Pleasure or Pain Page #2

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out a different woman.

Take her back to your suite at

The Ritz and f*** her brains out.

Are they true?

Come on, Victoria,

we just got married.

It's true, isn't it?

Victoria.

I bet you didn't even

ask them their names.

It had nothing to do with love.

It had nothing to do with you.

Your life growing up Jack,

tell me about it.

I want to know every detail.

I liked boxing gyms and the

feel of money in my pocket.

I liked coming to this country knowing I

could be anything I wanted to be.

I liked reading the real estate

ads in the Times,

I liked buying new clothes and

having my shoes shined.

I liked being alone,

eating alone,

and waking up alone.

Until?

Until...

I saw you in Matthew's

showroom that day.

You are so full of sh*t Jack.

I like watching you move.

I like the jewelry you make.

I like your hair, your eyes,

the music you listen to, your spirit.

I do, really.

I like your energy, your dreams,

your laughter, your rage.

- I like everything about you.

- My rage?

Your rage, yeah. Right below

the surface, ready to explode.

Good, clean, cherry-pink rage.

I don't have any rage.

Everyone has rage.

Just a question of what comes

out and what form it takes.

- It's what drives us.

- Really?

Really.

I wish I could protect

you from my past...

but I can't.

F*** the past.

Stop!

Stop it!

Stop it!

C'mon!

Jack this is dangerous.

Stop... Stop it!

What the f*** are you doing?

Stop.

Ow!

Jack!

I hate to think that I was out of

control even then, but I was...

I was in love.

...or was it lust?

Had I fallen in love with Jack or...

was it just that

magnificent dick of his?

I even started to go with him on his dates.

At his hotel suite.

I went to a spa and I got

a facial and manicure.

I love European boys and

I heard you are Greek.

Hi, Jack. I came all the way

from Valencia, Spain...

because I heard that your dick is amazing.

The 100% Greek dick?

And I promised to all my girlfriends

that I would take a photo of your dick.

So you gonna let me take

a photo of it right?

No.

I've been divorced for about a year

now, and I've only been with one man.

One of my friends was saying

what a wonderful lover your are.

I was hoping that you could unlock

the passion I know is inside of me.

Would you like to seem

make myself squirt, Jack?

Sure why not?

If you don't let me take a photo of

your dick, I'm not gonna f*** you.

But, if you let me,

maybe I can f*** you...

or maybe I can give a blowj*b.

You want me to show you

how I do the blowj*b?

First I take the balls, and

lick them from down, up...

Believe it or not, I actually

paid someone to teach me.

It was the most fun

I've ever had in my life...

Really.

...and then I take the dick,

and I start to suck it.

Until I can feel here.

I love it, and until I can

feel the milk all over me...

cuz, I love milk.

It can get a little messy.

So I've heard.

I wanted to look good for you.

American boys, they are too controlling.

Sometimes we'd play this game where

I'd just show up in the room.

Just to see what the

reaction would be.

- Who is she?

- My wife.

- Would you like to meet her?

- Sure.

And most women seemed

happy to have me there.

That is how much I sacrifice myself

and to f*** you. So what do you say?

You can take a

picture of my dick.

- Who f*** is this?

- My wife.

And then there were

the ones that just...

freaked out and ran out

of the room screaming.

Monica.

Victoria.

Very nice to meet you.

You're very pretty...

and tall.

From Slovakia.

So Monica, are you in or out?

I'm in.

You might want to

get me a towel.

I brought you your towels Mr. Thorton.

I'm sorry was I interrupting something?

And sometimes I'd dress

up as a hotel maid...

and come into the room with

an armful of fresh towels.

Jack would invited

me to stay and play.

Come here, Jack.

Jack, what am I supposed to do?

Anything you want.

And through it all,

Jack just kept on smiling.

He was happy...

and so was I.

Two days later...

Jack left on a business trip.

New Orleans this time.

He asked me to go with him, but I had

a big jewelry show to get ready for.

So I stayed home.

Alright guys on three. Ready?

One two Three.

Hi, I'm Isabel. We haven't

been formally introduced.

Jack asked me to look after

you while he was away.

Congratulations on your

marriage by the way.

I'm a little jealous that I wasn't invited

to the ceremony, but that's our Jack.

His way or the highway?

I hope you like the dining

set I picked out for you.

I like it.

"His way or the highway."

Thanks for the warning, sister.

Opera gloves and stilettos...

in the middle of the day?

Turns out, Isabel had been

working for Jack for years.

She was his go-to girl,

his assistant...

cook, and Chief bottle-washer.

Later, she swore to me

that she never f***ed him.

Although it was hard

for me to believe...

I kinda chose to at the time.

Victoria, this is Rita.

She's going to be helping around

the house while Jack's away.

So if there's anything you need

or want, don't hesitate to ask.

These are gorgeous.

- Can I try one on?

- Of course.

Turn around and let me see.

It's beautiful.

What do you think?

How about unbutton the

rest of your shirt?

Let's see what that looks like.

The bra.

Take off your bra and

put it on the floor.

I want to see what this necklace

looks like against some skin.

She's a beautiful model.

Perfect for your jewelry.

Don't you think?

You know, I brought

my camera with me.

Would you mind if I

took a few pictures?

Did Jack put you up to this?

Jack didn't put me up to anything.

He told me to keep you amused.

I assume this is amusing you?

Enormously.

It's beautiful.

Oh yeah... right there.

Victoria, why don't you stand in the frame?

And watch from there.

No, I'm more of a

"behind the camera" kinda girl.

I'm not asking you to do anything.

Just watch.

No.

Fine, if you're not going to take

any pictures, take a look at these.

That's pretty hot, huh?

Here you try.

Put the camera up to your eye.

Poses for her.

Keep shooting, and I have no idea

what's going to happen next.

How unexpected was that... right?

And it didn't turn me off...

it...

excited me.

Hello?

You've been a bad girl

Victoria, haven't you?

This is the first time

it's rung since you left?

C'mon Victoria, don't be coy.

Isabel told me about

your little photo shoot.

Sounds like a perfect way of

selling jewels if you ask me.

And it turned you on didn't it?

Tell me.

- Yes.

- Yes what?

- Yes, it turned me on.

- What did you feel?

Describe it to me,

in detail.

- I can't.

- Of course you can.

Tell me exactly how

it made you feel.

Wet,

as if you were going down on me.

Your tongue on my clit...

doing what you do to get me off.

Do I get you off?

Really... get you off?

Or are you just faking it?

Most women fake it.

That's just common knowledge.

Not this woman.

Good to know. Now I want

to wet your fingers...

and drop them down

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