Reader, you have to climb to the top of Mount Everest to get to the Valley of the Ho, Ho, Ho Big Giant. Visual aid at left.

If anyone is living a charmed life, surely it’s the porn stars. And yet, boys, guys, bros, believe it or not, they put on their jockstraps one leg at a time! Just like you and I!

And like the rest of us, porn stars are reporting back to work today, bleary-eyed and a bit unsteady on their pins, the confetti of Times Square and the glitter of 101 morning parties still embedded in the woof (woof!) and weave of their well-tanned flesh.

Ah yes: New year; same old same old. Wouldn’t you know it: they’re just working stiffs, after all — if somewhat stiffer than the temp agency usually sends out.

And in their own way, they are joining the universal chorus or Workers United. But that’s not the Internationale the comrades are singing. No, this is a hip-hop vocalaise, a beatbox anthem to the acquisition of More, More, More. More bling, gaudy and gold and made out of chrome

All together now. Shake those money-makers. Do that thang. And the colored girls sing: Welcome to Hell. Welcome to Hell. Let us show you to your desk.

Of course, the stars at Raging Stallion Studio (Tom Vacarro receiving and Dean Coulter giving head) — and these pictures are from Raging Stallion’s Sexpack 2, which, guess what? …. is currently playing in the Inner Circle! You lucky campers! — these stars have more fun at the office than most. Fun at the office, after all, is their business.

Still, though you wouldn’t know from looking, the porn-boys at Raging Stallion are slaves to the rhythm like the rest of us walking dead, yet they make work look so … pleasurable.

Of course, it takes years of Stanislavsky to create this otherworldly illusion, and certainly a scholarship to RADA helps — the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts being so heavily featured in the resumes of today’s porn stars.

Let us take the studlings of Raging Stallion as our models, we working guys and gals (hi, Nightcharm gals! Welcome back!) They give of themselves so generously. And with such enthusiasm!

They hit their marks; they find their key lights; they grimace and moan and ever ad lib. They make it all seem so…so like anyone off the street could do it. Like work — particularly their work — isn’t what it so obviously appears to be: a grind.

You can watch the stars of Raging Stallion do what they do best, right here, right now, in our Inner Circle.