Rebel Rhyder's: Gangbang Part 1 Of 2 With 7 Fluffers Gonzo Style

That’s the gonzo truth of it. This wasn’t a movie. It was a lifestyle. An entertainment event so depraved, so meta, that it would either redefine cinema or get us all arrested. Probably both.

“This is insane,” the producer, a nervous man named Goldstein, whispered to me. “We’re three days over schedule. The investors are from Macau. They’re not patient people.” That’s the gonzo truth of it

It was 3 a.m. on Day 5. The temperature inside the warehouse set was 104 degrees. A strobe light had been stuck on “seizure” for an hour. Brock had walked off because he felt “emotionally unsupported.” Trixie was crying in a makeup chair, her fake eyelashes stuck to her cheek like dead butterflies. An entertainment event so depraved, so meta, that

To be continued…

“Then you should’ve read the script,” I said, because that’s what you do in gonzo. You say the thing that gets you thrown out. But Goldstein just sighed and ordered another bottle of whiskey. “We’re three days over schedule