Chapter Three
Rafti and Arisha
The red neon light from the deli sign went out. Lisa closed her eyes and bit her lip. She began to draw her knees together. “Our guests will be coming,” Silk said, “so get your ass in the kitchen and fix us some drinks. You can take them n****e clips off. Quickly, Lisa slid off her stool. She crossed the room and disappeared into the hall.
“Please, Silk,” I began, “don’t put her through any more tonight. She’s so...”
“Shut up, Billy,” he cut me off. “We’re making a movie here, a porno movie that’s going to sell for big bucks, real big bucks.” He stepped close. His wizened little face peered down at me, his eyes hard and bright. An uneven ring of gray hair circled his bald head. He hadn’t shaved or washed in days. His crooked teeth were broke
