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I'm going to lie back on the center of
the bed.

I'd like for you to stand over me with
your feet at my shoulders.

Hike up your skirt with your right hand,
then pull your panties.

Are they white cotton?

Regulation.

Pull them all the way over to the left
side using your left hand.

Squat forward, bending your knees as far
as you can while still keeping your

feet flat on the ground.

Then urinate on my face.

Anything else?

When you're through you can leave.

Why here?

Fond memories?

Sarah and I spent more time in this room
than we did in our college

dorms.

It was our little oasis.

Of course, it seemed nicer back then.

I'm sure.

I'm going to change.

That's really not necessary.

This should more than compensate you for
your time.

I didn't know I was getting paid.

Why would I expect you to do this for
free?

It's your job, right?

I just figured it was in exchange for
you not telling my parents.

Why would I tell them?

Wouldn't you want to know if you were
them?

Absolutely not.

What, you'd want to know if your mother
were turning tricks?

My mother wouldn't...

Though I could have

said no.

You still can.

You can walk right... You can leave
right now if you want to.

Well, I was just going to fix myself a
drink.

You want anything?

I'm fine.

Thank you.

Hey, you want to go get... Here.

Go ahead.

You've got everything you came for.

Warm arms.

A warm bed.

Fall into when you can't get what

you did out of your head.

Go on.

You've made yourself clear.

You're no good for no one now.

You put your selfish hands and your
selfish

tongue on my body.

Hi, this is Brittany.

You called?

How does it usually start?

With a stranger.

That really make a difference?

What do you think?

I'll start it off with some small talk.

Like...

What do you do for a living?

What do you like to do for fun? You ever
ask someone they're hiring an escort?

Usually becomes obvious.

Then let me ask you, why the hell do
you...

I like to fuck, okay?

So get a... a boyfriend.

Make some other 18 -year -old feel like
the luckiest person alive.

You've obviously never been with a high
school boy.

No, uh, no.

Can't say that I have.

It isn't pretty.

They're like weed whackers or something.

And then first thing Monday morning, all
the kids at school know every detail.

And then some.

And then some?

Schoolboys exaggerate.

Yeah, well, the exaggerations only get
bigger as we get older.

I doubt any of my clients brag about
what we do.

Well, come on, Daphne.

Who's going to brag about paying for
sex?

They treat me with respect.

I'm serious. They treat me better than
any guy I've ever dated. You dated the

wrong guy.

Take a look at what's out there.

So, um, poor little Daphne sells her
body because she can't get a date.

I sell a fantasy for five or six hours a
week.

I make more money than my dad makes.

He hates his job.

What do you do with all that cash?

Drugs?

I'm saving for a rainy day.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, really? I've saved almost all of it.
Well, I hate to be the one to break

this to you, but they're all rainy days.

Actually, it's beautiful out today.

No one's forcing you to do this? No
pimp? No. No.

Nothing like that at all.

You're a willing victim.

I don't consider myself a victim.

It's exciting. It's a rush.

I'm in control. You could never get
hurt.

There's no emotional attachment, so no.
I don't know how I could get hurt.

At least I like my job.

Did Sarah like to fuck?

You guys came here all the time, right?

Certainly not for the view.

No, not for the view.

I guess I'll take that drink now if you
don't mind.

Please.

Thank you

We

come here Sarah and I

You, uh... Being alone.

Dining at the... Dining at the what?

Did you

figure

them all out?

GFE.

Girlfriend experience, right?

It basically just means I kissed on the
mouth.

Well, then wouldn't K -O -M make a lot
more sense?

Some are vague that way, but a few are
right on the money.

Like B -B -B -J.

Bareback blowjob means no condom.

Very good.

And dining at the Y.

Yeah, that one at least made sense.

I mean, as much sense as any of this.

So, will you really do anything and
everything?

That's your motto, right?

So, you were partially right before.

About not being able to find a date on a
Saturday night.

I was tired of being alone.

No friends?

None worth talking about.

So, I'm looking through the paper for a
movie, a band, like anything to do. I'm

not about to sit home and sulk again.

And that's when I noticed the escort ads
in the back.

It was a fantasy.

That word again.

It's a good word.

Suddenly I was completely turned on by
the idea of fucking some stranger for

money.

What about the house kids white picket
fence fantasy?

Yeah, what about it?

So, I called one of the numbers and said
I was looking for work.

About an hour later, I met the owner of
the coffee shop.

Told me what to charge for full service
and massage, and yes, if I knew what

would be expected of me.

Did you?

No idea.

Never even given a massage in my life.

But... You could fake your way through
the rest.

More than fake my way.

He gave me a beeper and told me someone
would be in touch. It went off before I

finished my latte.

So, did that first time live up to your
fantasy?

No, not at all.

I returned the beeper the next morning.

Why?

You felt...

Degraded. No, it was too goofy to be
degrading.

Okay, then scared.

But not scared off.

I wanted to be self -employed.

I did some online research.

I got one of those prepaid cell phones
and placed my ad.

I bought this uniform and thought it'd
be my gimmick.

Since you're getting a real schoolgirl,
I could charge more.

But... But if that first time didn't
fulfill your fantasy... I wanted to

give it another try. I mean, most of the
time I don't even know what my

fantasies are until they start to
happen. And it's like, oh yeah, that

me.

I don't know.

Perhaps this fulfilled something else.

Do you trust me?

You're paying me to trust you.

Now

lie

back on the center of the bed.

Phil.

You like being blindfolded?

Um, with Harlan, yeah.

It's fun not knowing what's going to
happen next. What about being in

Who said anything about not being in
control?

I, um, I take it you see him regularly?

Once a week for about an hour or so.

Almost like dating.

It's not like we talk on the phone or
eat dinner.

You just skip all that and get right to
the good stuff.

Most of my clients are regulars. It's
only if I'm feeling adventurous that I

someone new.

Her name's Brittany.

Where'd you find her?

No, wait a minute. It's this site, man.
It's got all these ads from all these 18

-year -old chicks from across the
country. Yeah, right. If you haven't

she's probably older than your mom.

Yeah, but... You know, I spent like 500
bucks just for an hour with her. Whoa,

no piece is worth 500 bucks.

Now we can get it for free.

Yeah, Mike.

Mike,

Mike, Mike.

Mike,

Mike, Mike.

While these guys are getting me a drink,
you and I are going to play a round of

snap.

Pick a bracelet.

Pull it really hard.

Orange.

You get a kiss.

What sort of mood do you have to be in
for that?

Depressed.

Oh, and what? Being groped by a dozen
guys at a bachelor party cheers you up?

They're harmless.

Besides, I only use my safe bracelets.

They didn't protect your secret from me.

It's just... What?

This is so embarrassing.

I know what it's like to be the popular
girl for an hour.

Daphne.

This.

Today.

All of it. Every time.

It makes me less invested with life at
school and at home. And it's...

Mine.

It's just mine.

And because of it, I don't have to play
the game. I don't have to pretend to be

friends with people that I hate.

And I don't need to rely on anyone.

Not even my parents.

A little bit of a fuck you that helps
get me through the day

I'll be right back.

You know, when I was growing up, it was
just me and my mom.

And we were really poor.

So she would buy things at fire sales,
thrift stores, you know, whatever was

cheapest.

One day I come home from second grade,
and there are all these boxes in our

apartment stacked to the ceiling.

She had bought 20 cases of hotel soap
for five bucks.

I didn't even use a normal -sized bar of
soap until I got to college.

The money in the briefcase.

I told you, it's for you.

I'm not so poor anymore.

Oh, jeez, I'm sorry.

About what?

I'm just peeing. I know, but... Please,
I have one client who pays to have me

pee on his face.

And that's okay?

$500 to take a pee?

Awesome.

A lot of my guys don't even want sex.

We just talk for like most of the hour.

They talk to me.

Because if they have...

No one else to talk to.

No one in the world who finds him
interesting.

Who wants to listen.

I don't know.

Then I give them a blowjob and send them
on their way.

You'd be amazed at how many wives won't
do that.

I understand not wanting to pee on your
husband's face, but come on, a blowjob?

Wait, I thought you just said they
didn't want sex.

Not sex.

A blowjob.

A blowjob isn't sex?

No.

Sex is penis entering the vagina.

But if you... No.

Penis, vagina, period.

Get it straight.

Where'd you get this definition?

What do you mean, where?

Okay. So, you have your first real
boyfriend and the subject finally comes

with your parents. Are you and David
having sex?

They never ask questions like, Daphne,
do you let David fuck you in the ass?

Does David eat your pussy?

Do you give David blowjobs?

It's always, are you having sex?

That's the question.

No variations allowed.

It's almost as if they're reading an
instruction manual, and if they don't

it right, they fail as parents.

And their kids will grow up to be
prostitutes.

Well, at the very least.

You know, for me, it was always pretty
much if you touched someone below the

waist, that was sex.

Christ, making out was sex.

Dude, things have changed since you were
in school.

I need another drink.

You? You're paying me. You don't have to
get me drunk.

No, I'm not.

I'm kidding.

So, what do you remember about Sarah?

Um, definitely white chocolate macadamia
nut cookies.

She used to make those just for you, you
know.

I used to dream about those cookies.

My first fantasy.

I'd come home from school and I just
knew she'd been baking the whole street

smelled like white chocolate and cookie
dough.

So good.

I guess I was 13 when it happened.

My parents tried to explain, but, you
know, my... No, I'm not even sure I

understood.

Not completely.

I did.

At least one thing.

What's that?

I just never wanted to be as sad as you.

What do you remember about Sarah?

So you never leave your house anymore,
and it's kind of weird.

Not completely true.

Every Monday, I still go for pizza, just
like I always did with Sarah.

Sally's, Peppy's, Modern. Peppy's. Thank
you very much.

I pull into the parking lot right at 4 o
'clock as they're about to open.

Sit in booth 22 with my back to the door
so I don't see anyone.

And no MCT. And I order the same thing
every week. A large white clam and

pie with a pitcher of beer.

It was the one ritual I wouldn't allow
myself to give up.

Unlike work and... Work?

Seemed pointless. I... There was no one
to return home to anymore.

I think I'll definitely take another
drink now after all.

Why not, right?

Exactly. No, I got it, I got it.

I don't think I could sleep.

I got high hopes and a sure little
reach.

I'm bloated and sure.

I don't live here no more.

I got all the symptoms of medicine.

No cure.

I'm warm and detached.

In a photograph.

My hand isn't hurt.

My hand isn't hurt. Max, your breakfast
is up here.

Max, come here, boy.

Come here boy.

So, what do you do for fun?

Sell things on eBay.

Ferris things, mostly.

That's fun.

Keeps me occupied.

I used to like sitting out on my deck.

Especially this time of year.

Cold drink in hand.

Toss a couple tennis balls to Max.

You know, I'm okay in the knowledge that
everything comes to an end.

Makes me feel safe, even.

Sarah used to do that for me.

Make me feel safe.

Just knowing she'd be there when I
walked through the front door enabled

me to do just about anything.

It was yours.

Yeah.

It was mine.

What about you?

Fun. Oh, fun.

The crossword puzzle every morning?

No, that's excitement.

It wakes me up.

It makes me feel smart.

Productive even.

Getting accepted into Yale doesn't make
you feel smart?

Just means I didn't get into Harvard.

And... What about when you're with
Harlan? How does that make you feel?

Oh, let me tell you...

How old is he?

He's like 32.

And is that about average?

Most of the guys are older than that,
like 40, 50.

Doesn't it bother you that you're
fulfilling this schoolgirl fantasy for

someone old enough to be your father?

Older guys are hot.

And come on, is there anything wrong
with fantasy? I mean, doesn't everybody

have one? Aren't they always playing in
the backs of our minds like you're in

defeat or tickle torture?

You see someone you find attractive and
the next thing you know... You're

picturing them in bondage gear.

If that's what you're into, yeah.

Why not?

I don't know.

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

You saw me at that bachelor party and
that changed everything.

Got you thinking.

Come on, tell me. How long have you been
fantasizing about what we're going to

do?

With you specifically?

I would hope so, but with anyone.

It really never entered my mind until
I...

I knew you were available.

And then... Never before that.

Not even when you'd lie in bed awake at
night.

No.

What about when you cum?

What do you mean?

I mean when you masturbate. Is this what
you're thinking about?

No.

Really? God, when I come, I'm like off
on some other planet, never thinking

about the person that I'm with.

Could that be because you're with some
guy who's spanking you?

Shut up.

Let's be clear on one thing.

Never came that first time. Yeah, but
you know what I mean.

No, not even with the people that I
like.

Harlan?

Nope.

Does that bother you?

It used to, but now I just think it's
normal.

I mean, one of my regulars, he told me
that when he comes with his wife, he

pictures me giving head to someone else.

What does he picture when he's coming
with you?

His wife getting gang banged, of course.

And this is normal?

I'm afraid it's more normal than any of
us are willing to admit.

Good.

Do you mind if I take my clothes off?

You're my guest.

Impressive. That would be part of Mr.
Chang's fantasy.

Another of your regulars?

First and third Saturday of the month.

What else is Mr.

Chang like?

To toss my salad.

And you like this?

I don't like it. I'm not in control.

Okay, so you...

talk yourself into.

I enjoy the pleasure he gets out of
doing it.

After I undress, I'm to kneel on the
edge of the bed with my knees spread at

least 24 inches apart.

Specific. It's all in the details.

You visualize that the fantasy so many
times in your head. It's what you're

paying for.

My shoulders have to be down touching
the bed.

I can't speak.

I can only breathe heavily or whimper.

Whimper? If I have to.

And... And he... That's it. I mean,
that's all he wants.

Maybe that's enough.

For him, I really believe that it is.

What is it?

Nothing.

Come on, what could...

Possibly be embarrassing now.

Oh, this.

All right.

After our first time, he told me I
tasted like sweet and sour chicken.

Tastes just like chicken.

It's not funny.

I'm sorry.

I haven't eaten Chinese since.

I used to love Chinese.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hi, this is Brittany. Who called?

We... I

like

this room.

Comfy.

When you, uh...

Wouldn't you prefer the bedroom?

You'll have a much better time in here.

I will.

I promise.

Don't you want to talk first?

Talk later.

Right now, we're going to play around
with this.

We're going to pick a break button and
pull it really hard.

What if I break it?

You win.

What do I win?

Depends on the color, Rick.

Who's my favorite color?

Mine's you.

Hi.

I've never won anything before.

What do I get?

Just one.

I like this game.

What's brown for?

That would be Mr. Chang's favorite.

Green?

Dining at the Y.

Love that one.

Oh, yeah.

Black. Sex.

Penis, vagina, sex.

We've been through this. It's the only
kind.

Right.

And please inform me... Which are the
safe ones?

Well, orange you know.

Yellow's hug.

Red is lap dance.

Oh, okay.

So, you never take them off during a
call?

They're the source of my secret powers.

Is there anything else you would like to
know, Mr. Drake?

Please, it's Buddy.

Is that your real name?

Why? I don't know. You don't seem like a
buddy. Oh, you don't seem like a

Brittany.

No, but works for the job.

Conjures up the right images.

Oh.

Well, Brittany.

My real name is Nicholas Drake Jr.

That's not so bad.

I hated being called Junior as a kid, so
I told everyone to call me Buddy.

You know, I think that's what I miss the
most.

Kissing.

You haven't kissed anyone?

Nothing, Sarah.

That's a long time.

Enjoy the show. I just needed to know it
was really you.

And now that you do.

Do you like looking at me?

More than I want to admit.

You can admit it all you want.

No one will know.

You have beautiful hands.

I'm sure that's exactly what you like
looking at.

Um, among other things, I just...

I wish you were a little... Older.

Not like you've heard that one before.

Yeah, it's right up there with... If
only I weren't married, then things

be completely different.

And I wouldn't like looking at you
anymore.

No, you'd probably still like looking at
me, but...

One thou -

I almost quit one.

There's a millionaire's boys club run
out of a hotel in Manchester.

The president of Grove Aircraft and,
like, everyone important who works

all men, all white, all married, they
meet Saturday nights to play cards.

And do they play cards?

Yeah, but...

They also have three or four girls
waiting in as many rooms.

Everyone just takes turns or does
whatever they're in the mood for.

It was the most I ever made at one time.

And they've called me every week since,
but I can't do it again.

Why not?

It was the only time that I ever felt
like a

whore.

It was like a frat party for 50 -year
-olds.

Not one of them like women or even sex.
It was all about high -fiving, bragging

to your friends about some hot piece of
ass.

But...

If that's the fantasy, if that's what
they're paying for.

I know, but it didn't turn me on. It was
gross.

Chang doesn't really turn you on either,
does he?

I like Mr. Chang.

He's gentle and respectful.

His enthusiasm is admirable.

And with Mr. Chang, it's not about
bragging. It's about need.

Need.

Yeah.

Just like you need to eat your pizza
every Monday night, Mr. Chang needs to

my ass.

Simple as that.

If he could do it to his wife, I'm sure
that he would.

You honestly believe that?

I want to believe that.

Want or need?

Do you remember Zach?

Yeah, vaguely.

A tall, skinny kid you were hanging out
with last summer.

You introduced me once. He seemed
polite.

You want to talk about getting hurt?

You don't have to.

No, I... I've never told anyone why we
broke up. Well, your secret is safe

with me.

So, my parents were away for the
weekend, and Zach was going to stay

We'd been together for like a year and a
half at that point.

But this would be the first time we'd
get to spend the night together.

We were fooling around. It was pretty,
you know, intense.

We'd been having sex for a while at this
point.

He was my first.

My first everything.

Your first kiss?

I think he was the first boy who ever
wanted to kiss me.

But a high school boy, right?

My first weed whacker.

I didn't know any better at the time.

Anyways, I really wanted this night to
be special, you know, do something wild,

something he'd never forget.

So I turned onto my stomach and I asked
him if he wanted to experiment.

Experiment?

Meaning?

We've just seen Last Tango in Paris.

What?

He sat up and he asked why and he got
all red in the face

and I don't know, like there was
something wrong with him even thinking

or something.

I don't know.

Maybe you're not supposed to figure out
the fantasy?

Maybe.

He said that only sweats did that and he
wasn't dating a sweat.

That's harsh.

It's better.

He got up and got dressed and left.

And he never talked to me again.

I just, I don't get it. I don't know
what I did that was so...

You stripped away

all his secret powers.

Right.

It's okay to fantasize about me being a
slut, but I definitely can't act like

one.

Inside for days and days and days.

You miss the flowers, all the change.

Now it's gray and you are still.

You know it always passes on.

Come on, come on, it passes on.

Get a little sunshine.

Work it out, work it out out there.

Zach used to do this weird thing.

He'd be at my house, we'd say goodnight,
he'd leave.

And then, like, 13 minutes and some
seconds later, he'd call just to let me

he made it home.

He always wanted to let me know
everything was okay without my asking.

I miss that.

Did Zach like to exaggerate?

First day of my sophomore year at Yale.

My schedule was a disaster. I'm thinking
that this semester is going to be

pure torture.

I get back to my dorm room and I can't
find the fucking key.

I don't even remember my roommate's
name.

Now I'm locked out with like... like a
dollar in my wallet the day cannot

possibly get any worse and that's when
the music started

blaring from this room across the hall
so i'm about to

go pound on the door you know like turn
that crap down please i'm having a bad

day but um

But I don't know, something in the song
that was playing just caught my

attention.

So instead, I took a seat out in the
hall,

my back to my door, and just started

to listen.

I mean, really listen.

11 song, 33 minutes, and I don't know,
some 29 seconds later, the

album's over.

And I had no idea who the band was or if
I'd ever get a chance to find

out, but here I was, sitting on the
floor in my

sophomore dorm, having a...

life -changing experience.

So, after, I don't know, ten minutes of
absolute silence,

I stood, finally, and headed, I don't
know where I was heading,

but the door opened.

She was beautiful.

But not just beautiful. There was
something else. I felt like... I knew

never seen her before.

But I felt somehow like... Like I
recognized her.

You know, like she'd always been there
in the back of my mind.

Anyway, it turns out she's been watching
me the whole time through the

peephole.

She invited me in, and I never left.

Does it get easier over time?

What?

Losing someone you love.

No.

Well, I could lie and tell you it does.

But that hasn't been the case for me.

Zach would never talk about his ex
-girlfriend, even when I'd ask.

He'd just close up and say it didn't
matter.

They always matter.

Yeah, I found out later from a friend
that his ex -girlfriend partied a lot

cheated on him all the time.

What's her name, Brittany?

She went to a Catholic school and had
really rich parents.

Pleasure to meet you, Brittany.

I never would have cheated on him.

Sure you would have.

No, I don't. He was your first.

Everything.

One day, you would have wondered what it
was like to kiss someone

else.

Be with someone different Whether it
mattered or not

something like that

So it wouldn't have lasted anyway

Men are threatened

by sexually aggressive women But isn't
that

the whole or a fantasy?

Well, you know, it's one thing to watch
someone else doing it on video or to

think about the possibilities.

But... But...

We're frightened by those fantasies.

But you would think that the person you
date or... I don't know, it would be...

Someone you could experiment with, have
fun with, not hide from them who you

really are.

I'm not so sure our fantasies honestly
reflect who we really are.

I think they do.

And I think that's probably why they're
so scary to all of us.

What about with you and Sarah?

In the beginning, it was amazing.

But then time stepped in.

That's depressing.

It happens.

A little bit of a fuck you that makes
the day seem endless.

Are many of your clients married?

Um, I'd say about half.

Does that bother you at all?

Should it?

I honestly don't know.

I mean, I'm not the problem.

I'm sure many of the wives would
disagree.

Only because they don't want to take
responsibility for the problems in their

own marriages.

But if you weren't selling this
schoolgirl fantasy,

maybe the husbands would never have
strayed.

But the husbands came looking for me.

So that's what you'd say if confronted
by one of their wives?

I'd tell her that for an hour.

I made her husband feel a little bit
less alone.

Would you tell her how he made you feel?

December 31st, 8 -11 -59, I think I'm
happy now,

at least from time to time, I had to let
it go, I had to

let it slip, funny how it all works out,
when you're giving up on it,

rooftops and stars above,

the smell of cold dead leaves, our skin
was all in now.

You were more than under me.

Cause I need to return to rust.

Cause I need to return to rust.

Cause I need to return to rust.

Cause I need to return to rust.

What would you do if one of your
regulars fell in love with you?

I wouldn't want to know.

But...

You admit that it's possible?

Perhaps.

Could you ever

fall in love with one of them?

Yeah.

Thank you.

I can't do this.

Of course you can.

You don't understand.

I've known you my whole life. It'll be
okay.

What does clear mean?

Clear means I'll do anything.

What?

Lie back on the pillows.

Hello. I'd like to make an appointment
with Brittany.

to have the biggest crush on you.

I never knew that.

I used to cut off the lights in my room
and just watch you for like hours.

You just sit there not moving.

When was this?

Seventh grade.

Somehow got in my head that...

You never dated anyone after Sarah
because you were waiting for me.

I was so angry.

Because you walked out on you.

I... I lacked ambition.

I was content in my little house, my
little job,

and my little wife. I thought I was
happy.

Were you?

It sure felt like it at the time.

My way of dealing with all that
happiness.

What makes you think I would do that?

I need you to do this for me, Daphne.

I need to stop thinking about her.

Exactly like I said.

All by yourself.

A pity you must take it.

You are alone.

You are alone.

The girl you hate, she loves you so.

She'd do anything for you, I know.

She sits and stares so all alone.

Pulling out hairs, staring at the phone.

Why won't you call her?

Make her blue, girl.

the girl you hate.

She's