Anges Exterminateurs, Les Page #3

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Enough fine talk.

Was I god?

This seems to come easily to you.

I'll wait to see my video screen.

I'm too used to sex,

not uneasy enough?

Wait for my answer in a few days.

I'll be back for the readings.

Please have a seat

I have photos for you .

And my resume, too.

Look closely at this girl,

let her take you. Give in to her,

totally

I'm right here,

by your side.

Go for it.

Are you free for dinner?

My friend Agnes,

the girl with the books,

told me all about your film.

So there.

Now you and I will play a game.

What kind?

Enjoying my secret littel pleasures...

In a place ill-suited for them.

Where's that?

Here.

Where you're a regular.

How do you know that?

I invited someone you know?

Who?

-Afraid of being alone with me?

Another acctress.

She'll be here soon.

A rival?

Your potential partner.

Then she can join me.

I scare you?

I don't know. I'm waiting.

I move closer to the table.

I place my hand on my leg,

just above the knee

ond slowly move it up

the inside of my thigh.

yes, look around discreetly.

Protect me.

Know what I'm doing?

I think so.

The waitresss is watching you.

So?

I just rub my finger

against my dress fabric.

Under the table.

Does it feel good

even through the fabric?

Don't let it end now.

Want me to wait for your guest?

It's weird.

It feels good to wait

for an orgasm like this.

I could make it last for hours.

Even If I'm a little nervous.

The waitress is looking again.

Open your dress.

Move your fingers over the fabric.

Now, underneath.

Feel good?

very.

Keep caressing yourself.

Even when she's closer,

but dicreetly.

So I can watch her reaction

when she realizes.

A bottle of champagne, please?

You're cute.

I'm all wet.

Keep it up.

So you're an actress?

We're going to work together?

Julie's passed the tests.

I'm doing the same thing

under the table.

I don't believe it.

Great!

Take off your panties.

But be careful.

Leave your hands exactly

where they are.

A menu?

I'll just have champagne.

Move closer together.

and caress each other, but harder.

This is a terrific moment.

Thank you miss.

Aren't you frustrated

to be so close but bound

by a promise not to touch us?

Don't mind my frustration.

Don't let it end so fast.

It will be better later.

I can take you

to the hotel next door.

Let's go.

Do you hear the electrical schools

sing and blaze? I repeat

Do you hear the electrical schools

sing and blaze?

You were both really superb.

Come on.

-Like this?

-Yes

Stand here, Julie.

Make her come a second time.

I'll stand guard.

That was great.

We work and come at the same time.

Life should always be like this.

I never felt pleasure like this.

Me neither.

I was nearly in Seventh Heaven.

But you've had orgasms before?

Sometimes.

Only sometimes?

I'm trying to understand this.

You just experienced

something very powerful...

-So What's different?

-I don't know.

Lot;s of women never feel anything.

Even alone,

including when they were very young.

Or so they say.

I think they repress it.

When I'm alone, I do.

I often caress myself.

Sometimes as often as

I get so exhausted

my day is over with.

I don't feel much with men.

Letting myself go with women is easier.

They know my body.

They know what to do.

And still having taboos in my head

adds to it.

What about you Julie?

Apart from the ball?

I don't feel anything,

just the pleasure of exciting you and her.

I just lied and you didn't realize it.

That's women for you.

Just kidding.

I've had orgasms

in lots of ways for years.

When it starts, caresses and penetration

don't give the same pleasure.

It gradually spreads

throughout my entire body

and I come.

Sometimes it feels mystical.

With sodomy, it's something else.

You're into sodomy?

Sometimes.

You have to take precautions

and then, in no time,

you forget everything.

The pleasure is fantastic.

But to have an orgasm,

you also rub yourself?

I don't have an orgasm.

Just immense pleasure.

Like when I suck off a handsome guy.

I have to run

or my boyfriend will kill me.

Not coming down?

-I want to stay a bit.

-Me, too.

You want to be together

without me?

What she said was interesting.

Take an interest in me.

Know where I'd just been

when I met you?

At my shrink's.

I see him twice a week.

I used to, anyway.

When I met you I decided

to end my therapy

and never see my shrink again.

That's both flattering and worrying.

Maybe more worrying than flattering.

Why do you say that?

My father's a great Psychiatrist

who studied psychoanalysis.

My mother is a psychoanalyst.

Everybody's a shrink in my family.

Your boyfriend too?

Hardly.

We just broke up.

The night of the day I met you.

Because of me?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

Dad bought me a flat.

He gives me an allowance.

He's famous.

He owns several clinics

and gives lectures.

-Your parents live together?

-No.

He gave my mother a child. Me.

Other women, too.

He legally recognized me.

He sees me regularly.

Even if, when I was a kid,

going to see him

was quite a ritual.

My existance

was kept secret from his wife

who threatened suicide

whenever a skirt walked by him.

Once, when I was seven,

I went to see him at his clinic.

She was there.

My mother introduced me

as a casual visitor.

And his wife threw herself in

a lake 15 minutes later.

My mom and I found a boat

and jumped in to fish her out.

I used an oar.

Luckily it wasn't too deep.

My mom had a boyfriend

When she was with a patient,

the boyfriend flirted with me

and kissed me all over.

Did that go on long?

Three or four years, on and off.

Did you tell your mother?

When I realized what we were doing.

She didn't believe me,

and ended up marrying him.

I ran away to see my father.

He rented me a place.

That's how I ended up

on my own at 13.

I've led a rough life until now.

-How old are you?

-21

I'll tell you the rest later.

I'm very fond of you.

You're going fast.

My affection comes fast

or not at all.

And it can last.

True, at 21 you must have already had

many enduring romances.

It's Julie.

-I came back. I'm coming up.

-Okay.

It's Julie.

I had a fight with my boyfriend.

You told him about this?

Tonight was work.

It's not his business.

But I didn't make him dinner.

he yelled and left.

Let's go out

and bop till we drop.

Great.

Mind if we try a sex club?

I feel like experimenting.

Sure.

-Without me kids.

-Oh come on!

You really won't come with us?

See the time?

You could have called.

So? How are you coming?

What is it?

You jealous of his wife?

Mind your own business.

Find your actresses?

I need a third one.

What do you ask of them?

If they agree to take me into

their taboo erotic fantasies.

And I watch them.

Without touching them?

No, why?

What did you do with them tonight?

Tests.

Erotic ones?

After which you f***ed me like you

haven't done in ages.

Look me in the eye.

What are you after?

Understanding what goes on

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