Sam

Name: Samuel Emanuel Carter
DOB: March 22nd 1941
Residence: Redondo Beach California
Occupation: Pornographer

Samuel Carter was born into a well established California clan. His father, Henry Carter, is a direct descendant of Emanuel Carter of railroad fame. His mother came from good stock that established strong roots that grew from gold veins in the hills of Eastern California. Old money.
Leisure is a hobby among the rich and the Carters were world class hobbyists. Henry Carter was a renaissance man with epicurean tastes that spanned the globe. He had a private collection of art that was museum quality in worth and scope. His mother dabbled in the occult, holding popular séances at their Redondo estate. They were attended by the upper crust of local society and were the talk of the town for weeks after.
Somewhere in his childhood spent among yachting excursions, cocktail parties, and private schools, Samuel picked up a penchant for the human form. Not just the manly preoccupation with the feminine body, but something far more consuming. He would spend hours amid his fathers priceless collection of art, focusing intensely on the naked forms and cultivating an appetite for what would become known as adult entertainment.
Samuel attended prestigious conservatories, and universities around the world, all in the pursuit of a career in art. Nowhere did he enjoy himself more than in the artists chair, taking in naked subjects for hours on end, meticulously transcribing their appearance to canvas. His wealth allowed him to take his passions home, and he would put out open casting calls for nude models to come to his home.
Although Samuel had immersed himself in art, and had all the time in the world to perfect his craft, his paintings and sculpture lacked any real merit and at best they were not horrible. Samuel came to this realization when even faced with his families influence, art galleries declined to continue displaying his work. For a man who had literally wanted for nothing, this was a harsh blow. For the first time in his life his will had been denied.
It was around this time that the proliferation of technology made it possible for nearly anyone to engage in the art of film making. Looking for an avenue to sate his desire for the human form, and to escape the failure of his legitimate art career, Samuel threw himself into film making. No longer did he have to transcribe the naked beauty he had before him, the camera did the artists job, all he had to do was supply the bodies and a steady hand.
His films were wildly popular among the well to do. He started out small, with short reel to reel films of aspiring starlets, and consumers gobbled it up. Soon requests came in for more risqué films, and Samuel was happy to oblige because at this point in his life, the nerve in him that was stimulated so powerfully by seeing a naked woman had been dulled. Like the dopamine receptor in the brain of a junkie, he required larger more powerful doses to stimulate the nerve.
Sam was soon emulating the violent pulp comics of his youth, depicting scenes of rough sex and women in distress. As society pushed forward, new requests came in. He filmed interracial sex acts and caught a bit of heat for it, but ultimately suffered no lasting consequences. Oddly enough he is moderately hailed as a visionary in his field for having filmed a black women having sex with a white man, as if it helped the civil rights movement. In all probability, its just the adult entertainment industry jerking itself off.
No longer a spring chicken and full of youthful vitality, Sam has scaled back in his directing. He still enjoys an ownership in one of the largest distributors of pornography in the northern hemisphere, but he rarely rolls up his sleeves and yells 'action'.