‘What The Hell Was I Thinking?!!’ - Confessions of the World’s Most Controversial Sex Symbol

by Jake Brown

  ‘In 1996, an unknown named Jasmin St. Claire set out to have sex with 300 men in a XXX video titled The World’s Biggest Gang-Bang II, thereby breaking an alleged record of 251 men set a year earlier by Annabel Chong. By the mid ’90s, gang bang films had become a hot product in the industry.They not only created overnight stars — worthy of Howard Stern and Jerry Springer — but added a new dimension to celebrity worship. Whereas at one time an autograph served as a hallowed connection with a famous person, now fans, invited to participate in these spectacles, could actually fuck a star.

  ‘Late one Sunday morning on the second floor of a decrepit Hollywood sound stage, Jasmin held a press conference prior to the shoot. Reporters and photographers from such esteemed publications as Club, Screw and, of course, Hustler packed the room. Champagne was served. Jasmin, 23, entered in skintight red latex. She moved imperiously, with her head held high and her surgically augmented D-cups thrust forward. Jasmin’s ethnic origins were a mystery. Her skin was coppery brown, like a glass of tea in sunlight. She told people her dark complexion came from Brazilian blood, and there were rumors that she was the granddaughter of a New York mobster. She denied those, and claimed to have been raised by an international-financier father, to have been educated in Continental boarding schools and to have an undergraduate degree from Columbia. At the press conference, Jasmin responded in French, German and Spanish to questions from European porn-magazine stringers. As cameras flashed and the room filled with the staccato sound of 20 reporters calling her name, the scene took on the air of an old-fashioned Hollywood movie premiere. I asked Jasmin why she was having sex with 300 men, and she answered, “To achieve my dreams.”

  ‘The event began on a set decorated with paper palm trees and tiki lamps. Perhaps 50 men showed. They were authentic amateurs, a cross section of humanity that might have been culled from an unemployment line: old, young, fat, bald, and skinny. They wore tennis shoes and work boots, but no pants or underwear, as they were herded into groups of five along lines taped onto the concrete floor. A half a dozen fluffers knelt by the taped lines and prepared the men for their encounter with Jasmin. She lay on a low stage and could barely be glimpsed through the clutches of hairy asses flexing around her. Jasmin’s hands grasped at erections as the men circled her, copulating with her mouth, vagina and ass. The teams of gangbangers were given five or 10 minutes with Jasmin. They wore condoms when they penetrated her. They removed their condoms to ejaculate on her stomach, thighs, breasts, face, or in her thick, wavy brown hair. When the men finished, they sat in bleachers at the edge of the sound stage or milled around and lamely jacked off, trying to nurse fresh hard-ons for another go.

  ‘I experienced a sense of numbness on Jasmin’s set — as I would on many others — that I can only compare to accounts I have read of combat. It was the sense of being in a group of people deliberately and methodically engaged in acts of insanity. Unlike in combat, I was not overwhelmed by the horror of it, but by the grand-scale stupidity, which crystallized that day as I stood by the craft-services cart. Boiled hot dogs on cold, white buns were being dispensed. A man next to me politely passed the mustard. The bottle was sticky with K-Y Jelly. I never attempted to eat on a porn shoot again.

  ‘It was during Jasmin’s bid for the title of world’s biggest gangbang queen that she acquired her reputation as a bitch. One of the men I spoke to, 40-ish, with the tan and physique of a lifelong desk worker summed up his experience as a star-fucker. ‘Jasmin is cold,’ he said, then compared her to Annabel Chong, whom he’d met a year earlier when he’d participated in her World’s Biggest Gang-Bang. “She’s not friendly like Annabel was.”’

  Jasmin Metal Heads Only modeling shot.

  toP: Jasmin partying in Brazil.

  bottom: Jenna Jameson and Jasmin St Claire.

  Jasmin posing for calendar back in the day.

  Jasmin on the movie set of Communication Breakdown.

  Jasmin in the bubbles.

  toP: Jasmin at red carpet for Toxic Vision clothing company fashion show. bottom: Jasmin from Adult Film Heyday at In Store Appearance.

  Jasmin in the waves.

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  Jasmin in BC Rich Coffin Guitar Case.

  toP: Jasmin Modeling BC Rich Guitar.

  bottom: Jasmin modeling Krank Guitar Pedals

  Jasmin Modelling the BC Rich Black Warlock Guitar.

  toP: Jasmin on starring float at Brazil’s annual Carnaval Sao Paulo VAi Vai. bottom: Jasmin on the set of Swamp Zombies with ZOMBIE!!

  Jasmin Modelling Shot from late 1990s heyday.

  toP: Jasmin with best friend Amy.

  bottom: Starring Float at Brazil’s annual Carnaval Sao Paulo VAi Vai.

  Jasmin Modelling a White BC Rich Coffin-shaped Guitar Case.

  toP: Jasmin modeling Brazilian coffin guitar case. bottom: Jasmin signing autographs.

  Part V iiii

  The Big (Gang) Bang Theory

  The funniest thing to me now looking back on that movie and the phenomenon that followed its release was that the public were the ones who took the biggest fuck, not me. I am not sure of the legal ramifications that accompany what I am about to pull the curtain back on — but here it goes (sorry, guys.) The World’s Greatest Gang Bang was NOT 300 guys as advertised on Stern and a million other media markets, but rather perhaps among the biggest cons ever pulled off in the porn business. It was a true house of smoke and mirrors and in a sense a testament to the talent of John T. Bone’s skill as a legitimate film director. Because 300 wasn’t even 50 guys, but rather THIRTY GUYS strategically placed and filmed over a very brutal day of shooting for me (20 OF THEM WHO COULD NOT EVEN GET AN ERECTION.) There it is, and here are some witnesses to corroborate my revelation, as well as offer some additional behind-the-scenes details of how it was all pulled off:

  Charlie Fry: Absolutely in reality it was about spectacle rather than Jasmin actually fucking 300 guys. This was a movie, and like any movie, when you go watch Star Wars, there’s not really spaceships zooming around lasering everybody — a porn movie is no different. In reality, there were only 65 guys that showed up, and yes she had sex with 300 guys. If you look at the title of the movie, it didn’t say 300 different guys, so essentially, if the same guy penetrated her four times, even within a few minutes, that is: four individual acts of sex. So did it technically justify the numbers, yes, but was it real? Absolutely not. If 300 guys had shown up, absolutely, but it was hard to even get as many guys as we did to show up. They’re paying their own way out from all over the country to L.A., paying for their own hotel, not getting paid, not to mention how intimidated they were when it came time to perform.

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  132 what the hell was i thinking?!! Dominic Accara ( Jasmin‘s Assistant): It was clear from the start that the gang bang was not about sex, it was about spectacle, and the bigger the spectacle, the more the sales. That shoot was done at a studio at Santa Monica and Vine, and the day of the shoot, first they brought in Annabel Chong, and she explained what she’d done and kind of officially passed the torch to Jasmin. Then they set up to start shooting, and while they promoted it as though Jasmin was going to be fucked by 300 guys, in reality, it was FAR less. John was such a talented director that he was able to manipulate the camera through a lot of creatively-angled shots to make it look like there were A LOT more guys having sex with her than actually were. I was there and saw the whole thing, and it wasn’t EVEN CLOSE to 300 guys. The way the whole thing worked was this. Basically 5 guys would go up. She’d be laying on a table and the guys would all be surrounding her. If one of the guy’s dicks literally touched her leg, they would count it as a fuck, and in theory, and would inflate and jack it up 5, 10, 15 numbers per every one real sexual encounter. I would say MAYBE 50 guys fucked her that day, and that would be high, and those that did fuck her — assuming they could keep it hard — were inside her for 15-30 seconds, a minute if you were lucky. You had people stepping up to the table and they’d go limp, and they’d count them,
so the idea again was more about the spectacle than about the sex. The impression I got from Jasmin was that’s why she did it anyway — I don’t think she was ever into having sex with that many people.

  When it came to keeping everyone in on the plan, including media people who were on set the day of the gang bang, John made sure they were all taken care of any way they wanted to be taken care of. In other words, there were fluffers on set whose job was to blow male actors to get their dicks hard before a scene. Let’s pretend for a minute you’re a journalist, he would ask you if you wanted to do a private interview with a fluffer in a private room. And however in depth your interview went, your interview went if I’m making sense. By the time all of that was said and done John had everyone in his back pocket, and no one was going to say shit except along the lines of the script he wrote for us. In other words, as far as we were concerned, she fucked 800 people.

  Jasmin: I knew it would make me an instant star, so I went along with the MASS charade that was The World’s Greatest Gang Bang II. The atmosphere that day was very much as the L.A. Weekly described it in the article above, and the week leading up to the shoot I didn’t know if

  the big (gang) bang theory 133 I could go through with it. I was freaking out, until my director John T. Bone let me in on a little secret that came as a mass relief to me: that we’d be fudging the numbers. On set, there would in fact be a couple hundred men there, but I would only be having sex with a fraction of that. The LA Weekly was correct in reporting that hordes of men surrounded me in a circle, but the reality is only a handful were actually having intercourse with me.The rest were there to obscure the view of the onslaught of press watching. Charlie even flew out — ON MY DIME — to grace us with his slimy presence.

  Anyway, leading into the day, I had this horrible anxiety going on about the whole thing, and couldn’t help thinking to myself like ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this, holy shit.’ I was scared too, because the whole thing had been so built up in the press that we almost had to go through with it. If I didn’t, it would certainly have killed off any credibility I had built up to that point as a rising star, and if I went through with it, I would be an overnight celebrity. They had Annabel Chong, the girl who at that time held the record for the first Gang Bang with 251 men on set, just to add authenticity, but she was strictly an observer. If only those in the press watching had known that she had fucked FAR LESS than the purported number for the first movie. But for the moment, it remained a trade secret. In fact, I think I’m the first to out both she and I, but anything less than the number of men I’d boasted I would sleep with was a relief to me. On the outside though, I had to look as excited, exotic, and eager as I could about the prospect of having 300 men penetrating and ejaculating in every available ORFICES I had to offer. I’d had multiple penetration scenes before, but this was just filthy to me. It was disgusting, and probably the lowest I have ever felt in my life next to when Dick beat me. It reduced me back down to nothing in my own head, shattering me into the same number of pieces as the men who were supposedly fucking me that day. I felt like I was truly acting that day, so anyone who says there is no talent involved in the porn business can fuck themselves, because the truth is all I wanted to do was go home and kill myself after this.

  Charlie Fry: With any of the movies Jasmin was in, I always emphasized she would be acting — in porn in general — including the sex part of it, because you’re ACTING as if you like the sex. That was true with the gang bang as well; it was much more about acting than about sex, so whenever Jasmin was on, Rhea shut off. Jasmin was absolutely a sexual dynamo. That was her role. It was her job to portray that she liked what she was doing, that she wanted the sex she was having, that she was really into it.The more you did that, the more they hyped you up in the industry, and the bigger of a star you became. So from day one something I always taught Jasmin was you need to let them think you’re absolutely the wildest chick around. So with the gang bang, for instance, nothing was taboo or too much, to the point that in her media interviews she said that she preferred anal sex in her movies to girl/boy, and wouldn’t do girl-girl because that was too boring.

  Dominic Accara ( Jasmin’s Assistant): She would take breaks for smokes or lunch, and Jasmin stayed in character the entire day. John had told her, ‘You’re going to be Jasmin the entire day,’ and to her credit she lived up to it. I got the impression with most of her movies that she was acting; it was all business all the time. By the end of the day of the Gang Bang shoot, she was tired, beaten up. I got the impression it was a long day with a lot of different emotions for her. I thought she handled the amount of insanity that was dropped on her all at once pretty well, all things considering.

  Jasmin: Though I wasn’t delivering any lines, I was absolutely acting- and in a more personal way than I would argue most professional mainstream actresses could- because I had to make this look as authentic as people believed it really was in the end of the day took talent. On top of that, I had to look like I was enjoying it, and truthfully, it was horrible. The question from people that used to bug me the most in the aftermath was ‘what kind of physical training did you do to prep for it?’As though it was the World Olympics of fucking sex, I guess it looked like that to them, but it used to annoy me. Even after it was over in terms of the physical shoot, it was a long way from over. It was several more months before it would come out in stores, and that whole time, I had to do press lying about what went on, building it up, and promoting a lie. Then when the actual release happened later in that summer, I had to do it all over again. I even went on Stern again and lied about them having to ice me down in-between takes. The whole thing was just ridiculous to me, but it’s the trade off I had to make to become a star, that was the way I looked at it.

  Anyway, we certainly sent everyone home happy that day, even the guys who had shown up in the hopes of getting their turn. We sent them all home with a free t-shirt with a really cool looking image of me on it and some copy about the fact that they’d been part of the World’s Greatest Gang Bang II and what number they’d supposedly been out of 300 to fuck me.

  the big (gang) bang theory 13 5 In reality, only about 30, maybe 35 men had been there circled around me. Probably 7 of the 10 that I actually had sexual contact with were actually PORN ACTORS, not regular Joes off the street. That had been one of the pitching points in the first place on shows like Stern and at the conventions where we’d had anybody who wanted to sign up. During the shoot, they’d had this counter board that was supposed to keep track of people who had successfully ‘banged’me, and John’s people kept cheating the numbers that were on the board. We did it in increments of 5 people every 5 minutes, but most of them couldn’t get their dicks hard, but their backs were very strategically turned from the eyes of the watching press.

  A lot of it was simulation where they could get it hard, and John kept cutting it from 5 minutes to 2 or 3 minutes tops after a while, so by the time the 3 minute mark approached, some of these guys were just getting hard. He would also always have one or two of the real male porn stars mixed in, but so that you couldn’t tell from outside the circle and strategically placed camera angles.They also had these fluff girls who were supposed to be helping people to get hard while they were waiting, but they also were there to distract attention from the main event. I would say 80% of the men there couldn’t get it up, so the 7 or 8 pros — John would just keep moving them and positioning them so that you could never clearly see any one actor’s face. As a result, it was very often the same guy fucking me from different positions because he was the only one who could keep it up, or even get it up at all. Given that most people focus on the woman during a porn movie, who really was ever watching the cock that closely? We counted on that, and it worked. John was a very talented director to pull that off. Then part of my job was to appear to be in pain while I was being fucked, to be really over the top with the dramatics, and I think I did a good job of acting. At one point, I even asked for someone to
get me some ice, but it was total bullshit, all of it, or SHOW BUSINESS.

  It took about a day to shoot the whole thing, and it was just mayhem on the set. Ron Jeremy was there, photographers and journalists from every trade publication you can name from Hustler to Penthouse, and it aided us greatly to have that kind of distraction going on to pull off what we did. It’s a lot like the end of True Romance, when Clarence and Alabama just calmly walk out of the hotel because the police focus in on the general mayhem. They got away with it, and so did we. Once it was all over, I was fine. I’d spent more time actually HAVING SEX on some of my past shoots, if you count the physical time spent shooting a typical scene. This was more fractured, hit or miss in terms of who in the groups could perform, and B.) In terms of the number of minutes I spent having sex, it actually added up to less than I would have spent with just one or two guys who were pros in the course of a normal shoot. Truthfully, the ones who did most the work were the fluff girls, because we never normally had to have them on set, because its part of a male porn star’s job description that he’s able to keep it up. Anyway, everybody afterward was very excited about the ‘record’ we’d broke. The one reward I did feel going home that night from the whole thing was the fact that — given the number of regular, average John Q. Publics who’d showed up to be part of the shoot — people actually did desire me. They wanted me, because I was the star, and they’d known that going in, and the fact that they wanted me was something that neither Dick nor Kurt had ever legitimately shown me. Anyway, at the time we all looked at it as a success that we’d pulled this mass con off, but looking back now — a decade later — I can see where it was wrong, and would like to apologize to fans. I hope no one feels cheated, but I had a confidentiality clause that kept me silent for years afterward, tied by legal ramifications if I’d spoken out about it. So I’m sorry to anyone who has bought that, and I personally and publicly want to say I’m sorry for participating in it. It was a very successful movie, it won ‘Video of the Year’ at the porn awards show the next year, and brought me international stardom, but part of me still wishes I’d never done it. It left a very nasty taste in my mouth, and I hope it does in everyone else’s who was involved now that the public knows the truth. I’m happy to have gotten it off my chest anyway.