Call Me: The Rise and Fall of Heidi Fleiss Page #4

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

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