Call Me: The Rise and Fall of Heidi Fleiss Page #2

I'm your little b*tch.

Absolutely.

So I end up sending

three of my top girls...

direct to the set in Malta

for two nights.

- So I guess he's not gay after all.

- Gracias.

Not this week.

That enough for you?

That's good. Good.

Same time next week?

My greens.

- Always a pleasure, Alex.

- Excellent.

Heidi.

- Glen. Heidi.

- Hi.

His name is Glen Feather.

He worked for a national tabloid.

He had seen a few too many

black-and-white movies about reporters.

Celebrities have to pay for sex?

Hollywood girls are tough.

Even if a guy is a celebrity, you know

they're not gonna screw him for long...

unless he marries them

or gives them a career break.

These days a guy can spend $300 on dinner

three nights running and still not get laid.

They don't pay you for the sex, you know,

they pay you to leave.

Alex said

I had a lot to learn about being sexy.

That's how I met Lauren.

She was supposed to teach me.

Lauren was once married to a huge rock star.

She lasted with him for about three months.

You wanted to see me?

- But hey, that's rock and roll.

- Hi. I'm Lauren.

- Hi. Let me make you more comfortable.

- No.

Do something with her.

She looks like hell.

Rodeo Drive.

Men came from all over the world...

and they were totally horny.

They thought there was something

magic about Beverly Hills.

And me and the rest of Alex's

girls were there, just waiting...

ready to take their money from them.

- Alex is great, isn't she?

- You think so?

- We're just slabs of meat for her.

- But she's so on top of it.

So how'd you get into this?

After my marriage broke up, I decided to

become an actress. Good luck.

- Tough, huh?

- I auditioned for everything.

I auditioned for soaps, for commercials.

I couldn't even book a Depends ad.

Working for Alex is way better than

waitressing. What about you?

- I want everything. The best.

- What do you mean?

The best house, best cars, the best clothes,

the most beautiful lovers.

I wanna hang with the best people

and get paid for it.

He needs you to stay five minutes more,

he pays one full hour.

He needs you dress up...

nurse, Nazi... he pays extra.

He wears a rubber all the time.

- What if he's a talker?

- Hello.

- Hello, Alex.

- Bill.

- I was thinking about some

company on Saturday.

- How many girls?

- Three this time.

- The usual hotel?

- Yeah, the pink one on Sunset.

- For how long?

- Just a night.

- $5,000. Bye-bye.

If he's talker, if he wants to b*tch about

his wife, that's extra.

Nothing is for free.

Mr. Mendel esta aqui.

Muy bien. Gracias. You'll like Mendel.

- Mendel.

- You wanted to see me?

Yes. Can you take a seat outside, please?

I'll be about five minutes.

When my little girls are bad,

Mendel spanks them for me.

So there they were.

They found his rubbers.

They filled them with water...

thought they were balloons, you know...

then dropped them

all over the Persian carpet.

I gave him

such a good story for his wife.

Alex, I love talking to you.

Sure. Now you're going to learn the most

important thing you'll ever learn from me.

- Shoot.

- Keep your mouth shut.

The client knows about me. I know about

the client. Nobody else knows anything.

I know how to keep a secret.

Heidi, you're smart.

- Hello.

- I got a piece of business for you.

- Don't mess up.

- Okay.

I gotta tell you, I was nervous.

I was afraid the guy might need me to do

some weird, perverted sex act...

with a Rottweiler or something.

Felt like I was in

the middle of an O.D.

My heart was beating

like a damn drum.

I've been hanging out

with rock stars since I was a kid.

They were right at the top of

the sexual pecking order in Hollywood.

Alex's girls thought

they were gods or something.

To me they werejust another

bunch of guys who

would screw mud if nothing else was around.

- Alex sent me.

- Hi.

Some of the guys were partying?

We'll make the record company eat it, right?

Naturally.

Backstage at the Greek

a couple of years back.

I remember. You liked my tattoo.

What does it say again?

"Forever is not enough"?

Very good.

- What was your name again?

- Heidi.

- It's 1,500.

- That seems high.

- You get what you pay for.

- Come on, man. Aren't you happy to see me?

Absolutely. But you know what?

I need to be paid.

Man, like, you should be paying me.

Excuse me?

All right. Catch you later, man.

Wait.

Lonely at the top, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Tasty little one, aren't ya?

Go again?

At the age of 22,

I traveled the world first-class...

and got paid for it.

I ate, slept, shopped, toured and enjoyed

the finest of everything.

Most people save their entire

lives to do that.

Or they never get a chance.

Heidi.

The client is waiting.

You like that?

Heidi.

It's good.

- How about some sneakers?

- Just bought these.

- Tacky.

- Heidi, I'm not really interested in

all this materialistic crap.

I just would like to buy a present for

my little brother, okay?

I'm not like you, Heidi. I don't worship

at the temple of consumption.

You know what, Jase?

You don't have to come on like

some plaster saint, okay?

Where'd you get that dough? You're usually

so broke you can't even afford Tampons.

- Keep a secret?

- Of course.

Guys pay me to have sex with them.

What, you don't believe me?

- Wow.

- It's from the richest guy in Brazil.

I like to wear it with sweatpants

'cause I look so Arab.

The one constant in

this business were the Hollywood regulars.

Hmm. But there was nothing

regular about Steve.

Jesus, they just keep getting younger.

I'm sorry, ladies. It just ain't happening.

- I'm all out of ideas.

- Oh, don't cry, dear.

Better women all over the world

have tried and failed at the task.

Wait a minute.

Let's have a fantasy night.

Hey. Fantasy is my business.

Mine too.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Like any other producer,

Steve needed to be pitched a good sto,

All right. So how're we

gonna make it, kiddies?

First, you'll be walking that red carpet

in Cannes with Lauren and Charisse.

- What about you, Heidi?

- Heidi will be there too...

when you get the Palme d'Or.

- Then you'll all go back to

a fabulous hotel suite.

- Sounds promising.

Your phone will be ringing

with offers, like, nonstop.

Then Lauren will take

her big, long tongue...

and lick you all over.

Charisse will open her beautiful mouth.

That's when the White House

calls for advice on foreign policy.

- Yeah?

- That's where I make my entrance.

I'll present you with the award for

Outstanding Male Performance.

That was a very nice weekend.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Heidi, see you soon.

- Oh.

- Oh.

Man, there's probably $40,000 in here.

How's that for two days' work?

- Let me see.

- Oh.

- I'm going to the track.

- How can he afford that?

Duh. Steve can afford anything

his little heart desires.

Especially you, you idiot.

The big money was in

being sent to the foreigners.

If only my Hebrew

school teacher could see me now.

Your order is here from Madam Alex.

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