SoCalShordie
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It’s 2014 and I’m 22 years old. This was my most successful year in the adult film industry, and this particular movie earned me the most-coveted title of AVN Award-Winning Actress. I was one of 4 girls in the “grip gang”— a squad of big booty brunette baddies who street raced Lancer Evos and pulled off multi-million dollar heists in sexy black catsuits and shiesty masks. This was “Ride Or Die” a XXX blockbuster from Digital Playground Studios.
It’s a quiet, April mid-morning in the city of Mojave, California. We’re deep in the desert shooting the opening scene for Ride Or Die. In this particular scene, I lead the Grip Gang as we drift through the vast desert wasteland in our Evos, chasing a Brinks truck. We ultimately shoot the tires out, making the driver crash. The truck is smoking. I’m the first one to run up. I waste no time to pull the driver out of the truck, wielding a gold AK-47 encrusted with diamonds and jewels. Once I get him on the ground, my posse stomps him out until he’s fully compliant with our demands.
“Hell yeah, I’m killing this scene.” I say to myself internally. I feel like a total badass. Like I’m a REAL actress. It’s the best day in my porn career. Until I hear something behind me in the distance that MUST be some kind of joke.
“Turn around, put the guns down, put your fucking hands in the air!! You don’t wanna fuckin’ die today then get on the fucking ground!”
I spin around, stunned. Behind me is about 20 or so California Sherrifs brandishing the biggest guns I’ve ever seen, all pointed my direction.
In almost perfect unison, everyone drops whatever they’re holding and reaches for the sky. Everyone, except for me. I did what I wanted back then. I was young, hot, and reckless as hell.
I feel played. These fools really just pulled up on my moment and ruined everything. The cops scream louder for me to drop what’s in my hand and get on the ground. My camera guys look at me, shitting bricks, trying to urge me to cooperate.
“But we’re just making a movie!” My voice sounds ultra sweet and feminine. Not the voice of a career criminal, certainly. “They’re not real guns! It’s just a movie!”
The sheriffs move in on us, uncertain at first. But as they approach closer, everyone lets out the most wild laughter. “Damn, she’s right. They’re props. We were ready to shoot you guys.”
Another cop says, “I was just about to go home for the day, when we got a 911 call from a little old lady down the road who said she saw an orchestrated robbery of a Brinks truck.”
Another adds, “We don’t ever get any action out here this way, so I wasn’t about to miss this for nothin’!”
We even got the whole incident on camera. Hilarious! The cops ended up literally kickin’ it with the cast & crew all day and they got to catch a glimpse of everything from behind the scenes. They ended up being super chill dudes. A time was had, that’s for sure. Lol.
It’s a quiet, April mid-morning in the city of Mojave, California. We’re deep in the desert shooting the opening scene for Ride Or Die. In this particular scene, I lead the Grip Gang as we drift through the vast desert wasteland in our Evos, chasing a Brinks truck. We ultimately shoot the tires out, making the driver crash. The truck is smoking. I’m the first one to run up. I waste no time to pull the driver out of the truck, wielding a gold AK-47 encrusted with diamonds and jewels. Once I get him on the ground, my posse stomps him out until he’s fully compliant with our demands.
“Hell yeah, I’m killing this scene.” I say to myself internally. I feel like a total badass. Like I’m a REAL actress. It’s the best day in my porn career. Until I hear something behind me in the distance that MUST be some kind of joke.
“Turn around, put the guns down, put your fucking hands in the air!! You don’t wanna fuckin’ die today then get on the fucking ground!”
I spin around, stunned. Behind me is about 20 or so California Sherrifs brandishing the biggest guns I’ve ever seen, all pointed my direction.
In almost perfect unison, everyone drops whatever they’re holding and reaches for the sky. Everyone, except for me. I did what I wanted back then. I was young, hot, and reckless as hell.
I feel played. These fools really just pulled up on my moment and ruined everything. The cops scream louder for me to drop what’s in my hand and get on the ground. My camera guys look at me, shitting bricks, trying to urge me to cooperate.
“But we’re just making a movie!” My voice sounds ultra sweet and feminine. Not the voice of a career criminal, certainly. “They’re not real guns! It’s just a movie!”
The sheriffs move in on us, uncertain at first. But as they approach closer, everyone lets out the most wild laughter. “Damn, she’s right. They’re props. We were ready to shoot you guys.”
Another cop says, “I was just about to go home for the day, when we got a 911 call from a little old lady down the road who said she saw an orchestrated robbery of a Brinks truck.”
Another adds, “We don’t ever get any action out here this way, so I wasn’t about to miss this for nothin’!”
We even got the whole incident on camera. Hilarious! The cops ended up literally kickin’ it with the cast & crew all day and they got to catch a glimpse of everything from behind the scenes. They ended up being super chill dudes. A time was had, that’s for sure. Lol.
