Save for a healthy Tampa pot belly, his dick, and every now and then his arm, director/interrogator Cracker Jack is not seen in these five interviews with real live hookers in Vegas hotel rooms and Florida trailers. But he gets his money's worth from the five working girls, peppering them with questions whose answers get more interesting depending on the interviewee's level of intoxication.

But Denise, a dead ringer for Jennifer Lopez in "Out of Sight" and the most put together (and conventionally attractive) of the bunch, reveals by way of admission into this series that she once squirted while sliding down a stripper pole, high on chronic. The rest of the scene only reveals her increasing skeevishness with Mr. Jack, rather than any crack habit. Once the deed is done she high-tails it out of there.

And good for her. It is a probably a sign of her recovery that she does.

The remaining subjects are far more interesting and Jack's true raincoater status is revealed. The viewer thinks, "It is I who would have to be on crack to accept a blowjob from that substance abuser." And there, but for the grace of a crack pipe, go you.

Would that Cracker Jack take over the helm of Digital Playground's "Jack's Playground" series; I would become a porn fan.

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Often found on the walls of London's iconic red phone booths, these advertising cards have been around since the 1980's—and have evolved over time, as changes in printing technology have allowed them to become more sophisticated and complex. "Tart Cards" has collected more than 350 of these works of art, providing some background on how they came about, how they've evolved, and what, exactly, "a-levels" refers to. Curious? Take a sneak peek inside in the gallery below.

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Wan•der•lust: –noun
a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about.

You know that thing: even if you're spoken for, that itch—the innate desire to discover—persists. It's kinda why the Internet is so awesome. This week's picks from the best sex writing on the web feature all the glorious wanderlust you can handle, with none of the guilt. Sit back and relax; Madeline drew you a map.

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She was doing her thing without even taking out my dick. She was using it to get herself off, as most of the strippers do when they encounter my dick, by rubbing her clit against it as she slid up and down my leg. She succeeded in simultaneously getting both of us off using her method. Her cum juice oozed out and soaked my shorts along with my own jiz

—SEXhobbyist

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Lovers Reunite

I proceeded to tell him that I was instantly wet at just the thought of him filling my ass with his beautiful cock. ‘really? Pull your pants down a bit. Let me feel how wet you are'

So I did. Sweet jesus. His fingers explored my soaking wet pussy like it was the first time. Driving along the Queensway at 100km/h with his fingers tickling my clit and reaching as much as he could inside me.

—Confessions of an Adulterer

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Not Enough #7

"You're always so boring and vanilla, so ordinary, so run-of-the-mill. And right now I'm soooo fucking horny." She looked down at me with increasing anger, her eyes squinting in the darkness of the room. I could feel her skin against mine, the heat of her body cascading down on me as she knelt across my chest, her sex warmer still, the dampness just touching me.

—Swordfish Suite

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She took her time with him, letting her tongue slide around his head before licking down his shaft. She teased him, feeling him pulse in her hand. She licked over the veins that ran up his cock, feeling the beat of his heart through his cock. She swirled her tongue up and down before finally allowing her lips to slip over the head of his cock. Her warm mouth, slick with saliva, pulled his cock inside. She slid her tongue around his head again as she pulled him in deeper. Stephan groaned as his length touched the back of her throat.

—Dirty Little Mind

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The Queen of Spades

Her sleek heels clik on the wet pavement as she crosses the street toward the hotel. Her hair is taut across her scalp, the long and swaying strands of her rich brown hair complementing the movement of her hips as she strolls. The sheer dark miniskirt is as tight as a drum's skin, holding her thighs in an embrace, accentuating her small and so perky derriere as its cheeks raise and lower with each sensual and graceful step she takes. She's petite, likely in college, and as the faintest smile is spread across her amber lips as she makes her way to the lounge.

—Urban Roguery

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Room 215

As he sat back, I reached over and started stroking his cock. It was a nice one, little longer than mine, and about the same width. He went ahead and lay back on the bed, and I stroked him to hardness. I couldn't wait any longer and started running my tongue up and down his shaft. Swirling it around the head, teasing and tonguing the frenulum, then taking him in my mouth and going down slowly. I dunno about him, but damn I am enjoying myself.

—Wanton Maleness

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Sammy leans back on the scummy bed, ready for the camera man's onslaught.

"How old are you?" he asks.

"How old do you want me to be?" she asks.

They repeat this like nine times. Finally he says:

"Are you 25?" (we sure hope not).

"Something like that," she says.

Horrible things ensue and then, as he's driving her back to her corner, she says, "You don't even know about freaky shit."

And it's true. We don't.

This is an amazing video that takes me back to a time when adults were scary. From Sammy we go to Brandi and from there it just gets worse. But I couldn't stop watching. And what is usually a let-down in POV videos, the voice of the camera operator, is here the only lifeline to sanity.

He deftly interviews these women while they're blowing him and thereby gets all the squalid details. It is less a sex tape than a series of transactions. I suppose it could be viewed as sad, but there are so many other things going on than anyone's happiness that I couldn't be sure.

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The good people of Showtime have offered Fleshbot the exciting opportunity to showcase the very first episode of "Call Girl"'s second season. Through the magic of voodoo and video embeds, you'll find the entire episode right here, on this page. Take a peek at what Billie's up to this season... and be sure to let us know what you think in the comments.

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Street Walkers

Studio: Daring!
Director: Macondo
Cast: Melissa Black, George Uhl, Ian Scott,Priva, Mahe, Megane, Sarah, Oliver, Cage, J.J.

Review by: Gram Ponante

From the soulful Simply Red-esque synths backing up the main menu, I knew that this streetwalker movie wouldn't be a feel-good hooker with a heart of gold flick or a character study of an irrepressible pixie who makes men feel better about themselves via her body's shameless, sex-positive conduits. No, I knew there was something graver at work.

Jan just got back to Prague and he calls his friends, telling each one that tomorrow night they are to search for some bitches. They find Priva, looking way too good for the corner she's standing on (this is something people need to know about Prague).

She agrees to do Jan and his friend for 150 euros. They get back to Jan's apartment and are hardly in the door before she takes them both on, not even bothering to take off her top.

Because she liked them so much she fucked them without condoms, it is easy to see why afterward she massages their semen into her buttocks.

But Jan is insatiable. All he wants to do during his time in Prague is fuck hookers with buddies. Ivana comes next; she charges 200 euros (I think it's because she's blonde).

The next day, his experiences having been so good and his desire to bond with his amigos over hookers so strong, Jan brings two other dudes with him to pick up a third street walker (Mahe, my favorite), who charges them 300 euros.

But by now, a sort of Paula Cole-ish "Party of Five" soundtrack is playing, leading this viewer to believe that the pathos implied by the DVD Menu has evaporated, or that director Macondo was just going through his music library looking for tracks that fit the scene length. Shocking.

Jan takes a break but then gets right back on it.

"I haven't fucked for two days," he says. "I'm full of sperm."

Two guys this time. She makes a deal for 100 euros (so there goers my Blonde Is More Expensive theory).

At the end of the week Jan is exhausted. He has been drinking all night and a hooker familiar to him really gives him a hard sell. Despite wheedling her down to 100 euros and extracting promises from her that she will massage him and make him coffee, Jan still appears sluggardly and ungrateful. But he eventually musters some enthusiasm.

The gritty, rain-washed streets of Prague are beautiful, as are the hookers gritty, rain-washed, and beautiful. It was a let down to discover that the movie didn't actually have the plot the music suggested, but it was still an excellent travelogue.

"Street Walkers" provides a fantastical portrait of securing hookers: they're never as pretty and they never let three dudes ride them bareback. At least there wasn't any kissing; that would have been a dealbreaker.

And I don't know if the recent economic downturn has affected prostie prices, but the 850 euros Jan and friends spent converts to about $1100. Not a bad bargain. You can't get a tray of appetizers at the Grand Lux for that little, much less a hooker.

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McLennan, an aspiring actress and former Canadian junior tap dancing champion from Montreal, came to New York in 2000 and didn't catch the acting break she needed. Broke and single in 2003 and not knowing how she would pay her rent, she followed what was a surprisingly short series of leads into prostitution. But not the street kind: the limo and rooftop pool kind.

And that in three years it was all over isn't the story of the book. "In retrospect," McLellan told Fleshbot from Montreal, "there are only elements that I wouldn't repeat. Like the drugs. But I can't say it wasn't a great time or that I didn't learn a lot."

McLellan's rise from $700 an hour to more than $2k per session is fairly short. While she believes she is good at what she does, is well-read, articulate, and engaging, McLennan doesn't think of herself as model-beautiful. We get the impression that the world is ready for someone like her to occupy a space rather than submitting to her will.

"Post-9/11," McLennan said, "maybe people were thinking of other things."

She covers the logistics of the escort agency New York Confidential in a style that is less bookish and more like a MySpace blog. There is an inevitability about events with unclear antecedents, as if 20 years might need to elapse before we see the Why. As it is, "The Price" is valuable because it paints a picture of a New York where being the city's Number One Escort is something that can be advertised in New York magazine. What made this possible? That's a different book.

In "The Price," McLennan's world goes quickly from penury to shopping sprees where she spends $15k before lunch and, while we see some lean times and an absent dad in her childhood, we don't get the impression that she is damaged goods. She's got boyfriend trouble, sure, sometimes the other escorts get jealous, she wonders whether she should tell the Hollywood agent she's servicing that she's also an actress - but all of it seems so normal. She seems devoid of the baggage that accompanies women in most mass market sex worker narratives.

"Well," McLennan said, "that's because I'm a normal person."

Perhaps because all of the famous characters are still around, McLennan does not name most names, but this serves the narrative in that "The Price" is procedural and not a tell-all; we become more fascinated with her closets and the thread-count of her sheets than we do with who the famous quarterback is.

"Those were the reasons/And that was New York" said McLennan's countryman Leonard Cohen in "Chelsea Hotel #2" which, when you think of it, also paints what someone else might call sordid in a more matter of fact light. As New York Confidential unravels with the imprudent Page Six boasting of its owner, Jason Itzler, as McLennan becomes more mired in drugs, and as events sail toward their inevitable "Behind the Music" conclusion, we still know from the fact that we are reading an autobiography that "this just happened" and it couldn't be that bad.

And it isn't. McLennan got charged with money laundering for her role in the agency, is back in Canada as the manager of a spa, and is doing her book tour, spending a little time, no doubt, on Ashley, an escort acquaintance whose involvement with former New York Governor Eliot Spitzer caused him to resign. But "The Price" is not about Ashley, and it is almost not about McLennan; it's more of a mash note to New York City and the things that are possible there if you are a voyageur sans baggage.

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All kidding aside, the special was actually worth watching. Though it was—predictably—full of a great deal of sensationalism, it also took the time to interview sex workers and sex worker advocates, filling the the hour with sound bites from women like Veronica Monet and Elizabeth Bernstein. TV actually providing a well-rounded, honest look at prostitution? Amazing!

Most surprising moment of the night? Amid all the shock and awe, he special actually took the time to touch on serious issues, such as decriminalization, even taking the time to interview Carol Leigh, aka Scarlot Harlot, a noted sex worker's rights activist:

We're not sure if this special is a sign of things to come, or just a blip on the radar—but if more networks follow CNBC's lead, that can only be a good thing.

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