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So, and what now? What you want more?

You want this, what every day, every man, every time? Tell me.

You want to see all my body?

Just tell me.

You'd like to see something?

You'd like to see my feet?

My legs?

Tell me.

Oh, you'd like to see my pussy?

I can show you, if you want so much.

It all began when the editor-in-chief asked me to do an explosive story,

something about sexual mores, about habits, but with a strong hook.

Straight away, I figured I'd do something about prostitution, but not

about streetwalkers, something about high-class broads, the professionals,

the ones that are known as call girls.

The problem was where to start.

Brad, an old buddy of mine, told me about a joint he knew, a place for johns

with plenty of cash.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Wow.

All right.

Thank you.

Bye.

Now, Jessica was a really sensational chick.

Brad and I had never fucked anyone quite like her.

It seemed to me that this was the best way to get into this world built on

money, women, and men who were above suspicion.

Jessica told us about a friend of hers, Monica.

It seemed that one of Monica's regular clients was some rich businessman with a

reputation to protect.

So much so that he never met the girls in places.

frequented by other jobs.

After arranging to pick her up in a well-known street in the center of town,

they went for a drive in his chauffeur-driven limousine, and he

almost always fucked her in the car.

I reached an agreement with Monica to try and get some footage of what went on

on the road.

in the back of that car.

oh no oh

Yeah.

We tried to get as close as we could, but the chauffeur seemed to know what we

were after, and I couldn't take a chance of getting the chick into a difficult

situation, so we let it go.

Look, the driver's outside.

Don't let her go.

We still had to find a way to do the story.

Fuck, I'm a dead hand.

I have to change the image of this report.

Look like a bunch of paparazzi.

I don't think anyone minds seeing a prostitute with her client.

So change the theme of your report. Find a girl who will talk about her life or

passions or hobbies.

I don't know, something like that.

I've got to change the theme of my report.

People are simply fed up with marvelous TV reports. They've had enough of that

something.

Never mind, we'll think of something.

Finally, I was able to get hold of Patricia, another top-class coal girl,

or so Jessica described it to me, a real pro.

But she warned me it would be difficult to get her to talk about her work.

I promised her I'd do an interview about her free time, what she did when she

wasn't working, ask her about her hobbies, what she did in the mornings.

We talked for hours, and I finally managed to get her relaxed, talking

about her daily routine, her beautiful flat, her passion for sports, what she

did to keep herself fit.

Patricia, is that your real name or the name of the girl?

I love this girl. Yeah, I love Maya.

It's not your... Okay.

So in fact, if I'm here, it's because I have to do a report with women who do

the same kind of job as you.

But I'm more interested about the woman behind me, not the girl up front.

So you are nosy about my life, yes?

Yes, exactly. I would like to know how you live your normal day. What sort of

things you like.

You know, on my normal day, I live like every other people, you know. But only

night, my life changed.

So, this woman, what she like to do? She likes to cook, go jogging maybe?

I like to do many things, you know.

Like you say, I have a lot of friends. I do a lot of things for fun.

I like to cook.

Sometimes. It's good to have a perfect body like the one that you have. Okay.

You have to work very hard at it. Sometimes.

And I'm not too much lazy, you know.

Swimming? Running?

Also, but you know, when I work all night, my sport is also sleeping all

day. Well.

Well, listen, I'd like to actually right now take my camera with me, and I wonder

if it would be possible to continue this interview with the camera.

I'm not sure, but... Okay, we can try.

Let me turn it on and we'll just see, okay?

The interview continued. It seemed relaxed and peaceful.

Taking a great deal of care, I tried to probe into her more intimate side to

find out what I was really after.

I felt a strong attraction for Patricia.

What I really liked was how sweet she came across in contrast to the kind of

work she did.

After all the patient approach work, we finally got to what I was really after.

Patricia came out with something that was really fascinating.

I think it's nothing interesting too much, you know, it's just, just like a

nice life, you know.

Sometimes very wild, sometimes very quiet, that kind.

But you won't know exactly, but you won't hear the story.

I was in Paris, a nice big house, something like, like my, you know, but

much better, you know.

Some new experiment.

What I tell you, you want to hear all of this story?

It's unbelievable, you know.

You know, following love with women is some new experiment also. It's different

like with men, you know.

But you cannot know.

The next day, Patricia wanted to pick up where we'd left off, and we arranged to

meet up at her place.

Well, Mr.

Journalist, I think you count too much in my privacy, hmm?

You know, I think for today it's enough.

You don't have enough, Mr. Journalist?

But that wasn't enough, even for her.

We kept on shooting, and she showed me a really hot little stripper.

How are you today?

You know, I was thinking, I don't know, I understand.

You like touch my body?

While I was trying to edit the images that we'd already recorded, I became

aware of Diana watching me. She seemed to be interested, but I felt that this

was beginning to create problems.

She was jealous.

Never before had I seen Diana so full of desire.

Something strange was also happening to me.

I was fucking Diana, but inside my head all the time, I couldn't stop thinking

about her.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Hello?

Hello?

beautiful pool.

So what did you do here today?

You want to tell me something special?

No, nothing special.

I was in the neighborhood and just wanted to say hello.

You know, I think you must go because I have another client.

Those words kept on going round and round in my head. Hearing them spoken by

her lips was like having nails driven into my heart.

I felt more trapped than ever. And in fact, that night was terrible. I had a

nightmare. Patricia was... Stripping off, but behind her lurked an

unsettling, masculine presence.

What a hellish night.

One.

So you drink tea and juice in the morning?

Yeah, I try to leave the house alive, you know.

I like the way you've done your hair this morning. You like it?

Is it papillon?

Yeah.

Is it nice? Really?

I like it.

You look very relaxed today.

No, it's very well.

It's important to sleep.

Yeah.

What you do is very special.

I don't think so, but it's a liking.

You know, I want to ask you something.

You are very beautiful.

You have told me a few things about your life, about your experiences, but

I don't understand why you do this.

If you were to do other things, you could make even more money.

Listen to me. You come here and make a report about my job, not about my

private life.

So take your camera and do your fucking work, you know?

So, and what now?

What you want more?

Like every time, you don't see everything like every man?

Always the same?

Hmm? Tell me.

You don't see my body?

You don't touch my body? You don't touch my legs?

You don't see my pussy?

Just tell me, hmm?

You don't touch?

You like this? Like this? Tell me.

Hmm?

You see?

You see everything?

You know that I'm all naked?

Like this? Or more and more?

Hmm? Tell me.

Okay, I'll show you.

You see?

One like this.

Hmm?

Or you want to see some more?

Hmm? Tell me.

Is this what you want?

So, you know, you've explained so many things about your life, about your job,

you gave me some anecdotes.

But if I want to go over my report with you, I want to ask you to organize a day

of work for me.

Do you think that's possible?

You want so much?

I can do this for you. If you really want, I can organize.

And so I was about to get what I'd been after. This footage would undoubtedly

give the story what it needed.

Patricia had organized a date with some John which I was going to be able to

film. Everything had been set up. I would head in a way so that I could film

it all without being seen.

It made me feel like a peeping Tom. I felt weird and I didn't know why.

Maybe I just didn't want to.

I felt like hell, and I didn't know what was getting to me most, the agitation of

being hidden away there like a peeping Tom, or the rage that came over me

watching Patricia in the arms of another man.

The weirdest part was that I couldn't stop recording, couldn't stop staring at

that body, so beautiful, so full of latent sensuality.

I was furious.

I couldn't understand how the hell she could be so natural and self-assured

knowing that I was there recording the scene.

I felt deeply disturbed and I knew that I wanted her desperately.

Help me, please.

Hmm.

So now you have what you need.

I hope you will do a good job.

And try and not find me anymore.

Watching the images of her naked body, her hands caressing that man with that

defiant expression on her face was driving me crazy. It was so weird. Never

before had any story disturbed me this deeply.

Patricia had disappeared.

I tried to call her on various occasions, but all I got was the

answering machine.

I wanted to see her again, but she never answered my messages.

So here I am, back where I started.

I never would have thought, after so many experiences, that I was going to

lose my way.

Oh no.

I cannot do it.

Thank you.

Okay.

I'd lost all hope. Patricia had told me she was going on holiday, and later I

found a message on my answering machine. It was just one word.

Patricia.

I decided to go to her place. My heart was going like a jackhammer. As I raced

through the night, I felt happy, yet at the same time, I was gripped by fear.

Why didn't you call me?

I left you so many fucking messages. Why?

Sorry, it's my life, my job. I just outside with my clients, you know?

Why is it that you always try to appear to be what you're actually not?

Thank you.

Huh. Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

After that night, I didn't understand anything. I was a mess, and I still have

no idea what was going to happen.

Patricia invited me to a very special party. There was a new girl who was

about to enter their circle, which is what they were celebrating.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Um...

That night, Patricia had set up a really nice surprise for me. In fact, Jessica

had warned me that she was a real pro and I could easily become a weight

around her neck because she was the kind of girl who put her work before

everything else.

I guess I had also managed to shoot a great story and could at least feel

satisfied about that.

There's no doubt that on a professional level, things have begun to go well for

me. And these days, that's all that counts.