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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.

And 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.

Kyle, please.

I've been correcting papers all night.

I'm not in the mood.

Come on, Heather.

Look at us.

We're both young and healthy.

We should be screwing our brains out, not

worrying about early morning lit classes.

If you worried a little less about sex

and more about other things, we wouldn't be

selling the house right now.

I'm keeping you away.

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.

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.

Now, 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 spoke to you on the phone.

I came by to see the house.

Oh, yeah, right.

Come on in.

This is lovely.

I want to thank you for letting me

come by.

I know it's not officially listed 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...

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.

Hello?

Is this Starlight Escort?

The idea of calling an escort service was

exciting...

because it seemed like such a sleazy, sordid

thing to do...

and because it offered me something that I

wasn't getting from Heather.

Why are you staring at me?

I wasn't expecting someone so young and pretty.

Is this the first time you've done this?

Are all the Starlight Girls as pretty as

you?

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?

I think you're horny.

And I think you want to fuck me.

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.

Looking back on it now, it seems to

me that my wife wasn't the partner she

pretended to be.

Both on an intellectual and an emotional level.

I understand.

Seems I feel that way often.

The problem with most men is that...

they're just not liberated enough to treat a

woman as an equal.

Could you show me the rest of the

house now?

Oh, damn.

By all means.

You could get 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...

Then we thought it would be nice to

have...

And then...

You're a young man, Mr. Legg.

You can still have children.

Thank you.

Kyle, I don't think anymore this wine is

a real good idea.

I'm...

I'm kind of feeling...

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.

It makes people more interesting.

You know something?

I don't even know your name.

Oh, I...

No, no, I...

Don't tell me.

It's better this way.

I'm...

I'm married.

Are you happily married?

Well, I...

I...

I don't think that's...

But you're looking for something.

And I think I know what it is.

Kyle, this is not a good idea.

I have to leave.

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.

That's just it.

Look at you.

You're...

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?

Come here.

That's sweet, Kyle, but education ain't cheap.

Besides, what's gonna 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.

Yeah.

I'm watching this right now.

God, you know me better than Heather.

You know exactly what buttons to push and

when to push them.

Are you touching yourself?

Yes.

Are you?

You want me to?

Yes.

I wish I was touching you.

Mmm.

Tell me more.

I'd like to run my fingertips over you.

Just barely touching.

Watch the way your skin gets aroused.

Mmm.

That's nice.

I don't know if I could hold out.

Don't worry.

I'd stop you in time.

And then what?

Then I'd lay you down...

and stroke you...

and lick you...

and rub my tongue all around the places

that I know that turn you on until

you're about to explode.

Don't get me going anymore.

I can't help it.

Because I gotta see you.

I'm gonna make you finish what you started.

I want you to force me to do

it.

Tomorrow's my day.

I can have anything I want.

It's my birthday.

Mmm.

Good.

I can't wait.

I'm Lisa.

I'm your birthday present.

You shouldn't have.

How did you know what I wanted for

my birthday?

Well, honey, men are really easy to shop

for.

Get out of here.

Hello?

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?

I'm fine, thanks.

No, no, I'm glad you called.

I wanted to apologize for what happened.

I behaved like a fool.

I ran away.

What can I do for you, Irene?

Sure, anytime.

Well, now that I know your name, maybe

you should bring your husband along just in

case.

You're a real pro at this, huh?

You want me to do it?

No, no.

I've opened bottles of wine before.

Ooh!

Voila!

Here's to successful house hunting.

Nice wine, huh?

Why are you here?

To see the house.

Why don't you stop kidding yourself?

What do you mean?

You know exactly what I mean.

You're not filming this.

Okay.

Just sound.

No pictures, no names.

Just sound.

You're crazy.

Thank you.

I bet you were fantastic, 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.

Hello, Starlight?

Is Stacy there, please?

I'm not sure.

Can you check for me?

It's important.

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

11?

I'll be out front in my car.

Okay.

Thanks.

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.

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 when

we were ready, we went outside.

Panties and high heels.

They formed a big circle with chairs and

put a rug down in the middle of

the corner.

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 middle

of the rug and fucked them.

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.

You know, we just took care of them

with our hands.

Next time I call you, I want to

do something we've never done before.

Kyle Lake, nice to meet you.

Nice place.

Thank you.

No, thanks.

I'll keep my...

I gave mine to a guy at a

party once, never saw it again.

Someone snatched the motherfucker.

Nice, too.

Better not let me catch the asshole wearing

it, man.

Do you want

a piece?

What?

It's with you, man.

How do you get off?

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

out.

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 wiles, they transform themselves into

objects of desire in order to get their

men.

I don't see any love or sensitivity in

that.

Do you?

Did she get my messages?

What did she say?

Did she say when she'd get back to

me?

Look, it's very important that I speak to

her.

Is Lisa there?

Lisa.

Thanks.

Yeah, I'm still here.

Okay, if you could just tell Stacy that

I called.

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, uh, intense.

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 gonna be very profitable.

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.

I do.

What do you like about it?

Oh, 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...

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.

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 plan a

city, the first thing they do is figure

out 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.

Like to play games?

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.

You're crazy.

What's to become of us?

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 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, does it 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.

The two of you are planning to buy

a house together, for Christ's sake.

Buying a house together is like some people

having a baby to try to save their

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 until you both

reach a decision?

What if I told you I could leave

him within a week?

I'd say call me in a week.

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.

I'll hold back, denying myself those emotions.

But in doing that, I compress them, making

them more intense.

And that was exactly what Stacy was doing,

waiting for that one big orgasmic rush.

Is this the first time you've done this?

I want

to do something with you.

Hi.

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.

What's the matter?

Finished?

Like what?

I can't.

It's been so long.

Compromise.

Compromise.

I just don't feel comfortable.

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?

No, actually, I'm not.

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.

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

in.

Be nice.

Too busy to come over and...

That depends.

On you, Heather, lots of things.

That's what I wanted to talk to you

about.

I think Heather and I have finally reached

a decision about breaking up.

You think?

Yeah, definitely.

It's just that Heather's taking it kind of

hard.

Last night she tried seducing me.

Listen, when can I see you?

Can I see you later?

I told you, I'm busy.

Until when?

Well, when are you leaving?

I'll be over before then.

Why should I be?

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 gonna map out my life for

me.

I have my own agenda.

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 gonna 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?

Heather?

Heather, can you get the door?

Hi there, are you Kyle 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?

What the fuck do you know?

Are you married?

Not yet.

Marriage is a strange institution.

You're fucked 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?

Until you and your wife, you refrained from

moving...

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.

What am I supposed to do?

Wait around while you tie your life up

into a nice, neat bow?

That's a 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've been trying to get in touch with

you for days.

What were you doing in Puerto Rico?

Who the fuck's Hector?

Uh, listen, when can I see you?

I have some great news.

I'll tell you when you get here.

Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

Come on in.

So you and Heather finally did it.

How did you know?

Look at this place.

It's obvious.

So what do you think?

That's why I came over here tonight.

To tell you what I think.

Wait, wait, wait.

There's something I have to tell you first.

I'm in love with you still.

I want to be with you.

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.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

I spend every night with you for weeks.

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 playing a

little game of my own.

And what was that?

To get you to love me.

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 risk their

whole world for you.

You get some sucker to fall in love

with you?

What's in it for you?

I get off on it.

I mean, I really get off on it.

It makes me hot.

It makes me wet.

Right now, seeing you like this, I could

come in a second.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna go home and give old Hector

a call.

Tell him I need it right away.

While he's fucking me, I'm gonna think about

how defeated and frustrated you look.

And I'm gonna have the best fucking orgasm

I've ever had.

Now that the performance piece is done, what

are you gonna do with it?

Invite your husband to the opening.

Really?

That'll be interesting.

Irene, 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.

And it's disgusting.

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.

I'm giving up now more than I ever

did when I...

Oh, God.

I don't know what kind of sick game

you're playing.

You're one disgusting, selfish son of a bitch.

You have helped me ruin my life.

I wish I had never said I loved

you.

I don't know if Irene ever understood what

happened to her.

But that kind of a sexual relationship, at

that intensity, someone's gonna get hurt.

And it wasn't gonna 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.