As Deuce navigated the bizarre, hilarious, and occasionally touching world of professional dating, he realized something. These women didn't want a "sensualist" like Antoine. They wanted someone who didn't look at them like they were broken. They wanted someone who would eat the soup, dance the dance, and laugh at the insults.
"Don't touch the phone. Don't touch the silk sheets. And definitely don't let the lionfish get lonely," Antoine warned. Deuce Bigalow Male GigoloHD
Fate intervened in the form of Antoine Laconte, a man who looked like he’d been carved out of expensive mahogany and dressed by a committee of European fashionistas. Antoine was a world-class man-whore—sorry, sensualist —and he had a problem. He was going to Switzerland, and his precious, high-maintenance aquarium needed a sitter. As Deuce navigated the bizarre, hilarious, and occasionally
Deuce was in heaven. For three days, he lived like a king, or at least a king’s very confused fish-sitter. Then, the incident occurred. A freak accident involving a blender, a toaster, and a very expensive medieval weapon left Antoine’s luxury apartment looking like a war zone. They wanted someone who would eat the soup,
"Deuce," his boss barked, "you’re too good for this place. Also, you're fired."
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