Look Homeward, Porn Angel

Devinn Lane returns to OC, sucks down a few frozen bananas, and talks about life before she became the den mother of porn

Photo by Jeanne RiceWith glistening, red lips locked around a chocolate-and-peanut-encrusted frozen banana, her slightly freckled 36D funbags nearly popping out of her pink top, Devinn Lane's slowing traffic to a crawl on Balboa Boulevard. Chicks look curious, and guys flash shit-eating grins. Devinn, in flared designer jeans and open-toed heels that show off her French pedicure, squats provocatively before the mural at Balboa Market Grocery and mugs for the camera, taking great delight in her food.

"Lick it," yelps the camerawoman. "Stick your tongue out!" A pierced mouth muscle darts forth and works its way expertly up and down the length of the banana's stiffness. A skateboard dude rolling past is distracted and nearly wipes out on the sidewalk. Lane laughs and finally takes a bite out of her banana.

"Mmm, I haven't had one of these in I don't know how long," says the brown-eyed, brunette beauty who lives in the San Fernando Valley. "I used to hang out down here at the Fun Zone all the time with friends or on dates. The rides were great for making out. I liked them all, except for the Ferris wheel. I'm not crazy about heights."

That was back when Lane was a teen, attending La Mirada High School and occasionally ditching class to hit the beach. The OC native's parents moved around a lot, using grandma's address as theirs so Lane could continue at La Mirada. But the future porn superstar spent her free time in the Costa Mesa-Huntington Beach-Newport Beach axis: buying bikinis on Balboa Island, watching surfers at the wedge, or grabbing a cruller at Oh Those Donuts on Newport Boulevard.

That was then. Now 30, Lane is one of the most-recognized names in porn. Since 1999, when Wicked Pictures owner Steve Orenstein signed her to his elite stable of debauched divas after seeing the then Penthouse Pet on an episode of The Howard Stern Show, one in which she roller-skated topless through Central Park, Lane has starred in dozens of adult films for the Canoga Park outfit and turned her ever-increasing popularity into a brand name with a worldwide fan base. She has garnered a number of Adult Video News Awards, porn's Golden Globes, if you will, such as Best Solo Sex Scene 2001, and this year, Best Actress for her work in the Wicked bestseller Breathless.

"Devinn's hot, but also funny and smart," explains Stephen Ochs, associate editor at AVN, the adult industry's trade publication. "She's the thinking man's porn star, almost as talented at comedy and acting as she is at sex. That's why we keep giving her awards."

Lane's Demi Moore-like good looks and genuine charisma help explain the popularity of her Playboy TV reality series 7 Lives Xposed, which airs Sunday nights at 11 p.m. In it, Lane, the self-described "den mother of porn," oversees a camera-laden Malibu beach house peopled with six lads and lasses ready to play hide the salami or go deep-sea diving, San Francisco-style, before a nationwide, pay-per-view audience.

"I get to have sex with everyone on the show," brags the openly bisexual Devinn, eyebrow arching for emphasis. "That's why I picked them to be on. They're all people I found attractive. Some people I haven't had sex with, but if I wanted to, I could."

Such is the confidence of a woman who has "built an empire of sex," as she puts it. At www.wickedweb.com, you can buy everything from Devinn Lane's Succulent Blossom Masturbator with Eight Teasing Petals to Devinn Lane's Vibrating Double Pleasure, a re-creation of Lane's vagina and anus, lovingly sculpted from some space-age material that feels betterthan real skin. Lane's website, www.devinnlane.com, offers subscribers live webcasts with Lane and her porn pals. And if that's not enough, you can always catch one of Lane's live performances at such gentlemen's clubs as Spearmint Rhino in nearby City of Industry, where she'll be headlining Feb. 20-22.

The fruits of Lane's labors are many and sweet. She owns a house and a townhouse in the Valley; is the head of her own corporation; and was able to send her daughter, now 14, to private schools. She has traveled the world; modeled in Japan, Canada and France; and acquired champagne tastes such as Manolo Blahnik designer shoes that can cost upward of $600 per pair. But she retains a bit of OC in her drive, a Nissan Frontier SE-V6, which would look right at home in the parking lot of South Coast Plaza. Moreover, when asked where she wants to dine, she chooses an old familiar, Mi Casa Mexican Restaurant on East 17th Street, down the street from where she used to work as a teller for Downey Savings. Washing down a taco plate with some iced tea, she's down-to-earth, wholesome even, though she smirks when I describe her that way. "I've been called a lot of things," she clucks, "but wholesome?"

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However, it's not all one big porn picnic for Lane, which of course is not her real name. Like many entertainers in adult and mainstream, she uses a nom de porno and asked that her birth name not be used in this story. Lane has her reasons: stalkers, one of whom still sends her creepy e-mails despite two restraining orders. Personal safety is always a concern, and she never makes public appearances without security personnel nearby. Otherwise, Lane claims to have no regrets about crossing that raunchy Rubicon into the porn world, but then there are the folks who have forsaken her.

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