On Set With Young Girls, Older Women

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I call Rob at 9:30am.

"Are you shooting today?" I ask.

"Yes. Young girls, mature women," he says. "I'm on my way to the set."

"Who are the girls?"

"They're cute. Trinity Harding..."

She sounds cute. I drive 30-minutes to Woodland Hills.

Trinity (who's going to being playing the young girl) says she served two tours of duty in Iraq as part of the reserves. She says she worked in the post office in Iraq. She says she shot and killed many people. She says five of her friends died in her arms.

Yesterday she said she had walking pnuemona but thank the Lord she's made a miraculous recovery.

Porn heals.

But can it heal the pain of having killed women and children? Recalling the deaths she inflicted, Trinity (the most dangerous Post Office worker ever) gets a far away look in her eyes.

I ask her for her views on the Iraq invasion. She says no comment. She fears being recalled to service. She says she can be recalled until 2007.

Trinity says she's done about 40 scenes during her four months in porn.

"Mary Carey's got some contract," says Rob.

"What was Legend thinking?" asks production manager Kenny Carolina.

"She's a publicity machine," says Rob.

"There are girls much more attractive than her," says Kenny.

"I shot Katie Gold last week," says Rob. "And she was excellent. I don't give a ---- what anybody says. She's always excellent."

Even when she's drunk?

"She does her job," says Rob.

Trinity says she's not coming to Vegas and that she's not speaking to her roommate.

Rob: "What are you going to do with your life?"

Trinity: "I'm going to school."

Rob: "For what?"

Trinity: "Business."

Rob: "Monkey business?"

Luke: "Why did you get into the industry?"

Trinity, who got in through small agent Steve Pomeranz: "The money and the sex."

Rob tells Trinity: "Whatever you say, he will be printing, and everyone in the industry will read it."

Trinity: "I know. I've figured that one out already.

"How can I get copies of the photos [Bill] took."

Rob: "Ask Bill."

Trinity: "He said, 'Ask Rob.'"

Ron Sullivan (director) and Bill Diehl (photographer) ask Trinity for the ages of the oldest guys she's had sex with. On camera it was 52, she says. Off-camera, it was 39.

"We can help you shatter that," says Ron. "How long does it take you to shave your legs? A day a piece."

Sullivan looks and sounds better than last week. He's got his teeth in (but has no feeling in his chin). He's ready to deliver his speech inducting Fred Lincon into the Legends of Erotica Jan 6. He says it will be his last speech (because of his throat pain, cancer).

Ron says he used to be an auctioneer. He had a magnificent voice.

Rob wants me to put on my website that he's not going to Vegas, even though he is.

"Luke is a truth-teller," says our friend Mike. "He can't lie."

Rob may have had an arrest and some other problems in Vegas that may make things sticky for him.

Spallone's psorias has cleared up. "I've got a new method. There is no cure for psoriasis. I use a knife and scrape it off."

"I had crabs once. Twice. I had a girlfriend for six years. I cheated on her and got the crabs. I went to the doctor and got the medicine. I called my girlfriend. 'Come home from work early and let's f---.' She comes home. I said, 'Let's take a shower.' I had taken the medicine and put it in the shampoo bottle. She even said, 'It smells funny.' I made her shave her pussy. Nobody shaved their pussy back then. She never even knew she had the crabs."

Spallone wants to release a big-budget porno and advertise that people who buy it will get four free porn DVDs (they only cost 60c each to manufacture).

Kenny: "I believe we are the most corrupt government on the face of the earth."

Ron: "Without a doubt."

Kenny, later: "I'd rather buy sex than ask for it."

Luke: "How often do you do that?"

Kenny: "Never.

"Where are all the good sluts in this business? Girls who would come in and f--- anybody. That should be the whole point of being in this business but [today] they're all in it for the money."

Rob drives our friend Mike and me to lunch at 11:30. We try to get into Brent's Deli but there's a long line. We circle the block and pull up to Abe's Deli.

Luke to Rob: "How many years you got to live?"

Mike laughs.

Rob: "Four."

Rob tells the waitress my order: "My sister here will have half-a-fruit plate."

Luke: "With cottage cheese."

Mike laughs.

Rob: "Did you take a giggle pill?"

Mike: "If you had gotten into computers..."

Rob: "I'd be Bill Gates?"

Mike: "No, if you'd become a salesman, you'd be rich."

Luke: "Rob, how was your bankruptcy [last week]?"

Rob: "It was great. Over in two minutes. I've paid all my bills my whole life. Then my divorce."

Through bankruptcy, Rob sloughed off about $90,000 in credit card and bank loans. "If I had known it was this easy, I would've done it a long time ago."

Rob's ex-wife Helena has a carpenter boyfriend. Rob has a young girlfriend.

I've stayed with Rob in Vegas for the January show three times (two other times I stayed on my own).

I get up. "I'm going to the restroom," I say.

"What?" says Rob. "Change tapes?"

On the ride home, Rob regrets not being a better friend to journalist Cindi Loftus. She often emails him but he doesn't make much of a reply. "I can't spell," he says, "so how can I write? I try to say, 'How are you doing?' and the chick hears it as, 'Go f--- yourself.'"

I repeat his words into my tape recorder.

"Luke, I think you get a kick out of me," he says.

"Write this on your website. 'I had lunch today with Rob Spallone after five months of him not even talking to me. He told me to lay off the people in the industry [that] that douchebag HollywoodMafia.com writes about. Lay off. And Rob threatened to kill me today if I keep writing that ----. And he was never more serious."

Mike giggles.

Rob: "He put a gun to my head. I was scared. I thought today was my last day."

Mike: "But at least I wasn't going to die hungry."

Rob: "Make it interesting."

Luke: "I will."

Rob: "It was my last meal, I thought. So I had a steak and a lobster tail."

Luke: "What's the name of the movie you're shooting today?"

Rob: "Mature Women, Younger Girls."

Luke: "That's the name of the movie or the genre?"

We talk about today's porn girl T. Harding who looks like disgraced ice skater Trinity Harding.

Mike: "Tonya Harding? That skanky bitch."

Rob: "Hey, hey. Watch your language.

"This is my house, Luke. Don't put the address on the website."

We pull up in the driveway (12:45pm) and look at Ron Sullivan slumped in a chair on the pouch.

"Let's sit and watch him," says Rob. "He doesn't know we're here. He don't look like a mental patient? Poor guy. Look at him. Is he the best? He don't have a hair piece. At his age, in the porn business longer than anybody. He should be worth millions. He's thinking about chemo. He's going to go right now. Have you got a tape recorder? This is it. There it is. He's choking it up."

Ron leans over and examines a bicycle. "He's having flashbacks. He was around before the wheel. I love Ron."

Rob marches in the house. "We better get someone else to shoot the camera. Ron looks like he's about to keel over."

The young women are getting $600 for today's scenes. The old women $400.