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Behind the Scenes at Vivid's Porn Star Radio Channel

Vivid, one of the largest porn studios in the country, has a 24-hour XM radio station. I spent a day in the studio and found the whole thing surprisingly cool.

"Vivid Radio!" Sapphire says, "We're talking about snowballing and cum-swapping today! Do you have a story or fantasy you'd like to share?"

Sapphire, the producer for porn star Annie Cruz's internet radio show Dirtiest Girl in the World, is in the radio control room at the offices of porn mega-company ​Vivid. The phones were ringing off the hook, the lines crowded with men who wanted to be part of the show, which features Annie telling dirty stories and taking calls.

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One guy I know who had listened to Vivid Radio, the porn-centric Sirius XM station that Dirtiest Girl in the World is a part of, described it as "sweaty guys calling in to have phone sex with porn stars." That makes it sound both disgusting and boring, an unfortunate cross between Car Talk and a seedy internet chat room.

But the station just celebrated its first-year anniversary (it went from being on satellite radio to an online-only operation in ​July), and, as I found when I visited Sapphire and Annie while they recorded Dirtiest Girl, the shows have attracted a dedicated—if sweaty-palmed—audience.

When I met Annie—who was wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and no makeup—I found out one secret behind he show's success: she's not only the dirtiest girl in the world, she's the friendliest. She's got the personality of a genuinely nice frat guy, her speech was peppered with "dude"s, she's passionate about comics and gaming, and identifies as pansexual. I'll admit to a certain amount of prejudice when it comes to porn stars, Annie was not what I had in mind when I thought of a "Vivid Girl."

Annie's first segment was "Sexy Stories," true tales of the sexy encounters she's had recently. The phones were lit up with callers, even though this wasn't a call-in segment. "Oh, they call in and wait," Sapphire told me. "They'll stay on hold throughout the whole Sexy Stories segment to get to the call-in portion."

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In front of the mic, Annie has the delivery of a bro describing the funniest thing, ever, that happened to him at the gym. "Then he fucks me so hard, I'm like, 'Holy fuck dude,'" she said while describing a weekend with her boyfriend, whom she calls "Captain America." (Her nickname for her boyfriend, a doctor she met at the ​Adult Entertainment Expo last year, when he came dressed as Captain America.) "For the rest of the evening we basically played video games. In the morning we did this brutal TRX workout in Culver City. Then we ate some cookies."

After Sexy Stories, it was finally time for " Ask Me Anything Mondays," the weekly call-in segment that the men had been dutifully waiting on the line for. Annie opened the segment by poking gentle fun at last week's callers for not really… asking her anything. "Guys, you can ask me anything," she reminded them.

Her first caller was Victor, who was wondering if Annie would ever "shove [his] face in [her] pussy." She considered this, seriously, and said, "Maybe. Are you cool?" Victor reassured her that he was indeed cool. Annie asked what made him so cool, a question he obviously was not expecting. "I'm… fun to be around," he said, "and I'd… buy you… a dildo." All parties agreed this was fair.

After Victor was Todd, who asked Annie what kind of shoes she was wearing. Annie looked at her feet and told him (truthfully) that she was wearing red Converse. "What do they smell like?" Todd asked. In the control room, Sapphire shouted, "What the FUCK!" But in the studio, Annie dutifully smelled her sneakers. "They kind of smell brand new," she told Todd. "I have a lot of Chuck Taylors, but I hardly ever wear these ones, so they smell pretty new."

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"Do you have any old ones you would sell me?" Todd asked. Yeah right, I thought, there's no way she would ever do that, buddy, as though tennis shoe sales were the one line a porn star must never cross. "Sure," Annie said. "Just email me." Another friendly exchange, another satisfied customer.

After Todd, Annie took a call from Jordie, who mumbled something unintelligible—a hallmark, I learned, of guys who call into porn radio shows. "What did you say, sweetie?" Annie asked him, and he spoke up a little louder: "Did you see the VMAs last night?" In the control room, Sapphire laughed loudly. "Oh, the VMAs! No, I didn't watch them," Annie replied. "Sorry!" After chatting for a while, Annie eventually got to the bottom of Jordie's call: He wanted to talk about Nicki Minaj's  ​wardrobe malfunction (but seemed satisfied with making other pleasant conversation). After he hung up, Annie shrugged. "I guess I did say ask me anything."

Then a man who went by "Harry Palm" called in. "Harry! It's me, Sapphire! It's good to hear from you," Sapphire said, and chatted with Harry for a minute before handing him over to Annie. Harry, Sapphire explained, is a regular caller—one of many. Harry had a casual and non-sexy conversation with Annie, who greeted him like they were old pals. Then the show ended, and Annie set her headphones down on her desk next to a colorful collection of dildos.

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