I had decided after leaving Wicked that I was through with adult movies. My plan was to just shoot dancing and masturbation clips for the website. But with Club Jenna becoming such a success and Jay beginning to direct more porn, we decided to start a production company. And this meant that I was going to have to get in front of the camera again.

I told Jay I’d only do girl-girl scenes, but we quickly realized that the only way these films were going to be bestsellers was if I did boy-girl scenes as well. Since there was no way I was going to be with another man on camera again, there was only one option open to us: Jay was going to have to step up to the plate and do it himself. To my amazement, this was something he had actually thought about already and was willing to do —as long as he could wear a mask to disguise himself. I warned him that when 200,000 copies of a video of him having sex hit the stores, it could affect his life and his family anyway, but he was adamant about it.

I had met Briana Banks on the set of an all-girl movie, and instantly saw star quality. In person, she was a goofy, loud-mouthed tomboy. But she had the ability to transform into a tall leggy goddess whenever the occasion called for it, on camera or off. I wanted to take her under my wing, like Nikki had done with me after our Suze shoot, so I decided to make her my co-star.

Jay directed the movie, which we named Briana Loves Jenna, and not only was he nervous, but so was Briana. She was literally sick with fear about working with me. But once we started kissing, she transformed from nervous girl to sexual predator, which reminded me of myself when I did my first scenes with Randy West (though hopefully I sweated a little less than he did). Her kisses were so soft and sensual, and I’d never explored a better mouth —it felt warm, with a scent I vaguely recognized from my childhood.

Above left: With Briana.

Above right: With my assistant and friend, Linda Johnson.

When it came time for Jay and me to do our sex scene, we gave the camera to the assistant director, Jim Enright, who happened to have directed my first movies for Wicked. It was late and Jim had helped himself to a few cocktails, so he was a little tipsy. I painted the promised black mask over Jay’s face, and we prepared for our scene. I’d never seen a guy primp so much in my life. He was an even bigger prima donna than me, and was petrified that I would take it personally if he couldn’t get hard.

The entire process was weird and uncomfortable, partly because Jay was still directing, so he kept adjusting camera angles and lights right up until the word “action.” Unbelievably for a first-time performer, Jay had no problem getting wood. But the sex didn’t feel right because we weren’t used to making love in such a cold, sterile, loveless environment. And Jay was very aggressive, which was fine in the bedroom, but I had to hold him back so I could perform a little.

Afterward, when Jay and I gathered around a monitor to watch the scene, we were horrified. Not only was the picture shaking from Jim’s tipsy camera hand, but Jim had forgotten to hit the record button for Jay’s cum shot. He missed it entirely.

We waited for Jay to get hard again, and filmed the pop shot once more. Two months later, when we were editing, we saw the scene for the first time. Everything looked fine until suddenly, when Jay was about to come, the camera zoomed in on my face. All Jim had filmed was a close-up of my cheek and half my lips getting splattered from some invisible source. Jay was livid.

All we needed was a pop shot, so Jay and I decided to film it ourselves at home. I did my own makeup, which was extremely difficult because I had to match the artsy tribal look that my makeup artist Lee had given me. In addition, I had to somehow make my hair look like it hadn’t been growing out for two months. To get the camera angle right, Jay stood on a box so that his crotch would be at the height of my face. Then he jumped off the box, ran around to the camera, hit record, ran back to the box, jumped on top, and started beating off until, just when he was about to pop, the tripod collapsed.

He ran to the tripod, boner bouncing in the air, and tried to raise it. But it wouldn’t stay up. He dashed to the kitchen, grabbed some duct tape, and jerry-rigged the tripod. Then he ran back and forth between me and the tripod, trying to line up the shot, boner still raging. Finally, he leaped onto the box, started beating his meat furiously, and then, just as he was about to come, he fell forward off the crate into me. I pushed him back and, with my hand propping him up, we finally managed to get the pop shot. If we had ruined the scene again, I think he would have given up.

In the end, the effort was worth it, because Briana Loves Jenna went on to become the second bestselling adult movie of all time next to Marilyn Chambers’ 1972 classic Behind the Green Door.

Ironically enough, we made a distribution deal for our movies with Vivid, so after all my bitching about being just another girl in the pack, I ended up as a Vivid girl anyway —but one who actually owned her own movies.

The shooting of our next film, I Dream of Jenna, went much better. We were finally relaxed enough to enjoy the sex like we did in the bedroom. Somehow, Jay had transformed into a natural performer. He must have been practicing while I slept. He fucked me in a dozen different positions for two and a half hours —without a mask, even. You can actually see my stomach contracting from all the orgasms I had while he was eating me out. Just before he came, he pulled out, popped on my butt, and then licked it up. He pulled himself up, grabbed my face, kissed me, and spat it into my mouth. I had no idea what possessed him, because he had never done anything like that before in bed. Measured by porn standards, it was the sign of a healthy relationship.

With Jay and Emma.