Tag: Exploitation

His Brother’s Blessing, Scene #01

HIS BROTHER’S BLESSING
CORRUPT COP EXPLOITS HIS YOUNGER BROTHER’S FIANCEE FOR SEX

A young couple emerge from another area of the house to the kitchen, their arms around each other’s waists as they snuggle and talk warmly while they walk. The man, Sammy (Will Pounder), is telling his beloved, Angela (Bobbi Dylan), an anecdote about the staircase from his childhood, such as when he fell and almost split his head against the banister. Angela smiles at the anecdote and remarks that it’s a good thing he’s much calmer now.

As they walk around the kitchen, Sammy gushes about his brother, Dirk (Chad White). Angela starts to fret, saying it’s a lot of pressure meeting him, since Dirk is so important to Sammy — what if he doesn’t like her? Sammy confidently says his brother’s going to LOVE her, everybody does. What’s not to love, she’s perfect. Angela blushes and says she’s not perfect, but Sammy starts listing how she’s kind, and smart, and loyal, and strikingly beautiful of course, and…

He’s interrupted by the sound of the front door unlocking and opening, and heavy boots stepping in before closing the door again. Little bro, you in here? a voice calls out. ‘We’re in the kitchen!’ Sammy calls out in reply. Some shuffling sounds can be heard as Sammy waits excitedly, gripping his nervous-looking fiancee’s hands, until eventually a man in a cop uniform, Dirk, steps into the kitchen.

The cop holds out his arms and scoops Sammy into a big bear hug, and then ruffles his little brother’s head with his hand after releasing him from the hug. Watch the hair! Sammy says with a chuckle and tries to straighten it out. Dirk then turns to Angela — so, this must be her! he remarks. ‘Angela’, right? She smiles and nervously says hi, it’s a pleasure to meet him, and holds out her hand to shake his. He brushes her hand away saying please, they’re practically family at this point, and holds out his arms to hug her. Pleasantly flustered, Angela leans in to the hug and they embrace warmly. After a couple of seconds though, Dirk’s hand crawls down the side of her back to wrap around her waist, making the hug unexpectedly intimate. Angela’s eyes shift to looking unsure and a bit uncomfortable as they hug for a second or two longer before breaking. Sammy has told him so much about her, Dirk says, he’s glad they’re finally getting to meet after all this time.

Sammy tells his older brother that they had a special reason to come out and visit today, he has some exciting news. He takes his fiancee’s hand and holds it up, showing the ring to his brother — he’s proposed! Dirk grins and congratulates them both, in truth he kind of expected this might happen, and jokes that she’s practically stolen his brother away from him at this point, he hardly gets to see him anymore! Sammy says that he knows, and he’s sorry — in fact, that’s why he’s so excited for Dirk to finally meet Angela, because… well, he was hoping for his brother’s blessing for the wedding.

Dirk says he’s touched, and he can’t wait to get to know Angela during their visit. But they can get to all that later, this calls for a celebration! They should have a feast, his treat of course, whatever they’d like. Sammy asks what Dirk wants, and he says anything, he’s worked all day and he’s starving! He tells his younger brother there are some take-out menus in the other room if he wants to get them. Sammy says sure, and heads off to get them from the other room. As he leaves, Dirk puts his hand on Angela’s shoulder, at first it looks reassuring but then he leans in close to her ear and it begins to look more threatening. ‘I know what you did,’ he says in a low voice right near her ear – her eyes widen with worry as he straightens himself back up and pretends like nothing happened. Sammy comes back into the room a moment later and they start discussing food options, but the sound starts to drown out as the camera closes in on Angela’s terrified face.

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‘Well, what do you think, love?’ Sammy says, snapping Angela out of her worried thoughts. Huh? Oh, sorry, she mutters, and shakes her head a bit to snap out of it. Sammy repeats a couple of takeout options they’re deciding between, and trying to pretend she’s fine, she smiles and gives her opinion picking one of the options. Great choice! Dirk says as he announces what he wants from the menu. After they decide what they want, Dirk says that he wants to get to know Angela better — why doesn’t Sammy go pick up the food for them? He’s a big, strong boy. Angela shoots a quick, worried glance over to him before catching herself. After all, Dirk continues, isn’t the whole point of their trip over here for him to get to know her better? It’s a perfect chance for them to bond a little… and swap embarrassing stories about him, Dirk jokes. Ha-ha, Sammy says with playful sarcasm, but that’s not a bad idea — what about Angela, he asks her, would that be okay with her? She steals another glance at Dirk who meets her glance and shoots her a knowing look. Um, sure, she guesses that’s fine! she says trying to mask her discomfort. But is Sammy sure he can carry all the food back himself? Sammy says yeah, no problem, and she looks a bit disappointed but tries not to show it. Okay, she says, well hurry back! She doesn’t want to miss him for too long! ‘Haha, isn’t she great?’ Sammy says to his brother as he grabs his keys and heads towards the front door — be back soon, he calls out and waves back to them.

Once the front door closes, Dirk casually asks Angela how long she’s known Sammy. She says it’s been two years. Well, she certainly puts on a good act, he remarks. Angela tries to play innocent, saying she has no idea what he’s talking about. He tells her to cut the crap, seeming much less charismatic than before and more authoritative. He’s a police officer in case she forgot, he says sarcastically while gesturing at his uniform, did she think he wouldn’t find out about her past? Angela scowls and says he’s a pig, but Dirk just smirks. He gets called that by perps all the time, so he’s used to it.

She shrinks back a bit, and asks how he found out about about her. He explains that it was easy, she’s plastered all over his brother’s social media so he had no trouble getting her last name, and from there he just used… certain work resources to look her up, there was no way he was going to let his brother get so serious with a girl without doing a little digging. Is that even legal? she asks nervously. He chuckles and avoids the question — she’s one to talk about what’s legal, with a past like hers, stretching even from juvie to jail after she turned 18. Theft? Armed robbery? Solicitation? She was a busy little beaver, he jokes, or at least had a busy little beaver. That was a long time ago, she protests, she cleaned up her entire life, she’s different now. She’s changed! He’s heard about rehabilitation, right?

Is that so? Dirk smirks. Yes, Angela says desperately, she swears it! Dirk asks, so then surely she TOLD his younger brother about her past then, right? Angela looks nervous — well, no, not exactly, she admits. Dirk looks proud of himself, and says he didn’t think so. Angela pleads for him to try to understand, that’s all in the past, she’s not that person anymore! Dirk says he’s not so sure, if she’s lying to her own fiance then who knows what else she’s capable of doing. She insists she didn’t think any of that mattered anymore! Dirk corrects her — she means she didn’t think Sammy would find out, she means. If she really didn’t think it mattered, she’d have told Sammy. But what if she finds out about aaaaall the random men she’s slept with, all the dirty filthy things she’s let perverts do to her, and how she lied about it all along… is she worried he might think less of her — or even, might not want to marry her anymore — if he finds out? Angela says of course he’d still want to marry her, they’re in love, but she doesn’t sound convinced of that herself. Dirk laughs and says that’s the worst lie she’s told yet. She’s completely terrified of Sammy finding out. Which means she’ll do anything for Dirk to keep her secret — and there’s only one thing that he wants, he says while grabbing at his package.

Time’s ticking by, and she can kiss his blessing goodbye – not to mention risk losing her fiance entirely – if she doesn’t do what he wants. Reluctantly, she agrees to do it, swearing it’s for Sammy’s sake. At least SHE cares about Sammy! Sure thing, Dirk says as he whips out his dick, whatever she has to tell herself to rest easy at night.

Not Who She Seems, Scene #01

NOT WHO SHE SEEMS
COUCHSURFING THIEF GETS CAUGHT REDHANDED BY HOMEOWNER

SCENE OPENS to Marcy (Natasha Nice) walking up the steps of a home, a backpack slung over her shoulder. Dylan (Mickey Mod), a young man in a business suit, opens the door and greets Marcy. Marcy is warm and bubbly, and cute to boot, introducing herself to Dylan, asking if he’s the cool dude that’s hosting her. Dylan, a little flustered with this attractive and inviting young woman, cheerfully says that that’s him! He welcomes her inside, telling her that although they used a couchsurfing-slash-couch-crashing app, she doesn’t actually have to stay on the actual couch. He has a guest room that she can use.

Marcy is pleased for the guest room, and follows along as he leads her to it. However, when Dylan’s not looking, she shiftily looks around, as if making note of where everything is.

Once she’s shown to her room, Marcy giggles and hugs into Dylan, thanking him for letting her stay. It’s so hard on the Internet since nobody’s as they seem. Dylan’s a little bashful at the attention. After they pull away, he says he’ll leave her to get settled and that he’s in the kitchen if she wants anything. He then leaves her be. As he does, Marcy’s smile fades. She takes out her cellphone, and texts ‘I’m in!’ to someone, then grins.

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CUT TO Marcy joining Dylan in the kitchen, sneakily taking pictures of Dylan’s valuables along the way with her cellphone, including a fancy camera. She asks about the camera, saying that her boyfriend is a photographer. Dylan seems a little taken aback that Marcy has a boyfriend, though remains friendly. ‘He doesn’t mind you going off on adventures on your own?’ he asks. ‘Nah, I’m a big girl,’ she responds with a flirty grin.

As if fearing she might be saying too much, she turns her attention back onto Dylan, distracting him with small talk. Whenever he’s distracted, she continues taking pictures of expensive belongings that are left out in the open.

Dylan then realizes what time it is. ‘Shoot, I’m going to be late,’ he scolds himself, looking a little frantic. She playfully tells him to hurry up and get to work. He doesn’t need to entertain her. She has plans for the day, anyway. ‘Okay, if you’re sure, although I’m happy to. Oh, that reminds me!’ He grabs a spare set of house keys and gives it to her. ‘That way you’re not stuck here,’ he says with a laugh. She smiles and thanks him for the keys, then cheerfully sees him off.

As soon as Dylan’s gone, she checks her phone again and sees a text. The words praise her on what she’s taken pictures of so far and encourages her to check out the bedroom.

Marcy makes her way to the bedroom, then begins checking drawers and closets. She sees a briefcase and opens it, but there’s just some boring papers in there, so she closes it and continues on. Her eyes then fall on the bed and she hums with curiosity as she crouches down and peeks under. There’s a box there that catches her attention. ‘Jackpot!’ Her eyes light up and she reaches beneath the bed to try and reach it, placing her phone beside her on the floor. She has to stretch her arm far, her fingers almost close enough to grasp the box when a strong voice booms behind her, ‘What are you doing?!’

Marcy recoils and kneels up, shocked to see Dylan in the doorway. He looks just as shocked, even angry. She jumps to her feet and lies, greeting him and saying that she lost an earring and was just looking around the house. Even as she says this, she’s clearly nervous, stuttering a little. Dylan raises a brow and asks what the earring would even be doing in HIS room since she shouldn’t have been in there. His tone is much more different, and he is no longer a friendly, bashful young man.

Marcy is more nervous now, lying again and lamely saying that it could’ve rolled under his door… She’s still trying to act sweet and bubbly, although Dylan is not swayed. She attempts to steer them away from the conversation and asks what he’s doing back so soon? Dylan says that he forgot his briefcase in his rush to take care of Marcy. He gestures to the very briefcase that Marcy had looked through earlier. ‘Funny, I don’t remember it being open when I left,’ Dylan says in a cold, knowing voice.

Marcy tries to make more excuses, going on the defensive, though none of her arguments are convincing. In fact, they make her look even more suspicious. Dylan declares in a low, firm tone that there’s more to this than she’s telling him. What is she REALLY doing in his bedroom? She tries to bring up the earring again but is cut off by Dylan. ‘Don’t start lying to me again,’ he interrupts her.

Dylan then snags Marcy’s phone and looks at the screen. ‘LEO wants to know if you ‘found anything valuable in the bedroom,” he says mockingly. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re misreading that. It’s just my boyfriend checking that I made it here all right,’ Marcy says. ‘You were going to rob me, weren’t you, you and this Leo,’ Dylan states. While she still tries to defend herself, he starts calling the cops on her phone, saying, ‘We’ll just see what the cops have to say about this.’

‘Please don’t call the police. I can’t go to jail, I didn’t even do anything,’ Marcy begs, now approaching him in a desperate attempt to woo him over again. She falls to her knees and paws at him, saying that no one was hurt, and she didn’t even take anything. He can even look in her backpack to check for sure! She CAN’T go to jail. She’ll do ANYTHING if Dylan just lets it slide.

‘Anything?’ Dylan questions in a way that sends shivers down Marcy’s spine. She’s in too deep to back out now, especially with freedom just at her fingertips. ‘Anything,’ she breathes.

Marcy lets out a shuddery sigh of relief when he agrees and hangs up. She then asks what he wants her to do — cook, clean? Dylan looks her over and says that she’s a pretty woman, and smart, too, so she should be able to figure out what he wants from her in exchange for his silence. When Marcy realizes that he wants to fuck her, she is horrified — she has a boyfriend! She rants and raves about how ridiculous the request is, but Dylan is calm and collected the whole time. In the end, he says it’s her choice, though Marcy realizes that, with the options she’s been given, it’s hardly much of a choice at all.

The Psychiatrist, Scene #01

THE PSYCHIATRIST
Troubled Teen Mom Confronts Daddy Issues with Sadistic Shrink

SCENE opens on an close up of Sheila’s face, as she staggers down the road. The 19-year-old girl looks dazed. Her face is sweaty. Her clothes are wet and loose, hanging off her petite frame, and she is clutching a bundle tightly against her chest. She comes upon a shed and, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one is around, carefully places the bundle between some rocks at the back of the structure. A WORM’S EYE angle shows her staring down at it. She slowly starts to cry. Wiping her tears, she composes herself and walks off. As she crosses the front of the shed, a man steps out and catches her. Surprised, he asks if she is OK. Not wanting to get caught, she runs off without saying a word, wiping the frame and leaving the man to wonder what she was doing behind his shed. He walks around the back to take look and, after a moment, lets out a scream.

Close up of Sheila sitting stone-faced. She is handcuffed to a chair while a police officer stands silently behind her. A well-dressed man enters the room and approaches her. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he tells the officer to remove the cuffs and wait outside. When the officer exits, the man slowly removes his grip and sits down on a chair opposite Sheila. They survey each other for a moment before the man asks if she knows who he is. She has no reaction. The man introduces himself as Dr. Powell. He explains that he is a psychiatrist who has been appointed by the court in her case. She says nothing. Taking a deep breath, he asks if she knows why she is here. When she continues to be silent, he picks up his notebook and reads that she is here because of the June 7, 2017 incident involving her baby. Sheila looks away, to hide her reaction, and mutters something incoherent. Dr. Powell pulls his chair a little closer. He tells her that she has been charged with attempted homicide and, since she is 19-years-old, she is going to be tried as an adult. Her attorney, a public defender, is trying to build a case to prove it was involuntary abandonment. Right now, that defense is greatly dependent on this session. The psychiatrist’s role will be to examine her and provide testimony about her mental state. His recommendations will provide the legal evidence that her attorney is hoping for — proof that she was not of sound mind when committing the act.

He asks if she knows the difference between voluntary and involuntary? Turning to face him for the first time, she says blankly ‘Yes, I know the difference very well.’ Sensing her resistance, Dr. Powell sits back in his chair and smiles. ‘Involuntary is an unintential act committed by someone who has no spite or anger and no intention to cause harm.’ He speaks condescendingly. ‘It is very difficult to prove, especially in this kind of case, as I’m sure you know. But that’s why we’re here today … so, why don’t we start by you telling me what happened.’ Sheila turns away. Dr. Powell licks his lips. ‘How exactly did you get pregnant?’ He asks. She says nothing. He stands up, adjusting himself subtly. ‘Was it one of the boys from your school?’ He asks, glancing at his notes. ‘Oh wait … you don’t go to school. You haven’t gone to school since ….’ Sheila cuts him off and tells him that she’s homeschooled. Walking around her, Dr. Powell asks her to elaborate — what was it like to be taught by your parents instead of a regular teacher? Did it make you feel isolated to be away from other kids? Sheila stares down at her feet and tells him she wasn’t taught by her parents. She was taught by her poppa. Dr. Powell stops walking. He licks his lips again, trying to contain the smirk forming on his face. ‘Was your father a strict teacher?’ He asks. Sheila looks up at him. ‘My poppa is everything.’ She replies and begins to cry.

Booked, Scene #01

BOOKED
NAIVE TEENAGER ARRESTED AND FUCKED BY TWO CORRECTIONS OFFICERS

SCENE OPENS one night as Charlotte, an anxious looking 18-year-old girl, follows her boyfriend Max along a dirt road. The pair are trespassing on commercial land so Max, an aspiring graffiti artist, can tag a water tower that is popular among his buddies. His accomplice is very nervous about getting caught but doesn’t want to appear uncool in front of her man. She urges him to find the spot and hurry up before someone notices. They walk aimlessly, unable to find the water tower until Max, growing frustrated, suggests they stop and drink instead. He pulls out an unmarked 40-ounce bottle from his bag and takes a swig, as Charlotte watches the road. She really doesn’t think it’s a good idea to stop, especially where they are so clearly visible. Max tells her to chill out and join him and, finally, she agrees. But, before she can take a sip herself, a cop car pulls up with its lights flashing. Max runs away, leaving Charlotte alone with the bottle in her hand and an open backpack full of spray paint. She looks up as the cop’s flashlight comes streaming into her face and realizes that she is in big trouble.

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12 hours later. The camera slowly pulls out to reveal Charlotte sleeping disheveled in the corner of a holding cell. She has been waiting here since her arrest the previous evening. No phone call. No charges filed. Nothing. She wakes up to realize she is being pet by a fellow inmate, a tough-looking woman, who nudges the girl lustfully. Charlotte tries to pull away, curling herself up into a tight ball on the opposite side of the cell, as the inmate whistles and cat-calls. Several awkward moments pass before the outer doors open and Officer Wright enters. Without saying a word, the male corrections officer unlocks the cell and removes the other woman. She demands to know where she is being taken but Wright ignores her, slamming the cell door and escorting her out of the room. Charlotte slowly lifts her head from her lap and, realizing that she is finally alone, begins to unwind. She gets up and paces back and forth, hugging herself, when the officer returns with a tray. He unlocks the cell again and walks in, demanding that Charlotte remove all her accessories and personal effects. Charlotte does as she is told, asking the officer in a whimper if her parents have been called. They are probably angry. In a monotone voice, he replies that she is still in the process of being booked. She will get her phone call when it is appropriate. He takes the tray away and tells her to strip before exiting the cell and the room.

Charlotte looks lost and anxious. She slowly peels off her clothing and stands naked, covering herself. The camera lingers on her shivering body as her nipples harden and she squeezes herself for warmth. The teenage girl has never been in trouble with the law before and is terrified of what her parents are going to say when she finally gets to speak to them.

When the outer doors open again, she is surprised to see Officer Wells enter instead. She is a beautiful female corrections officer, neatly styled in a tight-fitting uniform. Officer Wright follows closely behind. The female officer unlocks the cell and approaches the girl. ‘It’s ok sweetheart,’ she says softly. ‘You don’t need to be afraid. What’s your name and how old are you?’ Charlotte stammers her name and tells the officers that she just turned 18 two weeks prior. They look at each other for a moment, before Officer Wright whispers that this was why he kept her overnight. ‘Yes,’ Officer Wells agrees, smiling and turning back to the girl. ‘She is here because she is an adult and, as an adult, she has the right to represent herself. Isn’t that right, Charlotte?’ Charlotte nods nervously. Officer Wells informs her in a sweet, sympathetic voice that she and her partner are going to have to take her clothing into custody and conduct a full body search. Officer Wright gathers her civilian clothes while Officer Wells instructs her to stand still. She slips on some gloves and begins to pat the girl down in a professional manner while her partner removes the old clothes from the cell and returns with a folded orange jumpsuit. Charlotte cringes at the sight of it. ‘Spread your legs, sweetie,’ Officer Wells say. The teen girl does as she is told, and the corrections officer inserts a finger into her vagina. She feels around before bending the girl over, so she can reach deeper. She shoves several fingers inside the girl as she squirms. ‘She’s really wet,’ the female officer jokes to her partner. He laughs in response. Charlotte asks the woman if she is done yet. Kneeling in front of her, gloves still glistening, Officer Wells tells her to shut her fucking mouth. It’s a dramatic change in tone and Charlotte is taken aback. ‘I’d …. like my phone call … now,’ She stammers. Grabbing the girl by her legs, Officer Wells tells Charlotte to take a deep breath and cough. The girl nervously eyes the other officer, who motions for her to obey. Closing her eyes, Charlotte draws in a deep breath, as Officer Wells brings her face in very close to the girl’s vagina and takes a deep breath in herself. Charlotte looks down at the sadistic female officer. ‘Why are you doing that?’ She whispers. Officer Wells looks up at her and, smile fading, informs her that she is smelling for drugs. Her boyfriend is known to police and she might very well be concealing something up in there. ‘Max isn’t a drug dealer,’ Charlotte argues. ‘He’s an artist.’ Both officers laugh, as Officer Wells stands back up and gets very close to Charlotte’s face. She asks who the girl wants to call and, trying to remain calm, Charlotte says her parents. Officer Wells smirks. ‘I bet they are going to be horrified when they realize their daughter is a drug mule!’ Charlotte starts to breakdown, partially pleading for mercy while also defending herself. ‘I swear to you, I don’t have any drugs … I was just hanging out with my boyfriend!’ She yells. Officer Wright nonchalantly tells her there is only one way to make sure she’s telling the truth. She looks over at him and asks what he means. ‘We need to clean your pussy out,’ Officer Wells cuts in. ‘Make sure it’s all empty up in there.’ As she says this, Officer Wright unfolds the jumpsuit to reveal a strapless dildo. Charlotte takes one look at it and jumps back. Officer Wells begins to take off her clothes while explaining exactly what is going to happen. Both her and her partner are going to take turns probing the suspect. She hands her uniform to her partner and picks up the strap-on. ‘All you have to do is comply to this extra cavity search and prove that you have nothing inside of you,’ She continues, slipping the dildo in. ‘And Officer Wright and I will release you without pressing any charges. Your parents will never know what you did.’ Charlotte stares at the officers. Officer Wright tosses her the jumpsuit and reminds her that she can put that on instead if she would prefer to remain detained. The nervous teen clutches the prison uniform while her mind races. She can’t believe what is happening to her. Officer Wells tells her to hurry up and make up her mind. After some awkward coercing, Charlotte agrees to do whatever the officers say in turn for her release. In a final sadistic twist, they make her repeat herself several times, so it is clear she is consenting to everything they plan to do in the cell.

Blind Surprise, Scene #01

BLIND SURPRISE
Creep Takes Advantage of Blind Virgin Teen and Creampies Her

Scene opens on a large estate covered in gardens. A car pulls up to the side of the house, it’s wheels skidding on the gravel. From Maxwell’s POV, we watch an older man as he hurriedly gets out and walks around to the side door to help a young woman step out. She is blind and cautiously unfolds a cane before taking the man’s hand. He carefully walks her through the garden and into a back door. CUT to Maxwell standing lost in a trance watching her. He is wearing dirty work clothes and carrying gardening supplies. The camera reveals the landscaping being done on the estate and several other workers in the background. One of them comes up and taps Maxwell on the shoulder. He needs to get back to work before the boss sees him. Just because he’s new doesn’t mean he gets a free ride. Noticing Maxwell’s stare, the coworker confides that the homeowner’s daughter is blind. Sherarely leaves the house except for appointments or when one of her doctors come over. It’s sad because she just turned eighteen and is super-hot but her dad keeps her so sheltered. Maxwell looks lost in thought, barely listening to the guy. Finally, he says ‘yea … it’s really sad.’

A static shot of the back door, as Maxwell steps into frame. He is tending the garden while staring at the girl’s room, shots intercutting between the door and his face. From his periphery, the father walks back out to his car and notices Maxwell. He yells at him to get back to work before he tells the contractor. Maxwell snaps out of it and goes back to looking busy. But, as the father drives off the property, Maxwell watches. He must get a closer look.

CUT to Maxwell stepping up to the back door and peering inside. The bedroom is empty. He slowly turns the handle and, realizing it is unlocked, sneaks inside. CUT to inside the house. Maxwell takes in the room as he creeps around, checking out the daughter’s things. He notices some clothes on the bed, alongside the girl’s cane. He picks them up, takes in a deep breath, and closes his eyes. She smells so good. Suddenly, the ensuite bathroom door opens and the daughter steps into the room. She is naked and feeling her way over to her bed. Maxwell tip-toes out of the way, narrowly avoiding her. He keeps very still as she innocently begins to dress. Over the next few minutes, the daughter goes about herpost-shower routine completely unaware of the fact she’s not alone. Maxwell is transfixed and can’t help but begin to stroke himself as he watches her. Noticing his breathing, the daughter stops and looks alarmed. She calls out into the darkness — ‘Is Somebody there?’

Not knowing what to do, Maxwell starts to back up when he accidentally knocks something over. It falls to the floor with a bang and the daughter, seeming relieved, says ‘Doctor, is that you? I wasn’t expecting you so soon!’ Without hesitation, Maxwell replies ‘Yes.’ The daughter pauses, telling him that she doesn’t recognize his voice. Maxwell says that he is a new doctor, brought in as a replacement today.

He nervously introduces himself. Sticking her hand out, she tells him her name is Fawn. Maxwell nervously shakes her hand. Fawn asks if she can feel his face, which is what she always does with new people. His dick still in hand, Maxwell nervously allows her to touch his face. She does so with great innocence and curiosity. ‘You’re younger than Dr. Freeman,’ she says. ‘I don’t meet a lot of younger people!’ Maxwell tries his best to control his excitement but her touch sends him off. He looks at her, still half naked, and knows that he must get inside of her.

His Anal Mistress, Scene #01

HIS ANAL MISTRESS
YOUNG ASSISTANT TALKED INTO ANAL SEX WITH BOSS’ HUSBAND

SCENE opens on Tina, a successful photographer, and her husband, Jeremy, as they are having sex in their bedroom. The couple kiss passionately as he climbs on top and starts fucking her in missionary position. Tina loves it and begs him to go deeper. At a certain point, he pulls out and eagerly asks if he can try to put it in her ass again. Her demeanor changes, as she looks up at her husband anxiously. ‘We can try…,’ she says, nervously rolling over. ‘But not if it hurts, ok?’ Jeremy gets very excited and, grabbing his lube, greases her up and starts trying to stretch out her asshole. She squirms and grimaces, clearly uncomfortable, as he slips a finger inside her tight hole. ‘Be careful please,’ she begs him. He slowly removes his finger and starts to try and slide himself inside. The camera focuses on her face, as she winches at the penetration. It hurts very badly and, after a few desperate minutes of trying to make it work, Tina finally cries ‘STOP! Please Jeremy! I can’t do it!’ Disappointed and frustrated, Jeremy pulls out and gets off the bed in a huff. He wipes himself up without looking at his wife. Feeling very guilty, Tina curls up into a ball and apologizes. She tried, she really did. He tells her to forget it. ‘I made the mistake of not doing it before we got married,’ he says coldly. ‘I should have known better.’ She apologizes again as he exits the room, leaving her naked and alone on the bed.

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Tina, dressed professionally, sits behind her desk at the studio she runs. She is zoned out, thinking about the night before, when her perky young assistant, Carly, comes in with some mood boards. The duo is planning an upcoming wedding shoot and Carly wants to show her boss some of the ideas she has put together for their client. As Tina looks over her work, Carly senses that something is wrong. Tina seems very distracted, as she has been over the past few weeks. Even though the women have always had a very professional relationship and Tina is her boss, they’ve nonetheless grown quite close. ‘Is everything ok, Tina?’ Carly asks cautiously. Tina snaps out of her daze and smiles at her assistant. ‘Yes, I’m sorry. Just have a lot of my mind lately.’ Not wanting to push the issue, Carly goes back to the mood board. While she describes her concepts, Tina stares at her. She is so young and carefree, barely 20 years old. Tina can’t even remember what it feels like to be that outgoing. ‘Can I ask you a personal question?’ She finds herself saying. When Carly says yes, Tina asks if the girl has ever had anal sex. ‘I’m sorry, that’s probably TMI!’ She apologizes, her face blushing as she instantly regrets the question. Carly laughs and tells her not to worry about it. ‘Of course I have,’ she replies. ‘Anal sex really isn’t that big of a deal these days!’ This makes Tina cringe inside. She asks Carly if she enjoys it. Her assistant, happy to be having a friendly talk with the woman she admires so much, tells her that she loves it. It feels amazing, especially once you get used to it. ‘I don’t really get to have it very much anymore, since I broke up with my boyfriend.’ She adds. ‘But I used to have it all the time!’ Tina, loosening up a little bit, starts to share her own situation. She tells her assistant about her husband’s desires and her efforts to try and please him. No matter what toys she buys or how little she eats to prepare herself, she just can’t handle the pain. She feels like a failure, as if she’s holding him back from something. Carly asks if the couple have ever thought of having a threesome or going to a swinger’s party. Tina shakes her head nervously. She’s never considered any of that. Should she? ‘Well,’ Carly jokes nonchalantly, feeling great about the heart-to-heart they are having. ‘If you ever need to tag me in, don’t hesitate to ask! I miss anal!’ She goes back to describing her mood board, as the joke weighs heavily on Tina’s mind.

CUT to that evening. Tina comes home from work to find her husband already eating dinner. She is surprised that he didn’t wait for her. When she sits down in the kitchen to join him, he gives her the cold shoulder. She tries to small talk and ignore the elephant in the room, but the conversation soon drifts back to the night before. ‘I’m really sorry that I keep chickening out,’ she says. ‘I want to do it, Jeremy, I really do!’ Jeremy forks his food without looking up at her or responding. Feeling anxious and guilty, she adds that she’s even started asking her friends for advice. ‘Like who?’ He asks, eyes still on his food. ‘You don’t have any friends anymore. All you do is work!’ Trying her best to ignore his passiveaggressiveness, Tina tells him that she talked to her assistant about it. He should be happy to know that what he is feeling is actually very common these days. Her assistant is twenty and does it all the time. She even joked about having a threesome together. Jeremy’s eyes light up. He puts his fork down and hugs his wife. ‘Are you serious?’ He says. ‘That is such an amazing idea!’ Tina tells him that she was pretty sure the girl was joking, but she wouldn’t be opposed to discussing an open relationship if it made Jeremy happy. Her husband asks to see a photo of the assistant. Tina reiterates that it was probably just a joke and he should forget about it, but he cuts her off. Why would she get his hopes up just to shoot him down again? It’s only a damn picture. When Tina relents and shows him a photo from Carly’s social media, he gets even more excited. Jeremy tells his wife to invite her over tonight. She already said she would do it! They shouldn’t wait for her to change her mind. Besides, Tina’s her boss … it wouldn’t take too much convincing. Tina protests but Jeremy gets mad at her. It isn’t fair. Why would she even tell him about this if she didn’t want to do it too? She is constantly disappointing him. Finally, the conflicted wife agrees to text the girl and invite her over.

CUT to Carly as she is wrapping up yoga practice on the lawn outside her complex. The camera follows her tight ass as she flexes and stretches in her yoga pants. She is very surprised to receive a text from her boss, who normally doesn’t contact her unless it’s a work emergency. When she asks what’s up, she is even more surprised that Tina is inviting her over for a drink at her house to discuss some upcoming projects. Excited and proud to be included, she agrees and says she’ll be over shortly.

CUT to that night. The doorbell rings and a frazzled-looking Tina answers it, inviting Carly inside. The woman immediately asks her to sit down on the couch and leaves abruptly to get her a drink. Carly notices how odd her boss is acting but brushes it off. After all, as she said, the woman just has a lot on her mind these days. As Carly looks around the nice house, Jeremy enters the room. He warmly introduces himself and sits down beside the assistant. They small talk until Tina returns, with a bottle of wine and some glasses. She nervously sets them down on the table and asks her husband if he would open the bottle. She forgot to. He leaves to fetch a corkscrew, squeezing Tina’s shoulders tightly on the way out.

Once alone, Carly asks her boss which upcoming projects she wanted to go over. Tina smiles, her mouth quivering as she tries to calm her nerves. ‘Actually, I wanted to talk to you about what you said earlier today.’ She says. ‘I have decided that I would like you to have anal sex with my husband.’ Carly stares at her boss, awkwardly. ‘Um … I really hope I didn’t offend you earlier,’ she says. ‘I was absolutely joking about that.’ Tina remains stoic and reiterates that she isn’t offended. She wants her to do it. She wants her to do it tonight, in fact, while she watches. ‘So … I can learn,’ she chokes out. Carly grabs her purse. ‘I’m sorry Tina,’ she says getting up. ‘That really wouldn’t be appropriate for me to do. You’re my boss.’ She tries to walk to the front door but is stopped by Jeremy coming back. ‘Where are you going?’ He asks gently. Tina rushes between them and pulls Carly back into the living room. She whispers sternly into her ear that the assistant offered to do it and now she expects it to be done. Carly cannot believe what is happening. ‘I was just trying to be a friend,’ she whispers.

Tina makes her sit back down beside Jeremy. ‘Well, we aren’t friends,’ she replies. ‘You work for me. And I’m asking you to please get this done. We don’t need to discuss it.’ Carly goes very quiet, as the married couple study her reaction. ‘Like my wife said,’ Jeremy chimes in sweetly. ‘It would only be this one time. Just to help her out. Honey, didn’t you mention she was due for an increase soon?’ He is trying to help his wife negotiate. Tina swallows hard and nods. Carly looks at both in them in disgust. ‘Tina, are you really doing this to me?’ She demands, angrily. Tina starts to back pedal but Jeremy shoots her a look. ‘I think it’s important to remember how much my wife trusts you,’ he adds. ‘She wouldn’t ask you to do this if she didn’t think you were up to it. And you said you love anal sex, right?’ Carly ignores him and stares at her boss. ‘You are putting me in an incredibly bad position, Tina.’ She says curtly. ‘I have been your assistant for over a year. I’ve worked overtime. I’ve worked weekends. I’ve done things even when they were not in my job description. I’ve always tried to be the best employee.’ Tina puts her head in her hands, reeling from the guilt. Carly starts to take off her clothes. She turns to Jeremy. ‘So you want to fuck me in the ass?’ She asks, raging. Jeremy nods. Tina looks at them through her fingers. Carly rips her hands away from her face and demands that her boss watch. ‘So, you can learn, right?’ she asks, laughing in her disgust. ‘You are a pathetic woman!’ She gets down on her knees and tells Jeremy to take out his dick, so she can get it nice and wet. ‘Then,’ she says. ‘You can stick it in my ass. At least I can take it!’ BGA Sex Scene. Throughout the sex, Carly instructs Jeremy how to fuck her the way she likes it while Tina cowers in the room, watching and feeling guilty. Even time the wife tries to join in, Carly either makes her do something humiliating to her husband or wait by the sideline. It isn’t long before the satisfied Jeremy pulls out and cums over Carly’s ass.

Tina tries to apologize to Carly, as the assistant quickly throws back on her clothes and heads for the front door. She informs her boss that she is quitting. She doesn’t want anything to do with her any more.

The Rectal Exam, Scene #01

THE RECTAL EXAM
Family doctor exploits favorite patient into anal sex exam

SCENE opens with the camera focused tightly on the exposed back of a woman with a stethoscope pressed against her skin. The camera travels as the doctor’s hand slowly moves the stethoscope lower down the patient’s back, which elicits a light gasp and giggle from the patient without us ever seeing her face. She exclaims that the metal is a bit cold. A close-up of just the doctor’s mouth, biting his lip nervously, shows us that the exposed skin and flirty noises of his patient are distracting him. ‘Sorry,’ Dr. Sumner says with a bit of a dorky laugh, ‘just one more deep breath please?’ We watch her exposed back rise and fall slowly as she breathes deep, and Dr. Sumner stares at her mesmerized. ‘Gooood,’ he exclaims softly. Catching himself staring, he clears his throat and lifts the stethoscope off her back. As he turns back to stand across from his patient, we see she is a strikingly beautiful woman, Yvette. In fact, Dr. Sumner finds he has trouble taking his eyes off of her as he speaks. ‘Well, your breathing checks out, blood pressure is normal, and your vaccinations are all up to date… was there anything else that’s been worrying you that you wanted me to look into?’ Yvette looks uncomfortable as she tries to broach the subject. Actually, yes, there was something else that’s been bothering her recently, but it’s a bit uncomfortable to talk about. Dr. Sumner assures her that no topic is off limits, especially not for his favorite patient, and Yvette gets a bit more relaxed. Well, she elaborates, she’s been feeling some discomfort in her… well, her you know, (‘butthole’ she mutters hurriedly), ever since she tried anal sex for the first time with her boyfriend a couple of days ago.

Dr. Sumner is visibly taken aback, and he stutters over a response as he fidgets with his coat and tie. Yvette looks let down, she had hoped that Dr. Sumner would react more professionally than this, but he apologizes – it’s simply because he’s been treating her and her family since she was a little girl, sometimes he forgets she’s a 22 year old woman now. But she’s right, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, what two consenting adults do in the privacy of their homes is not any of his business. He remarks that it’s not uncommon for anal virgins to experience some pain and discomfort afterwards, and that the pain should subside after a day or two as long as she was careful, they went slowly, and used plenty of lubricant. Yvette, however, doesn’t seem to have been put at ease – she’s read about anal fissures and tearing and the like. Isn’t he even going to take a look to make sure it isn’t something more serious? Dr. Sumner starts to say that it’s not necessary since her level of pain doesn’t seem too severe, but then he cuts himself off. Actually, yes, she’s absolutely right, he should perform a thorough examination. Just to be safe. So if she can just please lift up her dress, remove her underwear, and bend over the table…

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CUT back to just a few seconds after, only now in a male gaze perspective from behind Yvette as we stare straight onward at her bent over ass. Her pussy and butthole are on full display as she waits patiently for her doctor to take a look. He kneels down close, placing one firm hand on each cheek to spread them wider, and stares transfixed for several seconds.

‘Um… doctor?’ Yvette asks timidly. ‘Is everything ok back there?’ Dr. Sumner snaps out of his reverie and stutters that yes, he’s just making a preliminary visual inspection before he runs more extensive tests. He periodically spreads her ass cheeks wide to provide the camera with ample close-up shots of her winking hole – this goes on for almost a minute, though the doctor is now more conscious to make it seem like a proper inspection by adding authoritative sounds like ‘mm-hmm’, ‘ok’, ‘so far so good’, etc. to keep Yvette feeling assured.

‘Well, at first glance everything seems in order, but I’ll of course have to palpate the inside of your rectum next, so you should brace yourself for some mild discomfort.’ ‘Palpate?’ Yvette asks nervously, but Dr. Sumner explains that palpate just means examining by touch. It’s just a clinical way of saying he’ll be inserting his finger. With lubricant, of course. He asks her to remain in position while he dons his medical gloves – as he does this, we see that unbeknownst to Yvette, the doctor’s attention remains fixated on her ass on display. He smears some lubricant onto his index and middle fingers, and then gets back into position behind her.

He reminds her that as he said, she might feel some slight discomfort – and then makes a bad joke about how he’s sure it will be nothing compared to how it must have felt with her boyfriend sticking it in the other night. Yvette laughs nervously, not because it was funny but to make things less awkward. The doctor sticks one gloved finger in slowly, asking Yvette to describe the sensations as he does so. She describes the initial pressure, a dull ache as his finger goes deeper in, and then finally a yelp of surprise when he sticks the finger all the way in, though it quickly subsides, and she remarks that she doesn’t notice much pain now that he’s all the way in. He remarks that he’s going to keep his finger there for a few moments, and suggests she takes a few deep breaths. He places his other hand on her ass cheek again and spreads it idly as they wait.

Dr. Sumner begins to ask Yvette questions about her first anal experience. Though as he asks his questions, Dr. Sumner coyly pulls his finger in and out, pretending it’s part of the process. Did she use lube? (Yes.) Did she work her way up to the night in question by using any smaller toys to start? When Yvette says no, the doctor suggests that if she wants to continue having anal sex she should consider it, in fact he’s read about women who wear butt plugs for hours at a time to stretch themselves out, even in public. Yvette blushes and says there’s no way she could be bold enough for something like that. Dr. Sumner changes the subject and asks if Yvette’s boyfriend fingered her first to ease her into it, and she confesses no, he didn’t. Dr. Sumner explains that that may be why she’s experiencing some pain now, and that it’s generally better to start slow and work her way up to bigger objects. As he says this, he tells her he’ll be putting in a second finger to test her elasticity. The second finger is clearly more difficult for Yvette to handle than just the one, but he eases her into it with a sense of relish.

After he satisfies himself with having fit two fingers into her hole and wiggling them around to make her squirm a bit, Dr. Sumner pulls his fingers out gently and then tells her that while things seem normal inside, he would like to get a final deeper visual inspection using a speculum. He lays Yvette on her side on the table, ass peeking out towards him, and he pulls out a rectal speculum from a nearby drawer. He inserts it carefully and uses it to expand her asshole slightly wider. Yvette remarks that the sensation is very uncomfortable, but the doctor remarks that the sensation should pass and that he promises it’s absolutely necessary. However, he is clearly enjoying himself, even inserting his finger into the opening of the speculum to tease and toy with the rim of her hole. He tells Yvette that she’s lucky that a ‘complete amateur’ like her boyfriend didn’t injure her, and that they should really take better precautions next time. Yvette, slightly weirded out, remarks that Dr. Sumner really seems to know a lot about anal sex. Like, a lot.

At this, Dr. Sumner gets very embarrassed. He takes the speculum out of Yvette and removes his hands from her, putting them between his legs sheepishly. He was just offering her some advice, that’s all. Yvette asks where he even gets all this advice from, she’s sure it’s not stuff he learned at medical school. Dr. Sumner tries to evade the question, but Yvette coaxes him – he’s been a friend of the family for years now and he’s helped her through some very tough times, she won’t judge him. Dr. Sumner bashfully answers that he watches a lot of anal porn. Yvette grins, it’s almost cute how nervous the doctor looks. She asks Dr. Sumner if he’s ever had anal sex and he admits that he hasn’t but has always wanted to. Yvette gets bolder, she bets that he must get awfully tempted sometimes with all the pretty girls he must have to look at as part of his job. In fact, he’s always said she’s his favorite patient, is that because he likes her or is it just because he’s always wanted to fuck her? Dr. Sumner stumbles over his words and Yvette takes advantage of this to coax him further. He’s right that her boyfriend is a complete amateur. In fact, having anal sex with him hurt like hell. But she bets that if a real man showed her how to do it, a man who’s completely obsessed with anal sex, he’d know how to do it right. She reaches for his crotch and he pulls back, it would be unethical. She gets up off the table and approaches him seductively, insisting that no other patient of his is ever going to go along with something like this, this is a once in a lifetime chance and he’d be an idiot to turn it down. She wants it, he wants it. What could be more ethical than that? She leans in for a kiss and he hungrily kisses back, his hands going straight to gripping her ass cheeks tightly as they embrace.

The Family Tradition, Scene #01

The Family Tradition
Daughter Commits Unspeakable Acts Against Mom for Daddy’s Attention

SCENE opens on a shot of Paula, an 18-year-old girl, as she stares at herself in the bathroom mirror. From the mirror’s POV, we watch her. Her face is perfectly made up and she is wearing expensive lingerie … But something about her seems sad. Her face is stone cold and vacant. A minute of silence passes before she snaps out of it and takes something from her cabinet. She unwraps and drops two antacid tablets into a glass of water on the counter. The water fizzes. Cut back to a shot of Paula. She pulls on a fleecy robe to hide her lingerie and exits the room.

Mom and dad are sitting up in bed, watching TV, when Paula enters the room in her robe. She is holding the glass of water. When mom notices her, she tells her how adorable she looks and beckons her over to join them. Dad seems aloof and keeps flicking the remote. ‘I’ve brought you your antacid, mom.’ Paula says and hands her the glass. Mom smiles and takes it, thanking her daughter for always being so dutiful and taking care of her. Paula shrugs and tells her it’s no big deal. But mom pulls her in and gives her a hug. ‘No Paula, I mean it.’ She says. ‘All this year, ever since I got sick, you’ve been such an angel. Bringing me my medicine every night; Deciding to stay at home even after you graduated, just so you could take care of me along with your step-father.’ Dad keeps staring at the TV. Paula smiles and hugs her back. ‘You know me mom, I’ll always be your baby. Now come on and drink this before your reflex gets bad.’ Mom nods knowingly and takes a sip before turning to her husband. ‘Aren’t we blessed, honey?’ She says. ‘Blessed that our little girl has grown up into such a caring, loving woman? Other 18-year-olds mistreat their parents … but not our Paula. She takes such good care of us.’ Dad takes a long pause before turning to smile at his wife. ‘Yes, sweetie.’ Clutching Paula’s hand affectionately, mom drinks the rest of her antacid before placing the glass on the night stand. All three watch the TV in silence before mom slowly sputters and slumps over.

Paula stares down at her unconscious mother before dad breaks the silence. ‘Took long enough tonight,’ he says standing up and starting to remove his pajamas. ‘Are you wearing what I bought you?’ Paula slowly removes her hand from her mothers and stands up too … about to disrobe. Dad excitedly stops her. ‘Wait,’ he orders. ‘I want to save up for that. First, I think I want to fuck your face in that cute little robe for a minute. My sweet baby girl.’ He laughs as Paula stands there fidgeting. ‘Do you think we could go to my room this time?’ she asks submissively. Dad pulls down his pants and tells her to crawl over, they are going to do it here like they always do. Slowly Paula gets on her knees and makes her way over to her erect father. ‘Is step-daddy ready for his nightly blow job?’ she says, staring up at him. ‘In my house, you call me daddy.’ He says, grabbing her face. ‘I don’t want to hear that step bullshit again. Now, open your mouth.’ Paula smiles and says, ‘yes daddy.’

Possessive, Scene #01

POSSESSIVE
DESPERATE BROKE COLLEGE GIRL GIVES UP HER BODY TO REPO MAN

SCENE opens on Natalie, a 20-year-old college student, as she lays quietly in the bed of her small apartment. She has been trying to ignore the man at her door for several minutes now. After the knocking finally stops, Natalie waits a few seconds longer before deciding to sneak to her window. She moves the curtain to one side and peeks out, just long enough to spot him outside before quickly retracting and hiding behind the door. The knocking resumes, this time louder and more violently, causing Natalie to panic. The man calls out from the other side of the door and orders her to open it. He isn’t going anywhere. Natalie bites her nails nervously, unsure of what to do, before finally letting out a sign and opening the door to face him. An intimidating man, with massive biceps, is holding two empty duffel bags. He looks very irritated, cursing at her under his breath before diving into a prepared script. ‘My name is Tony,’ he says. ‘I’m with Flexline Repossessions. I’ve come to collect your possessions to compensate for the student loan you’ve defaulted on … but I’m sure you already know that!’ Natalie looks crestfallen. She tries to reason with him, saying she is starting a new job soon and she should be making payments again by the end of the month. Tony listens and smiles sympathetically. ‘Good, then that means this will be the last time I have to do this,’ he replies, pushing past the doorway and walking into her room. The camera lingers on Natalie’s face as she slowly turns around and closes the door behind him.

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He inspects some items closely, while tossing others directly into his duffel bags. The possessions he doesn’t take are put back haphazardly, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Natalie tries to interject occasionally — especially when he touches a gift from her boyfriend or a family heirloom — but he largely ignores her protests

As Tony works, he begins to pause more frequently to ogle and elicit reactions from Natalie. It becomes clear to her that he is spending less time on this job and more time trying to make her uncomfortable. Through his POV, we see the repo man staring at the girl’s body while he laughs at the position she’s gotten herself into; asks about the sentimental value of certain possessions; and begins to make crass, lewd gestures to try and offend her. He sniffs her underwear as he bags it; comments on a photo of her mom; and asks if her boyfriend satisfies her after discovering a dildo in her drawer. Throughout the ordeal, Natalie tries to remain calm and polite. She just wants to get it over with it, even when he gets right up in her face to intimidate her.

When he finally finishes, he takes stock of what is inside his bags and then remarks that it isn’t going to be enough to cover what she owes. She starts to cry. Glancing out the window, he notices the car parked in her driveway. ‘Is that car yours, the red one?’ He asks. Natalie’s eyes well up in desperation as she feebly tries to hold Tony back. ‘Please don’t take my car,’ she begs him. ‘I need it for my new possessive Desperate Broke College Girl Gives Up Her Body To Repo Man job. If you take it, I’ll never be able to pay back the rest of the loan. PLEASE! You already took everything else!’ Tony is unwavering, clearly enjoying her breakdown. ‘Well,’ he says slowly. ‘There is one other possession I could take instead.’

One Day at a Time, Scene #01

ONE DAY AT A TIME
Vulnerable Teen Addict Tricked into Sex during Rehab

The camera tracks along a stretch of road, slowly coming upon a teen girl as she lays twitching on the pavement. She is dirty and frothing slightly from the mouth, as the whites of her eyes roll back and she mutters incoherently. Lying beside her is a kit with needles, a spoon, and some unmarked powder. An unmarked cop car pulls up in the distance, its lights flashing. From a dutch angle, we see two officers step out and walk over to the girl. They feel her pulse and root through her pockets to find her wallet. An officer pulls out her ID and notes that she is over 18 years old. Shaking their heads, pick her up and put her in the back seat.

As they drive, she slumps over in the back seat. Off camera, you can hear the officers discuss what to do with her. One suggests she spend another night in county to teach her a lesson. The other cuts in, saying it won’t work. She’ll be back on the streets doing the same shit again. She needs rehab. they should take her over to the sober living house so she can detox. The guy who runs it always has a way with dealing with the lost girls. Maybe he can fix her. They drive off towards the house.

Scene cuts to several days later. It’s morning. The teen, a small fragile girl named Angie, opens her eyes. The brightness of the room is shocking and she pulls up the covers to block it out. She is naked under the sheets. The door opens and a man enters. He is clean and handsome, carrying a covered tray of food. Angie peeks out and stares at him nervously, slowly realizing that she doesn’t know where she is. The man sets the food down and introduces himself as Eric. He runs a sober living house. She looks down and realizes she is naked. She quickly covers herself, asking how she got here and where her clothes are.

Eric replies that she had overdosed and the cops who found her had brought her here. She’s lucky they didn’t put lock her up. She’s been in and out for almost 3 days, only waking up when the withdrawal symptoms got too intense. Angie remembers nothing and seems very confused. Eric sits down beside her and gently takes her hand. It’s ok, he says. I know what you’re going through. I’ve been there too. He goes on to describe his own experiences with drugs and shows her a 1-year recovery medallion. Sober living worked for me, he reassures her. I’ve turned my life around. It’s all about taking one day at a time. I can help you do the same … if you trust me.

Angie covers her head in her hands, reeling from her symptoms. She asks Eric if he can simply let her go. She doesn’t need to be here. Eric reminds her that the cops specifically asked him to take care of her. He doesn’t know when they’ll be back to check up. He tries to get Angie to open up about her own experience. She confides in him that she is a good girl, with good parents. She just parties a little too much. If he will just let her go, she promises to go home and not do this again. Eric reiterates that the cops are watching him closely and that he has an obligation to rehabilitate the girls who enter his house. Angie starts to cry, as she scrunches the sheets around herself. She begs and pleads with him … saying she’ll do anything to just go home.

Eric stares at her for a long time, his eyes occasionally darting back to the covered food tray. I suppose I could make something up if the cops came back … He says slowly. Angie perks up and continues to beg and thank him. Eric continues to stare, lost in thought. He watches as the sheets scrunched up around Angie start to slouch, exposing her nipples. But if I were to let you go, he continues. You need to make it worth my while. She asks him what he means. Eric edges closer to her on the bed and tells her to drop the sheets. Stunned, she leaps off the bed and makes for the door. It’s locked. She tells him to stay back. Calmly, Eric reiterates the situation. Look, I’m not here to do any harm. I’m here to help you. But if you aren’t willing to stay here and you want me to cover it up, you are going to need to treat me with a little more respect. I’m simply asking for an exchange. A deal. You’re familiar with dealing, right? This descends into a negotiation between Eric and Angie. After protesting, Angie ultimately decides it is worth it to sleep with the counselor in exchange for her early exit. She gives her full, lucid consent.

Future Darkly: Don’t Panic!, Scene #01

FUTURE DARKLY – DON’T PANIC
COUPLE MUST TRADE SEX FOR SURVIVAL AFTER THE WORLD ENDS

SCENE opens on a couple, Jacob (Logan Pierce) and Katlyn (Elena Koshka), walking hand in hand down a modern city street. They’ve just left dinner, and, through their small talk, it is revealed that the pair recently moved in together. They come to a corner and pause to share a tender moment. While they kiss, a shower of satellites streaks the sky behind them before tumbling to earth and exploding. The couple barely has time to react before everything buzzes and fades to white.

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SIX WEEKS LATER

Katlyn slowly opens her eyes. She is huddled under a tarp and wearing the exact same outfit as before, except it is now filthy and soiled. Her once pretty hair is greasy and pulled back with string. Dirt streaks her face. As she pulls back the tarp, she realizes that her boyfriend Jacob is missing. The girl freaks out and jumps to her feet, looking for the wood plank she keeps by her side. As she grabs it, Jacob comes around the corner with a jug of water. He is also wearing the same outfit, caked with dirt and filth. He is unshaven and carrying a crude piece of metal. Katlyn rushes into his arms asking if he found food but her boyfriend urges her to be quiet. There is somebody up the road and he isn’t sure if they’re good or not. Katlyn starts to frantically gather their things. ‘He might not be bad. He might know something, like the woman who drove us back in the beginning.’ He continues. Katlyn asks him what he looks like. He looks pretty normal, Jacob replies. They decide to go approach him.

CUT to inside a derelict building. The couple approach the window and a man’s shoulder steps into frame. He is the man Jacob saw earlier, another drifter. The couple wave their weapons above their arms and tell the man they mean no harm. They want to know if he has any information. The man hesitates before slowly sticking his head out of the door. ‘You tell me first,’ he says. The couple look at each other before Jacob replies that they heard it was an asteroid. Nothing works. No GPS, no internet, no electricity. The man pauses before replying ‘I heard it was a nuclear attack, but I’ve only met 13 other people.’ He pauses, before adding ‘I also know where some water is.’ Katlyn jumps in, demanding to know where. The man sticks his head out a little further and says he’ll tell them but only if they give him some of their own water first. Jacob clutches the jug tightly. He weighs his options before Katlyn urges him to do it. Jacob agrees, and the man pulls out a dirty plastic container. Jacob fills it up and the man drinks eagerly, before telling them there is a well two miles up the road. He disappears inside, and the couple turn to keep walking.

CUT to the middle of nowhere. The couple walk through the blazing sun, with nothing in sight. Their jug is empty, and both are growing desperate. They argue about the water before coming upon a body lying in the road. Looking down on it, they root through the person’s pockets but only find a dead phone.

Katlyn pleads that she is hungry, and Jacob tells her that water is more important. They need to keep walking. He tosses the phone in the dirt.

SMASH CUT to a gravel road, as the couple come up a large empty house. ‘It’s probably been raided already,’ Jacob says but Katlyn urges them to check. They go to the front door and enter.

CUT to inside the house. It is still. There are no lights on, except for the natural light streaming in. Jacob tells Katlyn to wait while he checks the rest of the house. While she stands alone nervously, she starts to look around. A coffee cup rests on the table. It is moldy inside. She spots a pencil and snatches it up, stuffing it in her pockets. Then she sees something that shocks her: a flickering light coming from behind a closed door. She screams out to Jacob, who rushes back in.

‘The whole house has been stripped,’ he says. ‘Like I told you.’ Katlyn points to the light. The couple stare in shock. They haven’t seen a single light on since it happened. Guarding his girlfriend, Jacob slowly opens the door to reveal a library with several oil lamps burning. In the middle of the floor, is a pile of tuna cans.

The couple’s eyes go wide, and they pounce on them. This is more food than they’ve had in weeks. They try to chew them open and bang them against the floor and with books to open them. Katlyn even tries to use the pencil she found in desperation. Nothing. They collapse in frustration as a rifle barrel slowly slides out from behind a curtain in the corner of a room. A man, dressed in clean tactical clothes and greased back hair steps out. He tells them to freeze.

Jacob shields his girlfriend and begs the man to put his gun down. They are not bad people, they are just passing through. The man asks them what they know. Nervously, they reply that it might be an asteroid or a nuclear attack. There is no GPS, internet or electricity and there is supposed to be water near here. They think it’s been 2 or 3 months, but they aren’t sure. The man studies them before slowly putting the gun down. ‘There’s a well at the end of my property,’ he replies. Jacob asks if they would be allowed to fill up their jug. The man smiles and sits down. ‘I believe it was Kessler Syndrome,’ he says matter-of-factly. Katlyn asks if he is a doctor. ‘I was a high school science teacher,’ he replies. There is an awkward silence, as the couple stray towards the door. ‘It was a theory proposed in the seventies by NASA,’ he continues. ‘The idea that if enough space objects were to collide, the debris they would cause would litter our atmosphere with so much junk that all the satellites would come crashing down.’ Katlyn asks her boyfriend if that is true. He shrugs his shoulders. ‘No telecommunications, no electrical grids, no laws.’ The man adds, laughing to himself. Jacob asks again if they can use his well. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a can opener. ‘How about you help yourself to these cans, as well?’ Katlyn freaks out and reaches for the opener, when the man pulls his hand away. ‘I’ll give this to you if you let me fuck your pussy!’ He says, putting the opener back in his pocket. Jacob lunges at him but the man picks up his gun. ‘I will defend myself,’ he threatens. Jacob tells him that his girlfriend is not for sale. ‘It’s a trade,’ he says calmly. ‘Just a few minutes in exchange for a whole week’s worth of food.’ Jacob stares down at the food. ‘I haven’t been with a woman in a long time, I’m sure you can understand my position.’ The man argues. He stares lustfully at Katlyn. Jacob turns and starts to debate doing it with his girlfriend. She is stunned at his attitude. How could he even be contemplating this idea? He tells her to not panic. Just calm down and listen … food is getting harder to find. He’s going to give them water too. Life isn’t like it used to be. Katlyn slaps her boyfriend. He pleads with her to think about them both, not just herself. She can close her eyes. She can get through it. As he speaks, Katlyn gradually realizes that her boyfriend is right. They need the food. Old rules don’t apply. She must do it. ‘If you give my boyfriend the cans and the opener first, then I’ll do it,’ she negotiates. ‘He won’t leave without me.’

The man smiles. He tells her to strip while he carries the gun back to his curtain and tucks it out of view. He pulls out a single wet wipe. ‘Clean yourself down there first,’ he says. Katlyn nervously wipes her vagina while he inspects her. ‘Wait outside,’ he orders Jacob. Jacob looks guilt-ridden at his girlfriend before she tells him to go. She will be out soon. He stuffs the cans into their tarp and leaves, closing the door. Katlyn turns back to the man, tells him she is ready and then starts sucking his dick.

Take My Breath Away, Scene #01

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
SHY TEEN WITH DARK DESIRE SEEKS OUT STRANGER TO CHOKE HER DURING SEX

In her bathtub at night, shy nerdy teen Lucy stares up at the ceiling, unmoving. The tap drips as the only indication of sound or movement. After several seconds, there is a light disturbance in the still bathwater, and then Lucy lets out a small gasp — she’s moved her hand to slip a finger into her pussy under the water. When her finger is all the way in, she pauses for a moment, then starts slowly moving it in and out to pleasure herself, her gasps becoming heavy and sensual — several close-ups of her mouth and face, along with heightened sounds of inhaling and exhaling, draw heavy focus towards her breathing. After a half-minute or more, fully immersed in her fantasy, she inhales a single long drawnout breath through her teeth, as she slowly slips under the water, submersing herself. She stays under, and the water goes perfectly still.

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At her computer another morning, Lucy is in her pajamas typing up a college paper. She is stuck on a sentence, not sure what to write next. She breaths out a huge sigh of frustration, removes her glasses, and rubs her eyes wearily. Putting her glasses back on a little crooked, she tries to go back to writing… but a previously opened tab in the corner of her eye distracts her, and she clicks back onto it. We see on the screen that it’s a site for breath play enthusiasts called ‘Breathless’. Her breathing shallows, and she runs her fingers along where her neck meets the collar of her nightshirt as a nervous tic. She opens up a chat bar where she has a message already open and typed out, a message to another member. From the wording, it seems to be the last in a long line of messages between them. Towards the end of her message, she’s suggesting that they meet up. Her face and body language shows she is still undecided as to whether to send it or not. Clearly anxious, and idly running her fingers along her chest and up and down her throat, Lucy deliberates for several seconds. Then, spontaneously she shoots her hand out to click send. She gets an alert that the message has been sent. She closes the laptop in panic, almost in fear of what she’s just done… or perhaps what the response might be. She bites her thumb nervously and taps the laptop casing, before removing her glasses and flopping down on her bed. Her breathing is fast and nervous as she closes her eyes and lies there, eyes shut, until her breathing eventually calms itself.

CUT TO another evening, in the doorway of a house. Lucy walks through the door, followed by a strange man a couple of years older than her, Preston. He’s holding keys and locks the door behind him — this is his place, not hers. They are both visibly awkward around each other as they remove their shoes and he leads them up to his master bedroom. Once there, they sit side by side on the bed, at first making no move to close the gap between them. They talk about the breath-play site they met at, how long each of them has been a member, how they found out about it, etc. Lucy joined around when she turned 18. Preston reaffirms what was said in the chat, that Lucy has never done anything like it before. Neither has he. The closest he came was when he practiced choke grips on a first aid doll once when his dad brought one home from work, and it turned him on. He’s immediately embarrassed from telling the story, but Lucy tells him she understands — she has nobody she can talk to about her fetish either. It’s tough for a guy to ask a girl to do that, Preston admits, it would make him look like a serious creep. He’s always hoped some girl would ask him, but he knows it’s a long shot. Lucy sympathizes – everyone assumes that because she’s shy and nerdy that she’s completely innocent. One time she asked her boyfriend to choke her, and he was a bit freaked out by the idea and she quickly told him never mind. For the next few days he acted weird around her, and then not long after he broke up with her. Ever since, she’s been too shy to tell anybody she’s been with, because she doesn’t want boys to think she’s some weird freak. Especially with how word spreads around college.

There’s an awkward pause, and then Preston asks if she wants to start any specific way. Shyly, Lucy shakes her head no — she never really pictured where to go from here, she never even thought she’d ever get this far. Preston says he’s seen a few videos, it’s given him a few ideas of what to do. Does she mind if he takes the lead? Lucy says it’s fine, he can try whatever he wants, and that if it gets too intense she can tap on the bed with her hand. Preston agrees to this, and moves his hand up hesitantly towards her neck. He pauses, she nods, and he continues. He grabs her throat, and squeezes — not too rough at first, but hard enough that she certainly feels it. As he grips her throat tightly, he moves in to kiss her, first up the side of her neck, her ear, the side of her cheek, then he turns her head towards his and kisses her mouth. He kisses passionately, albeit a bit awkwardly — he moves as someone who is less suavely copying moves that he’s seen elsewhere. Still, he remains in control throughout, and Lucy submits with a gasp each time he reasserts his dominance with a renewed grip on her throat.

Driver’s Education, Scene #01

DRIVER’S EDUCATION
Teen Student Fucked by Pervert during Driving Lesson

The scene opens on an over the shoulder shot of Peter, a disheveled looking man, as he peers inside the door of a woman’s public washroom. A girl sits inside the stall peeing, her feet visible, while Peter breathes heavily and grabs his crotch at the prospect of seeing her. He licks his lips in anticipation when a hand suddenly clasps down on his shoulder. It’s a security guard, who spins Peter around and angrily escorts him off the property. A tracking shot shows the guard dragging Peter off a school campus. He gets the man to the edge of the parking lot before warning him to never come back on the property again. He has been banned and, the next time he’s caught snooping around the girls, they will call the police. The guard storms off, leaving Peter to pick himself up off the ground. Just as he is about to walk off, a mother and her 18-year-old daughter pull up to the curb beside him. The mother, sitting in the passenger seat, rolls down her window and asks Peter if he is her daughter’s driving instructor. Stacey, the teen girl, sits awkwardly in the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirrors and rolling her eyes. Peter stares at her before turning back to the mother and blankly saying ‘yes I am.’ She gets out of the car and he slides inside beside the teen as the mother walks off. She asks him what she should do first. Without missing a beat, Peter says ‘just start driving.’

The pair drive awkwardly through the streets, as Stacey tries to small talk (her age, her interests, her school, her boyfriend, why she is taking extra driving lessons, etc..) while Peter stares blankly at her. You sense he is trying to figure out what to do next as his eyes stay locked on her tight teen body. He guides her through some basic maneuvers while racking his mind for a place they can go. It needs to be private. Out of the way. Discreet. Somewhere no one will disturb them. But what is he going to do with her when he gets there? These thoughts race in Peter’s mind as he remembers a lonely stretch of road just outside of town. He used to take girls there when he wanted privacy. Maybe, if he gets Stacey alone on that road, he can think of something else to do with her. A sly smile crosses his face as he instructs the girl to drive towards his secret destination. When they arrive on the desolate road, Stacey begins to feel nervous. Why would her driving instructor take her here? All the other ones stuck to the main roads. Peter matter-of-factly explains that he knows a short cut to getting her license. He took her here so he could show her. This makes Stacey relieved, she has failed her driver’s test three times now and her mom is breathing down her neck. Peter tells her he has an in with the DMV and can get her license without having to take the road test. She can’t believe it. Smiling, he tells her they can over to the office right now and get it all sorted out. She hugs him. He continues to bate her … telling her what a relief it will be to finally be independent and get her mother off her back! Stacey nods and asks what she needs to do. Peter says that she just has to fuck him.

Uncle Charming, Scene #01

UNCLE CHARMING
CHARMING YOUNG UNCLE MANIPULATES NIECE TO TAKE HER VIRGINITY

SCENE opens on a bored-looking 18-year-old girl Sophie at the base of a staircase, leaning slumped against the railing. Her fingers are avidly typing away on her phone, but her expressionless face and glazed over eyes shows she’s hardly interested, just killing time. ‘So explain to me again why I have to sleep on the couch for a whole month just to make room for this loser uncle I’ve never met?’ she says in a deadpan grumble. Her mother Mrs. Kent comes into view, breathlessly scuffling back and forth to straighten a painting here, wipe dust off a shelf there, adjust her daughter’s hair (which only frustrates her further). ‘Oh come on, Sophie, be nice, it’s just until he finds a job in the city. And he’s not some total stranger, he’s family now.’ Sophie snorts. ‘Not really,’ she scoffs, ‘just ’cause gramps found a new trophy wife and she happens to come with kids, doesn’t mean we gotta spend time with them.’ Mrs. Kent looks scandalized – that’s no way to talk about her grandfather. Sophie rolls her eyes. ‘I’m just saying, what am I even going to have to talk about with this guy? Shouldn’t dad be the one to get stuck with all this family bonding crap?’ Mrs. Kent stops hurrying around for a moment and puts her hand on her waist matter-of-factly. ‘Actually, Sophie, Blake is supposed to be just a couple years older than you. So who knows, maybe you’ll have a lot in common.’ For the first time, Sophie looks up from her phone in a moment of genuine surprise, before shaking her head and returning her attention to texting. ‘Probably still a weirdo,’ she mutters. Her mom shushes her disapprovingly and then continues her lastminute tidying into the other room. A few seconds later, she calls from the other room that she thinks she hears him coming to the door but has her hands full, can Sophie answer it? Sure enough, moments later there’s a knock on the door. Sophie groans, puts down her phone and the camera tracks her as she trudges to open the door. A handsome and charming man dressed similar to Sophie is at the other side of the door, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. From Sophie’s POV we see him flash a friendly smile and extend his hand towards the camera for a handshake. ‘Hey, you must be my new niece,’ he grins, ‘I’m Uncle Blake.’

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Several days later, Blake and Sophie are hanging out in what’s evidently from the feminine decor Sophie’s old room, only now there are some of Blake’s things strewn about giving it a lived-in vibe. The two of them are sitting casually across from each other on a sprawling bed, or perhaps Sophie is on the bed and Blake is sitting in a nearby chair. He is recounting to Sophie some stories about one of his recent cross-country hitchhikes, and Sophie hangs on his every word. After the climax of his latest story, he pulls out his phone to show her some pictures he took from the trip. He gets up from where he’s sitting and sits back down intimately close to Sophie, and starts showing her the pictures. Tight camera angles of Blake watching Sophie’s face while continuing their conversation and looking at the pictures suggests tension, like an animal predator scoping out its prey. Coyly, he turns his hitchhiking anecdote sexual by telling Sophie about a one-night-stand with another traveler. He starts off as telling it like any other story, but then starts to describe the encounter more and more graphically. He relishes as Sophie blushes and has trouble meeting his gaze. Eventually he ends the story by saying it was an experience he’ll never forget, and then asks what her most memorable sexual encounter is. Sophie embarrassed admits that she’s a total virgin, she’s never even kissed a guy before. ‘Aren’t you 18?’ he asks incredulously. Sophie nods. She supposes she’s been a bit of a late bloomer. Blake suggests he could teach her how to kiss – Sophie pulls back, flustered, and he shrugs and says at least it would be better to try it with someone she trusts than with a stranger. Sophie stutters a bit and then makes up a lame excuse to leave the room.

CUT to that evening, Sophie and her mother are in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee while Sophie is asking her mom questions about what to do when you like someone, how do you know whether to make a move or not, etc. Mrs. Kent expresses interest in hearing the details – ‘who’s the boy?’ – and despite Sophie’s attempts to keep the conversation vague, she reveals small details (‘I haven’t known him long’, ‘he’s had a lot more sexual experience than me’, etc.). Her mom gets increasingly agitated as she realizes it must be Uncle Blake, especially since the past few days Sophie and he have been inseparable, and she asks Sophie point-blank whether it’s Blake she has a crush on. As soon as Sophie admits it, her mother gets agitated, she calls into the other room for Mr. Kent to come and admonishing Sophie for making a huge mistake.

Sophie tries to calm her down, but when Mr. Kent comes to see what’s wrong and Mrs. Kent explains the situation, things only escalate further. Throughout the argument, both parents interrogate her with probing questions (‘has he tried to make a move on you?’), they try to convince her to forget about him (‘you’re family for god’s sakes’ – to which Sophie protests ‘that’s just because of some piece of paper, before gramps’ wedding we weren’t related at all! … … ‘the guy’s a loser, he never stays in one spot for more than a few months, what do you see in him?!’ etc.) and finally they threaten to send Blake packing. Sophie starts crying that they’re overreacting, that he’s not like that, in fact he probably doesn’t even like her like that. It was all just a stupid crush. Mr. Kent says he’s going to have to talk to Blake and Sophie begs him not to, he’ll embarrass her and ruin things, but the dad refuses to listen. If Blake is going to stay under their roof, it’ll be under their terms, not his.

CUT to even later that night, Sophie is sitting upright on the couch in light sleeping clothes, it’s evident she was trying to sleep on the couch but muffled sounds of shouting from upstairs are keeping her awake. Finally, the shouting ends, followed by an upstairs door opening and slamming audibly. Sophie rearranges her pillow forcefully, sighs, and then lies down on her back, eyes open staring blankly at the ceiling. After several seconds of silence, the same upstairs door clicks open and closed again, this time more quietly, followed by the sounds of the stairs creaking under the weight of someone. Blake peeks his head over the couch into view of Sophie’s upward gaze.

She sits up again, and he takes a seat beside her on the couch. ‘I guess you must have heard all that, huh?’ Blake says with fake sheepishness. Sophie apologizes – she shouldn’t have opened her big mouth.Blake smiles sympathetically – it’s not her fault. Besides, he thinks it’s cute that she has a crush on him. Not that he feels that way about her of course. Embarrassed, Sophie says she knows, and she was never going to act on her feelings anyways. She was just being stupid. Good, Blake insists, because it’s important to him they stay friends. In fact, more than friends – he’s hoping that one day they can really be family, not just by law but have a real family bond. Sophie nods and says she hopes so too. ‘Well you know, Sophie, it’s important for family to trust each other,’ Blake says with a hint of admonishment. He can’t exactly open up to her if she’s going to go telling her mom and dad everything they say and do together. Sophie desperately promises that’ll never happen again – she never wants to relive how her parents shamed and embarrassed her tonight.

Blake’s tone of admonishment gets even more exaggerated. Well he didn’t appreciate being yelled at by her dad either. Especially when he hadn’t done anything wrong, when in fact all he’d done was embrace them as his new family. Sophie apologizes for her dad – she wished she’d never gotten them involved at all. Blake says it’s ok – it was their first fight as brothers. There’s bound to be plenty more.

They sit in silence for a moment. Blake leers up and down Sophie’s scantily clad body before snapping his eyes back to meet hers when she looks back at him. He smiles charmingly. ‘I guess your dad’s just trying to protect you. Like, if I really were some kind of creep, I’d probably try to take advantage of you. And I’m sure it would probably tear him up inside if he let something like that happen to you.’ Sophie rolls her eyes and then laughs. She’s not a kid anymore, she can handle herself. ‘No, definitely not a kid anymore’ Blake says with another appreciative look up and down her body. ‘But… well, I mean you are still a virgin. So it’s not like you’re all grown up either.’

Sophie looks a bit stung by the comment, and a bit embarrassed. It’s not THAT big a deal, is it? ‘Well,’ Blake retorts, ‘you’re not exactly proving your dad wrong. He thinks you’re still daddy’s little girl, that you still need protecting… you’re kind of reinforcing that by keeping yourself all innocent and precious in his eyes, aren’t you?’ Sophie doesn’t have a good comeback to this. ‘If you really wanted him to stop seeing you as his little princess,’ Blake concludes, ‘having sex would be a great way to start.’ Sophie pouts – it’s not exactly like she’s been intentionally avoiding sex. The opportunity just hasn’t come up.

‘I mean… I guess I could fuck you,’ Blake offers nonchalantly. Sophie is taken aback. Blake continues. ‘I mean, it’s not like I’m into you like that, but like I said before it’s better to do it with someone you trust. Plus, better to learn how in advance, rather than embarrass yourself with someone you really like for your first time.’ Sophie protests, she couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. Especially after what just happened with her parents. Blake retorts – he thought they’d just agreed that they were going to keep things private between them from now on. How would her parents even find out? Sophie continues to resist, but Blake charms her further. Just a few hours ago she was saying she has a crush on him, now he’s basically making her wishes come true and she’s refusing? Slowly, he convinces her – all the while making it seem to her that it’s what she wants, he’s just doing her a favor.

Bad Samaritans, Scene #01

BAD SAMARITANS
COLLEGE GIRL FIGHTS WITH BF AND ENDS UP COVERED IN CUM BY STRANGERS

SCENE opens on an unhappy couple, Carly and James, as they drive through a residential neighborhood on their way home. The pair have just come from James’ parents house and Carly is very disappointed at the way in which James has treated her in front of his family. Even though they’ve been dating for three years now, the man still won’t commit to anything more than living together. He even had the nerve to laugh about it with his father in front of Carly’s face. Now, as she gives him a piece of her mind, reminding him that she is 25 and just wants to settle down, he accuses her of being overbearing. She should just be happy with what they have and stop pressuring him. The fight reaches a fever pitch when Carly demands to get out of the car. She doesn’t want to be near her boyfriend anymore. He tries to tell her to calm down but, when he reaches a stop sign, she jumps out anyway and starts storming off in the opposite direction. James yells after her for a moment, before growing frustrated, and driving off.

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Several blocks later. Carly is still walking, her arms folded, and tears streaking her face. She pauses to look back at the road. Goddamn bastard didn’t even turn around! He’s going to be sorry when she gets home and dumps him. She mutters to herself as she wanders through the unfamiliar neighborhood. She has no idea where she is, it’s hot as hell, and she left her purse and phone in the car.

A black SUV appears in the distance. As it draws closer, it begins to slow down until it is driving parallel to Carly. A nicely dressed, handsome man rolls down his window and asks her if she is ok. Embarrassed, she tells him she is fine and turns back to begin walking again when the man cuts his engine. ‘Are you sure?’ He asks again. ‘It looks like you’re crying!’ Carly wipes her face and tries to shrug it off. ‘It’s ok … really,’ she replies. ‘I just had a fight with my stupid boyfriend!’ The man in the car laughs. ‘Let me guess … did you storm off to prove a point and, like a typical man, he just left you here?’ Carly nods, a smile creeping across her face. The man smiles back. He stretches out his hand and introduces himself as Adam. ‘This neighborhood is a little sketchy, why don’t you get in and I’ll drive you home?’ He offers. ‘Unlike your boyfriend, I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here!’ Carly pauses for a moment in hesitation, looking around. She knows she shouldn’t get in a car with a stranger, but he seems very genuine. Besides, she really has no idea where she is, so she agrees and gets into his car.

As they drive towards her apartment, Adam is friendly and open about himself, telling Carly all about his background and his own relationship history. Carly can’t help but feel a little smitten by the handsome stranger, especially in contrast to her jerky boyfriend. When he nonchalantly tells her that he was on his way to hang out with a friend, she makes a joke about wishing she could tag along too. The last thing she wants to do is go home right now and deal with James. Adam shrugs his shoulders and tells her she is more than welcome to join them. He’ll even take her home afterwards or call her a rideshare. Smiling at him, she bites her lip and agrees. It’ll be fun!

Cut to the doorbell ringing. Nathan, Adam’s friend, opens the door and is surprised to see Adam standing there with a young woman. The men exchange a quick glance before Adam tells him how he found Carly on the roadside. ‘Your boyfriend sounds like an asshole!’ Nathan exclaims, extending his hand. Carly laughs and nods, slightly intimidated, as she is invited in.

CUT to the patio. Adam leads Carly outside while Nathan stays in to grab some drinks. The sun is starting to go down and the view in the back is beautiful. Carly looks around in awe while Adam tells her about how he and Nathan met in college. They played football together and were in the same fraternity. Now they are business partners. Audio-visual equipment. High-end stuff. Lots of celebrity clients. Carly imagines how successful they must be, given the size of Nathan’s house. ‘Is he married?’ She asks. Adam shakes his head. ‘Nah … Lifelong bachelor,’ he replies. Suddenly, Nathan bursts through the back door holding a camera and pointing it at the duo. ‘Say Cheese!’ He jokes. From the camera’s POV, we hear him brag about the new model they just got in and how beautiful the picture quality is. Adam walks over, out of frame, to check it out and the friends ogle the tech specs while the camera secretly zooms in on Carly. She stays awkwardly by the patio edge, occasionally making eye contact with the camera and fidgeting. Nathan jokes and tells Carly to smile … she looks so pretty with the view behind her! Not wanting to be rude, she forces a smile and even makes some bad modeling poses to play along with the boys. ‘You’re not actually recording that, are you?’ She jokes, half-serious. Nathan puts down the camera and says of course not. He tells them their drinks are ready inside.

The trio sit down in the living room and Carly nervously sips her drink. She is starting to think that maybe she should just go home and deal with her boyfriend after all. Nathan continues to tinker with his camera, while Adam tells him more details about what happened to Carly. ‘Do you want us to go beat him up?’ Nathan jokes. Carly tells him that he’s sweet. James probably deserves it after the way he acted … but, she doesn’t need them to do that. She can handle it herself. Adam starts to rant about how shitty men can be, how disrespectful and rude they are. Women should be treated like goddesses … not like pieces of trash you leave on the roadside. Nathan chimes in, adding that Carly should at least consider some kind of payback. After all, the jerk should feel bad for what he’s done. What if she had been attacked out there? ‘The neighborhood he left you in,’ Adam adds. ‘Is notorious for violent crime, especially against women!’ Carly didn’t realize that, and the weight of what James did to her slowly begins to sink in. ‘It is really shitty that he didn’t even try to look for me,’ she mutters. Nathan and Adam move closer to her on either side of the couch. ‘So, what do you think you’re going to do?’ Adam asks. ‘It needs to be something that really pisses him off!’ Nathan adds. Carly looks up at them, as they invade her personal space with their questions. ‘I don’t know,’ she replies meekly. The men continue to pepper her with questions: What makes him mad? Does he get jealous easily? Maybe, the best revenge she could take is to make him jealous. Make him wish he hadn’t been such a pussy and just married her like she wanted. They get Carly riled up to a point where she is agreeing with them. It would be satisfying to see him suffer a little. Nathan motions to his camera. ‘I bet he’d freak out if he saw you with us,’ he suggests. Carly looks down at it. ‘Probably …’ she trails off. ‘Hey, let’s take some photos and send them to him,’ Adam adds. ‘I have a blocked number!’ Before Carly can say anything, Nathan is snapping photos of Adam and Carly on the couch. ‘Sit on his lap!’ Nathan says, laughing. Carly hesitates before Adam encourages her to climb on. He is laughing too. She swallows hard before deciding to just do it and slides onto his lap. She can feel the bulge in his pants as they pose together for Nathan. The man sits down beside them and takes a few more intimate photos before joining in on a selfie. ‘Now, kiss me,’ Adam says. Carly hesitates again. ‘I think we’ve got enough good photos already!’ Nathan pushes her head towards his friend and reminds her that she needs to make her boyfriend jealous. Really jealous. Make it convincing. She reluctantly agrees to give Adam a kiss, while Nathan puts the camera on a tripod and moves into join them. ‘Say cheese!’ He says again before asking permission to take her clothes off. She looks into the camera lens blankly before turning back to him. ‘Like … do you mean, have sex with me?’ She asks nervously. Nathan smiles. ‘Nothing feels worse than when your girl steps out on you,’ he says, his voice changing in tone. ‘So, if you want to prove your point, you’ll let us fuck you and you’ll enjoy every moment of it for the camera!’ Carly looks into the lens one final time before slowly agreeing to have sex with them. After all, James shouldn’t have left her. He should have come back. This is all his fault.

Mr. Nice Guy, Scene #01

MR. NICE GUY
Innocent Teen Goes Home with Stranger for Extreme Rough Sex Hookup

SCENE opens on Amy, an 18-year-old girl, as she crashes through the door and into a hallway, laughing and nearly losing her footing. She is closely followed by Eric, a 25-year-old man, who catches the teenager and steadies her on her feet, laughing alongside her. The happy pair met that night at a club and instantly hit it off, flirting and dancing until the wee hours of the morning. When Eric invited Amy back to his house, she eagerly accepted and now here they are. Slightly embarrassed from the wipe out, the girl looks down the darkened hallway of her hookup’s place. It’s filled with strange statues that catch her off guard. ‘What are you … some kind of serial killer?’ she asks giggling, as Eric kisses her neck and guides her down the hall, brushing off his art collection as a hobby. He opens the door to his master and invites her inside. ‘See, no statues in here, I promise!’ She walks inside, and he shuts the door, his expression dropping completely.

Inside the bedroom, the pair start kissing and making their way over to Eric’s bed. In between kisses, they recount their night together and what a great coincidence it was for them to meet. Even though they’ve only known each other for a few hours, it feels as if they’ve known each other for years. You can tell that Amy is totally smitten by Eric, who is being sweet and goofy with her. She coyly asks if she can suck his dick and, smiling, he stops and takes her by the hand. ‘Before we do anything,’ he says. ‘I need to make sure we’re honest with each other. I’m guessing you’re not twenty-one yet, are you? You seem a little young to be at that club.’ Amy blushes and admits that she just turned eighteen, using her sister’s ID to get in. It was the first time she’s ever done anything like that before. Eric laughs, shaking his head, and asks if she even ever had sex before. Amy drops his hand and, trying to act sexy and mature, tells him she’s had three boyfriends and fucked two of them. ‘I’m really good at sex,’ she says awkwardly, leaning back in. They kiss again for a few minutes and she starts to unzip his pants when he stops her again. ‘Have you ever had rough sex before, Amy?’ He asks calmly. She looks a bit taken aback but, wanting to seem cool, tells him ‘sure, I’ve done that.’ Eric smiles and puts her hand back over his crotch. ‘Good,’ he says sweetly. ‘Because I really like you!’ Amy eagerly pulls out his cock and looks up at him. ‘I like you too!’ she says before he shoves his cock deep down her throat.

This descends into the BG ROUGH SEX scene. Throughout the sex, Eric takes a dominant role into making Amy submit to a range of rough sex positions. His attitude switches from being a nice guy to a total sadist: verbally humiliating and domineering the girl. Despite his change in behavior, Amy remains eager to please him and consents to every act but, as the sex goes on, you can see her being pushed further and further out of her comfort zone by Eric’s rough demeanor. Likewise, the further he pushes her, the more Eric seems to get off.

The Sting, Scene #01

THE STING
Two Men Lure Teen to Seedy Motel for Double Creampie

SCENE opens one night as Trix, an 18-year-old street girl, looms in front of a large graffiti wall that marks her favorite corner. Cars and pedestrians pass by, as the girl lingers. The camera cuts in closer to reveal her scantily clad outfit and high heels as they dig into the gravel road. She lights up a cigarette. A car slowly pulls up and a man leans out the window. ‘Do you want a ride?’ He asks gruffly. Giving him the quick once-over and stubbing out her smoke, Trix agrees and crosses the car to get into the front seat. Once inside, the man, a husky blue-collar type, takes a moment before asking what she’s into. Putting on her street-smart attitude, Trix tells him that it depends what he’s looking for. ‘I’m looking for an all- night kind of thing,’ he replies coldly. Trix bites her lip, giving him another good look, before cautiously responding that that is fine. He tells he knows a good motel and they drive off. A hotel clerk sits hunched behind his desk, scribbling annotations into a small field notes book when the bell chimes. He looks up, distracted, to find the blue-collar man standing with Trix at his side. He asks for a room for the right, preferably the one on the end if it’s free. The clerk closes his book and stares at the couple. Without saying anything, he points to a NO SOLICITING sign beside his window. Trix steps forward and assures the clerk that it’s just her and her man passing through town and looking for a quiet place to sleep. Nothing to worry about. The clerk looks hard at the girl before turning his eyes back to the man. ‘Last one’s vacant,’ he says. ‘I’ll need some ID.’ The man hands the clerk a card as the clerk hands him back a key.

CUT to Trix and the man exiting the clerk’s office and walking down the motel’s exterior lobby to their room on the end. They disappear inside, leaving the camera to linger on the stillness of the night. After a few moments, the office door slowly opens and the clerk steps out, his field book in hand and a gun tucked in the back of his pants. He cautiously walks down to the room and looks in through the window. From his POV, we see Trix and the man settling into the room. She stands before him, presenting herself.

CUT to inside the room. The man asks how old Trix is and she tells him 18-years-old. He asks how she came to be such a whore. Rolling her eyes at the small talk, she tells him she ran away from home and she isn’t a whore. She has daddy issues, that’s all. The man asks if she has a pimp. Trix laughs … and says no. I know how to take of myself. She cuts the conversation short by asking what the man would like to do first. He tells her to strip which she does. Then he tells her to take clothes off. She does. The man tells her he likes rough sex. She tells him fine, but no marks. He tells her he’ll be careful. This descends into the first BG sex scene, where the man roughly fucks Trix in several positions around the room … each rougher than the last. The sex scene is intercut with POV shots from the window, as the clerk watches what is unfolding in his room. He scribbles down observations as he watches. In the end, the man takes great pleasure in finishing Trix off with a big creampie which dribbles out of her. She lays exhausted on the bed, wiping her pussy. ‘You know, I never usually let men cum inside of me,’ she says. The man laughs and tells her not worry, she’ll get what’s coming to her after he cleans up. He excuses himself to the bathroom. While the shower runs, the girl slowly gets herself up and starts gathering her things.

CUT to the window. The clerk closes his field book and tucks it in his back pocket. In its place, he pulls out a badge (hidden under his shirt) and the gun tucked behind his back and kicks open the door. Catching Trix by surprise, the clerk bursts in telling her to freeze and put her hands up. This is a sting operation. The frightened girl freezes like a deer in headlights. She knows what this means, as the man steps out of the bathroom and pats the clerk on the back. ‘Thanks for letting me get that creampie,’ he says before turning to Trix. ‘Remember this, the next time you try something like this, sweetheart!’ She scowls at him, covering herself up. He kisses her on the forehead condescendingly before leaving the room. ‘Now we can do this the hard way,’ the clerk says, ‘which involves my partner and I taking you down to the station … or we can do this the easy way.’ Trix crosses her legs and stares at the man in disgust. The room goes silent except for the sound of her leg shaking nervously. ‘Fine,’ Trix says. ‘I’ll blow you too, is that what you want?’ The clerk looks her up and down before slowly shaking his head. Trix asks what it’ll take. The man, slowly putting his badge and gun down on the dresser, tells her she’ll need to do everything she just did to his partner to him. She shakes her head. ‘I already took one load,’ she says defiantly, ‘I’m not taking another. I’m not on the pill.’ The man laughs and tells her it’s not his fault she’s careless. They exchange several more rounds of debate before the frustrated girl agrees to have sex with the clerk. This descends into the second BG sex scene, where the clerk rough fucks Trix and gives her a second creampie of the night. All during the sex, she fucks him back in anger … pissed off that she’s got caught and trying to make him cum as quickly as possible. After he has finished, the clerk stands up sweaty and triumphant. ‘Clean yourself up and get out of here,’ he orders as he throws his clothes on and leaves the room. Trix stares at the door, gritting her teeth, before breathing a sigh of relief. She looks around the room and notices the gun and badge still on the dresser. Cautiously, she walks over and picks the badge up: it’s a cheap novelty item. She’s been had. She grabs the gun and. In a fury, storms out of the hotel room slamming the door.

Office Harrassment, Scene #01

OFFICE HARASSMENT
SECRETARY FACES REPEATED SEXUAL HARASSMENT FROM HER BOSS

SCENE OPENS on Mr. Kincaid (Derrick Pierce), a brutish-looking businessman, in his office with his beautiful secretary, Valerie (Brett Rossi), telling him about the day’s schedule. Midway through her briefing, she leans down to pick up a pen from the floor and place it back on her boss’ desk before continuing. Unbeknownst to her, Kincaid sneakily throws the pen back onto the floor. When she walks back around, she notices the pen on the floor again and is agitated, taking a calming breath while gripping her notepad tightly. She bends down, the camera giving a male gaze POV of her sexy bottom, then berates her boss about dropping the pen AGAIN. He shrugs it off and she snaps, remarking that she’s tired of how he struts around the office like he owns the place! Plus he’s very rude, and she hates the way he treats her and makes her feel small and invalidated. It’s harassment and she’s not going to stand for it anymore.

She’s so worked up that she’s getting hot and sweaty, so she takes a breath to calm herself down from the outburst. Mr. Kincaid, who watches, unabashed, the whole time, responses by telling Valerie that he wants a cup of coffee and it’s not going to pour itself. Defeated, Valerie walks across the office to make a cup of coffee, although she’s clearly upset, her body tense and her hands fisted at her sides. She gazes over her shoulder to her boss, anxiety written all over her face.

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Later that day, in his office, Kincaid is finishing up a business call while Valerie brings him another cup of coffee. Once he’s done with the call, he gets her to relay what’s next on his calendar. As she starts telling him his schedule like a good secretary, he sips the coffee she just brought him and spits it out. ‘This is terrible!’ he scolds her as she helplessly looks on at his childish behavior. The childishness turns into bullying as he asks her how long she’s been working there — a decade? — which is pretty generous for a secretary. He’s going to tell her how this whole thing works and that he’ll go slow so that she catches on. Valerie is crestfallen, quietly insisting that he can’t treat her like this. ‘Sweetheart,’ he says with a smirk, ‘I can do whatever I want, and treat you however I want because I’M the boss.’ She’s just a dumb blonde bimbo, and nothing more.

He starts stroking her cheek and she calls him out on the sexual harassment, although he instantly and calmly insists that it’s NOT sexual harassment. Even if it was, who was going to believe her, anyway, since she’s just a secretary? It’s her word against his. He stresses that he’s the one that writes the checks around there, so there’s nothing she can do about it. ‘In fact…’ Kincaid trails, promptly spilling his cup of coffee on Valerie’s breasts.

Valerie tries to clean the coffee stain on her white shirt, distressed that he did that on purpose while he smugly insists that it was an accident and that he’s just such a klutz. He tells her that she had better take the shirt off and take care of the mess or it’ll stain. Valerie insists that she needs to go home to change, but he stops her in her tracks by saying, ‘OR you could stay and make your boss happy.’ If she lets him have his way with her, he’ll promote her to a position that she really wants to be in. The choice is hers.

The camera is focused on Valerie’s face as she wipes her tears and struggles to make the decision. The turmoil is clear on her face, her lips tight, although the smallest hint of a grin slowly appears. Then she makes the call and removes her shirt, throwing it to the floor. ‘You know what? You’re so right. I’m so dumb! I should be helping YOU be happy…’ she insists. Kincaid is stunned by the 180 as she strokes his shoulder, fawning over him with her breasts in full view. She lays it on thick, stroking his ego in every way that she can think of, which Kincaid readily gets off on. Valerie’s days of being bossed around because she has no choice are over as she takes the lead to show him what she’s really made of.

The Hitchhiker, Scene #01

THE HITCHHIKER
COUPLE PICK UP NAIVE TEEN ON THE ROAD AND REVENGE FUCK HER

SCENE opens on a car as it speeds down a desolate road. The sun is blazing. Classical music is blaring. Inside the car, Gloria and her husband, Markus, are driving home after a business meeting. From their attire, you can tell that the couple are successful, but things do not seem particularly harmonious in the car. Markus sits silently, gazing out the window, while Gloria obsessively dissects the potential deal they just negotiated. She turns off the stereo when it clear he isn’t listening. ‘The client is almost convinced,’ she continues. ‘He just needs a little push.’ Markus says nothing. ‘Maybe next time,’ Gloria adds, glancing at him sideways. ‘I should just go on my own!’ Again, her husband doesn’t respond.

Up ahead, they notice a teen girl standing on the side of the road. She has her thumb sticking out and a small suitcase by her feet. Awkward and gangly, the girl seems very out of place, looking nervously at the car as it approaches. ‘We should give her a ride,’ Markus says suddenly, speaking for the first time. Gloria looks at him like he’s crazy. ‘Are you kidding me?’ She scoffs. ‘You know we need to get home and work on this deal. We don’t have time for this now!’ Markus takes a deep breath before turning to face his irritated wife. ‘I want to give her a ride,’ he says again sternly. Rolling her eyes, Gloria relents and pulls over.

Markus rolls down his window and the nervous girl peers inside at them. ‘Would you like to ride with us?’ He asks. She glances past him at Gloria, who is trying to conceal her irritation. ‘It’s ok sweetie,’ she says. ‘We’re not going to bite. My husband just wants to give you a ride … so please … get in if you’re going to get in, ok?’ The girl nods nervously and walks around to get in the backseat. As she does this, Markus unbuckles his own seat belt and starts to get out of the car. ‘What are you doing?’ Gloria whispers, grabbing his arm. Markus stares at her coldly. ‘I’m going to sit with her,’ he replies before storming out and slamming the car door.

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The trio drive silently, as Gloria fumes in the front seat while Markus sits back with the girl, staring at her lustfully. She seems aware of this and very awkward. ‘What’s your name?’ He asks. She tells them it’s Andi. Well, Andrea … but all her friends call her Andi. ‘How old are you, Andi?’ Gloria asks, checking the rear view to keep an eye on her husband. She tells them she is 19. Gloria shakes her head. This one is young. Markus starts to casually rub Andi’s thigh, as he asks her more questions about where she is headed. She tells them she is from Oregon. She’s going to a music festival in San Diego. But she missed the bus and all her friends left already. She’s almost made it there herself hitchhiking. It’s the most rebellious thing she’s ever done! The couple exchange glances, as Gloria tries to silently sway her husband from pushing things further. ‘You both look really dressed up,’ Andi says, squirming. ‘Are you going to a party or something?’ Gloria coldly responds that they are business partners. They just came from an important meeting. ‘Oh, I thought you were a couple,’ Andi mutters. Gloria rolls her eyes again. ‘We are,’ she replies. Markus inches himself closer to the nervous teen. ”We’ll take you as far as our house,’ he whispers in her ear. Her eyes darting back and forth between him and the angry woman in the front seat, Andi nods nervously. ‘That would be really super,’ she says.

CUT to the car pulling into the driveway of their estate. Gloria storms out of the car first, her heels stomping on the ground as she goes inside the house. Markus follows, leading Andi out by the hand. ‘You can come in,’ he says. ‘To eat and relax.’ Andi hesitates, trying to wriggle out of Markus’ hand. She tells him that he’s been very kind. But, she should probably find another ride before it gets too dark. Besides, his wife doesn’t seem very happy that she’s here. ‘My wife is fine,’ he says. ‘We do this all the time.’ Keeping a firm grip on her, he leads her into the house.

Gloria is nowhere to be seen when they enter, so Markus invites Andi to sit on the couch. He stares at her for a few minutes in uncomfortable silence before asking if she would like a drink. She tells him she is too young to drink. ‘He’s European,’ Gloria says, suddenly storming back into the room. ‘So, he doesn’t really understand what you’re saying half the time!’ She has changed from her business suit into something much more revealing and Andi can’t help but stare at her. ‘I’m surprised you’re both not naked yet,’ she says as she sits down beside them. Markus smiles. ‘You know I like that lingerie,’ he says. Gloria spreads her legs. ‘Well, if this is going to be a competition, then I’m going to give you a competition.’ Andi looks at them both in shock. Who did she accept a ride from? Markus starts to undo his tie eagerly, laughing. Andi tries to slide between them to leave, but Gloria pushes her back down. ‘My husband likes you,’ she says. ‘And I can tell that you’re a little slut who likes him back, right?’ Andi is speechless. ‘I … I don’t know what know gave you that impression,’ she stammers. Meanwhile, Gloria helps Markus take off his pants and expose his hard dick, while continuing to chastise the teenager. ‘It’s ok sweetie, you can look at it. It’s big … that’s why I married him in the first place,’ Gloria barks. She tries to push Andi towards her husband’s dick, urging her to just go ahead and start sucking so she can see what’s she’s up against.

Andi protests and tries to gather her things. ‘I think it’s best if I just leave,’ she says starting to walk away. Markus groans in protest, as Gloria blocks her at the door. ‘So, you want to negotiate with us?’ She demands. Andi, embarrassed and in shock, tells the woman that there must be some misunderstanding. She is just trying to get to San Diego. She doesn’t want to intrude any further. She feels bad for causing them to fight. Gloria laughs. ‘Oh, we’re not fighting,’ she replies. ‘This is just what we do. My husband likes to pick up stupid little whores off the side of the road and fuck them in front of me … so I can come in and fuck them even harder to remind him who the queen is!’ Andi, very intimidated by the angry woman, tells her that she is sorry again. ‘So, what do you want … money?’ Gloria continues to negotiate. Andi tells her no. ‘You don’t want some money?’ Markus chimes in. ‘No,’ Andi mutters again. Gloria laughs, motioning to Markus to get his wallet. ‘How much is it going to take?’ She says. ‘I don’t like playing games.’ Andi shakes her head in confusion. ‘I just want to get back on the road,’ she pleads. Gloria motions to her husband to grab his car keys instead. ‘Ok sweetie, so how about you suck my husband’s dick for a minute or two and then let me play with you and you can take this car and drive yourself to San Diego.’ Markus puts the keys in her hand and smirks. ‘Please!’ He says, grabbing his dick and motioning at her. ‘You are actually going to give me your car?’ Andi asks, overwhelmed. Gloria nods. ‘Do we have a deal?’ She barks. Andi bites her lip in hesitation, looking at the feuding couple. Gloria reminds her that it will only be a few minutes. It will be over before she knows it. She just needs to be a good little slut for them. ‘You promise you’ll let me go after?’ Andi asks. ‘You have the keys, don’t you?’ Gloria whispers, inches from the girl’s face like a serpent. ‘Ok … I guess I’ll do it,’ Andi says. As soon as she has consented, Markus drops her to her knees and pushes his dick in her mouth, looking up at his wife eagerly.

Call Waiting, Scene #01

CALL WAITING
BABYSITTER TEEN LIES TO BOYFRIEND OVER PHONE WHILE CHEATING ON HIM WITH CLIENT’S SON

SCENE OPENS on a teen girl Bianca (Jane Wilde) in a kitchen with her cell phone to her ear. She’s chatting with her boyfriend Ethan. She is giggling wildly and gasping at the outrageous things he’s saying on the other end of the line, which seem like provocative sexual advances. Bianca clearly loves the chase and is playing hard to get, telling him playfully to stop, he’s so bad, she isn’t even at her own house! He says he doesn’t care but she remarks that he’s just saying that now because he’s horny. ‘Am I horny too?’ she repeats his question, and teasingly answers maaaaaybe a little, with an innocent grin as she moves into the living room and slips off her skirt, revealing her tiny thong and tight ass. She assures Ethan it’s fine, the family she’s babysitting for aren’t due back for hours, she can be as loud as she wants. ‘Oh yeah? I bet you are!’ she responds to an unheard statement. She lies down on a living room chair and starts lightly tugging at the crotch of her panties, loosening them around her body. Her fingers push aside the loose fabric to reveal a glimpse of her pussy. Her fingers hover over it in anticipation. Bianca starts moaning a bit and says ‘Yeah, I want you to do everything to me baby…’ and slips off her panties, gently pushing a finger in with a light gasp. She dirty talks with her boyfriend over the phone as she rubs her wet pussy. Soon, things get more intense, and just as she’s about to cum a young man, Seth (Jessy Jones), rounds the corner into the room and swears in surprise, demanding to know what the fuck is going on. Bianca gasps and swears loudly in surprise, and scrambles to cover herself. In a panicked voice she tells her boyfriend she’ll have to call him back and hangs up suddenly.

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She tosses the phone down and scrambles to pull up her panties and cover herself. She begins to try to apologize and explain herself, how she didn’t think anybody else would be home, while at the same time Seth shouts over her what the fuck does she think she’s doing, this is someone else’s house. The sounds of their argument start to get drowned out as the camera pans away from them slowly and narrows in on the phone. We see on the phone display three texts are received in a row at rapid speed – ‘Babe, what happened?’ / ‘What’s going on?’ / and finally ‘u ok?! Call me.’ As she hastily puts her panties back on, Bianca asks him what he’s doing there. Does he live here or something? Seth explains that this is his dad’s house, he’s in college now but he comes back to crash for a weekend once in a while. But he shouldn’t have to explain himself to some sixteen-year-old brat who he just caught fingerbanging herself in his parents’ living room, he says angrily, tossing Bianca her shorts. Bianca huffs up and says she’s 19 years old. Seth says that if that’s true then she’s old enough that she should know better. He tells her to get the fuck out of here. Bianca asks him to wait, and begs him not to tell his parents about this. Seth laughs in disbelief and asks why shouldn’t he? Bianca says that word travels fast in the neighborhood. Her reputation would be ruined, not just as a babysitter but at school too. Her parents could even find out. Her life would be over!

Seth says that she should have thought of that before her little phone sex hotline action. Bianca protests – it wasn’t a phone sex hotline, it was her boyfriend and they love each other. Seth can’t help but laugh. Bianca asks what’s so funny, and Seth says he can’t tell whether it’s cute or disturbing how naive she sounds right now. She’s not even 20 and she’s talking like she found her soulmate for life. Newsflash, it’s only a matter of time before the two of them break up. Bianca is insistent, they DO love each other and Seth doesn’t even know her, he has no idea what he’s talking about. Seth perks up and says he can prove it. He’ll make her a deal – he’ll promise not to tell his parents what he caught her doing if she has sex with him.

Bianca is shocked and insulted, how could he ask her to have sex with him?! He’s being disgusting! Seth shrugs and says that it’s ok, they can just see what her parents and her friends think of her little indiscretion. Bianca thinks for a moment, and realizing what’s at stake, takes in a deep sigh and says ‘fine, but make it quick’ before swearing under her breath and kneeling in front of him. He pulls out his massive dick from his boxers and tells Bianca to look him in the eyes as she starts to suck it. She sucks on his cock, desperate to make sure that he won’t tell anyone. He leans in to kiss and Bianca refuses, saying that she may be doing this but she still loves her boyfriend and won’t kiss Seth. Seth reminds Bianca about the bargain and that he could just as easily stop right here and tell everyone the truth. Bianca stares daggers at Seth but eventually relents and lets him kiss her. As Bianca gags on his hard dick, she gets a text and pulls away from Seth to answer it. Seeing that it’s her boyfriend, she swears loudly. Seth doesn’t give a fuck, and pulls her head back towards his dick, telling her that she needs to suck better than that or he’ll answer it. But her boyfriend just keeps calling, and eventually Bianca has to answer it or he’ll get suspicious. Committing the ultimate betrayal, Bianca lets another man spread his seed inside her as she dirty-talks her unsuspecting boyfriend over the phone.