by Bruce Wagner
Jerzy read that a motto of the Navy Seals is, “3 is 2, 2 is 1, & 1 is none.” What does it mean? That one should never enter a battle alone, without an ally, & one should assume that before victory or even before battle allies will be lost.
You can’t do 1 of anything . . . “1 is the loneliest number.” Who sang it? 3 Dog Night. The 3 again: (A whisper: 1ovine, 2-Hov, 3-Em) “3 is 2, 2 is 1 & 1 is none.” Listen to Ecclesiastes: “2 are better than 1, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, 1 will lift up the other. But woe to 1 who is alone & falls & does not have another to help. If 2 lie together, they keep warm; but how can 1 keep warm alone? & tho 1 might prevail against another, 2 will withstand 1. A 3-fold cord is not quickly broken.”
(A whispernet: 1-Suge, 2-Pac, 3-Jerzy)
Listen to the rhythm of the trimesters:
1, 2 & 3.
The Known, the Unknown, the Unknowable.
He, she, them—the merging.
ICM, CAA, WME.
Listen to the secret language of the 4th Trimester.
Listen.
Listen, & you will hear the demiurge, the golem . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . .
Earlier, Bolt told Tom-Tom that someone from production had asked how old Rikki was. He was guessing they might want him to join in the fun. Tom-Tom said I’m his fucking manager & he aint doin nuthin for FREE. Somebody wants to give him a bj, they’re gunna have to PAY, & guess what, they pay ME.
She told Rikki to find the ID she got made in MacArthur Park for when he was auditioning on that piece of shit movie, just in case Antwone Fisher wanted to hire him but had trouble with him being a minor. Tom-Tom knew they never liked using minors if they could help it cause you always had to provide a teacher, give em nappy breaks, yadda yadda, all this xtra costly dumbshit. When she learned the star of the porno was the one who wanted to confirm that Rikki was legal, Tom-Tom wasn’t surprised. Early on, she saw the two hanging out between takes, & it was clear from their body language that they were in the courtship phase so often preceding consensual unprotected double-pen.
T2 had them over a barrel. Bolt asked for $7,500 like she told him to but they wouldn’t budge from the 5. Bolt probably betrayed her, bothsides-playing punkbitch that he was, probably just told them he knew she needed the bread & would do it for 5. Now it was payback time. When Tom-Tom said she was Rikki’s manager & puttin him in the show would cost a thousand for client services, they seriously balked. They gave her the evil don’t-fuck-with-us-lady eye but she knew that if they wanted to keep Chippy D in chapstix they would have to deliver. Montana looked none too pleased with these asshole-producers from the get-go, Rikki told her that, he said Chippy was cool, if you’ll notice she never talks to the fuckers she just texts em, so when Tom-Tom saw Missy Montana Fishsmellrugburn workin her android with that anvil face she knew some shit was goin down about the producers tellin her they didn’t want to buy Rikki for a g, Tom-Tom would have loved to read that text, her money was on mons-tana from the gate, wish I could eavesdrop, love to be a fly on the wall of that pussy join the crowd or should I say swarm tee hee. Montana was anvilface retexting, like maybe she was saying You wouldn’t pull this shit with Kim Kardashian and Sasha Grey, after all she was still Larry Fishburne’s daughter, she had diva dna, no matter how humble her upbringing or how far the fall, it would have been impossible not to grow up without a sense of xxxxtreme entitlement.
Bolt came & talked to the double T about the whole Rikki deal. Perfect. She knew he’d pussy out. Bolt was one of these man hookers who didn’t have the stomach for conflict but she knew he probably already got a $1,000 finder’s fee for the house, or maybe they did come up to seventy-five hundred & he fuckin pocketed it . . . Just a gigolo was fucking wearing out his welcome. Tom-Tom would have evicted him if she wasn’t having trouble getting loosers to sign on, just when she thought she’d signed some up they never showed, & besides, Bolt had a few plusses, aside from being generally telegenic, his cock was fat as a can of Coke Zero. Cock Zero hahahaha new nickname tee hee. Right when Bolt began his predictable-ass limpdick supplication not to make waves, she looked at him with irritation & said “Outta my face, bee-atch.” From the corner of her eye, Tom-Tom caught cameraman Seth sniggering like he was glad somebody took a wrench to jigabolt. She’d dug him on first sight, & Seth being simpatico bode well for the Daydream Believers shoot.
Montana came through just like she thought. When they grudge-gave her the envelope of cash, Tom-Tom made herself scarce for a while to give em a little time to untwist their panties. Tee hee . . .
She strolled over to the poolhouse, singing
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
O
what can it
mean
Dr Phil popped up, out of nowhere. He wanted to talk about doing an intervention on Jerzy for the show.
“What people won’t expect is me turning to Rikki at the end, after Jerzy agrees to go in for treatment (hopefully!), & saying, ‘It’s all taken care of, my young friend—you’re going in too.’”
. . .
“I was almost in one of your dad’s movies.”
“Really? Which one?”
“The Treasure of Sierra Leone.”
“Really?”
“Do you & your dad talk about his movies?”
“We used to. Well, we still sort of, but it’s more in my head because right now we’re not really talking too much. I like to keep up with him, things he’s doing, on the internet—tho sometimes he’s hard to keep up with!”
Rikki was way high & feeling uncomfortable in his skin. It prolly was the four beans Tom-Tom gave him, he kept seeing this gold fringe shimmering in the air next to her a Kanye West kind of gold, it was all around her body like the gold painted around some of those plaster Madonnas/Jesuses, the golden fringe came & went but when it came it sounded like unfriendly windchimes & was super-real. He was more loaded for real than he wanted but pushed himself to be careful to maintain a respectful, profesh demeanor, especially when conversating with Chippy D, he wanted to be the consummate self-effacing gentleman. Cause if he did OK this might lead to other jobs, it seemed like a pretty good way to earn $$$ until ReeRee & him were on their feet like kiss my a$$ & my anus cause it/s finally famous.
The strange shall we say circumstances added to his discomfort & budding mild paranoia. He & Montana were having a normal conversate like any 2 people who just met would or might, the peculiar a$$peck of course being they could/would be interrupted any moment by a person/persons unknown ordering them to enter a zituation wherein he would inevitably be placing/ramming his dick into her mouth, pussy or a$$-ho while other gentlemen he did not know (and had not had the pleasure yet of conversating with or introdoucheing himself) would be doing the same.
“So you were going to be in my dad/s movie?”
“Yeah.”
“Who were you going to play?”
“The orphan boy who pretends to be a child soldier.”
“That’s a big part!”
“Yeah.”
“Like what happened.”
“I read my scene with your dad.”
“You did? Well you must/ve got pretty far. Now I’m impressed.”
“I read w/ Michael Douglas too.”
“You read with dad and Gordon Gekko? You the man! Were you nervous you musta been nervous. I know I’da been.”
“I guess. Do you ever get nervous? doing movies?”
“O I think every actress does—every artist. I think something/s wrong if you don’t. Because it doesn’t matter what your medium is: acting or painting or writing, doing porn or being a sculptor . . . it’s all pretty much the same. & the artists are the ones—we’re the ones who put ourselves out there, we put everything on the line. & I don’t think that ever gets easier.”
A boy-looking girl with a clipboard came over.
“We’re good to go, Montana. Need body makeup?”
“I’m fine.”
“Yo
u’re squirtin on this one,” said boygirl, a crooked little unsmile.
“OH! Oh shit—okay . . .”
“We have tons of towels.”
“You got towels?” said chirpy Chippy, in her best worst Barbadian Barbie accent, a Rihannabe. “Now all we need is a radio, sand, & sunscreen.”
. . .
Tom-Tom & Phil dropped by the poolhouse. (The blow-ups once on the wall had been bubble-wrapped & stacked/stored in the garage.) Jerzy was watching TV; Nicki Minaj just got Punk’d, which confused & surprised him because he didn’t think the show was even on anymore. Maybe at this point it was self-generating.
“Did you know,” he said, “that human beings were meant to gestate for 12 months? . . . the 4th trimester. But women’s hips can’t handle it. Duh! Design flaw!”
She asked Jerzy how he was doing, & he said, “It’s a numbers game.” Tom-Tom said that Dr Phil had the cool idea of staging an intervention & she wished he would please consider for her sake because they were shooting inside a week and thus far all she had confirmed were Dr Phil & the schmigolo, and a raft of thin promises from 2nd&3rd-string players off Supermarket Sweep, Shedding for the Wedding, Little People Big World, Can You Duet? and Find My Family, plus maybe a fired, acne-pitted queen from Hair Battle Spectacular.
“You don’t even have to go. To rehab. We’ll get shots of you on a plane or a minivan, whatever, then say, you know, ‘after 4 days, he relapsed & is now living back on Mt Olympus.’”
“Sure.”
“Sure? Like in yes? Well no shit that’s no fun. I thought you’d at least have offered up a little resistance. Jeez, Phil, he really does need a frickin intervention!”
. . .
The $500 money order from Rikki’s fostermom came & Ree gave it to Rikki to go cash but somehow it wound up with Tom-Tom who told Reeyonna “your accounts have been credited for amounts past due.” (She never even remotely knew about the 2K her mom laid on her, tho Jerzy planned one day to repay her out of Gagosian funds.) ReeRee had to eat it because she was still wary of being thrown off Mt. O, which would have put a serious crimp in things, & been deleterious too, at this point, in her baby bumpitude. When Tom-Tom made the amounts past due remark, ReeRee responded w/a simple, vacant “Thank you” that if not dripping in sarcasm was damp enough. Tom-Tom said, Hey I kicked $50 back to Rikki so don’t say I got no . Why don’t you use it to buy something for the baby—T2’s line delivery of the last, if not dripping, most assuredly wet. Ree said “How did you even cash it?” “Friends in low places. Teehee.”
Reeyonna was depresso-sleeping in Bolt’s shitty old room, which smelled like Bolt, Betty White mothballs & sick catshit. Or maybe Bolt smelled like Milk Duds, catshit & sick Betty White. Tom-Tom decided to make a political move because after Jerzy agreed to his intervention, Double T suddenly had what she thought was her own stupendously brilliant brainstorm (even tho it was Reeyonna’s) of doing a Teen Mom-type deal w/Rikki & Ree. T2 couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before, it was so right there in front of her nose, a fat, catshit-smelling cash cow waddling around right there in front of her nostrilarium. & when Reeyonna heard it she didn’t even have the energy to say I told you that shit a fuckin month ago.
“Here’s two-fifty”—she peeled off the bills—“if you agree to be in the shoot this week.” (Like, how would they not.) “& there’s another $250 waiting for you plus I’ll waive the rent you owe. Which, if you add it all up, is something like a 35-hundred-dollar package. Hey as your brother said, ‘It’s a numbers game!’ So think about it. But tell me soon or I’m gunna have to move you out & move other folks in.”
. . .
On top of her now. It’s all good. Grinding her. The booty bump on the break seems to have rallied all other hallucinogens/narco-intoxicants/beans&benzos into a huge crowd that fills a town square, ready for its leader to appear. Is she still golden-glowing? Yeah but it was all good . . . just a week ago . . . where’s the camera? At the moment, the lens is trained on her face—pulling a train—for her fuck yeah! closeup before drifting down to the foul coal-fueled engines of the ship, dark bloodswollen mechanism that gives the vessel life & speed, multiple shovels shoveling, never letting the fires go out, never allowing the wound time to close.
There’s another camera down there too, exclusively for the genital area, it does not drift up, reserved solely for cuntfucking CUs plus showing the asshole full or empty some see the ass ½ empty, some see it ½ full Mr Cleanwax’d & surrounded by pimply hillocks/errant ingrowns, hey Chippy D get on THIS ingrown————now there’s a guy (fat, white) with his dick in her mouth so she can’t say “fuck yeah!” cause it’s poor manners to talk with food in yr mouth, now the director tells her to lay on her side, Bolt’s right beside Joey von spermberg wearing a very serious look, like he’s either learning or mentoring . . . she makes the adjustment & is now on her side, everyone has to make a little adjustment & settle in, all these hardons suddenly like a bunch of baby commas thrown off the sentence teat now having to wigglefight their way back, fight for the teat/holes, even the cameraman adjusting to the new light & angles, whatever, & part of Rikki’s adjustment is he balances himself a little, holding her left leg up by the ankle like you would an animal’s during a veterinary procedure, the director loves it because they hate when porns aren’t mindful of keeping that geni-space unobstructed, Rikki’s a natural, he’s really drilling her & even forgetting how stoned he is when this dude comes from the other side with his long pink dick w/its lubed helmet & without a fairtheewell the dude’s in her butthole whoa no SHIT, a DUDE, she’s got to have a two-room apt in there because it looks like his BALLS have almost moved in, this is the moment Rikki feared! feeling somebody else’s hardon right through the tendon-y bitchtissue . . . but the viag/cialis combo + all the other shit in his system including fatburger fries&shake is majorly workin WHOA if he thinks about it (the dick next door) which he tries not to then thinks about it for just a second, if he thinks about it his blackpink, spotted, veiny hardcock is really only separated from the other old, white, gross pud by sin & sinew whoa whoa WHOA it’s cool, thas cool, just don’t think about the other dude, dude, now EVERYBODY’S got the gold fringe on em & Rikki starts hearing SIRENS too, like heading toward the house & then like they’re retreating . . . & oops now yet a 4th dude (hardbodied, tattooed, Aryan-white, Eddard Starklooking motherfucker) is up there now on the other side of Montana’s 3rd-dick-stuffed mouth, the men bookending her crazy whorehead, but she knows/animal-senses there’s a new dude behind her & wants to welcome him to the neighborhood it’s a beautiful day for a neighbor would you be mine could you be so she reaches back an arm & starts to shaftjack him Fuck Yeah! & so: 1) dick in her mouth 2) eyes shut reachback/neighborly jacking of unseen shaft; 3) double-pen c/o Rikki & Otherdude (later Seth tells Rikki that’s called a full house) . . . . . . . . . . then she turns her head to blow the new neighbor she was just jacking now reachback jacks the FIRST dude she was blowing, total of 3 cameras now, Seth’s + 2 hand-held Circuit City specials, one xxxclusive to giving head & ramminglickingrimming hindquarters, c.u.s that look like cartoon microscopic slide image blow-ups—or fat wormslugs/anemones—or naked mole rats diving burrowing into gopherholes—the stereo dicks at Chippy’s head reminding Rikki of the 1st time a gradeschool slut jacked him & a friend (but nothing like this!), they were at the movies, it was dark, she sat between them, it was so wildly heartbeating FRESH that the boys hardly even considered the other nor would they have particularly cared they were glue-spattering so qwik . . . . . . . . . . Rikki’s nostalgic train of thought interrupted when WHOA, sudden sensation of falling, his body startle-twitches like when you wake yourself from falling in a dream, you jerk awake, whoa whoa whoa now WAIT—blackness for a moment, he can’t get his mooring tho aware he’s still managing to pound her pussy he hears himself making alien generator-like sounds of consciousness, emerging from the utter blackness, the generator or whatever starts UP gasoline-crackle carburetor throat-clearing sounds (
to him) like 1,000 windowsheets of cellophane crackle-rustling all at once in each stereophonic ear & when he resurfaces just like a child in a pool forced under by bullying brother, Rikki hears FUCK yeah! FUCK yeah! but it’s a man’s voice he looks up & Montana’s head is arched back, she’s got her hands on the 2 aforemunchin’d dicks just like she’s in a rowboat now she’s sucking a 5th dude (bearded, homeless-looking) standing right in front of her—dick in mouth, dick in ass, dick in pussy, hands on dicks, what the boygirl clipboard later said they call a royal flush, & she stops her arched-back-neck sucking raising up her head for Rikki to see the face of Laurence Fishburne the one who disowned her for the shame & madness of her public transgressions WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA Rikki closes his eyes hoping the image will dissolve—opening them again—no luck!—she’s still Larry, still Laurence, what have you, even the body feels thicker bigger & heavier as he fucks it, it FEELS like the weightier different-smelling stenk cavity body of a man, Rikki’s left hand still holding her big brown boney ankle W H O A ! lets the ankle go let my people go! telling himself it’s just the KJ or maybe the ketamine (Jerzy said there was a “taste” of it somewhere in there with the meth) or was it the PCP-soaked pot—the Thai Dragon White Russian Bubbleberry Blue Ivy Grand Daddy Purple Elvis Gummy Bear Don Cornelius kush . . . when he was talking to Montana, he never told her his friend Jerzy said her daddy was the one responsible for him not getting the part, lately Rikki listened harder to Jerzy than he had the right to because Jerzy was the only one who listened to HIM & besides J was his connect now for everything&everything, the roxies, coke, beans, meth, the dilaudid lollipops a nurse connect of J’s provided, even the viagcialis, the whole dillio, Rikki never even asked J what he meant or how did he know Laurence Fishburne was responsible, you’d think that he would have asked but he hadn’t. Rikki never mentioned it to Montana because she spoke of her pops in such far-gone morose loving words that Rikki didn’t want to emphasize possible bad traits maybe being passed down from her father’s side not only just that it was important to maintain professionality & total respectfulism (why jeopardize future employment or create problems) but because there wasn’t anything Chippy D could fuckin do about it anyway F U C K Y E A H! Laurence looking down at him now, still, the patriarchal movie ’s hands still on the 2 shaftcocks same way his daughter (who completely disappeared) had em & it didn’t matter, Rikki told himself it was just the dope because Laurence Fishburne was TOO REAL, Rikki was consensual raping Laurence Fishburne, as Rikki rabbited Laurence he felt the movie ’s dick like a stale croissant against his ripped flatstomach yechhh & Laurence seemed to like it, he said “Rikki! [Rikki saw/heard it in his head] Your buddy was right, I AM the one who told em not to hire you, baby you were TOO GOOD there’s only room for one nigger on that show, one king, one king nigger, how could I let a young nigger like yourself steal my SCENES but I’m glad we hooked up like this cause now I give you mad props for that mad prick you doin me witt FUCK yeah FUCK yeah F U C K Y E AH everything spinning now, something awful rising up from geni-regions sirens coming & going, gold fringe waving in dead-strangefruit-smelling winds, the fuckface underneath him now fritzing from Chippy to Laurence, Chippy to Laurence, father to daughter, father of the bride, til Rikki PULL OUT! PULL OUT! recognized that awful thing that was rising feeling both dishonor & relief, when he came to consciousness Montana was cumming boygirl/someone/others yelling PULL OUT then actually grabbing him, big hands yanking him out/off Laurence Montana, her cumming & squirting, that’s why they pulled Rikki off so they could get that spurtsillustrated moneyshot, Montana furiously rubbing her clit just like Rikki had seen on pornhub.com or was it lobstertube or was it 3rat.com, rubbing it out out damp spot in order to sustain the concurrent copious horizontal eruption—Rikki returning the favor & drenching her with vomit —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— (ruining the shot.)
