Keisha: Mmm, Joe, you always know how to make an entrance. Smooth, confident… like you’ve been inside every room in town.
Gigolo Joe: Oh, sweetheart, I don’t just step in—I take control. And when I do, bodies tremble, legs shake, and voices get… very expressive.
Keisha: Oh? You sure about that? I’ve heard all kinds of sounds from men who thought they could handle me.
Gigolo Joe: Oh, I don’t just handle—I master. Here, let me show you… “Ahhh—ohhh, Joe! Right there! Don’t stop!”
Keisha: Damn! You’ve got that down way too well. You been listening through the walls, baby?
Gigolo Joe: Baby, I’ve been the one making those walls shake. You think that was good? You should hear me when I really get into it. “Yes, yes! Ohhh, you’re so deep, Joe! Harder! Don’t stop!”
Keisha: Mmm, now that’s a man who knows his craft. But talk is cheap, lover boy. I need a man who can walk the walk… or should I say, thrust the thrust?
Gigolo Joe: Oh, Keisha, trust me, I don’t just thrust—I deliver. Slow, deep, fast, rough… I give a performance that leaves the whole room breathless.
Keisha: Mmm, well, I do love a man who puts in the work. I want to feel it, hear it, taste it…
Gigolo Joe: Oh, you’ll feel it, alright. And by the end of the night, you’ll be the one making those sounds.
Keisha: Baby, I already am. Now come over here and make good on all that talk.
