, who nods in agreement. “You better get used to doing things like this…with guys a lot worse than Fayner!”
Five minutes later Dakoda has my conniving cock down her throat. Another seven and she’s on Myspace with “full access” to my computer. We both agree it was a fair trade. I dizzily hobble out of my room and leave Dakoda to her obsessions. She goes at it strong, sometimes only making an appearance to show off some slutty t-shirt she’s wearing (Shut Up and Eat it!), tell us about a guy she thinks is cute or show us her hometown newspaper which has an article about her father in it.
Dakoda’s father, we find out, is in the Military currently stationed in Iraq, despite recently being severely injured when an RPG shot up his vehicle with him inside, leaving him “really fucked up.” He received the bronze medal.
“My mother took off when I was two years old,” Dakoda reminisces. “Just left me without a word to anyone. My grandmother raised me my whole life. And now this lady claiming to my mother just emailed me saying she wants to meet me! And get this: She lives right near Zephyrhills where I lived! What do I do?”
With the unwanted drama alarm set to howl, we’re pleased when Dakoda’s driver arrives to take her to her first real video shoot. And on her 19th birthday, no less. Alaura asks if she remembers the pointers she and Taylor had given her earlier on giving blow jobs on video (“Spit a lot, give eye contact, don’t flinch when the load hits your face,” Alaura remembers), an event I was restricted from attending. Dakoda nods, flashes a quick smile before grabbing her stuff and heading out to an uncertain future.
We’re sitting on the couch with an entire season of Entourage on, which Dakoda swears she’s watching despite her full attention to now texting cute boys on her phone. I’ve been drinking, so obviously the sight of a barely legal babe lying half-naked mere inches away makes me a little grabby. Dakoda doesn’t mind; in fact, she relishes the attention. “Jump on reverse cowgirl!” I command, once she’s already mounted me. Dakoda shoots me a blank stare.
“What’s reverse cowgirl?” she asks. I tell her. “Oh, okay. I mean, I just don’t know the terms y’all use for positions. But I’ve done it before!” Then, one by one I show her all the positions she’ll be expected to master and what they’re called in porn lingo - pile driver, doggy, cowgirl, etc. I’m just about to tear off her clothes and force her my dick when her phone rings and she hops off me to answer it.
“Y’all probably don’t know this,” she continues once off the phone, “but I’ve only been having sex for about a year. Since January, actually. I’m mad, ‘cause all during high school I was raising a friend’s three children and had no time for normal teenage things like sport fucking. But I sure as shit made up for it once I started! Three, four times a day for months at a time!”
Today I’m taking Dakoda to shoot for the Beaver Hunt website. It’s her first official boy/girl scene, and she’s a tad uneasy. “Listen, this is all so new to me still. It seems like just yesterday that I was finding out my boyfriend back in Zephyrhills was cheating on me. I wanted to get revenge on him, so I called this guy I met at the strip club I was working at who shoots internet porn and did a blow job scene for him. And now I’m here! Dang!”
Dang is right. The introduction for this scene she’s doing for director Bonnie Clyde entails that the nymph newbie pretend to be picked up while waiting for a bus. I can tell he makes her uncomfortable the way he gets overly-enthusiastic about the project and the fact that he leaves her there on Reseda Blvd so he can tape his little drive-up thing in his shitty car. But Dakoda is a trooper, and handles the creepy situation like a pro.
When Dakoda gets dropped off at my house some hours later, she’s clearly upset; not because she was abused or violated but because the male talent’s dick was far too big for her pussy. “Are they all that big?” she asks me while inhaling a huge hit of weed. I instruct her to ask Taylor instead. “Who did you work with? Jerry? Oh, he’s not that big!” Dakoda, for once, shows signs of fear that her newfound dream may not have a silver-bullet dildo lining. Thankfully, 19-year-old hotties bounce back quickly from the depths of despair (It’s a good thing, too, ‘cause tomorrow Dakoda shoots a scene for the widely popular fantasy porn series, Whorelore).
Dakoda stands in the hot sun outside Palmdale, California, while Alaura Eden applies elf ears to her face. It’s not the typical porn shoot, especially for a rookie; what with all the dialogue and mountains of footage needed to pull off the sick special effects of Whorelore. But Dakoda makes the very best of every situation, especially when she’s horny.
“Is it time for the sex yet? I see Bianca [Dagger] over there lookin’ all yummy and shit, y’all think I can get me a piece of that sometime soon?” Dez, the creator of Whorelore, sees this young tart aching to get fucked and immediately decides to skip straight to the sex in order to capture the boiling passion the two are currently dribbling from their cunts.
Later in the night, Dakoda’s still a bouncing ball of hormones. She jumps into Bianca’s lap and whispers something into her ear. “You’ve never what?” Bianca screams. “Had an orgasm? Are you serious?” Without saying another word, Bianca pulls Dakoda into a room and slams the door. I hear that a lot of finger banging went down, and Dakoda finally had an orgasm. Later even, the two sneak into my room dripping in sweat and Dakoda insists (“Pussy is all fine and shit, but nothing compares to a dick!”) I allow her to board my cock. I do, but don’t last very long.
The next week consists of various silly events: Dakoda almost being coaxed into doing an on-camera private for $250 by some sleazy producer, her believing that when some company told her to meet at the Burlington Coat Factory they meant inside, and her going back to Zephyrhills to meet her mother (“She said she knew what I do for work and is fine with it. Geez, thanks Mom!”). One by one, we helped guide the fresh fucker through her problems. We told her who to avoid and who to blow, what to wear and what not to snort. And although our time having her as a guest in our home was coming to an end, we refused to let her leave the nest without first giving her the final test: Hustler.
I’ve brought quite a few girls into Hustler for work. Some of them work, and some get brushed off, but I feel it to be ultimate tryout for a new girl to see what she’s worth. As expected, the folks at Hustler jumped at the chance to secure Dakoda for work. Two days later and we’re up in the hills outside Malibu at acclaimed photographer Stephen Hicks’s house for a shoot with Mark Lit. “I was expecting to be working for bunch of old horny losers,” Dakoda tells me in confidence, “you know, like most of the people I’ve met this month. But these guys are so young and fun!” The slack atmosphere comes out in Dakoda’s spirit, which in turn comes out in the photos. She’s hitting the poses, keeping the hair from her face, showing just enough pink and pretty much acting the part of an established blue-screen whore. To count the number of times Lit smiled would both take a while and probably make me gay.
It is hopeful that once Dakoda settles into the role of a working smut slut she’ll make huge waves in the adult industry. She’s got the face, the tight bod and that insatiable drive for sex that’s needed to soar above the lowly B-list crowd; but does she possess the emotional and physical strength to overcome the pitfalls of being a porn princess? Only time will tell.
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July 23rd, 2008 at 4:36 pm
Message to Dakoda….. i think its disgusting that Fayner makes you suck his dick just to use the computer, its manipulation of the lowest order and i dont know how he can live with himself using young chicks like yourself for his own perverted means.
ps…you can use mine for a handjob !!
July 23rd, 2008 at 8:34 pm
You evil fucker.
July 23rd, 2008 at 10:14 pm
Scott-
Being the cheap motherfucker that I am, have you, or can you post that article you did for Hustler on Haley Paige and Chico? I would really like to read it, but I have an aversion to actually paying for porn mags.
BTW: Nice article on Dakoda.
July 24th, 2008 at 7:25 am
..what a sad story