Free The Other Hollywood by Legs McNeil, Jennifer Osborne, Peter Pavia Page A

that on the small table directly in front of them there was a gun, a revolver.
    “Now, are you sure you don’t want to make this movie?” Wolfe asked.
    “Take off your clothes, cunt,” Chuck said.
     
    ERIC EDWARDS : There was no gun pointed to her head; there were no people around, other than Bob Wolfe and me. There was no forcing her to do anything. Chuck wasn’t even there, not on that particular set. He was more of a manager that came in to make sure everything was okay and then would leave.
     
    CHUCK TRAYNOR : It wasn’t my film. So I wasn’t even on the set. Bob Wolfe came up with the idea. It was just these guys trying to think of new things to come up with so they could make another movie.
     
    ERIC EDWARDS : The dog wasn’t on the set already, no, I don’t believe so. I think I just went in front of the camera with Bob, shooting, doing a scene with Linda. We finished the scene, and the plot was advanced: “Oh, okay, the boyfriend now leaves to go to work, and the doggie comes in to satisfy Linda.”
     
    LINDA LOVELACE : As I reached up to unbutton my blouse, I knew I was surrendering. If I could have foreseen how bad it was going to be, I wouldn’t have surrendered. I would have chosen the possibility of death.
    I am able to handle almost everything that has happened to me in my life—but I’m still not able to handle that day. I’ve been raped by men who were no better than animals, but this was an actual animal—and that represented a huge dividing line.
     
    ERIC EDWARDS : After my scene with Linda, I sat on the set, and I saw this guy bring in—I’ll call him “Fido”—a greyhound, I believe. Maybe an Afghan, shaved, but it was a short-haired dog.
    Thin tail.
     
    LINDA LOVELACE : When the film began I was to be in bed with Eric Edwards, who would stay with me for just a few minutes, just long enough to seem to get me aroused, and then leave me. At that point, I was supposed to look frustrated, unsatisfied.
    As Wolfe directed the action, he said, “Now look around the room…slowly…slowly…. Now you see your dog, and you go, ‘Oooooh!’ And now you look excited…. Make it look like all of a sudden you’re coming up with a brilliant idea…. That’s right, now snap your fingers.”
     
    ERIC EDWARDS : When I saw what was happening in front of my eyes, my jaw dropped to the floor. Because Linda did something that totally blew my brains out. She immediately went down on the dog.
     
    LINDA LOVELACE : They had the dog lick me. All that time they were telling me to smile and to laugh. I was supposed to look very excited. I was feeling nothing but acute revulsion. Even as this was happening to me, I had trouble believing it. How much time was I actually with the dog? Maybe an hour or two, but there seemed no end to it. I felt sure he would bite me.
    “Okay, Linda, get down on your hands and knees. No, down on all fours. That’s right…”
     
    ERIC EDWARDS : She just went down on the dog, got him excited, and as soon as Linda got on all fours, the dog mounted her because the dog knows that when somebody’s on all fours, bang—we know what that’s all about.
     
    LINDA LOVELACE : It went on, without end, until Bob Wolfe’s voice came through the fog.
    “Okay, we got enough,” he said. “Wow—far-out!”
    “I never thought we’d get this,” his assistant said.
     
    ERIC EDWARDS : After it was over, I could see that the dog had actually ejaculated inside of her. I could see the expression on the dog’s face. Dog pulls out, asks for her phone number, smokes a cigarette, and everything was over.
     
    LINDA LOVELACE : When they pulled the dog away from me, I was in the deepest valley I’d ever been in, devastated, wanting only to die. I looked up and saw Chuck.
     
    CHUCK TRAYNOR : I wasn’t there. I had come down around noontime and went out to get some apple pie at this little dumpy joint around the corner. I cut the slice of pie and I happened to see something and I turned