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See ya.

You're as manipulative as I am.

No, I just like to sell magazines.

Priority people's marriages.

And then saving them. I'm a fucking hero.

Like I said, you're as manipulative as I am.

I'm in the business of manufacturing stories. It's what I do.

I thought you were a noble one.

No.

But as long as everyone continues to think so, that's all that matters.

So, what's the next story?

What do you want me to cover?

If I just gave you every front cover story, that wouldn't be fair, now would

Come on, it's proven to you you can trust me.

I want something big.

Do you know who Alexandra Cherie is?

The reality TV whore.

Oh, are you too big for reality TV?

They're not exactly celebrities.

Like I said, I want something big.

This is.

She tipped me off to a potential story about Brandon DeRossi, the baseball

player who got suspended for doping. Yeah, I know who he is. What's the

Well, given your aversion to reality, people, I'll just give it to another

Stop playing games. I know you want me to have it.

Do I?

Yes. Give it to me.

But you don't even know what's involved.

I don't care. I don't want anyone else to have it.

Tomorrow afternoon, Alexandra and Brandon.

are going to meet up and have an orgy with three of her reality co -stars.

Is it his wife expecting the movie?

Yeah.

And that's what makes it so much better.

Give it to me, I want it.

I just need you to sign this for the book.

What's this?

It's... just in case we get a lawsuit or something.

I've never had to sign anything before.

My lawyer thinks it's a good idea. Ever since Brandon had his suspension, he's

become unpredictable.

I wouldn't want him to sue you.

I could have been signing away my firstborn child, and I would have

At that point, I didn't care who I hurt or what the job required, so long as I

was the first one to the story.

But as it turned out...

There didn't seem to be a story.

I waited four hours in the heat for Brandon to arrive, and he never did.

Don't worry, he's coming.

He's just running a little late.

I'm going to have to wait inside until he gets here, then I'm burning up.

Of course, the girls know what's going on.

You told them? The only one we have to keep you a secret from is Brandon.

The fact that a bunch of D -list reality stars knew I was there to take sex

pictures of Brandon DeRossi without his knowledge worried me.

It seemed risky, but I had made a career out of risk.

Make sure you credit me correctly in your magazine.

You know who I am, right?

Yeah, you were one of the finalists on Ivy Wood.

No, I was the party girl who flipped with Chad in the hotel room that first

night. I'm Party Girl Marie.

He's in every gossip magazine.

Credit me as Party Girl Marie.

It felt like a giant step backwards.

Spending the afternoon with a bunch of women whose careers had been made by

banging guys named Tez.

I'd worked so hard to get the best shots of the biggest names.

And here I was, hanging around with a bunch of has -beens.

But then when I least expected it, inspiration struck.

It wasn't anything worthy of selling to a tabloid, nothing I could even pitch as

a scandal.

Just an unguarded moment of a former reality TV star, standing in her living

room, gutted over the fact she had likely been stood up by someone more

than she was. And for the first time in over a year, I was photographing

something not for profit or gain, but for myself.

He's not coming.

What?

He said he'll be late if he comes at all.

I just drove all the way from fucking Encino.

Well, I'll call you if anything changes.

I'm going to call Chadwick and let him know I... Please don't. I promised him

something big and he's going to stop returning my calls if every story I

doesn't work out.

I have to let him know I didn't get the shot.

Do you know what we could do?

What? We could stage some pictures.

Stage them?

You know, set something up. Something that would sell so that the day is in a

total bust.

Something like what?

What is that?

Brandon DeRossi got me this.

Instead of flowers, he sends strap -ons.

He wanted me to fuck the girls with it today.

What? He likes to watch me fuck girls.

If he's not the one doing the fucking, it isn't cheating, right?

Take my picture wearing this, and then we can pitch a story.

Alexandria Cherie model strap -on from Brendan de Rossi.

I don't think anyone would believe that.

Come on, people love a crazy sex story.

Take my picture.

Okay, but you can't tell anyone we staged that, especially Chadwick.

Of course.

Okay, don't pose.

You have to make it look like you don't know I'm here.

Even though I figured none of these pictures would be front page, I'm sure

Chadwick could use them somewhere.

And even though the entire thing was pretty absurd, I felt like I was doing

right by someone, for once.

Because unlike the other celebrities I photographed, Alexandra wanted this.

She enjoyed the attention, and I liked giving it to her.

Let me take a look.

I like this one.

And I look really sexy there.

This one's good too.

Do you know which one I like?

Mm -hmm.

When did you take that?

When you were trying to get a hold of Brandon.

After the show ended.

Nobody wants to take pictures of me unless I'm fucking some baseball star.

The only thing worse than being in the spotlight is not being in the spotlight.

Hollywood's a cruel place.

When they edited the show, they made me seem like this manipulative bitch, and I

often wonder whether or not the world...

Sees me like that, but when you showed me that picture You saw me

Through all the bullshit in the facade Well you inspired

me And you have more talent than you think

Who would have thought the realest person in Los

Angeles would be a reality TV star

Wipe that hair.

So beautiful.

Please.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, oh my God, right there, right there, right there. Yeah, right there.

So good.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I didn't think you were coming.

Desi, listen, my friend. Brendan, Dorothy, nice to meet you.

My pleasure.

How are the girls left?

Not all of them.

We didn't say that you could join us.

You don't want me to?

I don't know. What do you think?

I have a boyfriend.

Well, this is the next time you're going to be able to welcome me, Desi.

Are you shy?

Oh, girl.

oh my god

Look,

oh, look at that. So good.

Yes. Yes.

Oh, yes. Go back to the cot. Yes.

Go back to the cot. Yes.

Thank you.

Oh.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, my God, you just revived it.

Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh my god, this is so good.

Holy

fuck!

I want to kiss you after you kiss me.

I want to kiss you after you kiss me.

I want to kiss you after you kiss me. I want to kiss you after you kiss me.

Oh my God.

Please, please, please. Do you want a hug?

Oh yes.

Yes. Yes.

Oh God, I've got to let go of this baby.

Yes.

Oh, fuck.

Oh my God, I miss you.

I miss you.

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

Lay down. Lay down.

Oh, yes, I can just lay down.

Look what I'm supposed to do.

Oh, fuck!

Dad, this is so annoying!

Oh,

my God.

Oh,

fuck.

All right.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Yes.

But he's so good.

I know.

But he's so good.

Come on, give me some more.

Come on over that side.

Come on over that side.

Yes.

It's yours.

It's yours. It's yours. It's yours.

Oh,

yes.

It's yours.

It's yours.

It's yours.

Oh,

my God.

Yes. Stay there. Stay there.

Yes.

Play with the cock.

Yes, man. I want you to suck the cock.

Don't touch it.

There you go.

Yes.

Oh,

yes.

Oh, my God.

Jesus.

Oh, fuck.

Jesus.

Yes.

Oh, my fucking God. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Jesus.

Jesus.

Jesus. Jesus.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

Jesus.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

There you

go.

My god, yes Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh, fuck, fuck, it's so fucking terrible.

Yes. Yes.

No, fuck.

Fuck off.

You need to watch. You need to watch again. Come on.

Yes, like that.

Yes. Fuck.

Yes.

Yes.

Fuck.

Yes, like that.

Like that.

Mm -hmm.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh,

my goodness.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness.

It's so warm.

Come on. Oh, yeah, yeah,

yeah. Yes, here, here. Where'd you go? Let me see.

Yes.

my entire year working as a paparazzo, I never walked away from a single

thought.

Until today.

Danny had been right all along.

And I had betrayed him on so many levels.

Celebrity culture had changed me. It changed how I saw the world. It had made

greedy and self -centered.

But not anymore.

Now it was time to cherish what really mattered and pursue the dreams that had

led me to L .A. in the first place.

The day I officially quit working as a pap, the breaking celebrity story was

Lissa and Reed Darling's announcement that production had begun on a new indie

film in which Reed would be playing a man struggling with his sexuality, a

breakout performance for the action star.

Clearly, the Hollywood illusion was still alive and well.

And while they were happily existing in the superficial world of stories and

illusions, there were others struggling to accept their own truth that I had

exploited. Living with a loss of privacy and an image that they could no longer

control. People whose lives I'd impacted by my own selfish obsession with power.

People I barely knew.

That's the thing about celebrity culture.

The tabloids and the paparazzi, they control, exploit, dehumanize, and

whoever they choose.

Did she sign the contract?

Oh yeah, she signed it.

Everyone is fair game to them, provided they make for a good story.

because the truth is whether we want to admit it or not the ugly side of

hollywood will always sell and there's no such thing as loyalty when there's

power to be gained