The Center of the World Page #5

Brian. Pivano.

Pleased to meet you, mr. Pivano.

It's nice to meet you, miss-

Tremain.

Florence Abigail Tremain.

- My friends call me Abby.

- I guess he's not a friend, huh?

Richard is a man of discretion.

We are business partners, after all.

He would never presume to take liberties.

You wanna have a seat?

Yeah.

Yeah, we've been working together

for- What is it-

Like... eight months or something?

Nine months, Richard.

Nine months.

Brian and I went to college together.

Where you working now?

I'm over at Siltel.

So, uh, what sort of business

are you two in?

Women's clothing.

We deal exclusively on the internet.

We're in Las Vegas this weekend

doing research for our new line.

We deal in speciality items,

Erotic fantasy garments,

Latex dresses and whatnot.

We're called love factory dot com.

Underwear, Richard?

Yeah, it was a big opportunity, Brian.

Every woman has a fantasy, Brian.

Most women are too shy to walk into a store

And tell the clerk what they want.

O we're supported largely through advertising

We've had quite a few hits in the first

- Women want to feel desired.

And men love it when their women make

that extra effort to be desirable.

After all,

Without sex, none of us would be born.

And we are all born out of a woman's c*nt.

It is the center of the world.

And the more we can

do to glorify that holy spot,

The more we're doing for mankind.

Oh, sister, when you said that word

- I believe it was "c*nt"-

I thought he was gonna choke on his drink.

Telling it like it is, Sugar.

A c*nt is a c*nt is a c*nt.

No, don't do that. No, no, no.

Excuse me!

Mink bras, sable panties.

Beaver beaver covers.

Furs for your fur. Fox for your box.

Oh, chinchilla clit warmers.

Chinchilla clit warmers.

Come on.

Oh, f***. What am I doing?

Oh, it's okay, it's okay.

No, it's okay. No. No.

Hey, it's okay. Oh, f***.

It's okay. Come here,

come here, come here, come here.

Shh.

Richard, no. It's okay.

Richard. Richard! It's okay.

Shh.

Richard- Shh! Shh!

We can't do this. We have to

stick to the agreement.

I'll see you at 10:00.

F***.

I want you inside me.

Please.

I don't know what to do now. I can't just

give him a hand job for three days, you know.

You know what, Roxy? I mean,

I'd do it. I wouldn't even mind.

But it's like, f***,

I think I kind of like him.

No, no. I'm not gonna break the rules.

Tomato juice? In the mini-Bar,

yeah. Why?

Fake my- Are you f***ing kidding me?

What? What? And, like,

mix the tomato juice and the lipstick?

You okay?

Of course I'm okay.

How beautiful

you've made yourself

How cruel you've become

How so much like another

That it's no surprise

That I don't recognize you now

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