The Other Hollywood (66 page)

I was so mad at myself for letting this guy back in again. I thought,
“I’m going to roll him up in a fucking rug and put him in the goddamn Dumpster.” They used to do that in the shooting galleries in New York. I had seen it more than once. And I was
there,
you know? I was there, man. But then I’m thinking he’s too heavy—plus there’s no rug.

TRICIA DEVERAUX
:
I flew out to L.A. for the shoot, but now it wasn’t fourteen guys with one girl, but a bunch of guys with two girls. I was costarring with Chloe, one of the most popular stars in adult. I had worked with a couple of the guys before, but I met a lot of guys for the first time that day. Sean Michaels was one of them. He came up to me and said, “Tricia?”

“Yeah?”

“I just want to tell you that I masturbated to you.”

Ha, ha, ha.

The story of the video was that I was going over to visit Chloe at her apartment complex, and she was trying to figure out how she was going to shave her bikini line. She was playing this real inhibited girl who couldn’t get a date.

I’m like, “Well, you’ve got a lot of attractive guys in your complex,” or something like that. Then I say, “Whoa, look at that,” and I went outside and all these guys started hitting on me. Chloe looks outside the window, and I’m getting fucked and giving blow jobs, and I’m like, “Come on out! Come on out!”

It was group stuff, but it wasn’t “Okay, this guy takes his turn, and that guy takes his turn.” It was, like, four guys at a time with one girl, doing a DP, a hand job, and a blow job; sometimes it was one girl with one guy. Sean Michaels turned out to be a sweetie. We had to do more anal sex together because my pussy’s really shallow, and his dick is so long it would actually hurt because he would just bottom out, you know? So I loved Sean Michaels.

I remember looking over at Chloe, and we’d be like, “WHOOOO!” Ha, ha, ha, like, “Okay, this is good sex. This is
overwhelming
!”

I made a lot of good friends on that shoot.

Then I had to go back to school.

SHARON MITCHELL
:
I’m looking at this ex-boyfriend dead on my floor, and I think, “Oh, fuck it!” So I start thumping on his chest; I give him mouth-to-mouth, the whole thing. I get the death rattle, and I get a pulse of, like, two. I mean, he was barely alive, but I got a pulse, so I call 911. Then I whip off all my clothes.

When the cops show up, I’m like, “Oh, hi Officer!”

They ask, “What’s going on?”

I say, “Oh, these little balloons? I found those in his mouth.”

They ask, “Oh yeah?”

After they bring him back to life with the Narcan, he sits up, and they say, “This woman saved your life, son. Aren’t you lucky? Come on—we’re taking you downtown.”

TRICIA DEVERAUX
:
When I got back home, the medical school people had found out about me doing videos. It had been getting around school; I was hearing little rumors—the students would go on searches for my videos. I had a female lab partner who was so offended that she stopped talking to me.

Instead of confronting me about doing porn, though, the school chose to accuse me of cheating on a test.

I thought, “I’m not going to acknowledge cheating on a test I never cheated on.” So I said, “If there’s something else going on here, let talk about that.”

The administrator said, “No, no, no, you cheated on a test.”

I said, “No, I didn’t.”

He said, “No, no, no, we have evidence.” The evidence was that 25 percent of my wrong answers were the same wrong answers as someone else sitting near me. Not the same person every time, either—one was from the person to the right, one from the person to the left, one from the person in front of me. It was ludicrous.

So I said, “You know what? Fuck you, I’m gonna go live a different life, where people aren’t hypocritical.” They ended up dismissing me, and I never fought it.

I was essentially blacklisted. It’s not official, but when you get kicked out of a medical school, all the other medical schools know. And I couldn’t tell them, “Well, yeah, I got kicked out, but it was because I was doing porn movies; you know, it’s no big thing.”

Ha, ha, ha.

SHARON MITCHELL
:
So they take my ex-boyfriend to the hospital and find out he has federal warrants.

He says, “I’ll make you a deal.”

So he turns me in for dealing dope. I swear to God. I’m down there on the bathroom floor, cleaning up the blood; I’ve just done a little speedball, and I’m still naked. The police don’t even knock. It was just like,
boom
! The battering ram—the whole thing. They take me down there, and they’re like, “We know you’re loaded.”

TRICIA DEVERAUX
:
What happened at medical school bothered me for a while, but luckily I had this exciting new life to concentrate on. So I left school and shot a couple more scenes; then somebody I had worked for
recommended me to Rob Black because he was shooting in New York, and he needed to fly some girls there to shoot a video. It was his second video,
Cellar Dwellers,
and I flew out for that.

ROB BLACK
:
I had good talent in
Cellar Dwellers.
I actually had name people—Alisha Rio, Heather Lee, Steve Hatcher, Rick Masters. I flew all these people to Rochester, New York. And I had Tricia Deveraux. That’s where I met Tricia.

TRICIA DEVERAUX
:
I talked to Rob on the phone quite a bit, making arrangements, and I thought, “His voice is really sexy.” When I got to New York, I walked past him; Rob didn’t recognize me; I was wearing sweats, my hair was up, my glasses were on, and he’d only seen me on a box cover. I turned around and started heading back, and he was like, “Whoa, that’s her! That’s her!”

SHARON MITCHELL
:
I borrow the bail money from the Hell’s Angels, and I get bailed out on this beef, right?

I call my lawyer—who’s an asshole like every other lawyer, but the guy had been my criminal drug lawyer ever since I started getting busted. He knew the drug laws; he was just a drug-criminal defense attorney. But the day that I was supposed to go to court, he called back; I didn’t know it at the time, but that night his girlfriend had died. It was a bad scene. He must have been so freaked out—but he got up, didn’t tell me about the dead girl, and brought me to court anyway.

TRICIA DEVERAUX
:
Rob said he was actually kind of impressed that I didn’t show up all porned-out or anything. We just kind of hit it off. Then the night before my scene, I had a panic attack. So I knocked on his door at the hotel, and I was like, “I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I’m not going to get any sleep. I’m, you know,
gonna throw up
!”

Rob came to my room, and he held me all night. I fell asleep in his arms, and when I woke up the next morning he was still just laying in bed with me, with his clothes on.

I was like, “Oh, this is so sweet.”

ROB BLACK
:
We fucked the night before Tricia’s scene—so it wasn’t tainted; then we fucked again right after her scene. But, you know, Tricia had taken a shower in between, ha, ha, ha.

TRICIA DEVERAUX
:
I think Rob and I hit it off partly because I was just separating from my husband—Patrick was too much of a pushover personality-wise, and we’d been having problems financially. And to see a person like Rob Black who was a go-getter and very assertive—I found that very attractive.

SHARON MITCHELL
:
When we get to the courthouse, my lawyer goes, “I don’t think you better come into the courtroom….” My name wasn’t on the docket. This is my second strike, so I’m facing some ridiculous amount of time—like ten years. I’m thinking, “Why am I not on the docket? What’s going on?” I’m sitting there waiting for my lawyer, thinking I’m going right to solitary confinement—with no nail polish—for the rest of my life.

TRICIA DEVERAUX
:
Rob had embezzled seventy thousand dollars from his dad over a period of time to shoot his first three videos. I think his Dad had put Rob in charge of the books—he trusted his son, you know?

ROB BLACK
:
When my dad, Dominic Zicari, started in 1968, he had, like, thirty bookstores—he worked a deal with Reuben Sturman. I was always told that my dad owned a dirty bookstore. That’s what it was called: “A Dirty Bookstore.” He sold pictures and videos of naked people.

As I got a little bit older, I was stealing product out of his warehouse to jerk off. I was, like, twelve years old.

My parents wanted me to go to college, so I went to Monroe Community College for about six months. In the fifth month I was sitting there going, “Why am I raising my hand? This is horrible.”

So at the end of 1995, I had this vision—I wanted to start a porno company and call it Extreme Video. My Dad was like, “No, it’s too hard. You’ll never make it. We did it, and it didn’t work. You can’t do it from Rochester, you’d have to move to L.A.” Blah, blah, blah.

I kept wanting to make porn, so I embezzled a lot of money from my Dad. “Embezzle” is a much better word than “steal,” don’t you think?

SHARON MITCHELL
:
I had gone to one of the district attorneys and talked to him in person—signed a few autographs; my lawyer had taught me how to play that card real well. Because boy, in a courthouse, they’re all too happy to see “Miss Mitchell!”

So now, all of the sudden, my lawyer comes out of the courtroom and says, “The district attorney has decided to drop the case. It seems to him that you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. This guy planted stuff in your home.”

The total lie I had told him had worked. I thought, “Oh man, my karma’s going to kill me. I better get fucking clean. Now.”

TRICIA DEVERAUX
:
Why didn’t Rob just ask his dad for the money? I don’t know. I can’t explain most of Rob’s actions, so I won’t try. I mean, Rob’s family, the Zacaris, are close—but it’s not what’s considered a normal family. In a normal family, a child wouldn’t embezzle money from his father, ha, ha, ha.

Right after Rob’s shoot, I received my official letter of dismissal from medical school, so I moved to Los Angeles and rented a house over in West Hills.

ROB BLACK
:
We were getting ready to release
Cellar Dwellers,
so we went to the VSDA show in Vegas to promote it; Missy and Tricia Deveraux signed autographs for me. We had these fliers where Tricia was on the back of an electric chair—it was some good shit.

But while I was there I get a call from my dad, who tells me that when I come back to town we’ve got serious problems. He had just opened up the checkbook, and I was, basically, just in so much shit. I was
fucked.
I just cringed—like when you fuck up in grammar school. I spent three more days in Vegas thinking, “I am so fucking dead.”

SHARON MITCHELL
:
I thought, “Oh man, as much as I hate it, I got to get clean.”

I mean, I’d tried to kill myself by overdosing—but I’d just wake up. I mean, there just wasn’t enough dope on earth to kill my ass, you know? Probably because I sincerely didn’t want to do it.

All those years I spent fucked up, I could go anywhere in the world with just like a day’s worth of stuff and an ass-pocket full of cash, knowing I could cop anywhere.

But once I ran out in Niagara Falls, New York. I mean, there’s snow up to your fucking tits in the winter in Niagara Falls. I can usually cop anywhere in the universe, but in Niagara Falls, in mid-winter, it’s really hard. I mean, I’m good—but I ain’t that fucking good.

So I thought, “Well, thank God there’s Federal Express, you know?”

Because FedEx at the time couldn’t X-ray anything because they were a private mail service. Now I think they can open anything. But at the time they couldn’t. I had an account, needless to say, ha, ha, ha.

TRICIA DEVERAUX
:
I fell in love with Rob. He was exciting to me, and I was still excited for him and his ambitions. I wanted to help him out. But right after we got together, I got a job to go to France to shoot for Private for two weeks. I could tell Rob was a little bit upset. He said, “You don’t need to do that, do you?”

And I said, “I don’t
need
to, but I’d like to. This is a bonus—I’m working, plus I’m going to France!”

SHARON MITCHELL
:
So I call FedEx and say, “Listen! I’m a diabetic, and my fucking medicine is in this package I have coming! And if you don’t get it to me I’m going to drop dead in about three hours, and it’s going to be
on your ass
!” Then I hang up.

Now I have to go onstage—but I’m so sick I have to have my assistant wipe me off, I’m vomiting so much. I would do one number and smile and take a bow; then tell ’em to cut the lights before the next song, stick my head through the curtain, and vomit in a bucket. Then I’d turn around and smile and do another number. I thought,
“At this rate, I’m going to be dead tomorrow.”

I wake up the next morning in my hotel room and open the door to the balcony, and you can’t even see it, there’s so much snow. There had been another fucking blizzard overnight.

So I go out and ask, “Is there any mail? Did the mail come? I’m expecting a delivery.”

They’re like, “Oh, no. There’s no post today, missy.”

So I go back to bed, and I’m laying there dying when I hear this high-pitched sound:
eeeeeeeeEEEEEE.
I look out the window, and it’s a fucking snowmobile with a FedEx guy, with my package! Ha, ha, ha!

I think that was the best shot of dope I have ever done in my life.