Pleasure or Pain Page #4

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Who are you?

Does it really matter?

No.

You are so beautiful, Mrs. Thorton.

Does seeing me making love

to Antonio make you jealous?

Very.

I know this might sounds

strange, sick even...

but seeing you with him reminded

me of how much I love you.

He said that, as I neared orgasm...

I suddenly became another person.

I wish I was.

An insatiable, sex crazed,

orgasm, obsessed, creature.

That night changed me.

But that changed him too.

It got to the point where...

Jack no longer wanted

to make love to me.

And it made me crazy.

I became obsessed with...

trying to think of

things to please him...

to turn him on.

As hard as I tried...

there was nothing I could do.

It was humiliating.

But, I didn't care.

I just wanted him back.

I'd do anything...

to get him back.

And every time I did

what he wanted...

He just pushed me further away.

You look good in red, Victoria.

Have I ever told you...

how I came the first

time you touched me?

The question is, why don't

you want me anymore?

Have you used me up...

Completely?

Do you want me to move out?

If you do, I will.

Just tell me what you want.

And I'll do it.

Have you met someone else?

Is that it?

Someone pretty...

and innocent?

Like I was?

Does it hurt you...

to see me desperate like this...

Jack?

Because I...

am certainly...

in pain.

Victoria.

Eve.

Hello, Victoria.

I've heard so many wonderful

things about you.

Eve's from Oklahoma.

She's here in L.A. hoping

to become a porn star.

I'm meeting with the people

from Vivid next week.

I'm really excited. You should

keep your fingers crossed for me.

Isabel has kindly agreed...

to shoot some footage of

Eve doing her thing.

Like a screen test.

I'll be the director...

and you...

will be the movie star.

Eve,

if it's okay with Victoria...

I want you to seduce her...

in the most provocative

way you can think of.

Are you okay with that, Victoria?

How long have you two

been seeing each other?

About a month,

come Saturday night.

Does that offend you?

No.

It might have before

I met Jack...

but now...

not at all.

So it's okay?

Whatever Jack wants,

Jack gets.

I bought into it.

Why shouldn't you?

That, made him feel alive.

Is there anything else that I

can get you, Mr. Thornton?

No, Rita. Thank you very much.

You can go home if you like.

Did you ever love me, Jack?

Truly love me?

I still do.

It's simple really...

If I don't force you to leave,

you will come to your senses

soon enough and abandon me.

Some day,

soon...

it will become too much for you.

It's you that's doing this to us.

Not me.

Don't be naive, Victoria.

You're too smart for that.

Look at you.

This is not who you really are.

This whole sex thing is a

passing thing for you.

A phase.

A little excitement

and then it's done.

For me, it's who I am.

I'm way too far gone.

But you're not.

Not yet.

So what I'm doing is

really for your own good.

Go away some place.

Get over this, and

go on with your life.

Without me.

You deserve better.

But I want you.

It's over, Victoria.

Leave before I destroy you.

Bullshit.

This is absolute,

f***ing bullshit!

Stop it.

F*** off, Jack.

What are you gonna do?

We were on our way home,

just Jack and me.

And my new best friend, Eve.

I'm horny as hell.

Every since I started doing porn, I can

masturbate at least five times a day...

or I get real grumpy.

You should start thinking

about doing porn, Victoria.

Sex all day, and you're getting paid?

It's a f***ing dream come true.

I need some dick.

F*** me harder,

harder motherf***er!

Eve died.

I injured my leg... badly.

And Jack... poor Jack.

He was in ICU for over a week.

They tried everything.

But there was nothing

anyone could do.

In the end,

we lost him.

I lost him.

It was too much.

I couldn't...

I just couldn't.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm sure that at some

point in your lives...

all of you women out there...

dream of finding

the perfect lover.

For great sex.

Constant sex.

Exciting, fabulous,

hot sex.

Of giving everything...

until there's nothing left.

Like anything else...

in excess, it can get

a hold of you...

and take you over...

completely.

Kamikaze love.

Dangerous love.

Driven to the edge,

over and over.

Willing to die for love.

By telling you this...

maybe, just maybe,

I can...

begin to put my life

back together again.

- That gives me hope.

- It should.

So, it's adios for now.

Until next time.

If there is a next time.

Above all...

Be brave.

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