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May I have a volunteer, please?

Yes, you in the polka dot dress.

Now, remember, lady.

Grip.

Wrist.

Follow through.

Let me see your grip.

Very good.

Now, repeat after me.

Bernard. Bernard.

You've been a bad...

You've been a bad boy. Follow through.

Wonderful.

Come on, everybody.

Let's give her a big hand.

Wow.

So Alice has got to be some kind of woman, huh, Stella?

I don't know what brought me to Mistress Miranda's.

Circumstances, I guess. I don't know.

Or it could have been the ad I heard on the radio.

Or it could have been the fact that I needed a real change in my life.

And now, ladies, step number two.

Dressing for power.

Ladies, welcome to our dungeon.

And here is a couture of domination.

From this bold collection,

Mistress Angelica is wearing our most popular outfit, complete with the whip,

stilettos, and the unique mask.

Miranda offered me a job.

It was exactly what I needed.

If I could be in control, if I could tell someone else what to do instead of

being told, I knew it would change my life.

No, no.

No more.

Pretty homeless, really.

He likes to get dizzy and then kiss her feet.

That would be an easy one to start with.

No, not interesting enough for a woman of your potential.

Let's see.

Come on.

Hit.

Bag.

Bag.

He's the chairman of a big bank.

Come here.

Come on. Get the phone.

I'm taking you back to the pound. I don't know if I'm ready for this.

But I want to be strong.

I'm just not sure how committed I am.

Oh, you'll be just fine, baby.

Just remember, you're entering into a contract of trust with your client,

You must be prepared to travel beyond anything you thought you could do to

sure that he gets what he came here for.

He's a vegetarian.

He always asked for extreme cruelty, no pain.

And remember, rule number one, no sex allowed.

You may permit your client to kiss you where you dictate.

He may touch himself, should that please you.

But the real intimacy is...

Yes, him.

Perfect.

He's new to the dungeon, just like you.

Now, you're going to need a stage name. Have you thought of one?

Eve X.

I'm Mr. Thief, and you're my slave.

Kneel.

Head forward!

Eyes down!

Now, Giuseppe.

That's your name, isn't it?

Yes.

Why are you here?

Because I'm no good.

Women, they... What do they do?

They have these expectations of me.

They rate my performance.

Good.

Not so good.

Poor.

Terrible.

That's what it's been lately.

I came here to America to be a cook.

Start as a busboy.

And the women, they all say, he's such a cute boy.

And pass me notes.

And give me money.

What exactly are you trying to tell me, Giuseppe?

To decorate my performance.

Performance?

In bed, Mr. Steve.

In bed.

I'm going to ask you one more time.

And this time, don't bullshit me. Don't lie to me.

Why are you here?

My mama.

I call home and tell my mama about my new car, my new clothes.

And what does she say?

And she say, how does my Giuseppe make this money in Los Angeles?

So I tell her, and she say, we're going to be.

No, English.

Speak English.

Head forward, eyes up, eyes down.

And speak English.

Go on.

She say, how I should be ashamed of myself.

How I am no more a son.

How I break a heart.

Mr. Thief, I came here.

So you can help me break my bad habits.

Now, repeat after me.

No more women for money.

How am I going to live?

Ouch!

Who's going to make my car payments?

Ouch, okay!

Good point.

From now on, no more women for money.

I'm going to be a good boy and make my mama proud.

You can go.

Oh, what a girl.

She's gonna be just fine.

Thank you.

I'm gonna make you proud, too.

You'll see.

Who was he?

And where did he come from?

I had to find out.

Thank you.

No, mistress, that's not true. Okay, so maybe it's a little bit true.

But I only do it because I'm used to it. And because whatever I do, I want to do

a good job.

It's only natural.

Repeat after me.

I humiliate myself by groveling at the feet of women.

I humiliate myself by groveling at the feet of women. I humiliate myself by

faking passion.

I humiliate myself by faking passion.

I humiliate myself by faking love.

I humiliate myself by faking love.

who has brought dishonor to his mother.

I'm a son.

Who has brought dishonor. Who has brought dishonor to his mother.

And to all who know me.

And to all who know me.

You really disappoint me, Giuseppe.

Thank you, Mr. Steve.

You make my day.

From now on, no more women for money.

I'm gonna be my own man.

Promise?

Promise.

Rule number two.

Never, ever get involved with a client.

Figures. Only honest guy met and he's a jigger.

It's my last night.

No!

The time has come for me to go out into the world and find out who Giuseppe

really is.

You know,

inside.

I'm gonna miss you all.

I saw your show tonight at the club.

Really?

Sorry you're not gonna be working anymore. I enjoyed watching you.

Thank you.

Do you come here a lot?

Is this one of your favorite restaurants?

It's my second home.

I don't know what you heard about me.

But whatever you heard, that's behind me.

I'm sorry.

Maybe another place, another time.

You've got such pretty eyes.

Pretty lips.

Thank you.

What about me buying you a plate of pasta?

Just that.

And maybe...

Some little red wine.

We talk.

What do you say?

Eat your pasta.

Your voice.

What about my voice?

It sounds... How do you say?

Familiar?

Familiar? Uh -huh.

Like somebody I know.

Who?

A woman.

A very special woman.

I never did anything like that before.

Offer money to a man like that.

We

are

both a little fattened.

in your arms like a baby.

It's too much for me out there.

Please, Mr. Steve, take care of me.

Outside, I met this woman who came to me with money.

But she's not like the others.

She was like you.

Strong.

With kind eyes.

I promise you no more, so I walk away from her just like I promised Aoud.

But...

You broke my heart.

Because for the first time in my life, I felt something.

I want to be with her like a real man.

A real man, Giuseppe?

Dimitri, like a real man.

Not for money, but for love.

How would you seduce this woman, Giuseppe?

Soft, you see.

Too soft?

Not too soft.

Never too soft.

How would you kiss her?

First her neck.

Then her forehead.

The tip of her nose.

Her lip.

Then down to her breath.

Stomach.

Then inside of her thigh.

There's no time yet.

It can't be time yet.

That's it, kids.

Your next client is waiting.

What do you mean, next client?

No more other clients.

I'm not done with Mr. Steve. I need more time. I'm sorry, Giuseppe. Your time is

up.

No. You know it, Giuseppe.

Nobody to save me, but his mama and Mrs. Eve.

That's it.

I don't want you seeing him anymore. He's getting farted, dependent on you.

Can't believe my eyes.

I give you my heart, and you make a pestle out of it!

And I thought I found somebody to take home to Mama.

So what changed your mind?

I don't know which one of you I have to take.

Well, you better make up your mind which one of me you want.

Both. I want you to be both.

So what's your problem?

What am I supposed to tell Mama if she asks me how we met?

Tell her the truth.

She'll never believe it.

No one's going to believe this.

You guessed it.

Come June, we got married.

The gigolo and the dominatrix.

When I finally told my mother how we met, all she could do is scratch her

and say, sometimes you find love in the darndest places.

If you're looking and still haven't found her yet, keep turning those rocks

over. Because you just never know where that special someone is hiding.

I mean, you could find her...

anytime, anywhere, anyplace.