Now this is the strangest thing: I spend a good part of my day looking at naked women. I'd say I spend more time looking at naked women than 99.9% of the men on Earth. And when I accompanied our studio for a week-long shoot in Hungary four years ago, I spent more time than usual around naked women. Just about any minute of the day, I could find a naked woman at the castle where we shot. And I could look at her. And she'd be perfectly okay with that.
On the fifth day of our shoot, I had a new naked woman to look at. Her name was Mandy Pearl, and she had come all the way from England to Seregelyes, Hungary (about 40 miles southwest of Budapest) to make her SCORE, Voluptuous and worldwide modeling debut. Now, there's nothing better than a fresh-faced girl with a fresh pair of big, natural tits (F-cups in Mandy's case), and I spent a good part of that day--ahem--evaluating Mandy. Which means I was on the set a lot while she was shooting. Which means I saw a lot of her big tits and pretty, plump ass.
So, how come that night, when the studio staff was sitting around outside, unwinding after a long day of shoots and enjoying some strong Hungarian wine, I was so intent on looking down Mandy's blouse while she sat with us and kept checking out her ass (clothed in short shorts) when she walked away? How come I was so intent on seeing what I had already seen?
Such are the mysteries of life.
Mandy was like a cool breeze on those warm Hungarian nights (Elliot once wrote of Mandy, "She brings the wind with her"). She has a bouncy demeanor that goes well with her bouncy body. And she was one of the few models on the shoot I could have a conversation with because very few of them spoke English. Turned out she was a beauty therapist and a makeup artist back home in England, where a friend of hers (not a boyfriend) who reads the magazines suggested she send us some test shots. So she did.
"I'm very excited about this," Mandy said as she had her hair and makeup done on the first day.
By the way, I almost forgot the punch line. Mandy's friend? The guy who told her she belonged in SCORE? He came from a town called Huddersfield, pronounced Hootersfield in Mandy's alluring British accent. You can't make this stuff up.
Mandy did a lot during her two days in Hungary. She shot her first solo and video shoots, enjoyed a fun tennis/wet T-shirt scene with Karina Hart and hosted the DVD Hooter Hotel. She kind of became part of the crew, hanging out with us at night, and although she didn't show her pussy or do hardcore, I know for a fact that she had a thing for one of the male studs on the shoot. I kept wondering, "If she fucks him, can we film it?" I don't know if she did. I do know that on one of those nights, Mandy disappeared for about an hour and came back with a smile on her face. But that's all I know, and either way, it's all you're getting out of me.
