GirlHouse

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Hurry!

Get him!

Over there!

Where are you?

Gotcha now.

If you wanted to play house, all

you had to do was ask.

Haven't you ever

kissed a girl before?

Aww, it's easy.

All you do is close your eyes

and pucker up.

Like this.

Mm-mm.

We wanna see what's down there.

I'll show you mine

if you show me yours.

Come on, lover boy.

That's it?

Looks like an acorn!

- Mmm... - Hey, come back!

Come back!

Come back, lover boy!

Bye! See you soon!

Help...

Please...

Please help...

I'm sorry! What...

I was kidding.

No... No! Please!

I'll do whatever you want!

I'm sorry!

Please...

I'm begging you, I'm begging you!

No, no, please!

...Well?

"All right"?

Honey, this here

is some Grade A prime rib.

We've been over this.

I don't have a choice.

You could always sell drugs.

Oh, my God, what are you...

Go back to your computer,

I wasn't done with my show.

Uh, okay, then get in here and

close the door, I'm buck naked.

Well, you better get used to it.

- It is your new business attire.

- Joke all you want,

but it's either this

or drop out of school.

I thought you said your mom

could swing it?

The tuition and her mortgage?

I mean...

Not without my dad's income.

Not for long.

Well, breaking news for ya,

there are other ways

a gal can earn cash

besides flashing her vertical

smile all over cyberspace.

Look, Kylie, you're

better than this...

and I strongly doubt

your dad would approve.

All right, look; t's not

prostitution, or even stripping.

There's no sleazy men slipping singles

into my g-string while copping a feel.

Yeah, but it's porn, Kylie!

Technically. But it's not like

skanky Boogie Nights porn.

I mean, it's just me

and a few unmanned cameras

doing things I'd probably

be doing anyways.

Metal and glass - that's all.

And a whole wide world

of douchebags whacking off

on the other side!

Ugh... I gotta go.

Have fun with

your little nudie site.

My name's Mia. Welcome to

Girlhouse. Come inside!

Come on, boys.

I'm so wet and ready for you.

Oh, yeah. Yeah... Oh, oh...

Oh, mm...

Hi, you've reached the

voicemail of Linda Atkins,

please leave a message.

Hey, Mom, it's me.

Great news... Um, I got

a part-time job working for

one of my professors.

It pays really well, so I'll be

able to send you some money.

Also, I decided to move

off campus with some friends.

It's way cheaper and way more

spacious than the dorms.

Oh, yeah, and, wait,

here's the best part:

I got this scholarship that

begins next semester,

so you won't have

to pay my tuition

from now on. I miss you, Mom.

Talk soon. Bye.

Kylie Atkins!

What changed your mind?

Got my eye on

a new pair of shoes.

My detractors say

I'm just some smut pedlar,

preying on the weaknesses of

young women and men.

I say screw them.

The fact is, I'm one of the

fastest-rising entrepreneurs in America.

I'm no pimp.

I'm the Hugh Hefner

for the 21st century.

Um, about the pay.

Can I really expect to make

- as much as you said?

- Minimum.

Anything above base salary

is up to you.

We track every eyeball and every

girl every second of the day.

You bring dollars, you get

rewarded. Sky's the limit.

Now...

How do I make sure one of these

guys doesn't end up stalking me?

Today, Girlhouse

is the most secure,

technologically advanced site

of its kind.

My team of top engineers work

around the clock

from an untraceable location

to ensure

that Girlhouse can never be

tracked or hacked.

Team, say hi to Kylie.

: Hi to Kylie.

Bye, team.

With this little baby,

I can monitor and control every

aspect of the site 24/7.

Cameras, microphones,

computers - I can block it all

with the push of a button.

Girlhouse is pretty much

the Fort Knox of websites.

Um... How much

of that is required?

Uh, nothing's ever required.

Everything and everyone

you do is up to you.

Look, when I approached you

in the quad last spring,

it was because I could see you

were someone special.

I knew you had

what it takes to be a hit.

Here we are.

Home sweet home.

After you.

- Steve.

- Gary.

This is Kylie,

our newest resident.

- Pleasure.

- Hi.

Steve and Big Mike

oversea security.

Along with the perimeter wall

out back,

they're our low-tech

last line of defence.

How often do you have

to turn people away?

Uh, a few times a year

some college chump

follows one of the girls home.

No big deal.

Yeah. Especially when you're

an ex-NC State linebacker.

: Okay, so now we're

at this nice state...

Sh*t, Gary!

You didn't say

you were coming by!

And that's Kat. She's...

Well, she's Kat.

Uh, we have over 50

cameras around the house.

I encourage you to utilize

as many as you can.

- So, like, hundreds of guys are watching us right now?

- Thousands,

at any given moment.

Why do they want to watch

all the boring stuff like this?

Well, it gives members

the sensation

of actually getting to know you.

It's what makes us different

from other sites.

- There's our Kat.

- These guys will fall in love

with you, 'cause they're not

getting just the sex,

they're getting

a full experience.

It's kinda like

they live with us.

Except each girl's full

identity is always kept secret.

Members can never figure out

where or who you are

in real life, and if some random

viewer does recognize you,

we block or delete

any attempt to broadcast it.

Should we take the tour?

That's Devon,

our main attraction.

Devon.

This is Kylie, our new roommate.

A little on

the wholesome side, eh, Gare?

Hope she doesn't

devalue the product.

She thinks you're competition.

Take it as a compliment.

Come on.

Okay... That's Janet.

She's doing

a chat right now, probably with

a bunch of millionaire execs.

She's big with

the Fortune 500 crowd.

That's 'cause I'm all

business, b*tches!

This is Kylie, the new girl.

Hey, girl. Okay, boys, you

wanna see my spreadsheet?

- Okay...

- Get that. Yeah!

This is Heather's room.

She's the wild one.

Also the loudest in the sack.

When she's knocking boots you're

gonna hear about it.

Literally,

the whole house shakes.

Hey! Gare, thought

I heard you out there.

- Hey, Heather, this is Kylie.

- Hey, hun. Pleasure.

Gare, you still owe me for that

3-way last week, remember?

Oh, God, I'm sorry. I forgot.

I'll get on that, okay?

- Okay.

- All right.

Good luck, and live sexy.

Take care.

Okay, come on.

Here it is. New girl always

gets the third floor.

It's perfect.

- Here you are.

- Hey!

I missed you.

- Kylie, this is Mia, my girlfriend.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I know, I know what you're probably thinking,

"How do they justify living

here, doing this for all those

sleazy guys out there," but we

don't look at it like that.

The members may not necessarily

be our fantasy,

but we definitely are theirs.

And they're not all

creepy losers. You'll see.

Come on.

Bye!

And you all go to Selby College?

- Are you kidding?

- I dropped out when I found out

how much money I could make

here. It's ridiculous.

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