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- One, two, three, four.

We're going to make them shout no more.

Five, six, seven, eight.

We're going to make them say we're great.

- The Texas Cowgirls!

- Debbie, I'm so proud of you.

- When are you leaving? Where are you going?

I'm so excited.

- That's the problem. - What do you mean?

- My parents don't want me to go. They don't like the idea.

And if I go, I have to raise the fare myself.

My mother calls it outdoor burlesque.

Can you imagine? - Aww.

- I know if I'd have won, my folks would be all for it.

- But you didn't win, Lisa.

- Yeah.

- Debbie, what are you gonna do? - Raise some money, fast.

- Well, when do you have to leave, Debbie?

- In two weeks.

- But that's not enough time to raise the fare.

- Well, we'll just have to think of something, I guess.

- Hut. Hut. All the way.

- Call the play. Call the play!

- Go, go, go.

- Hi, how are you doing, there?

- We should be on the road by now. - I know.

What a day.

Yunno,

I don't think I'm going to be able to make it to Texas in just two weeks.

- I think we should all help her raise the money.

- I've got a great idea.

Why don't we all work hard to raise money so we can go to Texas with her?

- Yeah! Yeah! Let's. - That's a great idea.

- Debbie, we could boost your morale. - Gee,

it would be wonderful if you could all be with me.

- Next best thing to being Texas Cowgirls ourselves.

Yahoo!

- Well okay, but if we're all going to be there,

we've got to decide what we're gonna do right now.

First of all, we all have to get part-time jobs

after school for a week.

Does anyone know of any?

- Well, I can get a job with Mr. Biddle at the library.

- I saw a "help wanted” sign in the record store.

- Super, and I know Jimmy just gave up his job on the tennis courts.

There's no reason why they shouldn't give it to a girl.

- Hey Annie, did you know that Mr. Bradly said

we could wash his car this weekend?

- Yeah, you wanna do it Friday?

- Sure. - All right.

- Maybe I could talk the Hardwicks into a job at the candle shop.

- It's worth a try.

It's a start.

Maybe we could advertise.

- You mean like in the newspaper? - Yunno, we should

form a company, give ourselves a name.

- Something simple and to the point, like Teen Services?

- Yeah, that's us, Teen Services.

- The paper's where we should advertise.

- And we can advertise all the services we can do.

- And all the services we can't do.

- Of course,

we could draw pictures and posters and put them up all around town.

- Print up cards, too. - Remember,

we only have two weeks to raise the money, and that means no dates.

- Well, it's for a darn good cause, so I think the guys will understand.

- What do you mean, “they'll understand?”

- Well girls, I don't know.

I don't think we should tell the guys right away.

Wait 'til we really get it going, like in about, after the weekend.

- Good idea, Debbie.

- I saw your sign in the window, and I'm here to apply for the job.

- You experienced?

- Last summer, I had a job at the flower shop.

- Yeah, so what happened?

- Well, the owner got a little fresh, so I quit.

- Well, you're cute. You can't blame the guy for trying.

- I might have been a little hasty,

but I was younger then, and I need the money more now.

- I think definitely we can work something out.

- You mean I've got the job? - You bet.

- When do I start? - The sooner the better.

How about later today?

- I guess so.

I'll be back.

- Oh Mr. Greenfield, can I have a job? Can I have a job, please?

I have to go to Texas to be a Texas Cowgirl,

and we don't have any money.

- You've got the job. You've got the job, Debbie.

- Do you really mean it? - Oh, yes.

Yes, I most certainly do.

So, I realize how important this is, a chance of a lifetime, Yunno,

and I think we can arrange something around the store

for a little extra money for you. - Well, what did you have in mind?

Oh, come on, Mr. Greenfield.

- You could sort of help with things, you know,

storing the stuff and moving merchandise.

- Oh sure, Mr. Greenfield, anything you say,

but I've got to warn you

that I'm pretty clumsy with boxes and stuff like that.

- That's all right. The training sessions will be real easy.

You know, you can come in on a Sunday,

and I'll show you the storeroom and around the store, you know.

- Oh Mr. Greenfield, I really appreciate it.

Yunno, because I know that you really understand,

because I know that you're a football fan yourself, and stuff.

- Well, I most certainly do, I most certainly do.

- Oh, thank you, Mr. Greenfield. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Okay, bye. Bye. Bye.

- Hi, Roberta. - Oh hi, Mr. Hardwick.

- Where are you off to?

- Oh, I'm going to cheerleading practice.

- Oh. Well, I'll walk you for a ways. I'm going to the shop.

What are you up to these days?

- We're looking for any kind of extra work,

so that we can raise money for that trip to Texas.

We want to be with Debbie Benson for her first game

when she cheers those Texas fellas.

- Oh, sounds like a good idea.

Say, I tell you what.

You could earn some extra money

by helping Mrs. Hardwick and I over at the candle shop.

We're taking inventory.

- Mr. Hardwick, really? - Yes.

- When should I start?

- Start as soon as you like. How about tomorrow?

- Oh, Mr. Hardwick.

What could I ever do to repay you?

- We'll think of something.

- One, two, three, four.

We're going to make them say no more.

Five, six, seven, eight.

- One, two, hut. - Alright!

- My goodness Lisa, don't you ever wear underpants?

- Oh, I just like to feel free.

It's nice to feel the clothes against your skin.

It's bad enough we have to wear them.

We should walk around like the way we came into this world,

stark naked.

- There goes that Lisa, talking about nature again.

Can you imagine if we all didn't wear underwear,

we'd never get anything done?

- Well, I got something done.

I got a job at Mr. Greenfield's sporting goods store,

and he promised to do anything he can to help me to get to Texas.

- Yeah, I got Jimmy's old job.

- Well, I'm working at the library, but it's just two days a week.

- I'm working for Mr. Hardwick at the candle shop.

- Me and Annie got a job working for Mr. Bradly, washing his car,

but it's only for tomorrow.

- Well, let's just hope for the best.

Anyway, right now we need to do some work on our cheers.

- Yeah, let's go.

- Hey Rick,

Donna says the girls are pretty serious

about this whole "no dating” thing, Yunno.

Well, I don't see how

them raising money has to interfere with us seeing them,

for Christ's sakes.

- Look, Debbie says the bulk of their time

will be in the evenings and especially on weekends,

when folks need babysitters, hostess helpers, sales help,

stuff like that. - Hey, look,

I don't like anyone interfering on my date nights,

least of all my date herself.

- Look, they think they can boost her morale if they go with her.

After all, she's so far away from home and all.

- Hey man, it's not her morale that I am interested in boosting.

- Hey, look man,

your girlfriend Debbie, she's the ringleader of the whole scheme.

Why don't you talk to her and tell her to think about us for a change,

alright?

- Alright, I'll give it a try Come on now, let's play ball.

- Yeah, alright. Let's go. Come on.

Hut.

- Hut, two. - All right.

- Go, go, go!

- Alright. - All the way!

All the way. All the way.

- Go, go, go.

- Rick says they'll find us. - Fantastic.

- He said it'll be a big surprise.

- Bye, have a good time tonight. - Okay. Bye.

- See ya.

Bye, bye.

- Hey, wait for me.

- I wonder what they have in mind this time.

- I don't know, but I'll bet it's terrific.

- And weird.

- Fellas, this is Roberta.

- Oh, Rick!

What are you doing here?

- Oh, my goodness.

- We just thought we'd drop by and see how we could make out.

- Oh, we're gonna make out?

What if Mrs. Eagle should come in?

- Don't worry, we locked the door.

Yes.

- Oh, I like that pussy.

- Oh my god.

Oh, don't be greedy girls. there's enough to go around.

- Hey!

- I'm coming.

I'm coming.

- I'm with you.

- Baby, that was great.

- Oh we've only just begun.

- Oh Mr. Greenfield, you're so strong.

- Yes, that's the one.

- Oh, let me help you.

- No, please, it's all right. - No, come on.

I'm sorry. - I'll bet.

- $8.75, please.

- What time is it, Mr. Greenfield?

- Why, it's 5:30, Debbie.

- Oh, so that means I can go home now.

- Yes, I uh, I locked all the doors.

- Oh, Mr. Greenfield,

I've been working here three days,

and we still haven't worked on the stockroom,

and I really need the extra money.

- You know, Debbie, there are other jobs that you can do,

I mean, girls can do to make a lot of money,

and they could be a little more fun.

- Oh, really? Like what?

- Well, uh,

you could do little favors, for instance.

- What kind of favors, Mr. Greenfield?

- Oh, well, I was thinking,

you could, uh, I mean it wouldn't hurt, I mean,

I'll give you ten dollars if you let me look at your tits.

- Mr. Greenfield! - Please, please,

I just want to look at your pretty little tits.

- You know we're all good girls.

- Oh, I know that, I know that.

But I still wanna look at your little tits, please.

Ten dollars.

Ten dollars, just, just for a look.

- Ten dollars?

- Ten dollars.

- Well, all right.

Oh, shit.

- Mr. Greenfield, you promised!

-1, I know.

Look, I'll give you another ten dollars.

Just let me touch them, a little bit, please,

just a little. - I don't know.

- Oh, please, please, here, here, take it, please, please.

Ten more dollars, ten more dollars. Please.

I just wanna touch them a little bit,

just touch them a little bit,

just a little bit, okay?

Just a little bit.

- Uh, I think that's going a little too far.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, just a little touch, just a little touch.

Nobody'll know it. It's innocent, really.

- Really? - Really, really.

Please, please. - Just for a minute?

- Just one minute. Yeah, yeah, please.

- Promise? - Promise! I promise,

I promise, please.

- Well, okay.

- You promised!

- I'll give you another ten dollars. Just let me suck them, please.

Just a little suck on each one. Please? Okay?

- Mr. Greenfield, we are going a little bit too far.

- I'll give you another ten dollars. Please?

- Well, would you give me twenty dollars for that?

- I'll give you twenty dollars, if it's in my pocket. Take it, please.

Please, please, please,

I just want to suck them a little bit, and then enough.

- Okay? - Okay.

- Okay, please. - Okay.

- Uh, Mr. Greenfield, this is going a little too far.

It's a slot too far.

If you don't stop right this minute, I'm gonna tell my mother!

- Well girls,

we're certainly not earning enough money to do what we wanted to do.

- Yeah, and it's not as if we're working hard enough for it.

Just avoiding Mr. Hardwick's hands in the shop

is hard enough for me.

- You too?

I don't know what Nick has in mind,

but it certainly isn't selling records.

- Every time I turn around on the tennis court,

that Hamilton's there.

I don't know how many times I've bumped into him.

- And Annie, I certainly don't think

Mr. Bradly's got just car washing in mind for us this weekend.

- This certainly isn't working out like we planned, huh girls?

- No. - No, no.

- Hey girls, what's the matter? Who died? Come on, pep up.

Let's get our money together and see what we've got.

- We already know it's nowhere near enough.

Even if you brought in a bundle,

we wouldn't have made enough for the week.

- Well, count this.

- Hey, Debbie.

Goodness, Debbie, that's about 30% of all we've raised.

- Well, what are you doing that we're not?

- This, my dear ladies.

- Debbie, what are you saying?

- Well, this is what they want.

- You mean all you do is shake your tits, and you make all that money?

- No, not exactly, a little kissing and sucking.

- Who did the kissing and sucking?

- Well, Mr. Greenfield, of course.

He was desperate for it, kept offering me money to go further,

but I just drew the line at a certain point.

- I don't know, Debbie.

How do you keep things from getting any further?

- Yeah, I can just see Mr. Hardwick

when I tell him he can touch me, but not too much.

- Listen girls, there's money to be had, fast money.

And we don't have to do anything more than what we do with our boyfriends.

And they certainly have fun, don't they?

And we're all still virgins, aren't we?

- Well, most of us are.

- What do you mean by that?

- Well, I was just wondering,

since I saw a certain someone's boyfriend

going into the locker room, after we left.

- Well, it doesn't matter to us what she does with her boyfriend.

To us, she's still a virgin.

Anyway, she could probably give us some good advice.

- Well, listen,

if we're really serious about this, then let's be honest with each other.

We all do things with our boyfriends, and we don't go all the way.

- Exactly.

And there are men willing to pay for that fun on our terms.

- Yeah.

- But how do you keep it from getting out of hand?

- By standing firm on what you will do and what you won't do.

- Exactly,

and now I think we should get down to business.

Before I go any further,

does everyone agree with this method of making extra money?

- Sure. Definitely. - Yes. Sure. That's fine.

- Tammy?

- I guess so, if everyone else says yes.

- Alright. Well, now what about some techniques?

- I don't know any techniques.

- Look, I know that each one of us has something special to offer

that we really don't mind doing. - Yeah, Annie.

Your boyfriend seems really happy, and I know you're still a virgin,

so what's your secret?

- I'll tell you. Okay, who's got a banana?

I do.

Hello? Hello?

Shit.

Hello?

Oh, Tom.

You fuck,

you know you're not supposed to call me on this phone.

It's a private line.

I know, I know.

It's been a long time.

I miss you too.

The job is okay.

The Hardwicks are really nice.

I miss you too, baby.

Yeah.

I'll meet you at dance class tomorrow.

Yeah.

No, I promise, Tom.

Dance class.

Okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay, I'll see you there tomorrow.

Bye.

- Well, well, what have we here?

- Oh, um--

- Is this what we're paying you for? - Oh, Mrs. Hardwick.

- Roberta, no, no, no.

Roberta, it's fine, Roberta.

Oh, don't worry, Roberta. I'm sorry.

I was only kidding.

Everything's fine, Roberta. Just sit down.

- Mrs. Hardwick. - It's quite all right, Roberta.

- I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

- I didn't mean to take the time from work,

Mrs. Hardwick. - That's quite all right, Roberta.

Now Roberta, it's quite all right. Let's sit and talk for a minute.

- What do you want to talk about

Mrs. Hardwick? - Our own things.

I mean, your thing, and my thing, and Mr. Hardwick's thing.

Everything's just going to be fine.

- Mrs. Hardwick, what are you doing?

- Well Roberta, we all have our own thing.

You have your candle, and

and I like it when Mr. Hardwick--

- When Mr. Hardwick is doing what?

- Oh hello, sweetheart. - Am I interrupting something?

Please let me interrupt anyway.

- Oh! - Oh, sit down!

- Oh, Roberta, stay. - Yeah.

- Mr. and Mrs. Hardwick.

- Now, now, Roberta.

- Roberta, remember I talked

about that uh, earning some extra money with a special job?

- Mr. Hardwick, Mrs. Hardwick,

I didn't know that's what you had in mind for the special job.

- Well, it'll earn you a lot of money.

It'll pay quite well.

- All you have to do is watch. - That's right.

- You'll understand.

- He's taking his clothes off.

You'll understand.

- Oh, Mr. Hardwick, you have a nice body.

- Ah, thank you, so do you.

Let me see.

- Don't be afraid, don't be shy. - Oh, it feels so good.

Doesn't it, Roberta?

- Is she wet?

- Oh, she's so wet.

Are you ready, Roberta?

I think she's ready, dear.

- Good.

- Mr. Hardwick.

Mr. Hardwick.

- We've gotta try.

- We need the money.

- Must be nobody home.

What are we gonna do?

- Let's wash the car anyway.

- We can't do that. He's not here. - Sure, I know where the stuff is.

I'll go get it. - I don't know.

Hey, cut it out.

Come on, get to work.

You work on that side, I'll do the other side.

- Oh, all right.

Yes, let's get this car done quick, before Mr. Bradly gets home.

- You think Mr. Bradly will go for it?

- Well, Debbie said they all want it.

I know Mr. Bradly looked at me like that.

- If Debbie can get forty from hers, I can get a hundred from mine.

- Well, at least between the two of us, we oughta be able to.

- Okay, I'm gonna hose it down.

- Alright, good. I'll get out of the way.

- Okay.

- Hey, cut it out.

You're getting me all wet again.

- Aww.

- Ahh no, stop!

Come on.

- Why are you girls washing the car in the rain?

- Oh, what's wrong?

- Well, we're waiting for the sun to come out.

- Listen, you girls better get inside and dry off, huh?

- Okay, we're going to change our clothes. Thanks.

It's right here.

- Yeah, well, I think you oughta, uh-- oh, I'm sorry.

- Oh, excuse me, Mr. Bradly.

- No, it's all right.

Why don't you go in there and change?

I think you're really soaking, soaking wet.

Well, why don't you girls go upstairs and change before you get pneumonia?

- You sure there isn't anything else we could do for you, Mr. Bradly?

- Yes, there is, but I don't think you'd understand.

- You'd be surprised at what we understand.

- Mr. Bradly, we're not just washing cars anymore.

- Well, I really don't think you'd be into what I have in mind.

- You'd be surprised at what we're into, Mr. Bradly.

- You're serious, aren't you?

- Oh, yes. - Oh, very serious.

- Uh, how can I be sure you aren't gonna tell anybody?

- We wouldn't tell anybody, Mr. Bradly. Would we, Annie?

- This is between you and us.

- If I ask you to undress, how much would it cost me?

- Ten dollars.

- We've never done anything like this before, Mr. Bradly.

- You're our very first customer.

- How's that, Mr. Bradly?

- Is that what you wanted?

- Yes, absolutely beautiful. Beautiful.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, girls.

- Is there anything else we can do for you, Mr. Bradly?

- I'll give you twenty-five dollars if you let me kiss you all over.

- Yeah, that'd be fine, Mr. Bradly. - Fine, Mr. Bradley.

- I mean, really all over, girls.

- That's okay.

- Come on, girls.

All so nice and wet.

I don't believe this.

Do you know how long I've waited for you?

You feel so good.

You don't know what you're doing to me.

You're driving me crazy.

You're so wet.

Oh, yes.

Oh, god.

Isn't that something, girls?

I've never felt so good.

Oh, yes.

You taste so good.

Oh, yes.

I feel so preserved.

We know we can help you.

- I don't care what it costs.

I don't care.

I just want you.

I want you right now.

You're driving me insane.

- Fuck me in the ass.

Oh, oh, oh! Fuck me in the ass.

Fuck me.

Oh, oh, fuck me.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

- Oh my God, I think I hear my wife coming.

- Donna.

Wait up.

How about seeing me later today?

You know, we haven't seen each other for almost a week.

- I really can't tonight.

I have to work here 'til 5:00, and then I have a babysitting job.

- Well damn, Donna, this is really crazy.

I don't even get a chance to speak to you anymore.

- Call me later on tonight.

Good afternoon, Mr. Biddle.

- Why hello, Donna. How are you today?

- Fine, sir.

- Lovely day, isn't it, Donna?

- Yes it is, Mr. Biddle.

- Donna, I understand you girls have formed a company.

How's it coming along?

- Oh, everyone is coming fine.

- You think you'll be able to raise the amount of money you need?

- I certainly hope so.

We've added on a few new services, you know.

- Oh, what are they?

- This isn't exactly the place for details.

But I can tell you

that there's something for everybody, and everybody likes something.

- Well, uh, sounds intriguing.

You must keep me informed.

Donna, I have to go to the office now.

Would you mind keeping an eye on things here?

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you very much.

- Tim, Mr. Biddle's coming right back.

You're not supposed to be here.

- Even if I'm so desperate for you, I could jump off a bridge.

- Especially not in that condition.

- Oh, come on, baby.

It feels like weeks since I've seen you. I'm going nuts.

- Mr. Biddle's coming right back.

You know we don't have any time.

- Oh come on, Donna. You gotta do something.

Look at me.

- Seriously, Tim?

This isn't the place.

- Baby, you gotta do something.

Come on, we've got the time.

- Okay, okay.

You want me to show you what my girlfriend showed me?

- Sure.

Anything.

Oh baby, you're beautiful, aren't you?

What have you and your friends been doing, babe?

- Oh Tim, wait and see.

- Oh my God, it's a dream come true.

I missed four passes yesterday. I couldn't take it.

Oh, baby.

Oh, you're wonderful.

Oh, my God.

Oh, baby.

Oh damn, baby.

Oh, baby.

Baby, don't choke. Stay alive.

- Mmh!

- Oh, yeah.

Oh, baby.

Pull the head.

Pull it.

Pull the head.

Oh, baby.

Pull the head.

Pull it. Pull it.

Pull it.

Pull it.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, baby.

Oh, oh.

Pull the head.

Pull it.

Pull the head.

Pull the head.

Oh, baby.

Oh, yes.

- What in the world?

Tim, I want you to leave immediately.

Get out of here. Listen, come back here. Come back here.

You report to me to my office first thing in the morning.

Young lady, this is outrageous.

You come with me to my office right now.

- Yes, Mr. Biddle.

Please, Mr. Biddle, just don't tell my parents.

Please.

Please, Mr. Biddle, please. Please don't tell my parents.

I beg you, please don't tell them. They'll kill me.

- I am really surprised at you, Donna.

You know the rules here.

How could you so wantonly break them?

- I'm sorry, Mr. Biddle. I didn't mean to break a rule.

I swear to God I'll never do it again. Just don't tell my parents.

- Your parents should know. They're the ones that deal with this.

All right, stop crying.

Stop crying. I won't tell your parents.

I won't tell your parents.

What you need, young lady, is a good spanking.

- I don't care. Just don't tell my parents.

- I'm just the one to give it to you.

Come over here.

- Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me.

- Just what is all this about this company you girls have formed?

We picked it up, Mr. Biddle.

- What kind of services are you providing?

- We picked it up, Mr. Biddle.

We don't do anything wrong.

I'll do anything you like.

Anything.

- What do you mean, anything?

- Well, what would you like?

- What would I like?

- Anything you like.

Just please don't tell my parents.

- Do you mean it? Anything?

- Yes, Mr. Biddle. Anything.

- Well, are you sure?

- Yes, Mr. Biddle.

- What I always wanted to do was

pull up your skirt and take down your pants

and spank your bare bottom.

- That's okay, Mr. Biddle.

- Are you serious?

- Yes, Mr. Biddle.

- Are you all right?

- Yes, Mr. Biddle. Whatever you say.

- Will that cost me very much?

- I'll leave that entirely up to you.

- Well, all right.

- Just don't hurt me, Mr. Biddle.

Please.

Ow!

Cw!

Oh!

Ow.

Ow.

Ow!

Ow.

Okay, don't hurt me, Mr. Biddle.

Ow.

Oh!

Oh!

- Really not a bad idea, this company of girls you've formed.

- God, are we in trouble. What did he say?

- Don't worry about it. I talked to him, and everything is okay.

- Really? - Yes, he's really an alright guy.

- I wonder why he's being so cool about it.

- Well, just don't worry about it. Be glad.

- Hey Yunno, I guess I just don't know human nature.

- Wears no underwear, you say?

- Yeah,

she's sixteen, pretty, and she'll definitely play.

- Isn't that sorta dangerous?

- Don't worry about it, Ashley. We'll work around it.

It's gonna cost you though, Ash. - Well, I don't know.

- Oh, here she comes right now. You can see for yourself.

- Here are the towels you wanted. Can I swap for the day?

- Uh, one more thing, Lisa. Thank you very much.

Would you get me that clipboard over there by the phone?

- Sure thing.

- Here's your clipboard, Hamilton.

- Thanks, Lisa. - Can I leave now?

- Uh, no. Wait.

First, I'd like you to meet my friend Ashley.

Ashley, Lisa. - How do you do?

- Hi, Lisa.

- I was telling Ashley about you and your friends

and the services you perform.

- Yeah tell me, is there anything you girls don't do?

Oh, well Yunno we're good girls,

and I think you know what I mean by that.

But Yunno, whatever we can't give you, we make up in enthusiasm.

- Sounds good.

- Uh Lisa,

Ashley and I will be finished with this game in just a few minutes.

Would you bring us a few fresh towels and meet us in the locker room?

- Sure thing, guys.

Catch you later. - Thank you very much.

- Come on, Ash.

We're gonna have one hell of a night tonight, Ashley.

- Yeah? - Yeah. What do you say?

Let's head for the showers, huh?

I tell you, these babes are really something.

You've gotta see them. Sixteen years old, built like this.

- Sounds good. - You're gonna like it.

You never had anything like it before in your life.

- Okay.

- Oh my god. - Don't let it scare you, honey.

You'll have the time of your life.

- Oh Debbie, you look great.

Oh!

You know, we can't go on like this. It's killing me.

I mean, can't we do something more?

- But Mr. Greenfield, we girls promised ourselves

that we wouldn't spoil ourselves for our future husbands.

- Yunno, but there are other things you can do that won't spoil you.

- Well, I guess the other girls are more experienced in matters like that.

- Oh, yes. Well look, I don't want the other girls.

I want you.

Look, I'll make you a deal, okay?

I'll put up all the money for your trip to Texas, okay?

I'll also pay for your other girlfriend's hotel expenses

if they don't have the money in two weeks, okay?

- Oh Mr. Greenfield, that's wonderful!

But what am I gonna have to do?

- Well, we'll work something out, okay?

It'll be a surprise.

- Hello?

Oh, hi, Tam. How are you doing?

Oh, you don't need me.

Yes, I did it yesterday. It was a cinch, Yunno?

Real fun. You oughta enjoy it.

Oh, come on.

You know, don't be scared. It's okay.

It really is easy, god.

But you know it'll cost me, too.

Do you really think so?

If you're sure, anything for the old cause.

Catch you later, okay? Bye-bye.

- How are you girls doing today?

- The other girls are doing fine.

- What about you?

- I seem to be trailing behind.

- And why is that?

- I guess I just need more time.

- Hi, I'm Lisa.

- Hi, Lisa. - Yeah,

Tammy and I are both in the teen services company,

and she tells me that you're interested in what we have to offer.

- What do you have to offer? - Oh, anything.

- You mean you'll do anything I like? - Not anything.

- Oh, but I'm sure we can work it out.

- Oh, definitely we can work it out.

Tammy, go lock up.

- Okay.

You mean I can have anything?

- Almost.

- What'll it cost me?

- Oh, we'll leave that up to you.

- Mr. Greenfield, I'm here dressed as you wanted me.

- Debbie, this is Mr. Greenfield.

Please lock the doors and come up to the mezzanine level.

- Uh-huh.

Mr. Greenfield?

Mr. Greenfield?

Mr. Greenfield?

Mr. Greenfield, where are you?

- Debbie?

- Mr. Greenfield! - Debbie.

Debbie.

Debbie. - Mr. Greenfield.

Debbie.

- Mr. Greenfield. - Debbie.

Debbie.

Ever since I was a kid,

I wanted to be captain of the football team,

but I was too small.

I had one thing that was big enough.

- My, Mr. Greenfield, how big you are.

- I've always dreamed of being a quarterback

and making love to the captain of the cheerleaders.

- Am I doing all right, Mr. Greenfield?

- Oh, yeah.

God, how long I've waited.

- Let me take your pants down.

- Do it.

Come here.

- Oh Mr. Greenfield, you're so strong.

- That's because I eat my Wheaties every day.

So tight.

So tight.

- Oh, Mr. Greenfield.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, Mr. Greenfield.

Oh, Mr. Greenfield!

Oh, Mr. Greenfield.

Oh, Mr. Greenfield.

Oh, Mr. Greenfield!

Oh, Mr. Greenfield.

Oh, Mr. Greenfield.

- This is Blar Wrght Dallas Special.