Pleasure or Pain

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- Are you ready to do this?

- Yeah.

Are you scared?

Yeah.

You'll do great.

Just let me know when you're ready.

Five, four, three, two, one. You're on.

Are you up?

Of course you are.

Night owls.

Night hawks.

Lovers.

Dreamers.

Girls on the run.

- Would you like me to tell you a story?

- Yes.

A story off sexual addiction...

...of giving up control.

A love affair turned...

toxic.

Of how I almost lost my leg...

...and nearly lost my life.

Santa Monica by the sea.

On a lazy...

Sunday afternoon.

I was designing jewelry at the time.

Not doing so great, but...

good enough.

Making ends meet.

I was at my friend Matthew's

shop on Main street,

when a wealthy client of his,

appeared in the reflection of the

mirror I was standing in front of.

I'll take her.

She's not for sale, Jack.

Too bad. I was refering the boat.

Victoria Dupre, this is Jack Thornton,

one of my oldest and dearest clients.

Nice choice. This will

look great in your house.

He was wearing a dark suit...

and a crisp, white shirt.

The woman with him...

Isabel.

Came to find out later was his...

"go-to" girl.

And in that first moment...

of eye contact...

he made it absolutely

clear to me...

without even saying a word

that he would not

disappoint me.

How long have you lived here?

Awhile.

I'll get around to furnishing

it one of these days.

It's so empty.

I've never seen anything like it.

It's so beautiful.

Do not move, stay there.

Beautiful.

Absolutely f***in'

beautiful.

Take off your clothes.

What?

You have a beautiful body.

Show it to me.

It's our first date, Jack.

Don't you think we

might be moving...

too fast?

No.

But if you want me to stop,

tell me...

and I will.

That's what you want, Victoria?

Did you want me to stop?

What's it going to be Victoria?

It's up to you.

It will always be up to you.

I'm gonna sit here and watch.

Let me see your breasts.

Perfect body.

Perfect smile.

Talented.

Smart.

You just take my breath away.

Take off your panties, Victoria.

What I'm going to do now,

is open the front of my pants...

and wait for you to come over here...

and slowly sink down onto me.

Will you do that for me, Victoria?

That's what I want.

Slowly.

I want you to take me...

inch by inch.

Breathing in...

and breathing out.

No kissing.

No touching.

Just the feeling

of me inside you.

I'm growing bigger...

and more insistent

by the moment.

Contract the muscles...

of your vagina.

Slowly.

Make love to me like that.

Can you do it without moving?

Tell me I want to know.

Can you feel how

much I want you?

Yes.

Breathing in...

and breathing out.

No kissing.

No touching.

Truth be told...

the first time you touched me...

I came.

A first of many firsts.

F***ed nonstop for a week.

Passion.

Romance.

Love.

The whole nine yards.

Marry me.

Are you crazy?

Marry me.

Why?

So you can turn me

into what you want?

You are already

exactly what I want.

They say he bought up all the

property that he could downtown

when he was just a kid.

You know back when downtown

was like living in Outer Mongolia

and everybody was selling their

soul to be on the west side?

Not our Jack.

He was buying Downtown.

I don't know where he got

the money, but he got it.

And he has the most beautiful penis.

What?

How do you know?

- I've been told.

- By whom?

Oh my God, don't

tell me he's gay.

Sorry, trade secret.

- Flowers for Miss Dupre.

- I'm Victoria Dupre.

Ooo! Looks like somebody

likes what he saw!

He asked me to marry him.

Already? I'm not surprised.

I was.

What'd you say?

I said he didn't know me well enough.

Wrong answer.

The greatest f***

you've ever had Jack.

Tell me about it.

I want to know.

Where are you taking me?

What's going on?

The greatest f***

I've ever had...

that's what you

wanted to know right?

Pretend this is an elevator

in an office building. Okay?

I'm just about to step onto it...

when a woman comes

charging at me

carrying a huge bouquet

of wild flowers.

Begging me to hold

the elevator for her,

because she forgot

something in her office...

and she's in a real hurry.

You'll be the woman, I'll be me.

You alright with that?

Good.

Do it.

Oh my God, I completely forgot.

More conviction. Play the role.

I'm such an idiot.

Can you hold the

elevator for me please?

I'll be back in just a second.

I swear.

Better...

and before I could answer,

she hands me the flowers...

runs back to her office,

Grabs a box with a

birthday cake in it...

and comes running back.

We step on the elevator,

I hand her back the flowers.

Low and behold the elevator

stops, between floors.

Stuck.

Greatest f*** I ever had.

Do you want to go on?

Yes?

Yeah, just stopped.

Twenty minutes?

Okay.

Yeah we're fine, we're fine.

Thank you.

I'm afraid this is

going to take awhile.

I'm dead... completely dead.

My husband is going to kill me.

He reach up under your skirt,

slide off your panties...

and put them in the right coat pocket.

- You really said that?

- I did.

- And she did it?

- Not right away, but eventually, yes.

Twenty minutes till

those doors open again...

and all I'm asking you to do,

is reach up under your skirt...

slide off your panties...

and put them in the

right coat pocket.

You asked me to describe the

greatest f*** I ever had.

That's what you said?

I'll show you.

I'll take this as far

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