Chapter 790: Chapter 196: The Unsettling Fellow
The far left of the spacious basent was a photography studio, outfitted with various thematic beds or sofas and other props. However, the equipnt was not particularly complete, making the place look a bit empty. That wasn’t surprising, considering the main tools were still being kept at Kayden’s place. The middle area, on the other hand, was the shooting studio, equipped with caras, lighting, sound systems, and computers for post-production editing, as well as an assortnt of decorations, costus, and props. Green curtains hung around the periter, and it could be said that this area was essentially a miniature photography studio, and thus the largest of the three sections.
The smallest area was on the far right. Since many of the spaces were interconnected, the photography and shooting areas weren’t clearly delineated, but the far-right section was partitioned off separately and was locked. Clearly, this smallest area was the most important and also Adrian’s destination.
Inside the small compartnt, there were rows of bookshelves filled with both picture albums and DVD cases, so even with movie film canisters. Different horizontal rows were labeled with the nas of Adrian’s won—so more, so less—but everyone who was a part of his collection was accounted for.
“Ah, let see, where should this go?” Adrian took the photos out of the docunt bag and flipped through them a few tis, then looked up and began searching through the shelves. Monts later, his finger stopped at the row labeled ‘Gwyneth Paltrow’.
After a mont’s thought, he took out one of the albums and flipped through it—an A4-sized, high-quality glossy paper, exquisitely made, on par with famous magazines. On the cover, Gwyneth lay horizontally across the bed, her clothes partially undone, revealing hints of her intimate areas. Her beautiful face also bore a hint of shyness, adding to the seductive allure.
Up to this point, it was still akin to a normal magazine, but anyone who saw the inside would be awe-struck. This year’s newly-minted Oscar-winning actress presented her body in various poses throughout the pages, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her facial expressions alternated between coy, desirous, and sultry—reminiscent of the Playboy bunnies. In fact, her exposure exceeded theirs, as at least the bunnies didn’t reveal their lower regions in the magazine.
Essentially, all the albums here were of this genre—this was the purpose of the collection room. The kinds of gas Edison Chen played were thrilling, but how could they compare to the interest of using a high-resolution cara, snapping photos like a professional, then printing them with a high-end printer and high-quality paper, and compiling them into an album? The printer and everything were set up in the two outer areas. Because of this, Adrian had also honed his photographic skills.
So of these albums had levels of exposure on par with Playboy, leaning towards an artistic style, while others were similar to Attic, with nothing left to the imagination and full-on seduction as their purpose—like this Gwyneth album or, more accurately, this photo book. But most were… limitless.
Yes, no limits, and the thes were abundant, such as the “pee” series, “anal” series, “blowjob” series, “facial” series—nad after positions. Then there were the garden series, pool series, beach series, kitchen series—nad after locations. There were also student series, cheerleader series, stewardess series, police series—nad after uniforms. In short, if you could imagine it, it could be photographed.
Besides that, there were special series. Taking the set featuring Gwyneth Paltrow’s counterpart, Cate Blanchett, as an example, Adrian’s favorite among the albums shot with her as the model was ‘Elizabeth I, the Fallen’. The entire album could be viewed as stills from ‘Elizabeth’, of course in an adult version. Blanchett’s transitions from resistance to submission to obedience were captured with remarkable naturalness in front of the cara, and combined with her poise, body, and the royal garnts, it was no wonder Adrian was particularly fond of it.
So, he had been contemplating when to shoot a risqué photo book with Blanchett again, this ti with the the ‘The Fallen Elf Queen’, which seed like an appealing title. But to do that, he’d first need to include Gwyneth and Liv, as they made up the trio from ‘The Lord of the Rings’. Together they could also shoot content featuring the Elven Princess Arwen and the Princess of Rohan, Eowyn, saving the trouble of individual sessions. Of course, he would take on all male roles himself.
Almost every woman is like this, their most famous role turned into adult albums: Kirsten as Spider-Woman, Sarah as Buffy, Monica as Marina, Sophie as Isabelle, and so on. However, not every woman has a complete series of shoots, although Adrian tried to be fair, there was still so disparity.
For instance, Kate’s were mostly of an aesthetic nature, her uniform series and portrayal as Laura reached only as far as “Attic,” with very few of a larger scale. Albums thed around blowjobs took a lot of coaxing by Adrian, and she only agreed under the teasing and provocation of Charlize and the others.
In comparison, Charlize and Ivanka were a bit more uninhibited. Together, they shot an office secretary series’ albums, where their icy deanor mixed with a slutty air was glaringly evident in the photos, though larger-scale ones were still rare. This was like when Adrian hosted sex parties without giving a thought to Kate, Sarah, Charlize, Ivanka—they needed to be treated with a bit more special care.
Even though there were won with very few large-scale albums, like Jessica, gan, or Amanda, whether they couldn’t accept it yet, hadn’t been around him long enough, or wanted to nurture their image thoughtfully, unlike Kayden who was a complete transactional product, they all required ti to be seduced.
Of course, they were definitely not going to escape; if Adrian could coax Julia, Zetajones, and others to strip and pose in various shaful positions for photos, how could he not handle them? Those shelves still slightly empty would eventually be filled.
However, the largest-scale albums were from Gwyneth, Nicole, Kirsten, Britney, Leighton—the won who had early on forfeited their souls. Like Nicole’s “Call Girl Chronicles,” the album shoot where price tags were explicitly displayed; ‘this much for this, that much for that,’ even specifying that this was Oscar-winning actress Nicole Kidman’s price.
Among Adrian’s favorites was one where Nicole, wearing black long-sleeved dress and stockings, sat on a couch underneath price tags with empty or half-filled “raincoats” strewn about. From her hair to her legs, there was nowhere that wasn’t splattered with white liquid—of course, Adrian’s own contribution was voluminous but not to that extent, so it only covered her hair and face, the rest was simulated with props.
Then there was Britney’s blowjob-thed album, capturing her enraptured and kissing sothing in front of the cara, and Gwyneth’s pee-thed album, dressed in varies proper outfits, wetting herself in front of the cara whether standing or sitting. In short, all sorts of shaful play—that was the best reflection of “constantly pushing their limits, leaving them without any boundaries in front of him.” Again, there’s nothing unthinkable, only what one dares not shoot.
Yet, among these albums, Adrian considered his best works to be Liu Yufei’s as a Republic-era female student and Keeley’s “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” show. The forr wore a moonlight white cheongsam top with a black pleated skirt, white fleece socks with black cloth shoes, her pigtails tied with bows, plus her own current aura of innocence, the look was exceptionally graceful and refined—Adrian had long wanted to shoot this the, but neither Lin Zhiling nor Lin Xilei had the right deanor, although Gao Yuanyuan was suitable, before her, Liu Yufei was simply a better fit.
As for the latter, the scale was much larger than anything Keeley had done before; from her impressive cleavage to her deep valleys below, Adrian fully showcased them in front of the cara, making the images incredibly tantalizing—easily stirring primal reactions in a man. He believed these two albums were his best work.
So of the friendly matches also had their own albums, like the stewardess quartet or Charlie’s Angels trio, Cindy Crawford had also made quite the exposure under his lens. Adrian was still planning, thinking about when to get Jennifer Connelly and Alexis Bledel, or Kelly Hu and Kristin Kreuk together for an album shoot. If hard to find in reality, why not on screen in front of the cara?
The only one currently without an album in his collection was the empty shell of Natalie alone; as for Keira, she was reserved for Natalie. Adrian wasn’t in a rush, just waiting a little more, observing a little longer—if she still didn’t choose the path he laid out for her, then he would make sure the payback was double.
If you thought this place only had picture albums, you’d be hugely mistaken. Besides albums, there were also records, singles produced by Britney and Christina themselves, with titles like “fuck you,” “I like dick,” or “I am toys.” Most of them wrote their own lyrics, and if they could compose the music, they’d do that themselves; if not, they’d adapt one of their popular songs, like Britney turning “stop! stop! stop!” into “orgasm! orgasm! orgasm!”
Naturally, there’s no need to elaborate on the lyrics—various large-scale, explicit content, plus those songs recorded in the heat of passion in his arms, adding a different sort of scenery to Adrian’s collection room. It’s a pity Avril absolutely refused to write such songs, though she had, in a muddled state, been coaxed into shooting nurous aesthetically pleasing photo albums.
However, that’s not the main point. The reason to bring this up is to lead into sothing else that made Adrian even more proud. As is well known, a good song can gain extra appeal with a great music video, so naturally, a steamy song would be even steamier with a steamy music video.
Thus, in the music video for “orgasm! orgasm! orgasm!” Britney was moving up and down on top of Adrian while syncing her lips, and Christina was on her knees in front of Adrian, endlessly bobbing in the music video for “I like dick.” The small studio outside wasn’t just for show. But the most significant use of this small studio was to create adult film adaptations of the won’s hit movies, of course, with the male lead replaced by Adrian.
As ntioned before, Adrian had shot a photo set for Blanchett nad “Elizabeth I, the Prisoner,” and turned it into an album. However, Gwyneth didn’t have a corresponding one because hers was… a movie. Since luring Gwyneth last year to boldly shoot adult scenes, he gradually guided her to put on the costus from “Shakespeare in Love” and imrse herself as Viola, to entangle with him in front of the cara, while also modifying so lines.
This was no easy job. In adult films, those explosive scenes are often the result of multiple takes and editing, not to ntion the need for makeup, changing into specialized costus, and setting up appropriate sets in the small studio. The difficulty increased manifold, so it took quite a lot of ti to finally complete what he wanted to film, thanks to Gwyneth being willing to let him manipulate her.
The result was undoubtedly a success. After filming, Adrian specially selected parts of the original film “Shakespeare in Love” and mixed them with his edited footage—although Adrian was known for being economical, there was still a lot that couldn’t be used. And so, the comrcial art masterpiece “Shakespeare in Love” beca the private adult film “Betrayed Shakespeare,” where the beautiful Miss Viola was ultimately taken by the new villain. Under the assault of both body and soul, she finally submitted to the new villain, becoming his plaything. The heartbroken Shakespeare could only secretly watch her moan and squirm under the villain ti and ti again.
Although Adrian’s works were mostly plagiarized from his previous life, it didn’t an he had no skill. After all, with so many movies plagiarized, even a pig should have so realization, right? So, the quality of the final adult film was quite exceptional, definitely not comparable to those of DP’s adult movies. Adrian often dragged Gwyneth to the ho theater in his mansion, shut the door, and watched this movie, with their passions frequently igniting during the viewing.
That’s why there were also film reels on the shelf. Although there were plenty of erotic videos of the won, they couldn’t compare to this. And the real action segnt with Nicole in “Eyes Wide Shut” was stored here too. Adrian also planned to drag Nicole to make a private adult version of this film, changing its na to “cheating wife”—that would certainly have a nice feel to it.
This was Adrian’s collection, and he couldn’t be prouder. Compared to these, Edison Chen wasn’t even considered an amateur player, Clinton was just a pitiful thief, Berlusconi was an old man without taste, and Warren Beatty was rely a dabbler. Only he, only Adrian, could make the most beautiful, most elegant, most talented, and most distinctive won of Hollywood and the world do anything for him.
“I am the only one!” Adrian announced with pride, inspecting his possessions like a king.
If a single item here were leaked out, the storm it would stir up out there was beyond imagination—that’s another reason why Adrian wasn’t at all panicked when he learned the party had been secretly fild. Such things were trivial compared to his collection.
So he was proud, yet always very cautious, physically isolating these items and setting up multiple layers of protection. If they were still leaked, it would just be bad luck.
“Forget it, just start a new party the, since the one-on-one situations will gradually increase anyway,” Adrian decided and tossed the photos into another drawer.
Then, after inspecting his collection once more, he put everything back in its place, locked the basent, and left the villa with a relaxed heart.
As ti went on, his collection would only grow richer.
The matter here temporarily ca to a close—few knew that at the end of May, a sensational piece of news was nipped in the bud before it could blossom, as movie enthusiasts had turned their attention to the just-starting sumr releases.
“The Expendables 2” was released around this ti. Probably because Schwarzenegger, Willis, and others no longer appeared in it, and despite the addition of Dennis as the sniper and a plot that was tight—at least not endlessly drawn out with dialogue as the original, and basically, besides the line “Chase him down, find him, kill him,” spoken by Stallone, this version had no connection with the original.
But aside from Stallone and Dennis, the audience appeal for this ensemble of action actors was sowhat lacking. Thus, while the box office was still decent, it fell short compared to the first film. After all, the selling point of “The Expendables” was aging heroes, reviving nostalgic feelings with a group of nearly expired action actors. Hence even though the plot was adequate and the fight scenes explosive, the box office differed from the first, and it might have been better with guest appearances by other action stars.
However, these were realizations Adrian ca to only after the release. So no amount of talk was useful now; things would just have to take their course. But this series would probably have to be put on hold for a while. Yet, Dana who played the liaison officer, flirted with Dennis onscreen, sparking noticeable chemistry. One wonders what Aniston would think and what kind of onscreen chemistry would ensue between her and Dennis when “Mr. and Mrs. Smith” officially kicks off?
Skipping that, the sa could be said for “The Scorpion King,” a fantasy movie starring The Rock and Lin Zhiling, which spun off from “The Mummy.” It perford well at the box office, though it didn’t quite asure up to the first two “The Mummy” films. Of course, this was understandable, as both “The Mummy” movies were exceptionally good, with the sequel being rare in surpassing the quality of its predecessor—not an easy feat.
In this light, it wasn’t such a great start, but what of it? Not every season has to begin on a high note, and it’s no big deal to let other film companies bask in success for a while. Universal, New Line, Miramax, and Bossworth still had films set to release this sumr season. The goal was simply to ensure the box office didn’t falter—truth be told, even one failure was of little concern with Adrian around to not worry about it.
Besides, the most eye-catching aspect of this sumr season’s opening wasn’t in Hollywood but rather had just concluded at the 56th Cannes Film Festival. Michael Moore from the United States, with his docuntary “Fahrenheit 9/11” that unveiled the Bush Administration’s conspiracies, had snagged the Pal d’Or!
That’s right, “Fahrenheit 9/11,” which was supposed to participate in next year’s Cannes Film Festival and win an award, had been moved up an entire year. Michael Moore was truly a worrying fellow! (To be continued. If you like this work, welco to qidian to cast your recomndation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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