Black & White & Sex Page #8

It's where I find my strength.

It's also a weakness.

I'm trying to understand.

There was this one guy.

He was in his 80s.

His wife was dead.

He was on pension.

He wanted to give himself a treat...

a massage with a happy ending.

Uh, problem was,

he didn't think he had

any happy endings left in him,

so we decided to

give him a double, you know,

like, full treatment.

Rubbed our breasts all over him,

got right into it.

We only got like $30 cash each.

We didn't care.

We got such a buzz.

Especially when he came.

He was a dear old chap.

He's probably dead now.

I was probably

his last happy ending.

And we have special moments,

too,

where we can do a lot of good.

I don't expect you to understand.

It's who I am.

We're all different.

They say that...

men love to have sex,

but It's not true.

Women love to have sex.

Men have sex to love.

It's the only way they can love.

And doing what I do

means that I get to see it more

than just about anyone.

It's not there for very long,

but when it is, it's real.

Maybe that's why

the wives don't like us.

You know, I'm jealous of you,

your, uh... courage.

Your honesty.

I love the way your mind works...

the way it just...

cuts through things.

I mean, f***,

the way you tell it as it is.

I wish I could do that.

You know, before, how I said

you were like a butterfly.

You... You are.

But you're also...

you're like a chameleon.

I never know who I'm gonna get.

And just when I think I've got you,

you just slip through my fingers.

Makes you kind of...

unattainable.

- Moi, unattainable?

- Oui.

Well, honey... All you got to do

is hand over your amex.

Fantasy's extra.

How much extra?

Well, that depends

on what you have in mind.

What if I wanted to seduce you?

- Do you?

- It's my fantasy.

Really?

- And who am I?

- You're a sex worker.

Hmm,

that shouldn't be too difficult.

But you're off-duty.

Am I? And who are you, then?

Me.

Naughty boy.

What would Matilda say

about that?

There is no Matilda.

There's no Matilda?

No. There was, but...

we split up.

- You lied to me!

- No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

No, I didn't!

I... I never said

I was married now.

You just assumed that.

F***. You f***!

- Well, is there anyone else?

- No.

- There's no wifey?

- No.

Jesus!

Well, is there anything else

you want to tell me?

- Yeah.

- What?

We have met before.

You know, I thought

your face looked familiar.

Mm-hmm. I visited you once.

Long time ago.

At work?

How many times did you see me?

Just the once.

Ooh, I must have made

quite an impression.

Yes, you did.

Well, why didn't you come back

and see me again?

I was in a relationship at the time,

and you were, um...

Just a bit too tempting

for safety.

In what way?

I don't remember the details,

but...

I just remember the feeling.

- Did we f***?

- Yes.

- Did I come?

- I think so.

You telling me the truth?

Yeah.

Well,

how did you track me down?

Spoke to, uh, Eddie,

at your old place.

Eddie?

Aww, I haven't spoken to Eddie

in ages!

- How is he?

- He's good, he's good.

Yeah?

He said you still have

his "Top Gun" movie.

Um, I think it was actually

"Top Gun" the porn movie.

What do you think they're

gonna think of all of this?

I have no idea.

They're probably

as confused as I am.

I'm sorry I...

I hope I didn't spook you.

No.

Well, maybe a little bit, but...

It's okay.

Think I find it a little romantic.

Okay.

So... In this fantasy of yours...

What happens next?

Um... I'm not sure. We talk.

You can do better than that.

You put on a blindfold.

Do I?

Yeah.

Well, do you have one with you?

No.

What about this?

Will this do?

How's that?

Now, what am I gonna do

with you?

Take off your dress.

Just like that?

Yes, just like that.

Well, don't you...

Wine me and dine me

and give me flowers first?

- No.

- Not even a kiss?

Well, maybe later, but, um...

Only if you're very good.

You do remember I'm not

wearing any undies, right?

Yes, yes, I remember.

When do I do it?

Now.

And am I taking off my clothes

because I want to...

Or because you're instructing me?

Both.

Right answer.

And, um... Leave your heels on.

Women look so good with

just the heels on, don't you agree?

So?

What do you think?

You already know what I think.

I need more than that.

Hey, that's the best compliment

there is.

Finally,

Mr. raincoat has his moment.

Mm. You okay with that?

Of course.

I like him. He's honest with me.

What now?

Put your hands

behind your head.

Now you wait.

- For what?

- For me.

- For how long?

- As long as it takes.

For what?

I'm still here.

Spread your legs.

Come on,

you can do better than that.

That's it.

Touch your nipples.

Squeeze them.

Harder.

Harder.

Like that?

- Are you wet?

- Yes.

Yeah? I know.

How do you know?

I can smell you.

Is that a good thing?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Definitely.

Aren't you worried

about the censors?

All they can see is nudity.

Are they that blind?

We are having sex, aren't we?

Of course we are.

Thank God.

I'd hate to think

I was on my own.

Huh.

It's not just with me, though.

It's with all of them.

I hadn't forgotten about them.

That's what makes this

so exciting.

Take off the blindfold.

Please.

Look at them.

Tell me what you see.

My reflection.

I meant beyond that.

- Well, Mr. raincoat, of course.

- Mm.

And some others...

some men and some women.

How does that make you feel?

Vulnerable.

Shy?

No.

Why?

'Cause I'm in control.

How's that?

I got the boys by their balls.

Uh-huh.

What about the girls?

It's a little more complicated.

Are they envious?

- Maybe a few.

- Angry?

- I hope not.

- Some will be.

I suppose so.

At me or you?

I don't know.

What do you think?

Don't know.

I suppose We'll find out

soon enough.

I suppose so.

Can I get dressed now'?

Yes.

You're staring at me.

Sorry.

I don't mind.

What?

You think this is gonna ruin

my reputation?

Oh, I needed that.

I always like one after sex.

I'd like to stop now.

The interview?

Yeah.

I don't think

I've got anything else to say.

Nothing else I want to say.

I do.

What?

- What?

- I'll tell you later.

- Will you, now?

- Mm-hmm.

Does life exist

after the credits?

I thought we just went poof!

Poof!

And disappeared into the ether.

Will I be invited

to the premiere?

It's your film.

Of course You'll be there.

On the screen

or in the audience.

Both.

- Tell me now.

- What?

What you want to tell me later.

Come on.

Come on.

Go on.

Mattie was a sex worker.

Matilda?

Matilda's a whore?

She was... before we met.

F***! F***!

- F***.

- I didn't know.

She didn't tell me until

our first wedding anniversary.

Well.

I suppose

we all have our little secrets.

- Mm-hmm.

- Mm.

And when she told you,

uh... How did you take it?

Not very well.

Oh, don't tell me

that's why you left her.

Aw, you didn't, did you?

You didn't break up with her

because she'd been a hooker?

So, you didn't love her.

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