The Accidental Voyeur: Spring Soul Sister

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Anyone remember the movie Jerry Maguire, that fine testimony to the art of human hustling? In it, Tom Cruise encountered some aphorisms and platitudes that only a sports agent can love: “A positive anything is better than a negative nothing” and “if you can’t love everybody, you can’t sell anybody.” The latter is highly relevant in this industry, of course, since everyone’s essentially up for sale.

Case in point: Bibi Jones (or BiBi Jones or Lexy Jones or Britney Beth, as she was previously called), whom I always think of this time every year in March, when the baseball season starts up with spring training. Exactly five years ago, she certainly gave new meaning to the phrase “ball park figure” and turned on its head one of the oldest insider secrets in adult entertainment — the fact that many porn stars do porn primarily to advertise their escorting. This truism was first disclosed to me by a porn star when she was doing exactly that and the Bibi Jones saga represents that scenario with a fascinating twist.

Here’s the synopsis, for those of you who don’t know. In the spring and summer of 2010, the very first year of her porn career, Bibi befriended a sports agent who was then in the process of courting several players from pro baseball teams. The agent, Terry Bross, came up with a brilliant plan — he would bring Bibi to bars in the Phoenix area frequented by players from the Arizona Diamondbacks and introduce her, the basic idea being to use her as an incentive reward for them to sign with him. She would be the gift that could keep on giving and, in a few cases, her role as the deal sweetener actually worked.

One of the Atlanta Braves, for instance, signed to Bross in July 2010, three weeks after playing for the Diamondbacks in Phoenix, and Bibi then came clean in a radio interview to confirm that she’d had sex with him. Of his relationship with Bross, she admitted: “It was just like I was arm candy for him. I was the one that wanted to hook up with these guys.” She was a total sports groupie, she explained, and would have fucked these guys anyway, if given the chance. She’d lost count but she’d done “over ten” of those players and at least “a couple” signed with Bross.

Then, she tweeted photos of her sexy self with Rob Gronkowski of the New England Patriots, one of her wearing his jersey and another where she posed topless (and next to her in both photos stood The Gronk himself, wearing a shit-eating grin). The media had already seized on one aspect of her baseball shenanigans — no money actually changed hands, which meant, of course, that nobody could actually call what she did “escorting.” Those images involving an NFL star, however, proved scandalous after they went viral on social media. The brouhaha made her issue a tearful YouTube announcement in July 2012; she was leaving the adult film industry, to “be a better person” and to re-start her life.

I remember following the news back then, and two things struck me. The first was that she was all of 19 years old at the time of her baseball trysts, basically a nice young blonde from Oklahoma whose small-town charms would have surely stoked the fires for any hot-blooded American male. (She was an ingénue porn star in the rookie year, a fresh filly who fucked total strangers for public viewing, so I was sure the ensuing sexual frisson at the Phoenix bar counters had hiked up a notch or three.) The second thing I liked was how she had no hangups about the money (or the lack therof) being an issue. As a high-school senior, she’d admitted, she had seduced two of her teachers and so the concept of “star fucking” was something of an obsession with her. After all, she’d started her career as a stripper in Phoenix and craved attention, which was the real currency she traded in. She also said she loved being watched while swallowing cum, receiving splattering facials, and getting roughly manhandled while getting fucked to various levels of dizziness. In other words, she fitted the porn star job description perfectly.

Then, in February 2013, seven months after leaving her fledgling porn career (of just 27 movies, a number I’d argue as too paltry for a porn star to be taken seriously), she made a sudden return to the industry. Her hiatus was over, she said she was “now thinking clearly” at last and was back to fulfill the terms of the contract she had signed with Digital Playground. But her comeback came with a strange rumor — she was being asked if it was true that Digital Playground was planning to capitalize on her notoriety by offering Rob Gronkowski US$3.75 million to perform in a scene with her.

“I think it’s kind of funny because Rob is never going to do that,” she replied in an interview with BroBible. “It’s flattering to know that they’re offering someone over three million dollars to fuck me. I mean, that’s kinda cool, right?” However, what if Rob decided that he’d actually do it? Would that possibility excite her? “Fuck, yeah!” she gushed. “That’d be so awesome. I’d love to do that. But — it’s not going to happen.”

I admired her for having the guts to openly say that. The money issue is really only an arbitrary one, and I know this to be true on a personal level – many years ago, I was in a sexual situation where I was offered recompense only in kind, my only quasi-foray into male escorting. (And of my benefactor who shall forever remain nameless, all I’ll say is that she was tall, blonde and, however much of a hooker cliché, actually married!) I was paid not in cash but in Champagne and exclusive, extravagant private club assignations. To say the least, it profoundly shaped my stance on the metaphysical importance of sex work.

And that’s why, in a weird way, I see Bibi Jones as my soul sister. Last I heard, she gave birth to a baby boy last April so will she really ever see through that Digital Playground contract? Her movie count has now risen to 45 and they might make a real porn star out of her yet. Back in the hot summer of 2010, however, I’d say the trade-off was a fair one — the agent wanted to sign the guys, the guys wanted to (and some did) fuck her, and she herself has memories to last a lifetime. And well, why not? Even in the porn world, you can’t really put a price on pleasure nor can you underestimate the ancillary advantages of fame. New girls arrive each year in porn valley, not always from Oklahoma but you’ll find them off-camera also working the bars from Burbank to Phoenix. For, as in baseball, there’s always new grass on the field.

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Drew McKenzie was previously the "Cinema Blue" columnist for Penthouse Variations and also wrote for AVN Online, Fox (from Montcalm Publishing, New York) and Guld Rapport (from Stockholm, Sweden). He is also the author of seven books -- three on porn stars, all done under his real name.