Belle de jour: Diary of a London Call Girl

For all of their sex scenes, no film ever dramatises the Towel Moment. This is the point soon after finishing the act in which someone finds it necessary to either expel semen or mop it up. Or both.

This is not a concern on the job: condoms make cleanup a snap, or a damp flannel is passed round, or someone (usually me) is the recipient of a zinc-and-protein supplement. Sometimes I rub it in and go home as is (“I want to smell of you all night…” usually results in a decent tip). [more]