Aaron Sorkin's Call Girl Tells All

The phrase "self-published book" is usually poorly concealed code for "stuff I made up to pay the rent this month" (the celebrity-ass-fucking oeuvre of a certain author comes to mind), but we're more optimistic about the upcoming opus from West Wing creator Aaron Sorkin's former call girl, which details the celebrated showrunner's crack-propelled, for-pay erotic adventures. Sorkin admitted to Page Six in January that "I knew Dimitra for a short time a long time ago," and the Sixies finally unload on him today:

In the self-published book, "Confessions of a High-Priced Call Girl" - which will be available on Amazon in two weeks - Dimitra Ekmektsis, 36, reveals how between 1990 and 1992, the Greek-German redhead was hired for sex by Sorkin through a Manhattan escort service.

Calling Sorkin "sensual, but average in bed," she says the TV biggie paid her $2,000 to "stay all night" in his Upper West Side apartment. "He had me strip all night," she tells Page Six. "He wanted to feel up my legs and my lingerie. That was his thing. We smoked pot and listened to Don Henley."

A week later, Sorkin began a "biweekly" sexual relationship with her, she says. "I was with him at least 50 times," she says of the producer, whose D.C. drama extols preachy, earnest virtues through Martin Sheen's high-principled, liberal U.S. president.

"He liked touching silky stockings and lacy underwear," says Ekmektsis. But the frillery and pot-smoking, she says, escalated to crack cocaine: "He wanted to know what was in [his crack], so he made it himself." [...]

A 1998 e-mail from Sorkin to Ekmektsis, reprinted in her book, read: "I could never forget you. I still think of how you used to hang lingerie from my potted plants in New York. I don't believe I ever found anything sexier in my life."

And in an April 22, 2001, e-mail to her, she claims Sorkin wrote, "When I'm through with whatever the law has in store for me, I want to spend the night in Las Vegas getting unbelievably high. Will you come? Aaron."

Sorkin's sexual predilections are far less interesting to us than the telling detail about making his own crack; it's precisely this dedication to craft, whether one's constructing rapid-firel backstage White House banter or cooking up the perfect rock, that separates an Emmy winner from a guy who's toiling in According to Jim staff writer obscurity.