Chapters (26)
Pretty soon, she and the guy we use are chatting away, she’s sitting on him now, pants off, and he’s up in her. She’s making eyes over at us, pulling faces like she was Bette Midler, not a real emotion left in her body, but these big “oohs” and “aahs” and all the rest. He’s getting into it now, turns her over, pushing her down on the mattress as he’s sticking her, her arms out in front holding them both up. I pull off the tripod to get down there with them, to capture it all. I mean, nothing like we planned, he’s just doing her now, eyes closed, and she’s kind of whimpering all of the sudden, the two of them like on their wedding night. You believe that?
I nudge him a little, and he looks up, smiling, sweat all over his forehead. And then, Jesus, like a puma or something, he pulls out of her, just straight back, and she’s in the middle of a scream, it’s that close. She turns a bit, “What’s going on?” all over her face, and he, this guy, gets both hands around her throat. Not hard, not fighting her so much, because she’s weak now, stoned like she is and fresh from, you know. She stares up at me, her eyes, and the lips curling in, the corners … maybe gulping down some air … and he just chokes the living shit out of her. Goes on maybe thirty seconds. Close-up. Then we prop her up and each take a turn, shooting a load on her. One at a time, from a distance. Plop-plop-plop. Standing there, looking at each other afterward, we start to smile at a job well done—light from the camera humming away; it doesn’t know the difference between this and a Little League game.
Dumped her out of the car, a street corner, skirt pulled back on. Could almost hear the patrol car, guys on the force twenty years, still trying to make sense of this shit. “Pimp must’ve gone bonkers on her …” I’m sure that’s how it went. Just like on TV. Got back to my place and we popped in the tape. Few wine coolers, ordered a large pie, pepperoni, I think. And there she was, dancing away, the finger up herself, the two of them going at it, like it was happening all over again. We must’ve watched that thing, that first one we did, until two, three in the morning. And you know, that’s the real beauty of all this new technology. I ever wanna see that poor cunt alive again … I just need to press REWIND.