Little girl, that’s trouble, some babysitter? No, get this … child is eighteen months, but she leaves the little thing alone every night she’s out humping and pissing around, looking for a score. Some motel, other side of town, pay by the week. Says we can go there if we want to, both of us for eighty. “She’ll be asleep.” We look at each other, smiling. She’s the one. No question.

Our guy, guy that we favor, he’s already at the place, camera set up, tripod, lights. Bitch’ll think she’s getting a screen test, be living in the hills soon as we get a video release. Want everything to feel just right. OK, we hear about the kid, that seems fine, few days from now she’ll get passed on to welfare, adoption agency, who knows what. But we’ve got a live one here. So I get on the freeway, heading over, she doesn’t see nothing. Head down in his lap, sucking him off. Might as well get your money’s worth, right? And you know, he said later, offhanded remark one time … she wasn’t half bad.

There’s an old piece of foam or something laid out, sheet thrown over it, middle of the place. This black bitch, she’s still spinning, nose all runny like it is, but she sees the three of us there, me pulling down this iron door behind us … her eyes flicker for a second. Comes back to join us on earth momentarily, figures “No good can come from this,” she starts going off about her daughter and all, needs to get back. I jump in, calm her down, tell her she’s gonna make the eighty, we just want her to do our friend, we’d like to film it, “That’s how we get off.” Even have her sign a release, says we won’t show it in public. I thought that was a hell of a touch, settled her right down.

So we put on a piece of music, a Miles Davis kind of jazz thing, and we’re talking, telling her to “go for it,” all happy and saying she looks great … and off come the clothes. God … what a compliment won’t get you these days, right? Snatch is out of her dress before I can get the camera focused, all swaying and pouty lips at the lens. And gradually, we add our friend, he slips in. Just sits on the mattress at first, watching her, coaxing her along … what a pro. Goddamn it was something! She’s dancing, like I said, and all of the sudden, he whispers something, and she’s bending over, ass flaring up in the picture, a finger darting in her hole. Amazing. I guess it really is true … everybody wants to be a star.