There's a chilling (to me) moment in Sex:
The Annabel Chong Story, a recent documentary about the porn star
who made history by having 251 acts of penile penetration in a span
of 10 hours: Chong says that she was aware of the risk of HIV, but that
"good sex is worth dying for." Apparently another porn star felt the
same way, only more so, and bested Chong by 369 boffs.
In July, itching to outdo both scores and make
a bundle in the process, porn impresario Forest Williams offers "amateur"
women the chance to make it 621 times, break the record and take home
a cool million at an event he dubbed "Who Wants to Shag to Be a Millionaire?"
(Suposedly, a cut of the proceeds is to go to local AIDS organizations,
though by as late as September no specifics have emerged.)
The location of this competitive gang-bang is
San Francisco's Power Exchange, a gay sex club. I arrive at 1 p.m.,
an hour into the sex-a-thon. To make the site extra heterosexy, posters
advertising porn have been hung. I'm fascinated by one of a Goth chick
marrying a skeleton. Freudian slip, anyone?
There are three "sets" where the action takes
place, each with a bed with black rubber sheets and -- what a relief!
-- safe-sex supplies. At least I won't be witnessing wild HIV risk-taking.
Of course, even with condoms, there's always HPV or crabs.
"Should I double-bag it?" asks a hairy, paunchy,
naked middle-aged man eager to go first. It's hard to tell who he's
asking -- contestant No. 1, Libra, a perky blond swinger, or her husband,
who's busy filling small paper condiment cups with lube. They decide
on one condom. It's reassuring to see three heterosexuals calmly negotiating
safe sex, whatever the circumstances.
And they're off! Just before the two-minute time
limit per man, Libra's first partner has a very raucous orgasm. The
photographers go nuts. It's embarrassing to watch their sharklike swarming
during his "moment."
Contestant No. 2, who goes by the handle Hot
Chocolate and is wearing a "Sex Kitten" tank top, also has a male assistant,
her boyfriend. A petite African American with beautiful braids, she's
obviously disappointed with the low turnout. Despite a plug on Howard
Stern's morning show, only a few dozen guys have thrown down $50 each
to help make sex history. But the rules say consecutive partners can
include repeat "visitors." Crows one happy camper dialing his cell phone:
"Man, they said call your friends, so I am!"
The third woman, Raini, is a forty-something
blond waitress -- and a bit scary. She breaks the one-guy-at-a-time
and no-blowjobs rules. To my mind, the sexiest person around is Raini's
chaperone, who doubles as "the fluffer," giving the guys a literal helping
hand to get it and keep it up. During a pause in the action, she whips
up a storm of sexual energy by mounting each contestant while wearing
her own impressive strap-on over a purple lace body-stocking.
That's about when Mitch Katz, MD, director of
the city's Department of Public Health, makes a discreet pass-through.
The bright lighting makes the condoms gleam for his inspection as he
chats softly and amiably with one of the club owners. It's a classic
San Francisco "the personal is political" moment.
I take a break -- eyeballing nonstop copulation
is exhausting -- and come back just after 10 p.m. only to discover that
the show's already over. Nobody got even close to Chong's ch-ching!
due to too-few comers, a cigarette-smoking techie tells me, but Raini
enjoyed a kind of triumph by outlasting her competitors. It's all, well,
anticlimactic. Yeah, I've got a great story to tell about the wild things
I've seen. But I can't even begin to imagine what the contestants got