When Debbie first checked into the Malibu Hotel, the linens in her room were marked with bloodstains and cigarette burns. She turned on a faucet and roaches scurried out of the nozzle. But all that wasn't as bad as the night last May, she says, when a Malibu security guard came banging on her door after 3 a.m., demanding intercourse, a blowjob, or both for the right to... More >>>