“Oh, you know? Just… people. Nobody in particular. I wouldn’t know any of their names. I just mean…” She looked over to the window, as if worried someone might be standing out there, listening in. When she spoke, her voice was less Fellatio and more Hank. “Well, an industry like that. Making that sort of thing. You’re going to get mixed up in it, aren’t you? You’re going to be rubbing shoulders with some right horrible bastards.”

“It’s not an industry without its share of unpleasant characters,” Logan agreed.

“Especially the stuff he was making. Foul stuff. Really nasty. And believe me, I’m an open-minded girl,” Fellatio said. Tyler whimpered as a nail was dragged up the inside of his thigh. “You might say I’m as open-minded as they come,” she purred, slipping fully back into character.

“Are we talking underage?” Logan pressed.

“Oh. No. I mean, I don’t think so. No. Everyone consenting. So he said, anyway, and he’s a horrible slimy little fucker, but I don’t think he’d be involved in anything that bad. But, it was all very… full-on, shall we say?”

“And he was definitely in partnership with someone?” Logan pressed.

“Yes. I mean, so I heard. I’m not the bitch’s publicist, but yes. They handled distribution, I believe. He did the production. I got the impression that they also put up some of the initial money for equipment.”

“You mean like cameras and that?” Tyler asked.

Fellatio smirked. “Among other things.”

“Where did you hear all this?” Logan asked.

“From the great big gob of the man himself. He wasn’t exactly shy about it,” Fellatio said. She scratched the top of her head while she thought, making her wig shift around on her scalp. “Must’ve been Gerard Kelly’s funeral. God rest him. We all had a few drinks afterwards, much to my shame. I couldn’t stand the fucker, even then. Yeah, Tatties, I mean, not Gerard Kelly. Gerard Kelly—now that was a gentleman. But, Tatties had a few drinks—we all did by that point—and he got onto talking about it. Offered to get me involved in a film. Said there were people who’d pay good money to see that sort of thing.” She tightened her talons on Tyler’s leg again, and the DC was grateful for the dog blocking access to his crotch.

“And did you agree?” Logan asked. “Did you appear in one of his films?”

Fellatio rounded on him. “Did I fuck. I told the creepy little shit what I thought of him, in no uncertain bloody terms. I don’t mind being an exhibitionist, but I’m not putting it all out there on video for the whole bloody world to see.” She sniffed a very manly sniff. “Mind you, he did say it was a lucrative business. Said he’d done very well out of it. Financially.”