Explanations might be in order

The three guys exchanged guilty looks. Nothing like this had ever happened to them before, and the actresses had never freaked out on them.

Tyrone took a last look at her shuddering body and started the car again.

"I want to go home," she said.

"Can we exlain?" Billy asked tiredly.

"I want to go home!" she insisted.

"You're not Rachel Spinner," he said flatly.

Rachel stared at him. "What?"

Billy said nothing, simply handed her a folder. Curious in spite of herself Rachel opened it up.

"It's a contract," she stated the obvious, and flipped through it. "Between Rachel Spinner and..." she hesitated. "'Bros Banging Cheap Ho's, Inc.'?" She looked up at Carl and then Billy. "Seriously?"

Billy shrugged, clearly embarrassed. "Um, yeah. See, she looks just like you and..."

"I mean, couldn't you guys come up with a better name? I mean, not that it doesn't have a sort of ring to it, I suppose, but it's just not exactly high class or anything."

"Um," Billy started, not quite sure what to say. He hadn't imagined the conversation careening off-topic like this. "The whole idea is we bang dumb broads and trick them out of their money."

"Like me," she said bitterly, closing the file.

"Uh, yeah. I guess," he muttered. "But we thought you were this other Rachel."

She shrugged. "Even better for the ratings. I was genuinely stupid and cheap."

"Are you kidding? You were the best we ever had because you're just that damn beautiful! I mean, the videocamera was eating you up and we just wanted to keep banging away all night!"

"Really?" she asked, squinting at him, and he had the feeling his answer mattered. The only problem was how to put it delicately.

Carl solved it for him. "Well duh..." he rolled his eyes.

Billy could have shot him, but Rachel laughed, and he began to think the situation might be okay. Maybe she'd even go for the idea he had.