No, Giorgia, if it is a joke tell me him because the joke is beautiful when hard few.

That situation was starting to bother me, I wanted some explanations or to put elegant to the misunderstanding.

Excuse me, but I don't now remember to be there ever met before, you are probably confusing me with somebody else.

I was firmly convinced it dealt with a misunderstanding.

You feel, if there is a characteristic that represents me it is the fact that I never forget a face. And yours has remained well me had been engraving for the other evening, even if it was not the face that you exhibited with so much mastery.

Those words crossed me the brain as a lightning. I started to make things clear in my head making to fit one to one all the wedges of the puzzle and the sketch that it came out from there it was not of the best.

The history that Giorgia had told me, the farewell party to the spinsterhood of the story had been made to the Lady Violet, Anita had a.s.sisted to one of my shows and had recognized me!

They were the ugliest instants of my life.

Giorgia asked to the cousin of the explanations and her it gave her for him, it told her that I was me the boy of the story, that of the farewell party to the spinsterhood, what he/she danced naked among the women and it made him suck the cazzo from his/her friend and from others extraneous.

Initially Giorgia tried to defend me, to convince his/her cousin that was been wrong, but she was sure of what you/he/she had seen.

It started to become infuriated, he/she knew not to be in the blame and he/she wanted to look for a way to all the costs to show that neither he was being wrong neither tantomeno had started to tell cavolate.

The desire!

It exclaimed of a line Anita.

How? Giorgia some responded stunned by those things that you/he/she had felt and sincerely confused by the fact that I didn't say anything to defend me.

The boy that I have seen in the place, the" ballet dancer", it had a small dark desire between the abdomen and the groin. Now if I have been wrong I am ready to ask excuse and rimangiarmi what I have said, but if your boy has that desire as I believe, there are not doubtful then since I don't think I would have been able to know him/it in other ways if indeed you/he/she is the first time that we meet there.

Giorgia looked me in the eyes. In his/her look there was a mix of sadness and disgust.

Something stammered, churches excuse to his/her/their cousin and it escaped in tears away.

I looked at Anita with a threatening air, she didn't seem quite intimidated. Would have liked to crush her/it!

Courses behind Giorgia, wanted to explain me somehow, even if really I didn't have idea of thing tell her.

I reached her, it was in full hysterical crisis. It screamed, he/she cried, it told me to go, that I was her disgusting, that I had lied her and who knows from how much time. I tried to explain her that for me it was a job as another, that the others didn't count anything, that before then I had never fallen in love and that she was what I wanted from the life, but my words served only to make to subsequently bother her/it.

Went vomiting away I set me every sort of insult.

That was the last time that I saw her/it. We felt there for telephone a few other times but also the phone calls never ended in the best any ways and to see him didn't speak.

You/he/she had remained deeply wound, had done her some evil, and quite a lot.

I tried her everybody. I told her that I did him/it for the money, for us, that that had been her/it before and only time that had gone so over, up to reveal her that I was sick of s.e.x, that needed it and that for me to do him/it one or twice the week equivaleva to kill myself!

Any street I decided to follow it was that wrong. By now among us everything was ended.

Chapter 14.

Third floor!

I keep on falling in the void, intersection a pa.s.ser-by's eyes that for an instant you/he/she has acknowledged what is happening. I succeed in reading the terror in his/her eyes, who knows if he sees something in mine.

Of certain it won't find us neither fear, neither uncertainty, and not even desperation. Only tiredness. Tiredness and a great sense of void that I bring for a while by now me inside.

I don't know anymore who am, I don't have an ident.i.ty anymore. My cazzo has him, him yes that you/he/she has always been to the center of the attention.

In the years to come the people he/she won't remember him more than me, but of my cazzo. Be him the legend!

I already imagine me what will happen. My photo naked it will turn for the quizes television type" who wants to be millionaire"?.

European centomila question: he/she knows how to tell me who the naked man of the photo is?

Moments of suspense, the lady that thinks of us a musichetta that increases the tension.

Mah, has to say that its face doesn't tell me really nothing. no, The don'ts believe to know him/it.

The conductor tries to help her/it, he knows that a tall win sometimes contributes to bring the listening to the stars.

On lady, you look well, you/he/she has been very famous!

Again suspense, close-ups of the compet.i.tor and the conductor accompanied by a music studied to way, a puntatina on the friend of the compet.i.tor session among the public that crosses the fingers and it moves the lips as same formulating some prayer or some rite scaramantico.

A moment. that cazzos have already seen him! But yes, it is that famous actor, Mike Mitch.e.l.l!

The lady's expression that from shaken it becomes euphoric.

Guessed lady! Thanks to this" pillar" of the international cinema - you excuse the game of words - she has just won European centomila!

And the public that explodes in a deafening boato.

It won't go really this way probably, but the sense is that.

Who knows how much they will remember me for the person that I was, and not only for my bird, or for as I swept.

And who knows that reaction will have the people when he/she will read of my death.

What will it say Giorgia? They will be five years that I don't feel her/it. Will it spend a tear? Or perhaps it will be happy about the beautiful end that the man has done that did her/it so much to suffer. I don't succeed in not thinking that if I/you was otherwise behaved myself, if I/you had not had that whole greed of s.e.x, if I/you had now been even a different person I would be with her, embraced on the couch to see the tv, with one or two children that turn for the room, instead that in free fall to wait for the impact with the ground.

And thing they will think my parents when they will know that their rebellious and sacreligious child is dipart.i.to?

They will perhaps regret the to have me disowned, or even they will pretend of nothing, they will fake not to know me. Dopotutto the newspapers will speak of the death of Mike Mitch.e.l.l, not of Michael Moccia.

Also them it is a few years that I don't feel them more, from when you/they have discovered of my job.

For such a Catholic family the possession a child that makes p.o.r.no film, or better that it is the symbol of the international p.o.r.no, it doesn't have to be a big boast.

And to say that you/they have discovered of me really looking me at the work.

My father has seen me in a tape on internet, he says that you/he/she has happened for error, that was looking for a whole other thing there. As no. It is an excuse that I have felt more times to recite.

n.o.body looks at the p.o.r.no but all they know them, and they know the actors, the actresses, even the directors and the producers.

If mine father had never seen that kind of film or if had so particularly frequented indeed only people straight line and for then I don't see well, where the problem would have been, n.o.body would ever have been able to recognize me and to cover him/it of is ashamed!

Reality is that people are hypocritical.

We like the s.e.x, as we like the voyeurismo, as we like the transgression. Them alone demonizziamo when we are dissatisfied of our repressed s.e.xual life, we don't succeed in doing what we see to do to the others and then we are unhappy and we send to the fire who doesn't have instead problems.

Hate me, judge me, brand me with the symbol of the evil, but as said a great": I am me, and you are not a cazzo!"

After the end of the history with Giorgia I understood that the love didn't do for me. It was not what I looked for, not in that part of my life. The love made to suffer, quite a lot, and at least for a beautiful po' of time I would have remained to the wide one of it.

My job I continued to the Lady Violet, and with the time I became more and more popular.

My first objective became that to sweep me the girls, the second that to make money and there inside I could pursue them both without problems.

In the meantime I finished the studies, I graduated me in jurisprudence; not I taken the maximum one of the votes, the study I had not devoted to as I would have owed, but I didn't care it, rather.

I have graduated above all because my parents desired him/it, then also because I had started that walk and I didn't like to leave the fifty-fifty things. Who knows, a would have been able also tomorrow to serve me my piece of paper hung to the wall, but for the time being I had what I desired: women, money and fun.

Linda was the only true friend that I found me, the only person that really you/he/she accepted me for what I was and she didn't want from me nothing in change, and the fact showed him/it that friend remained also me in the first period in which I was together with Giorgia and we didn't sweep anymore.

Lately you/he/she was pa.s.sing an ugly period. You/he/she had lost the job to the center comfort, and it seemed he/she didn't succeed in finding another of it.

Initially I lent her a hand, but I was not able of certain to maintain her/it me, so I made her a proposal: she needed a job, even though momentary and paid ache, I had need of someone that he took care of my professional career. Now that the studies I had ended I had more time to disposition, only that didn't know whether to start and to who to address for finding that type of job that I knew how to do well me. Linda knew quite a lot people of all the types instead, you/he/she was awake and with the people she knew us to treat. My manager would have become!

With the term of the studies, the end of the history with Giorgia and only working to the Lady Violet three evenings a week, I was me a country house of leisure time. I could do more, and Linda was entrusted of to find more him to me that.

You/he/she would have had the winds for one hundred of my earningses, therefore it was his/her interest to develop well his/her new charge.

Linda frequented a lot of wealthy people, you/he/she was always involved with people straricche and you/he/she was really to theirs that turned him for my first charges.

I returned to my old duty of Gigol but this time him it didn't treat more than to sweep him a venticinquenne for few change, this time Linda had lifted the draught.

You/he/she had tightened a pact with Madams Sophie, you/he/she was made to make some particular business cards of the Lady Violet, that it distributed in his/her turn of high-ranked friendships, with on suitable besides the name and the address of the place, also the fact that would have been necessary to introduce that coupons to access the club. When his/her clients introduced that coupons to the entry of the Lady Violet she received a ten percent on the entrance fee and on the price of entry of the evening, and above all you/he/she was informed from who of duty on the name left by the person during the recording.

Once that the ident.i.ty of the parties knew to that type of diversion you/he/she could come us into contact, telling the people that you/he/she had seen her to the place, that also she frequented, and once broken the ice to make them other types of proposals.

In that period it happened me of everything, from the old lady prepared to pay figures insane solo to do me a pumps, to her husband that paid me beautiful sums to sweep me his wife in his/her presence.

I accepted all, and I liked it. I liked the s.e.x, I liked the transgression, and I liked even more the money that earned.

To infringe excited me to die. The fact that a thing was held dirty, forbidden, immoral, did me him to become never not hard as and I was for the most part paid to do him/it!

There were also some times when I was me to pay, or however of the extra sweeps that I granted only me for the taste to go out of the schemes.

The times when I paid for sweeping were only a pair and I did him/it for a motive: to sweep with a woman that didn't desire me, to which I even was disgusting. I paid, therefore it had to do what I asked her, it was my maid. The problem was my beautiful aspect and my princely cazzo however, so to make even the thing most disgusting possible to my partner I went to her without washing myself, or however I treated her/it in the peggior possible way.

Another time lost two months to go behind a nun. To profane that suit had become for me an obsession. At the end cedette, swept her/it to me in the sacristy, to pecorina, with still the suit I wear. I have never felt a figa bathe himself/herself/themselves more than that of Sister Maria Annunziata.

I was the king of the transgression, if idea had tickled me I would also be swept me my grandmother.

One day Linda called me telling me that an interesting job had found, and that if you/he/she had probably been all right we would have started to see some true money.

Through his/her knowledges, you widen in the last period, you/he/she had come into contact with a film producer, kind Hard, that had revealed her to be very interested to me.

Frank Corsari was a young independent producer. You/he/she had created a small house of production from the nothing together with one friend of his, Steve Maccheroni, that occupied him of regal.

The producers more affirmed don't usually look for new faces, at least among the men but them yes.

You/they had already made a pair of movies, and they reinvested all the results to widen and to improve their small house of production.

Linda fixed me an appointment to make a test-tube. It told me that in case I/you had been taken the pay you/he/she would not have been tall, I would have done very more and with a lot of less work continuing in my turn of marchette, but Linda looked at the future. It didn't interest a lot her what we would have been able to economically draw from that films, but only what we would have been able to draw in expectancy thanks to the visibility that this experience would have given me.

I trusted her, it was intelligent and he/she saw us long. We introduced us for the first meeting on following Mondays, to house of the producer.

Our first meeting was enough calm. Frank didn't have a study, not yet, therefore you/he/she welcomed us in the living room of his/her house to discuss of that job.

Initially it made the honors of house, Steve Maccheroni introduced me, the director - obviously both you/they had adopted some pseudonyms to make that work - and in front of a good cup of coffee he/she spoke to me some his/her job and of as you/he/she had arrived in the world of the p.o.r.no.

In little time the discourse did him less vague and more direct on what we would have had to do.

Confirmation first of all asked me on what Linda had reported him, of my dimensions and of the fact that I/you succeeded to more times to come during the day without problems. I confirmed.

He/she explained me as it was the job, what needed and the problems that this involved.

He/she explained me as in Italy it was difficult to serenely turn, above all to make some day-pupils, and that however for the resumptions in inside - that they were almost her totality - we would have had to often change location. The problem was that there was the danger of incappare in some legal nuisance as incitement to the prost.i.tution and similar vaccate.

It is funny to think that there am out hundreds of girls to the cold every evening, forced to prost.i.tute himself/herself/themselves from some few of good person that turns around her, and those that should protect our rights and our liberty in theory come to break the cazzo to of the acquiescent adults that accept to sweep in front of a taking car to earn some extra to the face of million of pippaioli.

I didn't succeed in concretely seeing this problem, perhaps because the Lady Violet had been going on for years and you/he/she had never had problems from the law, even if probably anything under there was. Madams Sophie had quite a lot important knowledges, also among political, therefore I think they left also her for that alone.

They asked me to do some a.n.a.lyses of the blood, to introduce the day of the resumptions to implore the danger of virus infections HIV, and that there would have been to sign a liberatoria for every done film.

For me there were no problems.

Then they projected a p.o.r.no film, and they tried to explain me what you/they wanted from me. It was a tape climbed on by them, a sort of" lessons of p.o.r.no" that you/they had created alternating video video professionistici amatoriali or on purpose turned by them to show to the new ones some work that that had to be done and that to be avoided, as to be for the television camera, of the lights, et cetera.