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  Table of Contents

  About the Author

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Prologue A DANGEROUS BUSINESS

  Chapter One MOTHER DEAREST

  Chapter Two MY BRILLIANT CAREER

  Chapter Three LONDON CALLING

  Chapter Four LIKE A VIRGIN

  Chapter Five CALIFORNICATION

  Chapter Six MAINTAINING CONTROL

  Chapter Seven COMPILATIONS AND VIOLATIONS

  Chapter Eight HEALTH BEFORE WEALTH

  Chapter Nine BEYOND THE MONEY

  Chapter Ten A PERFECT CIRCLE

  Chapter Eleven PORN STAR, ROCK STAR

  Chapter Twelve I STILL CALL AUSTRALIA HOME

  Acknowledgements

  MONICA MAYHEM is originally from Brisbane, Queensland, and moved when she was 16 to Sydney, where she began a career in financial markets. She quit finance to become an exotic dancer at the Spearmint Rhino club, transitioning to hardcore porn after moving to Los Angeles in December 2000. She has since won many adult-industry awards, including the XRCO Starlet of the Year 2001, FOXE Vixen of the Year 2002 and KSEX Hottest Radio Babe 2006. She has also been inducted into the Hall of Fame at the Erotic Museum in Las Vegas. Over-18s can visit her website at www.monicamayhem.com.

  GERRIE LIM was educated in Western Australia and Southern California, and met Monica Mayhem in 2001 when he interviewed her for AVN Online, the American adult-internet trade journal. At the time, he was based in Los Angeles as the 'Cinema Blue' columnist for Penthouse Variations magazine. He is the author of five previous books, most notably In Lust We Trust: Adventures in Adult Cinema and Idol to Icon: The Creation of Celebrity Brands.

  Confessions of an Aussie

  PORN STAR

  Absolute

  MAYHEM

  Monica Mayhem

  Gerrie Lim

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  Absolute Mayhem

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  First published by Ebury Press in 2009

  Copyright © Monica Mayhem and Gerrie Lim 2009

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  Mayhem, Monica.

  Absolute mayhem: confessions of an aussie porn star.

  ISBN 978 1 74166 642 7 (pbk).

  Mayhem, Monica.

  Actresses – Australia – Biography.

  Pornographic films.

  Other Authors/Contributors: Lim, Gerrie.

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  My ray of light in this dark world!

  Prologue

  A DANGEROUS

  BUSINESS

  Do you really want to know what it's like to be a porn star? Brace yourself, because I'm not going to pull any punches. Here's what a 'busy day at the office' might mean for me.

  In September 2008, I did a video shoot in which we filmed three scenes in one day. When you're the star of the show, it's normal that you'll perform in three of its scenes, but shooting them all in one day is a big task. The shoot was organised by Robbye Bentley, a photographer friend of mine who had shot some of the very best of my early photos back in 2001, my first year in what we folks in porn jokingly call the 'jizz biz'. She had now turned director and was making a comeback in the industry after a few years off . We were on a tight budget, so I was going to have to work my ass off (not literally in this case, thankfully).

  The first scene, in which I played opposite Tommy Gunn, was an office set-up in which we were two colleagues working late who decided to have some fun. Off -camera, we rubbed baby oil on each other's bodies so that we'd look all hot and sweaty, but this meant we found ourselves slipping and sliding everywhere. We tried to fuck on an office desk in the missionary position but we kept slipping off . The scene ended with us on the floor in the spoon position, but this meant I got a bunch of carpet-burns all over my body.

  Then came the next scene, a girl–girl with the gorgeous Ava Rose, who has a nice big ass that I just love. The set-up was really cool: I was dressed like a total lesbian, in overalls and a wife-beater, with a bandana on my head, and I straight-up looked like I should have been on The L Word. We were working in a factory, by a conveyor belt, and Ava came in as my boss, dressed in a sexy little uniform and stilettos, telling me that I needed to work even more overtime. So I got pissed off and grabbed her and ripped open her dress, and we started fucking. This was difficult to shoot, though, because all we had to work with was the conveyor belt. We did some standing pussy-eating and then laid down some cardboard and went to town with the toys. It was a hot scene.

  The third scene was a solo. By that stage, it was 9 pm, and we'd started the day at 9 am, so I was exhausted. Mercifully, we did have short breaks in between each scene, while the crew moved the furniture around, and these let us loose on the huge spread of food that was laid on (I get really hungry on shoots!). I managed to get a second wind right before the cameras rolled. It was the same factory set-up, only this time I was wearing a sexy bikini with cut-off denim shorts and strappy heels. I did a sexy striptease, then masturbation, including toys.

  The way it was shot was beautiful: lots of close-ups of my face, my body, the hardcore action and, of course, the wide shots. I know, I'm getting very technical here, but these things make a huge difference to how a movie will look. Good lighting is key, too. The production team were great – they made sure everything was taken care of, and each set looked amazing.

  Even though I had to pull a 13-hour day, it turned out really well and it was a great shoot. Pity that I don't know the name of the movie, or if it even came out. That's typical in porn, where a lot of movies get shot with no working titles and it's difficult to track them down later. Afterwards, I was so tired that I just went home. I took a
hot bath, then lay in bed and watched TV. It was a long day, one of those days where you just head home and crash.

  Sure, it was hard work, but I've had a lot of experience. I've been on this career path for over eight years now, and it's amazing to think that after turning 30 back in March 2008 I am still exposing my body for a living. Eight years is a really long time in the adult-film industry. The burnout rate in this business is brutal, and many girls don't even get past the first year. They quit, get lost in drugs or therapy, turn to full-time escort work or find something else to do. This is a US$12-billion industry that really runs like an incestuous little private club, where many are called and few really get chosen. And by chosen I mean make the cut, as in stay working longer than the first couple of years.

  There are many, many things most people don't know about what it's really like being a porn star – such as how expensive it is. I paid US$6000 for my breast enhancements and still spend at least U$2000 a month on keeping up my appearance for the cameras and the fans. It breaks down to something like US$260 for my chiropractor, US$200 on hair, US$200 on nails, US$200 on acupuncture, US$110 on massages, US$140 on tanning, US$120 on STD tests, US$120 on facials, US$40 for the gym and the rest on constantly updating my wardrobe with clothes for shooting in and outfits for red-carpet events and nightclubs.

  It's also a dangerous business. From potential STDs to living in a world where drug use happens openly every day, there are plenty of ways for a girl to get dragged down. You really need to erect a barrier between your true self and your professional persona, for your own protection. There is the 'sexy, mysterious porn star me' and then there is the 'regular me' outside of work. I compartmentalise. That's how you maintain your own standards, pertaining to what you will or won't do. And you have to do this all the time, every day.

  So what am I still doing here, more than 400 movies later? Why am I still busting my hump for the viewing pleasure of millions who procure my good looks on DVD and the internet? Crudely put, I've pretty much sucked and fucked everyone I've been cast with (some of them multiple times and not always enjoyably so) and bared myself body and soul in more positions that I can even remember.

  The basic answer to that question is the same one I tell reporters when they interview me. 'I just love getting fucked,' I tell them, and watch them try not to react. But there's more to it than that. Honestly, it's being desired that is my drug of choice. That's what I truly crave.

  And if you really want the full answer, you should also remember this. The road to LA and my life as a porn star started for me when I was 14, living in suburban Brisbane, on the night I kicked my mum across the room.

  Chapter One

  MOTHER

  DEAREST

  My dad shoving soap into my mouth for swearing – that's my earliest childhood memory, and I was only three years old. If that sounds weird, consider the next thing I remember after that: masturbating when I was five.

  And it all went downhill from there.

  I was born in Brisbane in the suburb of Brookfield, in the district of Moggill, some ten kilometres west of Brisbane city proper. It was a conservative suburb, with a small population but lots of land and some big Queenslander houses. There were places to go and ride horses and a farmer's market with locally grown fruit and vegetables, that type of thing.

  My mother was born and raised in Wales. She had blue eyes, dark-brown hair, which she always kept short, and an olive complexion. When she was 19 and living in London, she jumped on a ship to Australia and ended up in Sydney. She met my dad in London, after moving back there from Sydney, which was an odd sort of parallel because my dad is actually from a coastal town in New South Wales a couple of hours north of Sydney. They got married in London and eventually made their way back to Australia, via Madrid, where my mother gave birth to my brother at the age of 30. Then, two years later, she gave birth to me in Brisbane.

  My mother was six years older than my father and she was always bossing him around and putting him down. This was in spite of the fact that he was the breadwinner of the family – he worked in the music business as a recording engineer and radio DJ. Mum wasn't at all a big woman – she stood just five feet tall – but she certainly made up for her lack of physical stature with a quick temper and an angry disposition. She was an alcoholic, too. My father put up with it for seven years, for the sake of us kids, until my mother kicked him out in a fit of rage one night. They divorced when I was three years old.

  At the time, we were living in Kenmore, adjacent to Brookfield. It was a good suburb, and after my dad left we clearly couldn't afford it. I remember a lot of hills, a lot of trees and a lot of really beautifully kept gardens. In the houses my mother rented, we had our own bedrooms, and some places even had a swimming pool. Kenmore was really my mother's way of keeping up with the Joneses – almost literally, since Jones is a very Welsh name!

  After the divorce, my mother won custody of me and my brother (who has requested his name be withheld from this book), so we were left alone with her incessant smoking and drinking. She smoked Martin Blues – quite a rare brand, whose scarcity oft en made her settle for Benson & Hedges or Dunhills in the blue box. As for the booze, she drank the worst, most awful white wine – usually a Riesling or a sweet, fruity Lexia that came from a cask. Since it was cheap, and she was on the welfare, she would drink this crap all day and all night, and basically stayed drunk the whole time as her means of getting through life. She was also a serious pill popper. I don't recall a time when she wasn't hooked on pills. Don't ask me what they were, since I never checked the labels, but she had so many of them.

  The remainder of her government welfare money she would spend on fine foods and other treats for herself, without ever thinking of me and my brother. On that account alone, I guess, anyone could consider her to have been selfish and cruel. But that was her nature. She was a very cold, bitter, aggressive woman.

  She had this habit of always sitting outdoors – on the verandah or on the plastic patio furniture in the back yard – smoking and drinking and reading Stephen King novels. She would do this for hours, and you couldn't talk to her. Every time I tried, she would tell me to go piss off . And then she'd chain-smoke her cigs everywhere, even though she knew I was a chronic asthmatic, and whenever I started to choke and cough she'd just tell me to shut up.

  In the mornings, she used to ring a bell from her bed and ask me to bring her tea or wine, oft en from as early as eleven. I was not allowed to sit down and talk to her until I had delivered it. Then she would watch old British comedies on TV – The Benny Hill Show, Fawlty Towers and Monty Python. Sometimes, I would watch them with her, and I grew to love them too. Mum seemed happier when she was watching these funny shows, and she was certainly less scary to be around. I tried so hard to get her to love me, and these seemed like the best times to be in her company.

  She did work occasionally, but every time she got a secretarial job she would quit for some stupid reason – such as she didn't like the tea or she thought her boss was an asshole. She couldn't get on with anyone, really, and she didn't have many friends. The ones she did have, she ended up pushing away because of all the drama she brought into their lives, and people can only take so much. I only recall her ever having had two boyfriends after dad left . One was when I was five. Exactly who this guy was, I don't remember, but I know that he didn't last long. The other man was a Chinese scientist, whom she worked with in Brisbane. That was also short-term, only about a six-month relationship, because he ended up going back to China.

  One of her good traits, which I inherited, was her cooking ability. She made amazing roasts and great Mediterranean food, although she was always smoking in the kitchen, so there must have been cigarette ashes in our food. And sometimes she got so drunk that she would forget that she'd already cooked dinner, and she would suddenly get up two hours later and cook another dinner, doing it all over again!

  Did I complain? Of course not. She never gave me money for lunch at school so
I was usually starving by the time I got home. I think this must have been why I was always so ridiculously skinny as a kid and why my brother and I sometimes stole a few dollars from her purse – just so we could eat. There was never anything in the fridge that I could take with me to school because she would always make sure to buy all this fancy shit that needed to be cooked and that only she could cook.

  I went to Kenmore State School for primary school and absolutely hated the fact that I was the poorest kid there. We all had to wear school uniforms, so I was spared the embarrassment of people knowing my clothes outside school were all hand-me-downs from our neighbours' older daughters because my mum never took me shopping.

  My school life was centred around a group of friends who, I'll admit, were not always the best kind. I was always putting some kind of gang together and became a bit of a problem child. I was a little smartass and got caned over the knuckles quite a few times.

  But school wasn't always bad. One of my fondest early memories is of being six years old and choreographing little dance routines in the school courtyard with my friends at lunchtime. Most of the dances were to songs by Madonna, because her Like a Virgin album had just come out.

  And then I put my first band together with a friend a couple of years older than me who played the keyboard. I could play the keyboard a bit myself, as well as the recorder, thanks to the occasional weekends when I'd got to visit my dad before he moved to Sydney that year. I'd never really kept it up, though, because my mother wouldn't pay for me to have lessons and didn't seem to want me to get into music – I guess because it reminded her of Dad. Anyway, in this band I sang and wrote the songs. (I don't remember many of them, because I threw most of them away.) I also joined the school choir – just for the chance to sing, and certainly not for the music itself since they made us sing such lame songs, mostly about Jesus, whom I didn't believe in.