Closer Page #4

When?

When did you do it here?

-Answer the question!

-This evening.

Did you come?

-Why are you doing this?

-'Cause I want to know.

-Yes, I came.

-How many times?

-Twice.

-How?

-First he went down on me, then we f***ed.

-Who was where?

I was on top,

then he f***ed me from behind.

-That's when you came the second time?

-God.

-Why is the sex so important?

-Because I'm a f***ing caveman!

Did you touch yourself

while he f***ed you?

-You wank for him?

-Sometimes.

-And he does?

-We do everything...

-that people who have sex do.

-You enjoy sucking him off?

-You like his cock?

-I love it.

-Like him coming in your face?

-Yes!

-What does it taste like?

-Like you, but sweeter.

That's the spirit. Thank you.

Thank you for your honesty.

Now f*** off and die...

you f***ed -up slag.

I love you.

Thank you.

-What's this room called?

-The Paradise Suite.

-How many Paradise Suites are there?

-Eight.

Do I have to pay you to talk to me?

No. But if you want to tip me,

you're welcome.

Thank you.

I used to come here a million years ago.

It was a punk club.

The stage was....

Everything is a version of something else.

Twenty years ago.

How old were you?

-Four.

-Christ.

-When I was in flares, you were in nappies.

-My nappies were flared.

-You have the face of an angel.

-Thank you.

What does your c*nt taste like?

Heaven.

How long have you been doing this?

-Three months.

-Straight after he left you?

No one left me.

-Nice wig.

-Thank you.

Does all this turn you on?

-Sometimes.

-Liar.

You're telling me that

'cause you think it's what I want to hear.

You think I'm turned on

by it turning you on.

The thought of me creaming myself when

I strip for strangers doesn't turn you on?

Put like that, yes.

-Are you flirting with me?

-Maybe.

-Are you allowed to flirt with me?

-Sure.

-Really?

-No, I'm not. I'm breaking all the rules.

-You're mocking me.

-Yes, I'm allowed to flirt.

To prize my money from me.

To prize your money from you,

I may do or say as I please.

-Except touch.

-We're not allowed to touch.

Open your legs.

Wider.

Show me.

So what would happen

if I touched you now?

-I'd call security.

-What would they do?

They would ask you to leave

and not to come back.

-And if I refused to leave?

-They would remove you.

Those are security cameras in the ceiling.

I think it's best I don't attempt to touch you.

I'd like to touch you. Later.

-I'm not a whore.

-I wouldn't pay.

Why the f*** did he leave you?

-What's your job?

-A question. You asked me a question.

-So?

-It's a chink in your armor.

-I'm not wearing armor.

-Yes, you are.

-Why are you calling yourself Jane?

-Because it's my name.

We both know it isn't.

You're all protecting your identities.

There's a girl out there who calls

herself Venus. What's her real name?

-Pluto.

-You're cheeky.

-Would you like me to stop being cheeky?

-No.

What's your name?

Daniel.

Daniel the dermatologist.

-I never told you my job.

-I guessed.

You're strong.

There's another one out there.

Judging by the scars, a patient of Dr. Tit.

Calls herself Cupid.

Who's gonna tell her he was a bloke?

-He wasn't a bloke. He was a little boy.

-I want you to tell me your name.

Please.

Thank you. My name is Jane.

Your real name.

Thank you.

-My real name is Jane.

-Careful.

Thank you. Still Jane.

I've got about another 500 here.

Why don't I just give you all this money

and you tell me what your real name is...

Alice?

I promise.

Thank you.

My real name...

is plain Jane Jones.

I may be rich, but I'm not stupid.

What a shame, Doc.

I love them rich and stupid.

Don't you f*** around with me.

-I apologize.

-Accepted.

All the girls in this hellhole,

the pneumatic robots...

the coked -up baby dolls,

and you're no different.

You all use stage names

to con yourselves you're someone else...

so you don't feel ashamed showing

your c*nts and a**holes to strangers.

I'm trying to have a conversation.

-You're out of cash.

-I paid for this room.

This is extra.

-We met last year.

-Wrong girl.

Talk to me!

-I am.

-Talk to me in real life.

I didn't know you'd be here.

I know who you are.

I love you.

I love everything about you that hurts.

She won't even see me.

-You feel the same. I know it.

-You can't cry in here.

-Hold me. Let me hold you.

-We're not allowed to touch.

Come home with me. It's safe.

Let me look after you.

-I don't need looking after.

-Everyone needs looking after.

I'm not your revenge f***.

-I'll pay you.

-I don't need your money.

-You have my money.

-Thank you.

-"Thank you." Is that some kind of rule?

-Just being polite.

Do you get a lot of grown men

crying their guts out here?

Occupational hazard.

Have you ever desired a customer?

Yes.

Then put me out of my misery.

Do you desire me?

Because I'm being pretty honest

about my feelings for you.

-Your feelings?

-Whatever.

No, I don't desire you.

Thank you.

Thank you sincerely for your honesty.

You think you haven't give us

anything of yourselves?

Do you think because you don't love us

or desire us...

or even like us, you think you've won?

It's not a war.

If I asked you to strip right now, would you?

-Of course. Do you want me to?

-No.

Alice, tell me something true.

Lying is the most fun a girl can have

without taking her clothes off...

but it's better if you do.

You're cold.

You're all cold at heart.

What do you have to do

to get a bit of intimacy around here?

Maybe next time

I'll have worked on my intimacy.

No, I'll tell you what's gonna work.

You're gonna take your gear off right now.

You're gonna turn around very slowly,

and you're gonna bend over...

and you're gonna touch the f***ing floor

for my viewing pleasure.

Is that what you want?

What else could I want?

I'm sorry.

-What happened?

-Traffic.

-Do you want to go stand in the back?

-No, let's have a drink.

You look flushed.

You have no need to run.

-Vodka tonic?

-Yes.

-Vodka tonic and a Guinness, please.

-Sure.

How was it?

Fine.

You had lunch?

Then what?

-And then we left.

-And?

There's no "and."

You haven't seen him in four months.

There must be an "and."

-How is he?

-Terrible.

-Keep the change.

-Thank you, sir.

How is his dermatology?

-He's in private practice now.

-ls he?

Was he weeping all over the place?

-Some of the time.

-Poor bastard.

Was he difficult?

Are you angry that I saw him?

No. It's just...

I haven't seen Alice.

You can't see Alice.

You don't know where she is.

I haven't tried to find her.

You know why I saw him.

He's been begging me for months.

I saw him so he'd sign.

-So has he signed?

-Yes.

Congratulations.

You're a divorce.

Double divorce.

Sorry.

How do you feel?

Tired.

I love you.

And I need a piss.

I hate this place.

At least it's central.

I hate central.

Central London's a theme park.

I hate retro. I hate the future.

Where does that leave me?

Come back.

-You promised you wouldn't.

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