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Daddy’s Girl 95, Part Two: To Be a Good Girl Again

by Rich Moreland, September, 2015

With the Daddy’s Girls series, B Skow employs his Progressive Porn framework to explore a well-scripted vision of irony and self-deception. By weaving the story around psychological dynamics, he examines a sexual fetish that is often quickly labeled without being well understood. Skow succeeds by focusing on the allure of the daddy complex that draws men into relationships with willing younger women. The results can disrupt and restructure families, changing the interactions of step relatives and opening up an array of sexual options that challenge our definition of what is acceptable.

Having said that, here’s the summary of my interpretation of the Daddy’s Girls saga as it stands now. This analysis is only one way to look at these intriguing films and I encourage you to watch them and reach your own conclusions.

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The director at work. Photo courtesy of AVN

B Skow
Photo courtesy of AVN

The Illusion

Quincy is bedeviled by her identity and her own fetishes. Emotionally crippled by her daddy complex, she compensates by being a faux prostitute while denying such a label would ever describe her.

Before her sex scene with Marla, Quincy screams “Why?” in a self-indictment that begs her to be a “good girl again.”

Quincy’s conundrum shows up repeatedly. She loses her Goodneighbor51 customer when Samantha’s father Dale passes away. With a dose of  twisted irony, Skow tells us Dale was Quincy’s real father who masturbated to his daughter’s naked performances.

Later Quincy learns that Mr. Jefferies is also an online voyeur, another “daddy” customer, and offers him sex under the auspices of doing it for Bob. As we have seen, it becomes a threesome in which Marla, the true angel of the tale, quiets Quincy’s demons by also giving herself to the boss.

And don’t forget the unethical Tom, who uses his profession to “persuade” Quincy to act out her daddy desires with him. Just put his name on the list.

At no time until the final minutes of the film does Quincy actually stare down her internal torment, her longing for sex with Bob. Lost in a morass of daddies, the real perversion is Quincy’s forced sex with her own father, Dale, in the first film. It’s done through her own volition, a deliberately controlled moment in which Quincy bullies every metaphorical “father” who has left her fetish wanting.

Quincy

Quincy

In effect, Skow tells us Quincy’s behavior is really self-loathing generated by her inability to control her demons.

Because Quincy refuses motel sex with Goodneighbor51 and the prostitute label that goes with it, she violates Samantha in response to his demand for a show. Captured on her cellphone, it’s her own sister Quincy unknowingly ravages for her father’s entertainment. It’s Dale’s family, not Bob’s, that is plagued by the incestuous carnality of the narrative.

In the end, Quincy wears her own mask. How do we know? She pleads with herself “to be a good girl again.”

The illusion of Daddy’s Girls 2 collapses in that instance. Quincy, who has traded a Biblical “eye for an eye” with Samantha–the sadly misguided righteous angel at the end of the first film–finally seeks genuine redemption.

What confronts Quincy is a harpy in an orange prison jumpsuit, a blind girl incarcerated for her own evil deeds, that stands between her and peace. The irony? It’s Quincy’s own sibling that tortures her, a part of herself revealed in a creepy hand dawn picture in a bedroom that now seems so far away.

Siblings in better times.

Siblings in better times.

Like school girls on a playground, Samantha taunts Quincy with a repeated chorus of “you fucked your father,” the never to be forgiven sin.

The Real Daddy’s Girls

So a story that began in contrast, ends with similarity. Quincy is partially blinded and Sam has no vision. The bright airy colors of the first film that stood for hope and happiness are gone in the second.

Are Sam and Quincy the real daddy’s girls after all, sisters now devoid of a father?

Not quite, because Daddy’s Girls 2 offers up a positive message.

The prostitutes Marla and Oralee, honest and caring, are the real Daddy’s girls, metaphorical “sisters” and professional fuck buddies in their own right. To put it another way, whoredom holds no deception. It hasn’t throughout history and it doesn’t here. As mentioned earlier, Marla and Oralee serve as the Greek chorus, commenting through their actions and words on the truth behind the façade Bob structures to excuse his Lolita fascinations.

Quincy’s redemption is to join them one day, at least in the spirit of their humanity.

Quincy becomes one.

Quincy becomes one with Marla and Oralee.

The Dance of Deception

The Daddy’s Girls saga exists on several levels.

First we have the biological sisters of Samantha and Quincy, both fathered by Dale.

Marla and Oralee represent a second level. They are Bob’s prostitutes, sympathetic figures in serving his perversions albeit for pay. Unlike Samantha and Quincy, they “see” the truth and aren’t afraid to express it, as we have noted.

On a third level, Daddy’s Girls is about younger women and older men, the May-December duality. Skow’s comment on these arrangements is terse. Sometimes they are a forbidden test of faux incest that can be exciting if acted out in the manner Quincy seeks. At other times, the pay-as-you go arrangement Bob establishes with his hookers serves up the sexual menu.

And, don’t forget to include Marla and Quincy in the mix. As step relations in a dysfunctional family, they lend some legitimacy to the combination of mother/daughter and as age contemporaries, a pairing of sisters. Are they the real daddy’s girls, after all?

Closely related to the age play is simple lechery illustrated by two power players: Mr. Jeffries, the boss whose fantasies are fed via webcam and Tom the therapist jacking off before screwing his patient . Oh yes, remember Dale, DaddysGirl95 customer? He joins the group.

indexAll things considered, B Skow leaves the viewer with a final level. Everything sexual is a fantasy. We conjure up whatever amuses our personal fetishes.

Simply put, deception dances everywhere and everyone wears a domino mask just like Carnival party goers centuries ago.

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As I did with the first film, I have waited until the final installment of Daddy’s Girls 2 to salute the performers who brought the script to life.

Riley Reid, Maddy O’Reilly, and Alec Knight reprised their roles as Quincy, Samantha, and Bob.

Capri Cavanni is marvelous as Marla as is Kassondra Raine as Oralee. They are the unsung performers in the film.

Anthony Rosano (Tom) and Ryan McLane (Mr. Jeffries) are widely recognized in adult entertainment for their acting acumen, reliability, and on-screen adaptability . . . true veterans in every sense.

A final nod goes to B Skow for elevating these films to art. Unfortunately the original Daddy’s Girls made in 2013 was not recognized with industry awards. Here’s hoping the sequel avoids that fate.

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Everything You Wanted to Be: A Review of Zero Tolerance’s “Shades of Scarlet”

by Rich Moreland, November 2014

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With the explosion of “Fifty Shades of Grey” to the highly marketable “mommie porn” audience, adult film has been spinning its own version of the dominance/submission formula for a while now. Mostly, the result is a variety of BDSM lite shoots where a bit of flogging and a blindfold are standard fare. “Shades of Scarlet” moves past this fluff and turns up the heat a bit. The film’s BDSM scenes flavor an emerging adult genre I call “submission porn,” a cross between low-cal BDSM and Kink.com‘s harsher fare.

“Shades” introduces an erotic writer Roz Collins (Anthony Rosano) who responds to a fan email with a cell phone seduction that appears off beat. His image on-screen is strictly in profile, dark and foreboding with extreme facial closeups. Of course, that is not by accident.

Karlie Montana Photo courtesy of Officefantasy2.com

Karlie Montana
Photo courtesy of Officefantasy2.com

His fan, the bookwormish office worker Karlie Montana, delights in Collins’ creativity, especially his latest work, “Scarlet: When Passions Collide.” His books take her away from her mundane reality emphasized by the film’s Midwestern setting. As a result, she romanticizes Collins as “a man I could never meet” and Scarlet, as “as a girl I could never be.”

In their first conversation she says she could never do the things he writes about.

“Never or not yet?” he replies and the tone for the film is set.

Collins asks her if she would like to meet the characters in his book. “They’re real?” she asks. “They are now,” he says, and leaves instructions for her new adventure.

Giddy at first and then apprehensive, Karlie obeys, knowing that her fear of her desires is hovering over her. She will meet Collins’s kinky mind with the sex play of two couples: Mr. Pete and AJ Applegate, and Tommy Pistol and Romi Rain.

Two Visits

Entering a warehouse covered with street art, a stunned Karlie encounters Mr. Pete and the submissive AJ fully engaged in a BDSM scene. The scenario will be repeated later when she walks into a dungeon-like room in which Tommy and Romi are likewise playing. To emphasize their vulnerability, both women are blindfolded and subjected to whipping, cropping, paddling.

AJ Applegate Photo courtesy of Zero Tolerance

AJ Applegate
Photo courtesy of Zero Tolerance

In the first scene, the voyeuristic Karlie reaches into her panties; in the second, she fondles herself after being ordered to remove them. Mr. Pete and AJ transform Karlie’s expression from reticence to fascination; by the time Tommy and Romi’s sexual romp ends with the pop shot, she’s entranced.

Director Mike Quasar has constructed two dynamite sex scenes with just the right blend of bondage and hardcore sex. There’s smacking and spanking, lots of deep throating and vaginal penetration, but no anal because it is not a big seller in the couples market.

After watching Mr. Pete and AJ, Karlie inwardly confesses that she’s in love with Collins and is ready to engage him. However, before they can meet, he insists she must return to the warehouse and seek out a man called “Tommy.”

“I don’t remember that character,” she says.

“I haven’t written him yet,” Collins replies.

Collins knows Karlie is obedient; Tommy will test her will to submit.

At first Karlie winces as a suspended Romi receives her punishments. Before Tommy unshackles his submissive for sex, he confines Karlie to a jail-like cage to watch his raven-haired captive pleasured by her “master.”

Romi Rain Photo courtesy of romirain.com

Romi Rain
Photo courtesy of romirain.com

An educational moment for neophyte BDSMers occurs here. Tommy turns to Karlie and demands to know if she wants him to “hurt” Romi. She shakes her head. He then asks his caged guest if he should “go harder” with his playmate. Karlie is okay with that. In response, Pete and Romi lovingly kiss and Romi smiles appreciatively when the going gets rough, declaring she loves the pain because it intensifies her sexual response.

BDSMers separate emotional hurt from pain. Pain is enjoyable in an erotic sense. Hurting is never acceptable and Quasar makes that point here.

Goodbye to Scarlet

The film’s final sex scenes are contrasts. Karlie gets a call from Collins informing her a package is arriving with clothes to wear for tonight’s appointment. As usual, she anticipates meeting with him but the time is not right, she learns.

Again in the warehouse, Karlie stands, blindfolded with a leash held by James Deen. This three-way scene will feature the sultry Skin Diamond, James’ submissive, who will become Karlie’s dominant. It’s training for Karlie who addresses James and Skin as “master” and “mistress,” thanking them for everything they do to her.

There’s mild to moderate flogging and cropping suitable for viewers who feel comfortable getting into BDSM. Interestingly, Karlie Montana’s bondage resume does not include Kink.com, whereas AJ, Skin, Tommy, and James have shot for the San Francisco studio several times. Yet, Karlie’s performance is convincing enough to pass the authentic Kink submissive test. That’s verisimilitude.

There are a variety of position changes to go with the usual porn fare: lots of oral sex to highlight the action featuring enthusiastic, top of the line performers. When the sex gets steamy, the bondage ingredients tend to be dropped, something which often happens with real life lovers experimenting with BDSM.

The next day at work, Karlie takes a call from Collins.

“How was your night?” he asks.

“Incredible, I never in a million years thought something like that would happen to me,” she says.

He tells her the time has come and she enthusiastically expects to meet with him. But first, he wants to know what her imagination tells her he looks like.

The significance of her journey is revealed. Karlie must engage reality through her fantasies, to find common ground with her fears so her sexuality can be released. After she describes a tall handsome man, Collins terminates the call with a good-bye to “Scarlet.” She politely corrects him with “Karlie,” but it is too late, her imagination has leapfrogged reality.

Karlie is given her dream man, a meeting set up by Collins who tells her “you get to be everything you ever wanted to be.” In a final phone call, Collins says a farewell to “Scarlet,” reminding Karlie that “this is where the story ends,” and, of course, her hoped for reality begins.

She enters the warehouse one more time.

The final sex scene with Derrick Pierce is Karlie’s awakening through restraint–leather cuffs, a blindfold, and bondage sex–put in motion by a voice she can never meet, a creator of characters that are not real. Though there are submissive elements, Derrick is gentle and romantic, fulfilling Karlie’s fantasies.

Karlie in Derrick's hands Photo courtesy of Zero Tolerance

Karlie in Derrick’s hands
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The scene is uplifting with music that lends a dreamy quality to the sex. In fact, dreams are the closing image of a film that ends where it began, in the imagination of a sleepy office worker who puts down her copy of the Scarlet novel and drifts off, alone in her bed, into a bondage phantasmagoria.

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