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[frenetic music]

[beeping]

Hey, you want to socialize?

Or do you want to play cards?

All right, who's betting?

Come on, play cards.

[moaning]

What?

[grunts]

[moaning]

[serene orchestral music]

What are you doing?

It's early.

You're kidding, right?

No, why would I be kidding?

I didn't mean to upset you or anything, but that wasn't that good.

What the hell did you expect?

Charles could be home at any second.

I just don't function that well under pressure.

Oh, Bob. Really.

Christ's sake, Ann, stop it.

From now on, we'll do it at my place or not at all.

One thing I never would have thought is that you're a coward.

Haven't you ever gambled on anything before?

Taken a risk?

Taken a chance when the stakes were really high?

I know what you mean, but it's just too dangerous.

[beeping]

Sorry.

All right. Betted it.

She could be talking for three hours, anyway.

[moaning]

[lips smacking]

[moaning]

[piano music]

[moaning]

You're going to get harder and harder.

[moans] You should go inside me.

Hearing his car pull up.

[moans] Knowing he's going to be walking

through that door and you can't make a noise.

[moaning]

You're inside me and talking with Charles

through the door.

Charles calls out my name and I answer, but I can't let him know.

I can't let him hear in my voice that your cock is pounding inside of me.

I have to call back and tell him that I'm here in the bedroom,

and you're getting bigger and harder.

[moaning]

I can't hold back any longer.

[moaning] Fuck.

All right, here's your Wild Turkey and some gin.

I'll bring back another bottle of vodka and leave some more ice, all right?

Jesus, put it on his tab, not mine. I'm tapped out.

You guys deal me out.

I'm getting out of here.

If I get some money from my old lady, I'll be back, okay?

All right. Take it easy.

All right. Goodnight.

Good luck, young man.

Take it easy.

You guys are lost.

[chuckles]

[moaning]

Oh, fuck.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, fuck.

Harder.

More.

More.

Oh, he's talking to me.

That's better, right?

All right. Come on, let's go.

All right.

[moaning]

[sexy saxophone music]

[lips smacking]

That was much better.

What's the matter with you?

Didn't you hear him? He just pulled up.

He's out of town.

I spoke to him just before you got here.

You knew he wouldn't be here?

You were never more passionate.

Ann, dear, the next time you want to play

one of your silly games, don't.

I could easily live without the excitement.

You want to bet?

What's the bet?

500.

How much has this guy won already?

I'd say about $3,000.

I got five.

Five more.

He's too rich for my blood.

I'll see you guys around.

Charlie, don't be shy.

Come on, man. It will only cost you $500

to see if you got what you think you got.

Hang in there, baby.

Come on.

The race is 500.

Yes, I know.

Look, how about an IOU?

IOUs don't mean shit around here.

How about my watch?

What do I look like, the pawnbroker?

Look, just give me some more time, all right?

I'll get the money for you.

Sorry, Charlie, I got a gig I got to go down to right now.

You got to give me a chance to recoup.

Come on.

If this bet is so important to you,

you want to lay out something that's very important, right?

An IOU doesn't mean anything.

I take you to court. You don't pay me.

I don't get no money.

Let's think of something you're willing to give up for this hand.

How about my wife?

You're crazy.

No, no, I mean it.

One night with my wife to cover your 500.

Right.

I just know I got a winning hand.

What do you got?

Four nines.

What did you say your wife's name was?

Her name is Ann.

Okay, Charlie. I'll need your address.

I'll be by one week from tonight.

You can't be serious.

Hey, a bet is a bet.

It was a bet, Charlie.

You lost.

Here you go, kid.

Make sure Charlie here has a good time, okay, girls?

He seems a little down.

Lily, cash these in for me, okay?

See you later.

[laughter]

That was a good hand.

What have I done?

It's not so bad.

What's one more fuck in a lifetime of fucking?

Come on. What's going on over there, anyway?

Come on, honey. We'll take care of you.

Come on, come on.

Don't worry about me. We're going to take care of you.

Come on, sweetheart.

That's a good [indistinct].

[moaning]

Please, Dr. Elliot, I want to get fucked, too.

Please.

[funky rock music]

[lips smacking]

[moaning]

I got to call my wife.

[chuckles] Forget about your wife, baby.

We're not going to call your wife tonight.

Yes, give it to me.

Give it to me.

That's right.

[moaning]

You can be a doctor.

[moaning]

[sucking sounds]

[moaning]

Yes, yes.

[sucking sounds]

Fuck.

[sucking sounds]

[moaning]

Now it's my turn, doctor.

I want to get fucked in the bathtub.

Come on.

[laughter] Please, girls, there's no time.

My wife will be home from shopping

and your father's probably waiting for you down in the lobby.

Please, get dressed.

That's okay, Dr. Elliot. We don't mind.

Maybe your wife might want to join us.

[laughter]

You don't understand.

I have to get dressed.

I have a speech in less than 20 minutes and my wife --

We smell like cum. Let's go take a bath.

Yes

[chuckles] Oh.

[laughs] [phone rings]

Oh, God. Wait a minute. I got it.

Shh, shh, shh.

Hello?

Hi. What you doing?

Who have you been talking to for the past three hours?

No one.

I just had the phone off the hook so my lover

and I wouldn't be disturbed.

Yes, look, I'm not in the mood for jokes, all right?

Did you do any business?

Look, I'll tell you about it when I get home.

Convention hotels aren't the greatest place to sell Bibles.

All right, sweetheart. You sleep tight.

Okay. I love you, honey.

Goodnight. Bye-bye.

[funky rock music]

[moaning]

[sucking sounds]

[moaning]

Hi. We'd like a bottle of champagne.

No, no, no, make it two bottles.

I can't afford that.

[chuckles] Make it three bottles.

Oh, jeez.

What room is this?

1214.

This is room 1214.

Real soon, okay?

Bye-bye.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, baby.

Fuck her.

[moaning]

Oh, yes. Feels so good.

[moaning]

Put it in my ass.

Feels good.

God, your pussy looks so wet.

Your hand is sparkling wet.

[moaning]

Yes, baby. Fuck her. Fuck me.

Harder, baby. Give it to her.

Yes, that's it.

[moaning]

Oh, shit.

[moaning]

It's so big.

[moaning]

[sexy saxophone music]

[moaning]

Oh, fuck.

[moaning]

[moaning]

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, suck my cock.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, suck my cock.

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Yes, keep it coming.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Suck my cock.

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning] Oh, yes.

[moaning] That's amazing.

[moaning]

[uptempo pop music]

[moaning]

[moaning]

Oh, yes, baby.

[moaning]

Fuck him right there.

Fuck him right there.

Oh, yes, baby.

[moaning]

Oh, yes, baby.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes, baby.

[moaning]

Fuck him right there.

Fuck him there.

Oh, yes, baby.

[moaning]

Oh, yes, baby.

[moaning]

Oh, fuck right there.

Fuck him there.

Oh, don't stop.

Oh, no.

I want to fuck him.

Let me fuck him.

Let me suck your balls, okay?

I want to fuck him.

Let me fuck him.

Sit.

Yes, arch your pussy.

Arch your pussy. Hell, yes.

Yes. Good girl.

[moaning]

Oh, fuck.

I want it.

[moaning]

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

[moaning]

That's good.

Oh, eat his balls.

Fuck him.

Oh, lick her pussy.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

I'm going to cum. Fuck him right there, baby.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, fuck him right there, baby.

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

[moaning]

Oh, God.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, fuck him right there, baby.

Oh, yes.

Fuck him right there.

Good, good.

Oh, yes.

Fuck him right there. Good, good.

[moaning]

Oh, God.

[moaning]

Oh, God.

[moaning]

Welcome to Atlantic City.

[chuckles]

[moaning]

[knocking on door]

Shut up. Shh.

Howard.

Howard, I have my hands full of packages.

[knocking on door]

Shut up.

Jesus Christ.

That's my wife.

Howard?

Oh, be quiet.

Shut up.

Howard, are you in there?

My God, he must have had a heart attack.

Howard?

I'm going to get help.

[soft rock music]

X It's all to say what I'm really saying X

X ''Cause with you, I found my long-lost dream X

X But soon, there'll be tomorrow X

X It's going to be better than yesterday X

X But soon, there'll be tomorrow X

X And then maybe I'll see you once again X

[moaning]

Oh, you fucker.

Come on.

Oh, don't tease me.

Don't tease me.

No, you're not going to get it yet.

Oh, please.

You really want it. You want to see that, don't you?

I want it.

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Everybody wants to fuck.

[moaning]

You want me?

Yes.

[moaning]

Yes.

[moaning]

-- watching me.

Oh, baby.

Oh, baby.

[moaning]

You want to see that, don't you?

Yeah, all of you do.

That's what you want.

Oh, God.

Oh, yes.

Everybody wants to fuck.

[moaning]

Going to make me cum.

Going to make me cum.

Oh, my God.

[moaning]

I need you to jerk off with me.

Oh, just jerk off with me.

[moaning]

You love it.

You're so nasty.

You love it.

[moaning]

Harriet, one of these days,

you're going to attract some nutcase and really get hurt.

Annie, why did you do that?

I was about to cum.

This is very unhealthy.

You can't keep masturbating like this

just because you have fantasies you can't fulfill.

Come on, Annie.

You have a husband and you have a lover.

Have you ever thought about fucking them both at the same time?

Harriet, please.

Maybe you should see Dr. Elliot three times a week.

I am seeing him tonight.

We're going to a dinner and a show,

a cocktail afterwards, and we have a room at the plaza.

Or no, maybe it's the 21 Club and then dancing.

I don't know, I forget. I get our dates confused.

[chuckles]

You've got to stop fantasizing about everything.

What is Dr. Elliot's wife going to be doing?

Driving the two of you around to the plaza?

Really?

You win. I give up.

Dr. Elliot loves me best.

I don't know.

Maybe I could talk him into taking me to a posh nightery.

We could meet some celebrities.

Take a moonlight walk in the park.

Sex in the grass under the stars.

Oh, Howard.

Oh, take me there.

Yes.

Oh, shit.

[eerie music]

Oh, shit.

It's okay.

[eerie music cont.]

He coming yet?

No, but the music stopped.

He should be here soon.

Stu, come here.

Yes, doc.

I want you to come with me, all right?

Yes.

Okay.

What are you doing?

I'm taking my pantyhose off.

I don't want to get any runs in them.

Anyway, you can't do it with your pantyhose on.

Come on, take yours off.

What's the matter, scared?

No, I'm not scared.

Woo.

Good set, man. Good set.

[laughs]

Here you go, Stu.

I want you to hold onto that.

I got a little business over here.

Make sure nobody comes in.

Nobody.

Okay.

Here we go.

Hey, doc.

Hi.

Give me some quarters.

I want to play the jukebox and the machine -- pinball.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Hi. Hey.

We've been expecting you.

What's the deal in here?

How do you mean?

You got [indistinct] when you're breaking in, huh?

What difference does it make?

You're here and we're here.

You've been around and so have I, SO N0 more questions, okay?

Okay, let's go.

Let's go, you guys.

Iris, you go first.

Oh, try not to mess the dress.

Janice, you better jump in.

There's not much time.

[moaning]

Come on.

Just sit.

[moaning]

[beeps]

Ladies and gentlemen, Atlantic City's proud to present,

for your dancing pleasure:

Johnny Motor and the Motorolas.

[soft piano music]

[moaning]

[beeping]

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, that's it, baby.

Onh, you're learning how to use your tongue, aren't you?

Come on, get that pussy in your mouth.

That's it.

Little bitch. Come on, give it to me.

Come on, take it and give it.

[moaning]

Take that cock of his.

Come on. Oh, yes.

Oh, that's right, baby.

[moaning]

Fuck her. That's right. Oh, yes.

Oh, nice tits there.

Come on, Ruby.

Put it in there.

Oh, shit.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Give it to her.

Stick it in her mouth.

Oh, yes.

Stu, make a lot of noise out there already.

All right. I think I'm going to get my nut.

Noise it up, Stu.

[moaning]

Oh, don't you ruin my dress.

Come on.

Yes, give it to her.

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Motherfucker.

[phone ringing]

This is Dr. Howard Elliot.

The office is closed for the day.

If this is an emergency,

call the psychiatric hotline at General Hospital,

which is 234-7777.

The office will reopen tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.

Howard, stop fidgeting.

What's wrong?

Wrong? Nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?

It's just that you seem so nervous.

You know, that was a marvelous paper you read at the convention.

Wasn't it nice running into Dr. Berkeley and his two daughters?

Odd.

[chuckles]

Odd? What do you mean by that?

I don't know. They were looking at me

like they were feeling sorry for me.

That's ridiculous.

Odd, of all things.

ONh, look, I'm a little restless.

I don't know about you, but I'm going out a while.

It's getting late.

Ah, I'll be fine.

It's just a short while.

[doorbell ringing]

Of course, it can't be.

[doorbell ringing]

Who's that at this hour?

It's just one of my patients.

I'll take care of it.

Is that all I am to you, Howard?

Just one of your patients?

I'm sorry to be here so late, Doctor, but I just had to see you.

How do you like it?

How?

I thought that if you saw the way that I really am --

I'll explain it to you later.

-- the real me, not the woman who comes in here twice a week,

that you'd know.

You'd feel the way that I feel.

You do feel it, don't you, Howard?

What do you mean, Ms. Coleman? Feel what?

Love.

I love you, Howard.

I can feel the pounding in my breasts and the wetness between my legs.

I ache with anticipation of your hard cock

thrusting deeply inside of me.

Come on, lock the door.

We can do it here on the sofa.

I feel that you love me.

Oh, yes.

[soft rock music]

[moaning]

Dr. Elliott?

What's her problem?

I gave her a shot. She'll be out for about an hour.

What happened to her dress?

I don't like to discuss my patients,

but under the circumstances, it's acute nymphomania.

It's not dangerous, just a nuisance.

I'm going to call this number she left here

when she first came to me,

her sister Ann Bartlett.

I'll have her pick up Ms. Coleman and take her home.

I'll have to give her a prescription,

because she'll need it when she gets up.

Damn.

I'm out of pills.

Look, I'll have to go to the all-night drugstore,

get her prescription filled.

Why can't her sister do that for her in the morning?

Because I have to sign for it.

She'll need them when she gets up.

Don't be long.

I don't like being in the house with your unbalanced patients.

Relax, she'll be fine.

Il be back.

[moaning]

Howard,

make me come again.

I do love you so. [moaning]

Tell me once more how I make you feel.

Howard.

You bastard.

[moody saxophone music]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Is Ann Bartlett there?

This is Mr. Bartlett.

Oh, no, not again.

What's your address?

Hang on, hang on.

Go ahead.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Harriet?

Yes.

I got to go pick her up.

[shushes] Mom and dad are light sleepers.

What's wrong with you?

[sobbing] I thought you forgot about us.

We lost our [indistinct], Doctor.

Are you upset that we dragged daddy into it?

Of course not.

If he finds out, I'll just lose my practice.

That's all.

If you just come when we want you to, Doctor,

you won't have anything to worry about.

[sobbing]

Take off his pants.

[sobbing]

[soft piano music]

Suck his dick, now. Come on, stop crying.

[sobbing]

Come on. You wanted it, remember?

[sobbing]

Come on now, stop crying.

[music]

[sobs]

[soft piano music]

Mr. Bartlett, come in.

Thank you.

Look, I'm sorry I'm late.

I couldn't find a parking place.

Where's Harriet?

Follow me.

She's in the office.

Where are you going?

Would you like to have a drink?

No, no, no.

I better not.

I better just take Harriet home.

My wife will wonder where I am.

Harriet?

Oh, Harriet.

This is how she came in, all torn apart, stockings, upper legs torn like this.

Do you think she's beautiful?

In fact, [chuckles] do you think she's a beautiful body?

What?

You heard me.

Look at those soft, round breasts and those hard, brown nipples.

I guess so.

Do you think they're as pretty as mine?

Mrs. Elliott, I think I'd better get home now.

It's late.

What about this?

Look at her pussy.

Look how soft and red and wet it is.

What a waste.

Give me your hand.

Come here.

Feel her.

Give me this hand.

I want you to feel this.

Now, feel deeper.

That's right. Push your finger in.

[moaning]

See, we're both responding,

but I want to know whao's tighter, who makes you feel good?

Mrs. Elliott, no.

No, no, no.

This is X and this is brand O.

Both feel pretty good.

Continue to feel us up.

I want you to lick me as you're feeling her

and then lick her.

Don't stop.

Yes, yes.

Deeper.

Deeper, Charles.

Her too.

Push deeper.

Stop.

Why don't you take off your coat?

Your shirt.

Hurry up, or I'll get her off first.

That's right. Finish taking off your pants.

[chuckles]

Stand there.

[moaning]

Both feel so good,

taste so good.

[moaning]

I think she needs your cock.

Give her a little taste of you.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

[moaning]

[jaunty music]

[panting]

Come on, fuck that little bitch.

[panting]

[moaning]

Take it, bitch.

[moaning]

[heavy breathing]

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Fuck.

[moaning]

Oh, fuck.

[moaning]

Oh, fuck.

[moaning]

Oh, fuck.

[moaning]

Oh, fuck.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Fuck.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, fuck.

[moaning] I want her now.

Get off.

I want you to watch.

[moaning]

Watch this.

Move up, baby.

[moaning]

[moaning]

[moaning]

Fuck me, baby. [crosstalk] Howard isn't here.

Fuck me.

Fuck you?

Yes.

All night.

All night?

Yes.

With more than one finger?

Your whole hand.

I want your hand.

Two fingers?

I want your fist.

I want your fist, babe.

Oh, hell yes.

[moaning]

Look how easy she is.

Look how wet she is.

Fuck me.

[moaning]

Look how accessible she is.

Do you want both of us?

Charles, do you want both of us?

Yes.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

Lick me. That's it.

Keep me as wet as I'm getting her. That's it, baby.

[moaning]

Yes.

Come here.

Not yet, baby.

Not in yet.

[moaning]

You ready?

You ready, Charles?

Yes. You see this?

Do you feel this?

Yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Fuck.

[moaning]

Yes.

[moaning]

[funky music]

[moaning]

[panting]

[moaning]

Oh, fuck me.

Oh, fuck.

[panting]

[moaning]

Yes!

[moaning]

Fuck her deeper.

[moaning]

Ooh, yes.

[moaning]

[heavy breathing]

[moaning]

Do you feel that, baby?

Do you feel that?

Yes? Yes.

[moaning]

[lips smacking] Are you all right?

Yes. Did you call the Bartletts?

They came and they took her away.

What about the pills?

Charlie, I know you're not going to believe this,

but last night, Harriet's psychiatrist took advantage of her.

You're kidding.

What happened?

Apparently, she went over to his house

and she fell asleep on the sofa and he fucked her.

She remembers giving him head and she remembers them having sex.

As a matter of fact, she told me it was the best she's ever had.

[doorbell ringing]

I'll get it.

[doorbell ringing]

Hello.

Hello.

This the little lady, the prize?

I'm impressed.

Who's this, Charlie?

What's he mean by prize?

Charlie, you didn't tell anything?

You're Ann, right?

Yes.

A couple weeks ago,

Charlie and I were playing in a poker game.

Charlie seemed to run out of a little bit of his luck and his money,

and he made this wager.

Charlie, why don't you tell her about it?

I Kind of bet you.

What?

It was one night with you to cover a $1,000 pot.

Look, I didn't know he was serious.

Honey, do we have $500 we can give him?

Charlie, I had $1,000 on the table.

I was serious. You were serious, t0o0.

Hey, man, I'm surprised you didn't tell her anything about it.

Get out of my house.

Get out of your house?

Get out of your house?

Charlie, you're not going to welch out on me, are you?

You'd have taken my $1,000, wouldn't you?

You son of a bitch.

Stop it, both of you.

I have no intention of going anywhere with this man.

Charlie, I'll talk to you about it later.

I kKnow that you couldnt have meant it.

You must've been duped and cheated by this con artist.

Oh, I see. Now I'm a con artist, I conned him.

Charlie dealt the hand, okay?

By the way, Charlie, you know those two girls you were with,

Leslie and Linda Lou? They send their love to you.

They miss you.

They robbed me.

They took my money and my credit cards.

Honey, I was drinking.

Two girls?

This is ridiculous.

My husband would not do something like that, would you?

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Hello, Mrs. Bartlett?

Guess what your man did.

What?

Charlie, did you fuck Harriet and some woman, Dr. Elliott's wife?

Not exactly, dear.

No.

Yes, but I didn't enjoy it.

God.

What exactly did you have in mind?

[soft, wistful music] Well...

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, play that clarinet.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Want me to suck you off?

Yes. Suck on you?

Yes

I'd love to.

[moaning]

That's right, kid. That's right, kid.

That's right, come on. That's right.

You're going to take it in your mouth. Come on, take it.

Take it in there, come on.

[laughing]

Come on, baby.

Like this?

Yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

[moaning]

Oh, my God.

[panting]

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, give it to me.

Oh, yes.

Take it easy.

Yes, come on.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning] Come here.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh my God.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Hold my neck.

[groaning]

[moans]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, give it to me. Oh, yes.

[groaning]

Come on, take it. Come on.

Take it, yes, come on.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Come here.

Oh, yes.

[panting]

[moans] Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, give it to me.

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[groaning]

[wistful orchestral music]

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Yes.

[moaning]

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

[moaning]

I gotta get going.

I got an early morning gig.

I got to get some sleep.

It's a wedding in Newark.

Is that all you can say after this?

What do you want me to say?

We had great sex.

Charlie paid his debt and you seemed to enjoy yourself.

Yes, I did.

Don't go, it's late.

You're married, kid.

Please stay.

Sorry.

Tell you what, Charlie's a lucky guy.

Soaml.

[plaintive piano music]