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INTIMATE CONFESSIONS OF AN EXHIBITIONIST

Good evening.

My name, not the real one, my nom de guerre is Candy.

It's not very original, but everybody says it sounds very horny.

Since I work in show business, I have another name,

just because my agent says Candy is a very common name

so he gave me the nickname "Velvet Tongue".

Every night, for almost two years,

since the impresarios realized that the opening to the world

wasn't another pack of lies, I perform two erotic shows here.

Some say it's porn, some say it's not.

I don't care what they call it, the fact is I have to get excited,

twist myself and come, if I can, twice a day.

It's not easy, I can assure you.

They always say I'm an exhibitionist, and it must be true

because I get horny when people see me naked in the middle of a party,

alone or with company.

I think my secret is that I'm a girl with imagination.

I start thinking of naughty tricks, of some of the good times I have lived,

of some of the most exciting situations.

I never believed in "wham bam, thank you ma'am".

Since I was a child I liked parties with brains.

I learned that from Pepi, my elder sister.

She's also like that.

I was living with her since she started working in a topless pub,

here, on the coast.

I started working in a boutique.

When she went to bed with a customer,

she didn't close the door so that I could see them from the hall.

That always got me very horny.

She's never told me that, but I know it.

And I have never missed one of her shows.

I think it was then when, unconsciously, an erotic

vocation in show business was born.

I think everybody gets as horny as I do

seeing these kind of things.

And later, when they get home, they should have a good party,

instead of watching so much TV.

I will never forget the first time Pepi left the door open.

She was with a very handsome Argentinian.

I sat on my sofa, in the darkness,

and the party began.

I want to put it in, it's really soft.

Your mine.

Come here, I'm gonna fuck you.

You're driving me crazy.

Son of a bitch, son of a bitch!

She's a whore.

You didn't expect a nun in a place like this, did you?

The silence... starts taking over the lounge.

Just a few women laugh, or say something.

Today I'm inspired.

Now, if we stop the music,

we would hear the flies.

I'm not in a hurry, I know I'm gonna electrify you all.

Just a little movement, my fingers caressing slowly.

Now everybody talks about communication...

I felt it with Pepi.

And I still feel it every time I think of that experience.

One night, she closed the door.

I knew she wanted to force me to open it, to show my face.

And I did do.

I opened it slowly... silently.

I knew they knew I was there.

But my heart was beating violently.

While I was caressing myself,

it felt like a time bomb ready to explode.

They hadn't looked at me, not even sneaked a glance,

as if they didn't know I was there.

Suddenly, Pepi looked at me with a smile on her face.

Don't stay there, come here with us.

Come on, silly! I will lend him to you for a while.

More softly.

Me too.

Come here!

When I moved my lips closer to his cock,

I felt an excitation like I had never felt before.

I still didn't believe that it was real.

Since I was a child I had spied on Pepi,

when she took a bath,

when she started to masturbate,

but we had never talked about it.

That complicity excited me like nothing else had excited me before.

What a lot of stupid things we do in our life!

After that savage night, I felt disgusted and awfully ashamed.

I didn't dare look Pepi in the face, and I left.

I went to a friend's boutique place.

There I met Peter Keens.

He was one of those psychologists who write about sex.

I was traumatized, I thought I was a scoundrel and crazy.

One day, I gathered my courage and went to see him.

He had bought a detached house on a lovely corner of the coast,

and he had shut himself away to write a new book.

Hello.

I don't know if you remember me. I want to talk to you.

Take a seat.

- You wanna drink anything? - Yeah, anything.

Just a moment.

Suddenly, I felt ashamed.

I didn't know how to start.

Maybe he'll get annoyed if I start bothering him with my problems.

Well, tell me about your problem.

I liked his demeanour, he made me feel easy and secure.

It was hard to start, but then, right away,

I told him about my feelings.

The relationship with my sister, even all about what happened that night.

I told him I've never had pleasure with a man like when

I was masturbating myself, spying on my sister.

And that pleasure had only been bettered when I was making love by her side.

And I was afraid that terrible excitation was due to her contact instead of him.

He asked me short questions, straight ones, I enjoyed answering them.

I also enjoyed hearing myself saying things I'd never confessed to before.

And I told him I had left Pepi's apartment.

I wouldn't be able to do the same I'd done that night.

I felt that while crossing the line of spying on her to real contact,

to the real sexual act, side by side with her,

something has been broken.

Something that was driving me crazy.

Now, I didn't know what to do, where to go.

Your story interests me, honestly.

- Why don't we talk at greater length? - I'm at your disposal.

I'll come here whenever you want.

If it is useful for you, you can stay here a few days.

You mean it?

Don't you mind if I stay here?

I can go to get my stuff and come back here?

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Those were unforgettable days of peace and serenity.

That man was so intelligent, so handsome, so understanding.

He never tried to lead me down the right path,

and he never read me the riot act.

On the contrary...

...his ideas, scattered here and there, were clearing up my mind.

I'm reading a simple book from a simple writer.

Hear what it says.

We spend our life doing provisional things

thinking they're a training for living.

In the dying day, we realize too late

all of that was definitive.

- It's wonderful, isn't it? - Why do you say it's a simple book?

I don't know.

It might be because it hasn't won awards.

Or just because it isn't any Best Seller.

So, in a sympathetic way,

he did his work and instilled his ideas in me.

I didn't have to be ashamed of my feelings,

of my deepest and forbidden secrets.

I learned to face them with courage, without any taboo from false morality,

inherited from perishable precepts.

If my possibilities of pleasure, of happiness,

lie in masturbation, in making love side by side with my sister,

in exhibitionism, or in homosexuality,

I must throw myself into those pleasures with abandon

and try to live them intensely.

His words calmed me down.

But little by little, I realized I felt a desire for Peter.

I had a desire to make love to him.

To try an experience that could change the course of my life.

I believed in him, I admired him.

He had never touched me not even made advances towards me.

That's why, that night, while he was working,

I exhibited myself in front of him to turn him on.

To show him I was offering myself without any limitation.

At last, when he got up and came towards me,

I wasn't able to stay calm.

Listen, don't take the trouble to show off like that.

There's no use in it.

Try to sleep.

Those words made me feel ashamed and humiliated.

I felt like the most insignificant human being on earth.

Candy, I must explain myself.

I don't wanna see you that way because of me.

I don't despise you.

I want you very much.

But there's something... you ought to know.

I can't love you.

Not only you, it's nothing personal.

I swear it.

I also have had mental troubles, I have also been married...

and my marriage failed.

It took me time to realise it...

I am homosexual.

Oh, was it that?

That's why you've respected me?

Candy!

I ran away crying as if I was crazy.

I never saw Peter again.

I acted like an idiot and I hurt him, I know that.

The most sensible man I had ever met,

and the one that was responsible for a radical change in my life.

Now I'm in front of you.

Showing off without any complexes.

I'm happy to turn you on while I'm also turning myself on

feeling the climate of the lounge getting tighter and tighter.

Then I start to enjoy it.

To me, the word enjoy has a name.

Katy.

Katy!

A strange and marvellous girl.

I met her a few times after leaving Peter's place.

She was also having a bad time.

She had a lover and she loved him madly.

But he was making everything more difficult for her.

He had other girlfriends, and he took them home.

He wanted Katy to take part in his love affairs

with the whores he pulled in the cabarets.

For me, everything was going from bad to worse.

That morning, after a sleepless night, I went for a walk.

I felt as lonely and as miserable as ever.

Suddenly, I felt an irresistible desire to end all the problems.

That way, all of a sudden.

It was just one step beyond.

It'll be just one second of anguish, of pain.

Her steps, or maybe providence, took Katy right up to me.

What are you gonna do? Are you crazy?

She treated me like a baby. She was adorable.

She told me about her problems and instilled a sudden interest for life in me.

She pretended she was leaning on me, that she was fragile,

and it was quite the contrary.

I went with her to her place. She said some motherly words.

Her voice was soft and sensual.

Her look was deep and sincere.

Something very strange happened to me.

While Katy was talking, I felt more and more fascinated.

Totally attracted to her.

Come in, come in.

Don't keep thinking about it.

No man is worth a girl's suicide, don't you think so?

Calm down.

Easy.

I'm your friend.

Don't you want to take a bath?

Come on.

Yes, thanks.

When she started to undress me with those warm and soft hands,

I only knew that I liked it, that I didn't want to die,

and I felt more and more horny every second.

I kissed her first. Almost without realizing it.

The taste of her lips drove me crazy.

Good morning.

Don't be afraid.

I've always wanted to share Katy with another woman.

Come with me.

In that moment, I was beyond myself.

I didn't understand anything.

I thought I had fallen into Katy's trap in order to please her husband.

But I didn't care about anything.

Some time later,

Katy explained to me that when she saw Tony coming

she decided to try out what her husband had proposed to her so often.

But with a girl of her choice.

Someone who attracts her.

I must admit the experience was exciting, and the three of us enjoyed it madly.

But something more exciting was beginning to show itself.

The intimate relationship between Katy and me.

Little by little, we started to go on without Tony.

We walked together, like those class mates who are in love but don't accept it.

We needed one another.

For confessing our deepest feelings or staying quiet for hours.

We felt an absurd shyness, as we never had the slightest contact.

At last, we fell in to each other arms.

Those were hours of marvellous luxury.

We made love in the most unusual places,

in nature, running the risk of being spied on, or what's worse,

of being detected by false moralists

who after masturbation, would call the police.

Those were days of wonderful madness.

Our slips hanging on the washing line were like flags of conquered places.

Deep inside, we were romantics.

It seemed like it was a century ago, but bad days were to come.

Tony left Katy.

And now, we're still good friends.

We make love in public twice a day.

Her pussy and mouth keep on exciting me.

Even more if we know we're turning them on.

How far is that red sundown when we promised everlasting love.

When we decided not to share with anybody our intimacy.

We're the opposite of normal couples.

With normal couples when the desire fades out, the love remains.

Katy and I have forgotten this romantic nonsense,

but each time we touch each other, each time we caress each other,

we feel again those crazy desires.

The tips of our bosoms harden, our pussies are wide open.

Each night come waves from the past.

I can almost breathe that same air, smell that scent of the sea.

More sex, more grass, more flowers!

I will never forget the day Katy decided to go back to work

and offered me that fantastic proposal.

We had made love and had slept a long siesta.

I woke up first.

I wish to be woken up this way everyday.

I gotta talk to you.

I gotta get back to work.

I act in a porn show here in the city.

I'm sure we could perform a fantastic number together.

That way we'll keep on having fun together, don't you think so?

What do you say? You like it, don't you?

- It's a lighter, isn't it? - No, it's a gun.

- What are you doing with a gun? - Maybe I'll need it.

Whom are you gonna shoot?

I think some day I'll kill myself.

Alright, I'll be pleased to love you in public every night.

You make me very happy.

We had great success from the beginning.

Two pretty, young girls like us doing

in public what nearly nobody dares to do when intimate.

And there are things that can't be simulated,

and if they are, you can notice that it's soulless,

that there's no magnetism like we emanate.

Due to our success, we decided to enlarge the show.

And I had a diabolic idea:

Take Katy to meet my sister Pepi and ask her to perform with us.

And also with her man. If she was still with the same one.

I knew she would like the idea as I did.

I had changed so much!

This reunion was going to be something great.

I was ready to not have the slightest shyness,

to jump into the pleasure as if I were crazy.

- How are you? - Desiring to see you again.

One kiss.

Pepi's reaction was quick.

Katy was studying us half jealous, half horny.

At last, she decided to come closer.

The show has more success every time, and it makes sense:

There are few people who do this with so much sincerity and shamelessness.

Above all, since the Argentinian decided to join the show.

He's become more handsome each day.

Although I don't think his accent would give him success performing Lope de Vega.

Leave her alone!

Leave her, you whore!

Whore!

Leave her alone!

Please.

- No! - Leave her alone.

Leave her alone. Do what you want with me.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

You're crazy!

All of them are whores.

After the show I went with Pepi and the Argentinian

to talk about the old times.

Katy didn't want to come, she left alone.

She acted very strange those last days.

Katy!

Katy!

I can't bear the idea of sharing you with others.

Goodbye, be happy.

Katy!

Katy.

Katy, why have you done this?

Katy.

This movie was shot in the province of ALACANT.

Our gratitude to RICARDO BOFILL for letting us use his architectonic work:

"LA MANZANERA"

Subtitles by Hammett Proofread by suckmysound