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Sex is not an act of love.

It's an act of violence.

Emotional violence.

The hotter the sex, the more emotionally violent it is.

Some people may not agree with me on this.

And I wouldn't have when I married Heather.

But I thought I was in love with her and that sex and love was somehow the same

thing.

Boy, was I wrong.

I have an 8 o 'clock tomorrow.

It's only 11 o 'clock now.

Count, please.

I've been correcting papers all night.

I'm not in the mood.

Someone, Heather, look at us.

Both young and healthy.

We're screwing our brains out, not worrying about early morning lit

If you worried a little less about sex and more about other things, we wouldn't

be filming the house right now.

What do you want me to do?

Howl like a coyote?

I want you to lighten up.

Take everything so damn seriously.

Yes, I do. I need a serious man with serious ambition.

Not some flash in the pan who views life like it's some weird kind of

experiment.

That you could have been somebody's speech.

It's true.

You went from being a respected art critic to some conceptual artist.

That no one's interested in.

It was the best goddamn move I ever made.

And what about all those years you've tried to make a name for yourself?

It was all bullshit.

Everything is bullshit to you now.

I think while I'm away, you need to take a long look at yourself and decide what

you want to do with this marriage.

Kyle, please.

You're not even going to give me a goodbye kiss?

What's gotten into you?

I thought we discussed last night it's a little late for all this.

Mr. Lake?

Yeah? Hi, I talked to you on the phone. I came by to see the house.

Oh, yeah, right.

Come on in.

Oh, this is lovely.

I really want to thank you for letting me come by. I know it's not officially

lifted yet.

No problem.

Is there something wrong?

Would you mind if I taped us?

I'm doing a video piece on the selling of the house.

I guess not.

I'm not particularly photogenic, but... Then just act natural.

Pretend that it's not even here.

Can I get you something to drink?

Coffee? Tea?

Wine?

I really shouldn't, but wine sounds nice.

Is Mrs.

Lake around?

No, we're all alone.

No, I really meant to... I know what you mean.

Thank you.

I'm not prying. I don't even know if you are married.

Yes, I am.

But we're in the process of getting a divorce.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I guess I stuck my foot in my mouth, didn't I?

No, not at all.

People fall in love. People fall out of love.

From the first moment I saw Kyle, I liked him.

I thought he was good -looking, intelligent, mysterious.

He was everything my husband was not.

So naturally, I was attracted to him.

And because there was such a lack of romance and sensuality in my own life, I

fantasized about what it would be like to be with Kyle, this attractive,

sensually reckless man.

I didn't go to that house looking for an affair. It just happened.

It started off as an idle fantasy, maybe even a little innocent, but...

But I guess it was driven by a deep need, something that was lacking in my

life.

I can see that now.

But I didn't then.

Is this Starlight Escort?

The idea of calling an escort service was exciting because it seemed like such

sleazy, sordid thing to do.

And because it offered me something that I wasn't getting from Heather.

So Kyle was having problems with his wife.

Essentially, she was the good girl.

But she refused to be the whore for him.

So he picked up the phone and found... one. By screwing me and playing out our

perverted little sex games, he could compensate for his sexual frustrations

his wife, pretending that I was her.

For a while, that was good for him. But because I could transform so easily from

the bad girl to the classy, intelligent, seemingly good girl, he

naturally became obsessed with me.

psychologically hooked on my sexuality.

Why are you staring at me?

I wasn't expecting something so young and pretty.

Is this the first time you've done this?

No.

Are all the starlight girls as pretty as you are?

There's only one starlight girl.

Me. Really?

I know who you are.

Who am I?

You're a performance artist.

I've seen some of your work.

I'm getting my master's in contemporary criticism.

I even know your wife.

I've seen her on campus.

What else do you know about me?

Well, I think you're horny.

Am I ever going to see you again?

That's up to you.

You've got my number.

Is there a problem with my wife? You know, college and everything?

Does it seem like I have a problem?

As far as I'm concerned, it's strictly business between you and me.

Your wife is your problem.

I was totally stunned when I first saw Stacy.

I was expecting somebody completely different.

But she was sweet and very attractive.

And I was drawn to her because of that.

And because she was a call girl.

Somebody you pay to have sex with and then never see again.

But I went and I made the same mistake that I made with Heather.

And that was confusing lust for love.

Man, they are so easy.

But then, given my line of work, you might say that would be obvious.

After all, why does a man call me up anyway?

I do escort on the side. It's fun, I enjoy it, and the pay is good. And I

get off on the game playing.

Looking back on it now, it seems to me that my wife wasn't the partner she

pretended to be.

You know, both on an intellectual and an emotional level.

I understand.

Seems I feel that way often.

You know, the problem with most men is that they're just not liberated enough

treat a woman as an equal.

Could you show me the rest of the house now?

Oh, damn.

By all means.

My, you could beat an army in here.

That was the plan.

How many children do you have?

None.

When we were first married, Heather and I decided that we wanted to establish

ourselves.

Then we thought it would be nice to have a house before we raised the family.

And then, well, here we are.

You're a young man, Mr. Legg. You can still have children.

Thank you.

Kyle.

Kyle, I don't think anymore this wine is a real good idea. I'm kind of feeling

getting a little out of control here.

Hey, that's okay.

There's nothing wrong with getting out of control every now and then.

Makes people more interesting.

You know something? I don't even know your name.

No, no, don't tell me.

It's better this way.

I'm married.

Are you happily married?

Well, I don't think that's... I think that you're looking for something.

And I think I know what it is.

This is not a good idea.

I have to leave.

When I realized that Kyle was really interested in me sexually,

I was shocked and taken aback.

I couldn't believe it.

I was flattered, of course, but I didn't know what to do. I just went along with

it.

It was scary and exhilarating at the same time.

When he came on to me, very bold and sexy, something happened inside me.

Something clicked like a switch.

It was wonderful.

It hadn't happened for years, and it made me feel young and beautiful again

sexy.

Very sexy.

But it was more than that.

He made me feel needed.

He gave me purpose.

Thank you.

knew vaguely who he was, some kind of art reviewer or writer.

I didn't know he was into doing that video performance stuff, but when he

me, I thought it was really stupid.

It was kind of fun, though, playing for the camera. Of course, I have a natural

exhibitionist tendency, and why not?

It's a woman thing.

I have a sexy body, and it makes me feel good to see a man getting excited just

by looking at me.

I'm in this business for the sex, too. Believe me.

It's been good.

It's been really good.

It's been good for me, too.

If this keeps up, I'll be able to get my Ph .D.

I was kind of hoping I meant more to you than that.

Kyle, I'm a hooker.

I can be anything you want me to be.

Look at you. You're beautiful.

You're intelligent.

It just seems such a shame that you... That I fuck anyone who's got the money?

How many are there?

A few.

There haven't been that many lately.

Did you ever consider just having one client?

That's sweet, Kyle.

But education ain't cheap.

Besides, what's going to happen when your wife gets back?

Stacy taught me to view the sex act as something insensitive, destructive, and

completely selfish.

You see, I used to make love to Heather with a wounded ego.

I was always reaching out, begging for her attention, for her to love me, to

build up my male pride.

But I was thinking like a victim.

Stacy had no need for all that bullshit.

She used me to achieve her goal, which was to put herself through school.

Once I understood that, the power of sex as a tool came clearly into focus.

The whole sex thing is just one big game.

It's no secret that men pretend to be polite, courageous, romantic,

or even macho just to get laid.

That's how they win.

When they finally nail the girl, it's like a conquest.

Like St.

George slaying the dragon.

They don't kill the dragon without paying for it. And the more they pay,

more excited I get.

I may be a tramp, okay, I admit to that, but I'm certainly not cheap.

What I really go for is an emotional sacrifice.

He still has to pay money for me to have sex with him, of course.

But he also gives something of himself emotionally or psychologically.

Now that's what the intrigue with Kyle was.

He was such a self -obsessed, pretentious, pseudo -intellectual rich

snob. I just had this overwhelming desire to take him for everything I

get. I just couldn't help myself.

He was so willing to be a victim and it was...

So easy.

Almost too easy. In fact, I had to figure out ways to prolong it to make it

challenging for me.

Hello?

Kyle?

Who's this?

This is Irene Shavers. I came by yesterday to see the house.

Oh, yeah, geez.

I'm sorry, of course.

How are you?

No, no, I'm glad you called. I wanted to apologize for what happened.

Well, really, I feel so embarrassed.

I behaved like a fool. I ran away. What can I do for you, Irene?

Well, I'm calling you because I would like to see the rest of the house.

Well, sure. Anytime.

Now that I know your name.

Maybe you should bring your husband along just in case.

You can tell I'm a real pro at this, huh?

Want me to do it?

No.

I've opened bottles of wine before.

Here to successful house hunting.

Nice wine, huh?

Why are you here?

To see the house.

What do you mean?

You know exactly what I mean.

I want to make love to you.

You really turned me on.

The first time we made love, I was so excited I couldn't believe it.

He made me feel alive again, as if I were participating in reality again, not

just a piece of furniture.

He was interested in me and wanted to be with me and enjoy my body, and I needed

that desperately.

It wasn't until I met Kyle that I realized exactly how desperately lonely

sexually frustrated I really was.

No pictures, no names, just sound.

You're crazy.

You have a beautiful body.

Thank you.

I bet you were fantasizing about this all day, weren't you?

I can see it now.

Taking a long shower.

Standing in front of the mirror, getting your makeup just right.

going through your closet, picking out just the right outfit.

Do you have any idea what it's like for me to love you?

I've never felt like this before

It's Stacy there, please.

I'm not sure.

Can you check for me? It's important.

All right, hold on.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, she's not here right now.

Do you know when she'll be back?

No, I don't.

Could you leave a message for her and tell her that Kyle will come by around

I'll be out front in my car.

What's wrong?

I've been trying to reach you all day.

I left messages.

I'm not your girlfriend, Kyle.

Why do you deliberately say things to hurt me?

Do you know what your problem is?

You just can't take the truth.

Would you mind telling me where you went tonight?

Lisa and I did a party.

What kind of party?

Are you sure you're up for this?

Yeah, maybe it'll turn me on.

A limousine came and picked us up and took us to this place on top of a

firehouse.

Then we went into this room and got changed and got a little stoned. And

were ready, we went outside.

What were you wearing?

Panties and high heels.

Go on.

They formed a big circle with chairs and put a rug down in the middle of the

floor.

For a while, we just walked around the circle and kissed them and joked around

with them and let them feel us.

Then they started cheering.

Then we picked a couple guys from the circle and brought them out to the

of the rug.

A lot of them were too embarrassed to do it, so they just sat there and watched.

You okay?

Anyway, later on we went into another room and took care of the others who

didn't want to do it in front of everyone else.

Next time I call you, I want to do something we've never done before.

But what really excites me is fucking with a guy's mind.

Playing psychosexual games with him. And let me tell you, it's so easy to get

under a man's skin.

Some guys completely fall apart at the mere sight of a beautiful woman.

especially when she takes her clothes off and starts to come onto them.

I've had guys pop before they could get their pants off.

But it's not that much fun for me.

Some guys, you just have to work a little harder.

Some are jaded and seem to have this hard exterior.

But once you find the key, it's really easy to get to them, too.

It all boils down to what a man really wants, and that's to express his

masculinity.

through his penis.

He either wants to corrupt a good girl by touching her with it, or he wants to

reform a bad girl, a girl who is already comfortable with sex and is not

intimidated by a man's sex organs.

He wants to make her pure again, or afraid, or in awe of his

disgusting genitalia, so he has the power to corrupt her himself.

It's the opposition thing, transforming a woman from one kind, to the other.

And that's what the masculine power is all about.

And all a woman has to do is allow him to do that. As far as I can tell, most

men are really oblivious to this.

They just feel compelled to screw or tame whatever chick they become

with.

Kyle Lake.

Nice to meet you. Hey, how's it going?

Blake!

Let me get you Jack.

No thanks, I'll keep mine.

I gave mine to a guy at a party once, never saw it again.

Most men think that women are just passive players in the sex game.

That they just sit by their phones waiting for a guy to call and ask them

But their methods are much more sophisticated than you'd think.

Women go out of their way to attract men.

It's their nature.

It's the nature of the prostitute.

To offer herself as a sexual object in order to achieve her goal.

I'm not saying all women are prostitutes, but through their feminine

transform themselves into objects of desire in order to get their men.

I don't see any love or sensitivity in that, do you?

Well, does she get my messages?

And what does she say?

Does she say when she'll get back to me?

Look, it's very important that I speak to her.

Is Lisa there?

Lisa.

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

Yeah, I'm still here.

Okay, if you could just tell the station I called it.

Thank you.

Who are you?

I'm Darcy.

Stacy says she's sorry she couldn't make it.

She asked me to come by.

Could I come in, Mr. Lake? I need to use your bathroom.

Yeah, it's down at the end of the hallway.

Thank you.

Stacy said you were intense.

Oh, really?

What else did she say about me?

Well, she says she likes you.

No offense, but if she likes me so much, how come you're here and she isn't?

She's been avoiding me like the plague.

I guess she's been busy.

Too busy for her best customer.

Is she on a date?

Look, I don't know anything about that. I just got a call on my beeper.

Your beeper?

I'm not a part of Starlight. That's Stacy's thing.

I work for a professional service.

Stacy's not exactly an amateur.

You know her friend Lisa?

Sure. We all went to high school together.

Well, if you learned half as much as they did, tonight's going to be very

profitable for you.

Are you always so generous?

Ask Stacy.

Well, Stacy's not here.

I am.

All this talk of money.

Let's get down to business.

You seem to enjoy your work.

I do.

What do you like about it?

You're everything.

The excitement, the money, the sex.

I'm a people person.

Girls are all alike.

The clothes.

The way you all... Fuck anything that moves.

Those are your words.

I could really fall for Stacy.

Why don't we give Stacy a call?

Let her know what a wonderful time we're having.

Bill, did you know that the layout of this house is based on a Richard Neutra

design?

Who's he?

He was a famous California architect back in the 40s and 50s.

Kyle, you don't have to give me a sales pitch. I like the house.

But you haven't even seen the upstairs yet.

More rooms.

That's Irene's department.

I'm interested in the guts of a house. Plumbing, heating.

Septic. It's got good guts.

I know, that's why I like it.

Did you know that when they plant a city, the first thing they do is figure

where to put the shit?

Oh, Bill, please.

Kyle, am I right or am I right?

There's probably some truth in that.

Kyle, I have to use your bathroom.

This coffee's gone right through me.

Why don't you use the one upstairs?

That way you can check it out.

You see what it's like?

Let's face it.

I'm married to a plumber.

I couldn't help thinking about you last night.

I really enjoyed myself.

He seemed to be able to look into me and tell if I was putting him on or not.

He laughed when I teased him. He reacted when I gave him a sexy look.

And that day we made love while my husband was upstairs in the bathroom.

I can't tell you how incredibly exciting that was.

Every moment, the chance of getting caught with another man increased, and

more it increased, the more excited I got.

I fantasized about my husband walking into the room, catching me with Kyle.

Maybe he'd realize that I was a woman who had her own feelings.

Maybe, if it was right in his face.

Right in graphic detail. He'd come to know I was a woman who could be inspired

to respond.

Who deserved to be thought of as a sexual being.

A sensual woman who could give as good as she could get.

Stand up.

Unbutton your jacket.

You're crazy.

He's upstairs.

Unbutton your jacket.

Of course, we didn't get caught.

And I doubt that either Kyle or my husband would have turned out to be

confrontational. But the idea, the possibility of such a thing happening,

that really turned me on that day. It was that unknown quality of our affair

that excited me.

The never really being sure where I stood, where we, Kyle and I, were going.

was risky.

Dangerous.

It was everything but routine.

And that was what really made it a turn on, the not knowing the danger, the

detachment that Kyle had.

He wanted sex for the moment, not something to placate me. He wanted it

own sake, the intensity of the moment. But I guess somewhere in there, during

our brief affair, I wanted something more permanent.

I grew to depend on him, his attention.

I guess that's why I married my husband in the first place.

I was scared no one else would like me or I'd get hooked up with a loser or

someone who couldn't take care of me.

Why don't you try something else?

Help me with this.

What's to become of me?

God, that sounds so formal.

What's to become of us?

What's to become of us?

Your wife will get back and we'll all go on with our lives.

Is it always so easy for you?

Kyle, that's the nature of the game.

I'm a weekend girl, a vacation girl.

I know the vacation always comes to an end.

What happens now?

What happens now?

What do you want to happen?

I'm not exactly sure.

I just know I really enjoy these times we have together.

So let's just enjoy it for what it is.

That's it?

What's happening now doesn't mean anything to you?

Come here.

What would you say if I told you that I was leaving my wife?

I'd say you should try and work it out.

I don't want to work it out.

She doesn't want me, and I don't want her.

Well, I don't know what to say.

That's it?

I tell you how I feel, and you tell me you don't know what to say?

Kyle, you're married, and I'm a hooker. Get with it.

Only college kids fall in love with hookers.

Irene, get serious.

You're going to leave here tonight and go home to your husband.

Two of you are planning to buy a house together, for Christ's sakes.

Buying a house together is like some people having a baby to try to save

marriage.

So what are you saying?

That you're breaking up?

Like you told me when I first met you.

People fall out of love.

Listen. Listen to me.

That's just the way it is right now.

Just give me the chance to make it happen for us.

And he feels the same way?

We've talked.

And you want me to be your private little stud on the side so you both

decision?

What if I told you I could leave him within a week?

I'd say, call me in a week. My husband didn't make me feel needed anymore. I

just another piece of furniture in his house.

Something that he took to bed with him.

Made coffee for him in the morning.

Did his laundry.

A prop he dragged along to a business dinner or social engagement.

His attempts at being romantic were pathetic.

Sex was only for him, to get him off. There was nothing for me. When he'd get

the mood, he'd just crawl on top of me and start pumping, moaning and puffing

his face like he was having a heart attack.

He wasn't making love.

He didn't want to kiss me while we were having sex. He just wanted to pound

away.

In fact, that's what he made me feel like, dirty.

Oh, I pretended to be excited, and then I was really into it and all, but I

wasn't.

Because I knew he didn't really get off on my excitement.

I could fake it and tell him I was getting really hot for him, how much I

looking at him, how much it turned me on.

He couldn't tell the difference.

He took everything I said or did, literally.

How could you?

My wedding dress?

That was my grandmother's, for Christ's sake.

I said I was sorry.

Things got out of hand.

Shit, I have a few friends over and you act like it's the end of the world.

That dress was packed away in my closet.

I don't know how they found it.

I was drunk.

That's your justification?

I've been thinking about what you said before you left.

And?

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I haven't been living up to everybody's expectations.

I don't want to hold you back.

You son of a bitch.

You've been having an affair, haven't you?

Before, when a woman would show interest in me, I would instantly find her

attractive, whether she was pretty or not.

Now I wouldn't give her a second look, a hold back, denying myself those

emotions.

But in doing that, I compressed them, making them more intense.

And that was exactly what Stacey was doing, waiting for that one big orgasmic

rush.

I know that you're horny.

And you want to fuck me.

Kyle, I want you to lick me all over my body.

I'm right here.

Surprise!

I've been thinking.

Maybe I have been a little distant lately.

Maybe I have been withholding myself physically.

Maybe there is some common ground.

Common ground?

Compromise.

You give me a little of what I want, and I'll give you a little of what you

want?

I mean, after all, isn't life one big compromise?

I think I know what you want.

What do you think I want?

Sex.

Sorry about last night.

Don't be.

I told you, it's no big deal.

No, it is important.

I'm really trying to make an effort.

It just seems... a little... I don't know.

Forget it.

Forget it.

Hello? Yeah,

well, I'm home.

Lousy.

Irene,

what do you want?

Uh,

no, I... Actually, I'm not.

Well, is it something you can get out of?

Look, Irene, can you call me back later in the week? I'm busy right now, okay?

I had nothing personal against Irene.

As a matter of fact, I liked her.

But all she was to me was a hot fuck.

And so she became a victim.

If I had allowed emotion to enter into it, then there was a chance that I would

have become victimized again.

And I couldn't afford to let that happen.

Hi.

Lucky me, I didn't think I'd catch you in.

Be nice. I've been busy.

Too busy to come over and see me?

That depends.

On what?

On you.

Heather.

Lots of things.

I think Heather and I have finally reached a decision about breaking up.

You think?

You have or you haven't?

Yeah, definitely. It's just that Heather's taking it kind of hard.

I don't know. Last night she tried seducing me.

You should have seen it. It was pretty pathetic.

Listen, when can I see you? Can I see you later?

I told you, I'm busy.

Until when?

All night.

Well, when are you leaving?

Well, I'll be over before then.

Okay.

Of course, most men think that it's only about sex when they make a date with a

call girl.

But being in this business for a while, I know it's more than just sex.

It's what sex represents, but it's different for each man.

Some are lonely. Some are just curious.

Some need to act out repressed fantasies.

Some men want to be humiliated.

Screwing a prostitute, especially a real low -life slut, is a way of debasing

themselves.

Some are a little more obvious and get into whips and handcuffs and stuff, but

that's not my thing.

Personally, I just like screwing.

It's just plain fun for me.

It's, uh, recreation.

He doesn't stand a chance.

Are you happy that I'm leaving, Heather?

Why should I be?

That's not what I asked.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say that you can't wait for us to be together all the time.

Now, wait a second, Kyle.

No one's going to map out my life for me. I have my own agenda.

I'm an ambitious girl.

I know.

I understand.

It's just that I'm excited about being with you without this other relationship

hanging over our heads.

Kyle, there's also a little matter of money, you know.

What do you mean?

I mean you have all these romantic plans and ideas. How are you going to pay for

them? There are things I want to do, places I want to go.

There are certain things I have to have.

Let me worry about that, okay?

Right.

The affair accelerated the deterioration of his marriage until there was nothing

left between them. When she discovered the videotape, well, that just made her

realize that she was no longer part of his life.

I had taken her part.

And to tell you the truth, it was thrilling.

It really excited me. Because not only had I gotten a Kyle, I'd gotten to his

wife, too!

Oh, that made me really bad. If transformation was what Kyle's sexual

all about, then I had given him exactly what he wanted.

Total destruction.

And you know he deserved it.

Cal Lake?

Yeah. Good.

This is for you.

What is it?

I think your wife is divorcing you.

You think that's funny?

Hey, I'm just trying to do my job, buddy.

Some fucking job, asshole.

Yeah, hi, may I speak to Stacy, please?

I know it's early, but it's important that I talk to her.

What do you mean she's not there?

When do you expect her?

And what the fuck do you know?

Are you married?

Not yet.

Marriage is a strange institution.

You fuck to get into it and you're fucked trying to get out of it.

What are you doing here anyway?

They thought there might be a problem.

A problem?

I got caught fucking another woman. What am I going to do, beat my wife?

reminds you, Mr. Lake, that until you and your wife reach a property

you refrain from moving anything from the house.

Didn't she take something of mine?

Are you referring to the pornographic tape?

I'm an artist. I prefer to look at it as an art tape.

That tape is evidence of my client's lawsuit.

Ah, so you are admitting that she took it without my permission.

See you in court, Mr. Lake. I think that'll be all, officer. Thank you.

This may be the best thing that ever happened to me.

I've never done it in a car before.

Congratulations.

Isn't it perfect?

What?

My settlement with Bill.

As soon as I sell my house, I'm filing for divorce.

And then, I'm going to buy your house.

It could take months.

What am I supposed to do?

Wait around while you tie your life up into a nice neat bow?

What's the rush?

There's things I want to do, and to do them I need money.

Look, I've cut my ties with this place. If I can sell the house, I'm going to

take the money and run.

What about us?

What about us?

We have a good thing going.

Shouldn't we see where it takes us?

We have a few laughs, we spend a few nights together, and all of a sudden you

want to see where it takes us?

Why do you have to be so hard all the time?

I know we're both coming off of bad relationships.

But we know what mistakes we've made.

We have chemistry, Kyle.

I'm not the sort of guy who feels he has to marry every woman he sleeps with.

Can't you give me a little time to put it all together?

I used to have dreams of something threatening surrounding the house,

get in.

And I'd run to my daddy so he could protect me.

In school.

I wanted to be more athletic, but I was afraid it wasn't a girl thing. I wanted

to be on the track team, and I liked soccer with my brother, but I was afraid

go out for sports.

I went to college for two years, and of course, I didn't study a thing.

I was looking for Mr. Right, and I thought I found him. Bill was getting an

and when he graduated, he became a partner in his father's construction

business. He was well off financially, and everyone said I'd married well, but

they didn't know.

It was a meal ticket, nothing else.

There was never really a connection between us, and I thought I could live

the trade -offs.

Hello?

Thank God.

I've been trying to get in touch with you for days.

Where?

What were you doing in Puerto Rico?

Who the fuck's Hector?

Listen when can I see you? I have some great news.

I'll tell you when you get here.

So you and Heather finally did, huh?

How did you know?

Look at this place. It's obvious.

So what do you think?

Well, that's why I came over here tonight, to tell you what I think.

There's something I have to tell you first.

I'm in love with you, Stacy.

And I want to be with you.

And I want to take care of you.

Look, Kyle, you've been a really good client, okay?

But you just don't do it for me.

What are you saying?

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

I spend every night with you for weeks. I...

I spend a small fortune on you. I leave my wife for you.

And you're telling me this?

You just don't get it, do you?

Get what?

Kyle, let's put all our cards on the table.

You knew the first time you called me here was to get back at Heather.

In her eyes you were a failure.

And deep down inside I think you knew you were a failure too.

So what did you do?

You stuck it to her where it would hurt her the most.

What better way to get back at her than to fuck a call girl?

You're serious, aren't you?

Of course I am.

While you were playing your game of fucking me to fuck Heather, I was

little game of my own.

And what was that?

To get you to love me.

It worked.

I know it worked.

I'm good at it.

It's not easy to get someone to fall for you so hard that they'll rid their

whole world for you.

So that's it?

You get some sucker to fall in love with you?

For what?

What's in it for you?

I get off on it. I mean, I really get off on it.

It makes me...

God, it makes me wet.

Right now, seeing you like this, I could come in a second.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to go home and give old Hector a call.

Tell him I need it right away.

And while he's fucking me, I'm going to think about how defeated and frustrated

you look.

I'm going to have the best fucking orgasm I've ever had.

Goodbye, Kyle.

So, now that the performance piece is done, what are you going to do with it?

Invite your husband to the office.

Really?

That'll be interesting.

I mean, there's something I have to tell you.

What?

I don't have any feelings for you.

So, you're just in it for the sex, huh?

Not especially.

Why are you saying this?

It's amazing how easy it is to manipulate people.

Kyle, you know how I feel about you.

Why are you saying these things?

Because it's over.

The performance piece is finished.

I don't need you anymore.

You're such an asshole.

off and down more than I ever did when I was fucking you.

Oh, God.

Stop.

I don't know what kind of sick game you are playing.

I don't know you are one disgusting, selfish son of a bitch.

You have helped me ruin my life.

I wish I had never said I liked you.

I don't know if Irene ever understood what happened to her.

But that kind of a sexual relationship, that intensity, someone's going to get

hurt.

And it wasn't going to be me.

I didn't do it to get back at Stacy either.

Sure, she hurt me.

She hurt me a lot.

But that wasn't her fault. It was mine.

Just as it was Irene's.

If I could take back the pain that I inflicted on Irene, I would.

But she's gonna have to deal with her own demons and in the end she'll be

stronger because of it Just as I am

you