Array Seka - Inside Seka

The first time I was at Plato’s was during the time we were getting the script ready for Inside Seka. There had to be several hundred people in this club. There were lockers to put your things. They had a color scheme and every room was a different color. One particular room was very dark with blue lights. And there was nothing but wall-to-wall mattresses. And bodies everywhere. It was one big orgy.

Ken kept pushing me to go in. You didn’t even have to introduce yourself. You’d just lie down and start playing with someone or something.

Ken couldn’t wait to go off on his own to see how many scenes he could get into. Me, I just kind of closed my eyes and went with it. I wasn’t really thinking of anything. Once, as I was nearly dozing, I looked up and there was a really good-looking guy on top of me. I said to myself, “Thank you.” At least he was pleasant to look at. The guy was quite good, too, and he really seemed to care about what he was doing. My own boyfriend never really cared — he just wanted to get off and my pleasure was just an afterthought.

It was kind of ironic that this was a good experience. Meanwhile, Ken was in the corner with two women. This made me very happy because I figured he’d be satisfied and I wouldn’t have to deal with him myself.

When my guy was done, I got up, took a shower, and got dressed. There was no conversation at all with him, which was okay by me. I figured it wasn’t someone I was ever going to see again.

All in all, I wasn’t opposed to swinging, but it wasn’t something I wanted as a lifestyle. Deep down, I wanted to be with one person. In spite of being in the porn industry, I needed a loving, committed relationship.

Ken was still busy with his pair of ladies so I just got up and went to the main section of Plato’s — the action-free area — where people were dressed, half-dressed, and undressed. To me, that was more interesting than the sex.

It was a fascinating group of people. You had doctors, lawyers, and judges — people from all walks of life and from all over the world. You often met nice folk at these events and I had even stayed in touch with June and Jack from my California swing party experience, and we ultimately swung with them.

As far as the sex in my movies, that was just a job. The movies, the swinging, it was all in the context of the era. Women were no longer embarrassed about sex. It was the seventies and everyone was on the Pill. I’d waited until my wedding night — actually after my wedding night — to lose my virginity. Now I was in this “open relationship” with a guy who wanted every piece of ass he could find, and encouraged me to do the same. As far as the movies, unlike all these people at Plato’s, I was getting paid good money to get into scenes. And it wasn’t prostitution either. I was getting paid, the guys were getting paid, and if I didn’t like some guy, I didn’t have to be with him. I did not feel morally inferior to anyone. I doubt there were many other jobs I could have worked at that point in my life and with my education where I could have made more money. Plus, there was an air of celebrity about it. I never dreamed that would mean anything to me or I would ever be a part of such an enterprise, but it was kinda neat.

It took several days to write the movie — days, not weeks, months, and years like a real movie. The movie wasn’t a helluva lot different than my Swedish Erotica stuff. The only through-line was me and Ken in bed, talking about “my” fantasies, as well as our erotic memories, both together as a couple, as well as me without him. I’d talk about a scene and then they’d cut to it, kinda like a talk show host saying, “Do we have a clip? Oh, here it is.” Each scene was like a separate loop. There was no other plot. Still, it was hot, and to this day people come up to me and quote certain scenes as being their all-time adult favorites.

There was one scene where I was giving oral sex to three or four guys at the same time. In the script we blurred the line between truth and fiction, as this certainly hadn’t happened to me in real life, nor was it a real life fantasy of mine, but I had done similar things in my other movies. In the scene, Ron Jeremy came in and asked if he could do me, too, and I said he should go do himself.

Which he did.

Ron could blow himself. He said, “I’m the cheapest date I can ever have. I can do myself, take myself out to dinner, and not have to deal with anybody.” That was Ronnie. Always funny — and formerly flexible.

As far as the movie goes, that was the highlight for me because it was hysterical. I had a guy in each hand and one staring me in the face, and I actually made the director stop filming because I had to see Ron in action. I was too distracted to continue.

One of the other scenes was actually filmed at the real Plato’s Retreat. Don’t ask me how they got permission to do that, but they did. So if you ever want to see what the real, original Plato’s was really like, buy Inside Seka, the movie.

We shot the movie and it usually takes about three months to edit and get it ready for release. In the meantime, we went back to California and the guys from Swedish Erotica called again. There was a big summer show in Chicago called the Consumer Electronics Show and it was in June in Chicago and January in Vegas. It was the biggest convention of the year. They wanted me to go and be in their booth and sign autographs for them. It was a four-day show in Chicago. Wow, another big city I’d never been to. They had five hundred pictures for me to sign for four days. I figured I’d never go through that many pictures and they’ll be disappointed.

I went through five hundred pictures the first day.

They had to get more pictures printed so I’d have something to sign. I was amazed all these people were fans, since my features were only beginning to dribble out. That was when the light bulb went off:

I’m not getting paid enough money.

For the first time, I realized why everyone put up with Ken being on the set. The adult industry needed me.

Inside Seka was finally released and I loved it and hated it. I loved being the star, the girl whose name was in the title. My ego is no different than anyone else’s. Before the movie, no one really knew me or Ken. Now we were celebrities — the Sonny and Cher of porn. Where once we’d been able to attend swing parties and clubs with a bit of anonymity, now everyone knew us and for me, that part was uncomfortable. Everyone wanted a turn with the porn star. Ken was reveling in it. I kept trying to figure how to get the hell away from that scene. Whatever curiosity I’d once had about it was now gone.

What I also hated were the lies. Sure, most PR is lies or exaggerations, but certain things about Inside Seka particularly irked me. For one thing, Ken and I are credited as directing it. What?! Neither he nor I could have directed traffic at that point in our lives, let alone a film. Joe Sarno directed that film. But Sarno made a number of well-received soft-core and exploitation films in the sixties, and supposedly considered hard-core “slumming it,” so he wouldn’t allow his name to be on the film, or so I’ve been told. Joe had also done the Jennifer Welles film, the Gloria Leonard film, and would do the next film in the series, Deep Inside Annie Sprinkle.

Then there was the soundtrack. All porn soundtracks are laughably bad, but Inside Seka may have set a new low. I don’t know who wrote all the music, but there was a title song that, I suppose, must have been called, “The Ballad of Seka and Ken,” because it was one of those “story songs.” The lyrics went, “Radford, Virginia. Selling books….” It was pretty much a musical version of this book. “Seka tried on some sexy clothing. Took some pictures in the raw.” Honest-to-God, these are some of the lyrics. They even threw Ken in there somewhere. Painful.