Tag: Reluctance

Dee Williams, Maya Kendrick Swapping Daughters The Other Family

SWAPPING DAUGHTERS: THE OTHER FAMILY
PARENTS SWAP DAUGHTERS TO USE NEW DAUGHTER FOR SEX

Scene opens on a young girl, Becky (Maya Kendrick), who sits in the back of a car. She looks excited and anxious to get out of the car. The car pulls up to a flawless suburban home with a perfectly manicured lawn. Outside, three people stand. These are the members of the Darling family: husband Doug (Mr. Pete), wife Doris (Dee Williams) and son Davey (Seth Gamble). Becky smiles when she sees them. The three stand in a perfectly straight line and have the same exaggeratingly welcoming smile on their faces. They wave in unison and are all dressed in similarly preppy fashion with matching colored clothing. As the car pulls into the driveway, Becky notices the odd way they’re waving and her smile falters for a second as she regards them skeptically. But she seems to push her worries aside immediately and regains her smile. The car pulls to a stop. Becky thanks the driver and hops out excitedly. She must be Becky!, Doug says enthusiastically. Yes, Becky confirms. Doug introduces himself and presents his wife and son. Doug asks Davey to get Becky’s bags from the car. Davey goes to get the bags.

Welcome to Canada, they are so happy to have her here!, Doris says brightly. Becky says that she’s happy to be here for her cultural exchange, and it’s not nearly as cold as her parents said it would be. Yes, people tend to exaggerate about the climate here, says Doug. ‘We don’t all live in igloos you know!’ Doug adds with a laugh. Why doesn’t he take Becky’s bags upstairs and show her her new room?, Doug suggests to Davey. She arrived just in time for dinner, Doris says. Dinner is every night at six o’clock SHARP, Doug says firmly. ‘And no matter what we are doing, we ALWAYS come home for family dinner at six. NO. EXCEPTIONS.’ Doris says, with an oddly insistent edge. She’ll see that there are many…family rules, but these rules just make them closer as a family, Doris says. ‘Isn’t that right sweetie?’ she asks Davey. Yes Mother!, Davey answers energetically. Becky catches that and laughs nervously. Well, they’d better get Becky’s bags upstairs, dinner will be on the table soon!, Doris says. They’ll take care of paying for the cab while Davey takes care of Becky, Doug adds.

As Davey walks Becky up the driveway into the house, they chat. Um… is everything as…strict as they just made it sound?, she asks with a nervous chuckle. Yeah, Mom and Dad just like things done a certain…way, Davey says. She’ll get used to it, he adds. He thought it was a little weird at first too, he says. He was 15 when his dad married Doris, but it’s been four years now and he’s totally used to all their little rules, he adds. ‘And trust me, once you get used to them, you’ll LOVE it here. I know I do,’ he says with a chuckle, as his eyes look Becky’s body up and down. Becky laughs nervously.

Cut to the dinner table, where the four sit with their meals in front of them. The three Darlings, virtually in unison, fold their napkins and place them onto their laps. Becky looks on, a quizzical expression on her face, but a moment later, follows along, placing her own napkin on her lap. So Davey showed her her new room?, Doug asks. Yes, it’s great!, Becky says happily. Before they can continue their conversation, Doris lightly taps her glass with her fork, getting everyone’s attention. It’s time to say grace!, Doris announces with a smile. The three Darlings join hands, but Becky hesitates. Is there a problem dear?, Doris asks. Um, no, she just…isn’t used to saying grace, Becky says, smiling awkwardly. Well, in this family, they give thanks before every meal, because in life, there is so MUCH to be thankful for, Doug says earnestly. And since Becky’s a part of this family now, it’s important that she takes part in this, Doug adds, again offering his hand for Becky to take.

Becky smiles nervously and takes Doug’s hand and with her other, grasps Davey’s outstretched hand. Doug begins by saying that they are thankful for the meal that they are about to receive, they are thankful for their health, and…they are very thankful for Becky, the newest member of their family. When he says ‘newest member of their family’, all three Darlings turn their heads to look at Becky with unblinking grins. Just as when he married Doris and she became Davey’s mother, they have formed a new family, Doug continues. ‘We are thankful to be blessed with this young woman, who will be taking part in all of our…family traditions,’ Doug adds. As Doug is saying this, Davey’s fingers begin to rub Becky’s palm. Feeling this, her eyes open with mild surprise. She looks at Davey, who stares at her. He slowly licks his lips.

She subtly tries to take her hand out from his but Davey grips her hand harder, preventing her from pulling away. Becky looks towards Doug, who stares back at her with a blank smile. To Becky’s growing alarm, Doug licks his lips. Becky looks toward Doris, who is also staring at her and licking her lips hungrily. She looks around in disbelief at the three of them as they stare back at her.

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They begin to eat. Soon, there is a buzzing sound under the table, coming from where Becky is sitting. She takes her cell phone from her pocket, apologizing. ‘Davey, didn’t you tell Becky about our cell phone rule?’ asks Doris, staring angrily at Davey. No Mother, he didn’t, he says, hanging his head in shame. Doris turns to Becky, her fury replaced by a manufactured smile and an artificial sweetness. ‘Dear, we don’t allow cell phones or any other gadgets like that in this house. We don’t even own a television or a computer actually. Those kinds of things are nothing but…distractions. And we don’t want ANYTHING distracting us from each other, because family…comes first, isn’t that right gang?’ Doris says, smiling her sickly sweet grin. The Darlings all smile back at her and say that’s right.

Oh um ok, well, she’ll put her phone away then, Becky says. Oh no dear, she’ll have to give her phone to Doug for safekeeping, Doris says with a smile. Becky hesitates. They really want her to give her phone to them?, she asks incredulously. Oh yes, Doris says with a smile. It’s for the best, adds Davey with the same smile. But what about emergencies?, Becky asks softly, clearly becoming weirded out. ‘Well, aren’t you going to be spending all your time with us?’ Doris asks. Yes, she sure is, and they’ll make sure that NOTHING bad happens to her, Doug adds, putting out his hand for her phone. Becky hesitates for a moment longer and finally, slowly puts her phone into Doug’s hand.

Cut to a few days later. The family is in the living room, enjoying a game of charades. The family plays a few rounds. When it is Becky’s turn to act out, she acts out the phrase ‘rowboat’ successfully. The family congratulates her. Despite the weirdness of the first night’s dinner, this wholesome family game seems to be helping Becky relax. Next, it is Davey’s turn to act out the clue. He looks at the slip of paper and seeing what it is, smiles mischievously. He gets up in front of the couch, and the family watches him. He begins to squeeze imaginary breasts, staring at Becky as he does so. Becky shifts uncomfortably, looking away. Davey’s parents don’t see anything sexual about it at all and eventually, Doris guesses ‘arthritis’ enthusiastically, seemingly interpreting his squeezing motion as him stretching his arthritic hands. That turns out to be the correct answer and the Darlings cheer.

Can he PLEASE go again?, Davey asks with a smirk. That was too easy and he wants a real challenge with a harder clue, he adds. Well, they ARE just playing for fun and aren’t even keeping score, so she doesn’t see why not, Doris says. Super!, Davey says, choosing another slip of paper. He thinks for a second and begins to mime what can only be licking a pussy, flicking his tongue obscenely in the air as he spreads an imaginary pussy with two fingers of each hand. Again, he stares at Becky as he does it. She is getting increasingly uncomfortable and looks to Doug and Doris for assistance. But they are really into the game, still seemingly not noticing the sexual nature of Davey’s actions, and don’t even look at Becky. Oh wait, he knows this one, he does this ALL the time, Doug says before guessing ‘licking an envelope.’ The Darlings again celebrate the correct answer while Becky looks on, outwardly disturbed now. After a moment, Davey again pleads with his parents to let him go one more time. Doug is unsure, he tells Davey he should let other people have a turn, but Davey almost begs him and he finally relents. But this is the LAST time, Doug adds firmly. For sure Dad!, Davey says and grabs another slip of paper.

He grins and thinks for a moment. He begins to thrust his hips as if he’s fucking. He then mimes a slap, as if he’s slapping the ass of the person that he’s fucking. Again, he stares at Becky, grinning a lustful grin. Becky looks again at Doug and Doris for help, but they don’t pay attention to her. They are just happily guessing, playing the game. This is too much for Becky now. ‘Um HELLO?!, don’t you see what he’s doing?!’ she asks Doug and Doris incredulously. Davey stops his actions. What does she mean?, Doug asks Becky. ‘He’s…he’s acting out…you know…sexual things…and…and staring at me,’ Becky says. Dear, he’s CLEARLY riding a horse, Doug says patiently. Isn’t that right Davey?, Doug asks his son. That’s EXACTLY right!, Davey says indignantly.

Oh come on, they can’t SERIOUSLY believe that!?, Becky says to Doug and Doris. Well, if that IS what happened, it’s certainly no cause for fighting, Doris says. ‘He just got a little carried away is all, and you can hardly blame him. He’s a competitive boy, that one!’ Doris adds with a little laugh. Oh what does it matter anyway, Mom?!, Davey asks. She’s going to find out soon enough what’s REALLY going on,’ Davey adds, a mean-spirited smile on his face. ‘David Darling, don’t you say ANOTHER WORD. Go to your room, young man,’ Doug says instantly. Davey huffs off.

Becky is puzzled and feeling very uncomfortable. Um, what was Davey talking about when he said ‘what’s really going on’?, Becky asks cautiously. Oh nothing Becky, she knows how boys his age like to joke around, Doug plays it off. Is he sure about that?, it didn’t really seem like a joke, Becky probes skeptically. Doug and Doris exchange a conspiratorial glance between them. Becky sees this glance. ‘Please, just tell me, you’re freaking me out,’ she says. Well, they were going to wait until she was fully settled in to tell her, but now Davey’s gone and spoiled that, so they may as well explain, Doris says. Is she sure Becky can handle it?, Doug asks Doris. ‘Well, I guess we’re just going to have to have a little faith in her’, Doris says, running a hand through Becky’s hair. Becky recoils slightly. This is starting to scare her, can they just tell her what’s going on?!, Becky pleads.

Okay honey, she’ll do her best to explain it, Doris begins. Well, her husband, like many men, like many…fathers, has certain…urges, certain…proclivities, Doris continues. And as part of dealing with these urges, Doris and Doug are members of an online group, a…support group of sorts, where other fathers with the same tastes can…help each other, Doris continues. What kind of…urges is she talking about?, Becky asks fearfully. Let’s call them…appetites, Doug offers. His…appetites are—well, most people would frown upon these kinds of appetites, since they involve…his daughter, Doug continues.

Hearing this, Becky’s eyes go wide. ‘Your daughter…wh-what did you do to your daughter??, Becky asks fearfully. Oh don’t worry, she’s absolutely fine and completely safe, Doris explains soothingly. Becky, these urges that they’re talking about are perfectly natural, Doris says, smiling sweetly. But Doug would NEVER act on these urges with their own daughter, Doris continues. ‘Which is why we made an…arrangement with your parents,’ Doug continues.

What the fuck is he talking about?, Becky asks with horror. They made an arrangement that when each of their daughters turned 18, they would…perform an exchange, so that each family could…satisfy their unique appetites, Doug says. ‘S-stop, I don’t want to hear any more of this! You guys are a bunch of sick fucks and I’m getting the hell out of here, I’m going home to my parents,’ Becky says angrily. ‘Give me my phone NOW!’ she practically yells at them.

He’s afraid that’s not possible, Doug says. Her phone is in a safe place, but he can’t give it to her, he adds. ‘Those are the rules of the house, young lady, and as long as you’re part of this family, you WILL obey those rules,’ Doug says firmly. ‘I’m NOT part of your fucking family, asshole!’ Becky fires back. ‘Becky, that’s no way to talk to your father!’ Doris scolds Becky. ‘My FATHER?!’ Becky asks in disbelief. ‘You guys are NUTS, I am fucking LEAVING,’ Becky adds, moving to exit the house.

Where does she plan on going at this time of night?, Doug asks. Where she goes is none of his business, she’s going to call a cab and get out of here, Becky says indignantly. With what money?, asks Doug. What is THAT supposed to mean?!, Becky asks. ‘Well, sweetheart, your bank accounts and credit cards have all been canceled, of course,’ Doris says with sickening sweetness. What?, Becky asks with disbelief. ‘Those people who you used to call your ‘parents’? Well, they don’t want you anymore sweetie. Don’t you see?’ Doris says. ‘You’re OUR daughter now,’ Doug says, smiling. No!, Becky screams, running away in horror. We hear a door slam. Sounds like she went up to her room, Doug says to Doris. Yes, let’s let her rest, it’s been a tough night, Doris says. Yes it has, and they should get some shut-eye too.

Cut to later that night. From the hallway, we see Becky’s bedroom door opening quietly. Becky pokes her head out, looking up and down the hall. It is dimly lit and quiet. Everyone seems to be in bed. She sneaks out of her room, careful not to make any noise. She creeps into the living room, constantly looking over her shoulder to see if anyone has heard her. She is very nervous. She begins to quietly look through the drawers of a cabinet that is in the living room. She doesn’t find what she’s looking for and seems to be getting increasingly frantic as she goes through drawer after drawer.

‘Are you looking for this?’ Doug suddenly says, making Becky jump in surprise. He emerges from the shadows of the hallway, holding Becky’s cell phone in his hand. Becky’s jaw drops and she says nothing. Take it, Doug says, offering the cell phone to her. She narrows her eyes suspiciously. ‘No tricks, just take it and call your parents, then you can finally understand and maybe might calm down a little,’ he says.

She thinks for a moment before approaching Doug, quickly snatching the phone from his hand. He sits on the couch patiently. She frantically dials a number. No answer. She dials it again and again, but still nothing.

‘Do you understand now Becky?’ Doug asks from the couch. She’s stunned.

They didn’t answer, did they?, Doris says, emerging from the hallway. Becky is startled by her sudden arrival. No, Doris knows they didn’t, and that’s because her old life is over, Doris continues, sitting next to her husband on the couch. ‘Your new life is here Becky, and you need to accept that,’ Doug says. Please, come and sit down, Doug says, patting the couch next to him.

Becky seems almost broken by her parents’ rejection and sits down heavily without protest. As part of her new life as a family, as they’ve told her, there are certain rules, and one of those rules, is that they need to have…family time, Doris says as Doug begins to lightly play with Becky’s hair. And family time means being together…as a family….in EVERY way, Doug says, laying his hand on Becky’s lap.

At this, Becky snaps out of her daze. No, no, she won’t be part of their disgusting games, she says, though she doesn’t seem to muster up as much energy. She’s going to leave, and call the police, she says, as she begins to dial on her phone. And what exactly is she going to tell them?, Doris says. No one has done ANYTHING wrong, Doris continues. And she’s so far from home, with no money…and no home to go back to, Doug says.

At that moment, Davey walks in, rubbing his eyes groggily. What’s going on?, he asks. Oh, they’re sorry for the noise, they’re just having a family…meeting, Doris says. Ooh, he LOVES ‘family meetings’, Davey smiles naughtily, shooting a glance at Becky as he pokes his tongue crudely in the corner of his cheek in a classic ‘giving a blowjob’ gesture.

His parents seem to ignore it and Becky looks away in disgust. ‘We were just telling your new sister that she has nowhere to go, so she might as well start following the house rules,’ Doug tells Davey. Dad’s right, and believe him, the house rules aren’t so bad at all, Davey says. ‘When I became his mother, Davey had some…difficulties, but eventually he got into the swing of things, isn’t that right sweetie?’ Doris asks Davey. That’s right, Davey grins, licking his lips as he looks at Doris. ‘And when I finally had a taste of Mom’s goodies, I couldn’t BELIEVE what I had been missing,’ Davey adds, leering now.

Becky looks appalled. ‘You can act all doom and gloom if you’d like Becky, but I for one, think this is cause for celebration. After all, it’s not every day that we get to welcome a new member into our family! And what better way to celebrate than with some quality family time together!’ Doris says brightly. Ok?, Doris asks Becky pointedly. OK BECKY?, Doris asks, a hint of threat creeping into her voice. Okay, Becky says softly. ‘That’s wonderful! So why don’t come over here and give your mother a kiss?’ Doris asks Becky.

Like Mother, Like Daughter, Scene #01

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER
VINDICTIVE TEEN REVENGE FUCKS STEP-MOM’S NEW BOYFRIEND

A woman, Marlene (Reagan Foxx), is fussing about the living room nervously, straightening the couch cushions, re-facing the decorations on the fireplace mantle and the coffee table, etc. when her boyfriend, Tom (Brad Newman), comes up behind her and puts his hands comfortingly on her shoulders. Just relax, he tells her, come on, sit down, she just needs to breathe and not stress out so much. He leads her to the bay window and sits down, taking her hands in his and gently pulling her down to sit too. She tells him she can’t help but be worried – this is her one chance to reconnect with Alyssa (Alina Lopez), and she doesn’t want to screw it up. Tom tells her not to worry, he’s sure her step-daughter is ready to make amends. Why else would she have accepted Marlene’s invitation after all this time, if she still held a grudge? Marlene supposes that Tom’s right, and puts her hand on his cheek. Either way, she’s glad he was willing to stick by her side this whole weekend, otherwise she’d be an emotional wreck. He didn’t have to do that. Tom kisses her hands and tells her of course, he’ll always support her no matter what. She knows that.

Their tender moment is interrupted by a car pulling into view in the driveway just outside the bay window. That must be her, Marlene says a bit scared. Tom puts his hand again on her shoulder and gives it a quick rub. She can do this, he reassures her. She nods and looks back out the window where a young woman has stepped out of the back of the car, a travel bag in tow. She lifts her sunglasses and takes a sweeping look around the large mansion-like house with a cold, inscrutable look on her face, before putting her glasses back on her face and closing the car door behind her. The car pulls off as Marlene straightens up and moves out of the living room towards the door to greet the girl, wringing her hands nervously as she walks. Tom follows.

‘Alyssa, dear,’ Marlene says solemnly as she opens the door and holds out her arms to welcome the teen. ‘I’m so grateful you finally decided to come, it’s been so long. TOO long.’ She continues to hold her arms out but it’s clear Alyssa has no intention of reciprocating the gesture, she stops short several inches from Marlene’s reach. ‘Hello, mother,’ she says coldly, not betraying any signs of emotion behind her sunglasses. She turns her head to Tom who is standing a couple of paces back from Marlene, looking a bit awkward and trying not to intrude. ‘You must be the boyfriend,’ she says to him. He smiles and introduces himself, holding out his hand to shake hers. Bemused, she gives the smallest of smiles as she hands off her bag into her mother’s hands without even looking at her, and then takes off her sunglasses. She shakes his hand, and he tells her Marlene has told him so much about her, he’s been really looking forward to meeting her.

Pulling back his hand after a firm shake, Tom looks a bit surprised now that her sunglasses are off. Wow, he remarks, the two of them really do look so much alike – if Marlene hadn’t told him, he would have sworn that they were real, flesh-and-blood mother and daughter. Alyssa says that that’s the ONLY thing the two of them have in common. Tom says come now, he’s sure that’s not true, he bets that Alyssa is a perfectly wonderful and charming young woman. ‘Exactly,’ Alyssa says pointedly as she walks forward past Marlene to Tom, taking the sunglasses still in her hand and slipping them into his shirt’s breast pocket. She walks past him into the house. ‘Coming, mother?’ Alyssa calls back from inside the house. Marlene looks over worriedly at Tom, and he tries to reassure her again while rubbing his palm across her back, although he’s not quite as brimming with confidence as he was earlier. She’s just 18, Tom reminds her, all teenagers are moody and sarcastic. She still came, didn’t she? Marlene supposes he’s right, and Tom winks saying he knows he is. He heads into the house. Marlene lets in and out a long sigh to calm herself, and then heads inside.

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An hour or so later that day, Marlene brings some freshly baked cookies to the table where Alyssa is on her laptop. As Marlene nears, she tells Alyssa that she’s baked her favorite. Alyssa looks down at the tray with disdain and disinterest and then back to Marlene. Cushy place she’s got here, Alyssa says gesturing at the big house. Guess her decision to cut and run on the family after Alyssa’s dad died paid off.

‘Alyssa,’ Marlene sits down gently and begins to pour her heart out – she must understand, she never meant to hurt Alyssa or her siblings. Her husband had just passed away, she was grieving, in shock. She didn’t know how to cope. She figured the family would go stay with their real mother – his ex-wife – and her new husband… so Marlene didn’t feel like she was abandoning them. If anything, she thought they would be better off. She was never planning on leaving them forever, she just needed some time to heal. But that’s not an excuse. She realizes now that that was the wrong thing to do, that it must have doubled the sense of loss the family had felt. She’s truly sorry, and she’s been trying to make amends ever since. All of Alyssa’s other siblings have since forgiven her, why can’t she?

Alyssa sits up slowly, and for a moment she looks sincere with a sympathetic expression on her face. She starts to slowly reach out across the table to Marlene, and seeing this, Marlene starts to reach out too to meet her in the middle. But at the last second, Alyssa fakes her out, and picks up a cookie from the table between them. She picks it up and bites into it. ‘Thanks for the snack, mom,’ she says snidely as she gets up and walks away from Marlene, who sits there looking devastated.

Later that day, Tom goes to check on Marlene who has retreated to the kitchen and is desperately trying to distract herself with chores. He starts to tell her that Alyssa FINALLY decided what she wanted to order for take-out, but then stops when he sees that his girlfriend looks sad and distant. Tom comes up to her and asks if everything’s alright, and Marlene turns to him and lets him wrap her into a supportive hug. Things don’t seem to be going well at all, Marlene confesses as she pulls out from the hug, she’s been trying all day to connect with Alyssa but she just keeps ignoring her, or worse. No matter how much Tom has pointed out that Alyssa still agreed to come, she still seems to be holding a grudge. She doesn’t know what else to do anymore. Tom tries to reassure Marlene that maybe it’s not her fault, maybe it was just too soon. Alyssa’s still a teenager, after all, whereas her siblings are now in their twenties. Maybe it’ll just take some time. But he insists that Marlene at least is trying, and maybe Alyssa will remember that someday and come around. Marlene gushes and remarks that Tom always seems to know just the right thing to say. Then this gives her an idea – maybe HE can talk to Alyssa. Tom confesses he doesn’t know if that’s such a good idea. But Marlene points out that Alyssa at least seems to be engaging with Tom, she’s been following him around all day and the two of them seem to have a good rapport, she clearly likes him better than Marlene at any rate. Could it hurt for him to try to talk to her? Tom is about to say he is not sure about this, but he sees how desperate Marlene is for this to work out, so he hesitantly says he’ll at least give it a try.

Tom arrives at Alyssa’s open door, where Alyssa is lying on her bed listening to music through headphones while browsing on her cell phone. He sits on the edge of the bed and nudges her foot to get her attention. She removes the ear buds and looks up at him expectantly, and Tom says he wants to talk to her. Alyssa has a knowing look on her face, and she gets up to kneel on her bed, her bent legs spread wide open towards Tom. ‘Fire away,’ she says suggestively.

Tom clears his throat uncomfortably. Look, he starts, clearly she has no interest in accepting her mom’s apologies, and if he had known that she would behave like this then he never would have reached out to her to encourage her to come. But now that she IS here, can’t she at least be…? Alyssa puts a finger up Tom’s lips and shushes him. She says she never came here for her mom’s sake in the first place, she came here for Tom’s. Tom is confused – for his sake? Alyssa starts leaning towards him even further, holding herself up on the bed on her fours like a cat on the prowl. She says that she’s seen the pictures of him and her mom, and he seems like a nice guy. A big, STRONG, nice guy she says as she spiders her fingers up his biceps, making him flinch. And she likes making nice guys happy, she concludes. In fact, she’s very GOOD at making guys happy.

Tom swats her hand away – what the hell is she doing? Alyssa pouts and says she just wanted to make him happy – that’s why she came, after all. Wasn’t that why he reached out to her, why he BEGGED her to come? Tom insists that she knows that’s not why. Alyssa says yeah, sure, he wanted them to resolve their differences so Marlene could be happy and blah blah blah. But at the end of the day, that’s not what he reaaally wants, she teases him, he just wants what any guy wants. She unbuttons the top buttons of her blouse and lowers it down past her shoulders. Tom orders her to stop and put her shirt back on. Alyssa tells him she doesn’t want to stop, she’s having fun, and points at his crotch saying it looks like he’s having fun too, a LOT of fun from the looks of it. No wonder her mom likes him.

He leaps off the bed. This was a huge mistake, he says, and moves to leave. Go ahead, leave, Alyssa taunts him. She’ll just keep acting worse and worse all weekend until Marlene is so miserable she’s finally had enough and kicks her out, and then Tom can pick up the pieces. But if Tom wants her to behave, she says in a flirty tone as she moves her hand towards her crotch, he’s going to have to MAKE her behave. She starts rubbing her hands on her body over her clothing, and lets out a fake moan. Stop it! Tom hisses at her quietly, her mom’s going to hear her. In response, she just moans louder. Shut up! Tom hisses and moves to cover her mouth with his hands. Alyssa pulls away and giggles sadistically. Make me, she says. She starts moaning again, even louder, and Tom looks back in fear to the hall outside. Distracted, desperate, panicked and (although he hates to admit it) a little turned on, Tom turns back to Alyssa and says he’ll make her, alright. He then does the only thing he can think of to get her to stop, he kisses her fiercely, grabbing her head with both hands. Alyssa encourages him, urging him onward.

Tom hate-fucks Alyssa, though Alyssa enjoying making him squirm. At times Tom panics about Alyssa getting too loud and tries to get her to be quiet. Eventually Tom gets so into it he stops paying attention to how loud they’re being…

The door slams open and a gasp is heard behind them. Tom looks over in horror as Marlene stands in the doorway in shock. ‘Tom?!’ she says horrified, ‘How COULD you…?!’

From under Tom, Alyssa pokes out and gloats that it seems like Tom’s chosen her daughter over her. Tom tells her to shut up, and tries to plead with Marlene that it’s not like that, but Alyssa keeps goading them, saying that it was probably a huge turn-on to find out there was a hotter, younger version of his girlfriend. No, Tom insists, he loves Marlene! Alyssa tells Marlene, who’s still speechless, that Tom in fact was the one who contacted her and convinced her to come this weekend. Marlene looks in shock over to Tom – is this true? Tom is flustered and tries to explain, yes, it’s true, but it’s not how it sounds…

Tom is stumbling over his words and Alyssa cuts back in. Now her mom knows what it feels like to be betrayed and abandoned, hm? But this weekend is all about making amends, and Alyssa would be willing to share if Marlene is desperate enough for love to get fucked by somebody who just cheated on her with her own daughter. Better than ending up alone, isn’t it?

Tom begs for the chance to explain but Marlene just sits on the bed in shock. Keep fucking her, she tells Tom in a resigned voice. Tom looks at her perplexed and whispers ‘What?!’ and Marlene looks at him with sad eyes. Just keep fucking her, she says, he clearly wants to. He tries to protest but Alyssa takes the lead and starts grinding against his dick again, causing him to moan uncontrollably. Didn’t you hear her? Alyssa says to Tom, Marlene wants them to keep going!

Detour, Scene #01

DETOUR
18-YEAR-OLD BEST FRIENDS PICKED UP AND TRICKED BY RIDESHARE DRIVER

SCENE OPENS as two 18-year-old girls, Molly and Sandra, walk out of the mall where they both work and head over to the curbside rideshare area. From inside the car, the camera watches them lean in, confirm the ride, and get into the back seat. They are being driven by a clean-cut, handsome man named Stefan, who politely greets them, confirms the pickup on his phone, and drives out of the lot.

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Throughout their drive, the girls small talk about the stresses of life at home. Having both recently turned eighteen, they are very ready to graduate and become independent. That’s why they are both working at the mall – to save up for a dream backpacking trip after school ends. Stefan listens silently, smiling to himself at their banter. At a certain point, Molly, the more outspoken of the two, asks him where he is from, given his accent. When he tells them he is from Europe, they both perk up and start asking for travel advice. That’s exactly where they want to go backpacking! Stefan, who seems very worldly and sophisticated, has lots of tips on where to go and what to see from his own life experience. Both girls listen intently and exchange glances. The driver is handsome for an older guy! As they sit listening and Molly, in her awkward teenage way, tries to flirt with Stefan … Sandra starts to notice they are not actually going towards their destination. This makes her nervous and she starts to go quiet as her best friend continues to giggle flirtatiously.

The handsome man drives them to a remote area where he stops the car. Before Sandra can say anything, he informs the girls that he’s made a pit-stop at his house and invites them inside. He has something he thinks they could really use for their trip. Molly’s eyes go wide, and she climbs over Sandra to get out of the car. Sandra is very reserved but follows her friend.

Stefan and Molly enter the house, with Sandra cautiously following. Inside his living room, Molly comments on all the unusual artwork and books in the man’s library. There is an old-fashioned suitcase propped up on the coffee table. It looks like an antique. Stefan walks over and opens it, showing the girls what’s inside. The camera does not see the contents but, instead, focuses on Molly and Sandra’s reactions. Their eyes go wide. Stefan smiles, his lips curling. He offers to give them everything inside the suitcase for free if they will simply agree to do one little thing in exchange. Sandra shrinks back and asks him what he wants. He holds his smile, staring coldly through her. ‘I want to take some photos of you,’ he responds. Sandra shoots Molly a look. Molly smiles nervously, asking what kind of photos he wants. Stepping towards them, past the open suitcase they are still staring at, he explains that he wants to take some photos of them kissing. He picks up a camera resting on his piano. ‘There is nothing to worry about,’ he continues. ‘I am not a creep. I just have a real appreciation for young women!’

Sandra is immediately reluctant, but Molly is transfixed by the suitcase. ‘You will give us everything in that suitcase if we kiss for you?’ She asks the man. He agrees. She turns to Sandra and starts trying to talk her friend into doing it. It’s just a little kissing … they’ve done it at parties before. Besides, he’s clearly harmless. If he was a pervert, he would have done something by now. That suitcase is exactly what they need to get away from their parents and start living! Ultimately, Sandra agrees to do it for her friend.

The girls kiss for a bit while Stefan takes pictures, with Molly trying to put on a good show and Sandra remaining very awkward. Stefan seems to get off on this and zeros in on her during the photo taking. At one point, he asks Sandra if he can kiss her himself. She is super weirded out and refuses. Molly, becoming increasingly frustrated with her friend, pulls her aside again and begs her to just do it. Finally, Sandra agrees and lets the man kiss her. As he does this, he starts to hold her hands and wrap them around him. She pulls away. Stefan stops abruptly, putting his hands up. He walks back to the suitcase, closes it, tells the girls they’re wasting his time, and invites them to leave.

Desperate and angry at her friend for being such a loser, Molly asks Stefan if there is anything she can do to him instead? After a long, dramatic pause, the man suggests he lick Molly’s pussy, so he can get the sweet taste he craves. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Molly agrees and goes over to the couch, pulling down the bottoms of her work uniform. The man eagerly begins to sniff and lick her, while Sandra paces around the room anxiously and tries to interject. Molly tells her to shut up and wait. Not knowing what to do, Sandra goes to a corner and tries to call her mom. Through a one-sided conversation, played out against a background of licking and sucking, the girl tries to ask her mom for a ride but ultimately chickens out. She doesn’t want to rat her best friend out and the mom brushes her off. Sandra hangs up the phone, resigned, and goes back to the couch area to sit down and wait.

His face full of pussy, Stefan asks to put himself inside of Molly. Swallowing hard, the girl agrees. ‘Just please be careful,’ she asks, ‘I’ve only had sex twice and I’m not on birth control.’ Sandra is outraged that her friend is taking it this far and leaps up from her seat. She begs her to stop and, while getting fucked hard, Sandra tells the reluctant girl to help her out and join in. He likes her better anyway, it’ll make it faster. Stefan smiles and agrees with Molly. ‘I’ll be very quick,’ he says politely. ‘You might even enjoy it!’ Finally, not wanting to watch any longer, Sandra agrees and joins in to finish the deal. BGG Sex. Throughout the rest of the sex, Molly is eager to please Stefan and Sandra, resigned and spiteful of her friend’s actions, tries to fuck the man as hard as she can to get him to cum. He ends up pulling out and cumming on them both.

As they dress in silence, the man locks the suitcase and hands it over. Sandra clutches it in her hands as he gives Molly the key. ‘There, you both worked for it … so, you each get half!’ He says condescendingly. They can barely look at each other. The man offers to finish the rideshare and, silently, the girls follow him out the door.

Peeping Tom, Scene #01

PEEPING TOM
TEEN GIRL LURED INTO SEXUAL ACTS WITH PERVERTED NEIGHBOR

SCENE opens on a long, static shot of a small house, tucked amongst several other units. There is a small flutter of movement in the window, as a car pulls into the complex. A father and his 18-year-old daughter are moving into to one of the other units. As they pull into the driveway, the camera lingers on the window. Someone is watching them. The family parks their car, unpacks some boxes from the trunk, and enter their new home — intercut with shots of the window. From the POV of the person inside, you see the teen girl run back to the car, grab a final bag, and take a long look around the complex. She doesn’t realize she is being watched but there is something about the neighboring unit that causes her to pause. She stares at the window before heading back inside.

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Several weeks have passed and the family has settled into their new home. Inside the neighbor’s cluttered unit, the camera pans across various notes, opened mail, and polaroid photos that he has taken while watching them … particularly the 18-year-old girl. The neighbor sits at an arm chair masturbating over the photos when he hears movement outside. He bolts to the window and watches the father leaving the house. From his POV, he sees the father hug his daughter and then drive off. She watches him exit before pulling out her cell phone, making a quick call, and heading back inside. Not able to make out what she said, he jots down the time and event. An hour later, he is woken up from a nap by the sound of another car pulling in. Wiping the drool from his mouth, he bolts back to the window. A boy gets out of his car and runs to the teen. Coyly, she grabs him by the hand and pulls him into her house. Licking his lips, the neighbor jots down the activity in his note book and decides that he needs to get a closer look.

He creeps around to the back of the unit and watches the teen couple through a screen door. The 18-year-old sits the boy down and starts to do a strip tease for him. The neighbor scrambles for his cellphone and starts to record the whole thing. We watch her strip naked before getting down on her knees and starting to crawl towards her boyfriend, intercut with shots of the neighbor nervously recording.

Several days pass. The neighbor keeps re-watching the clip on his phone and decides that fantasizing over the teen girl isn’t enough, he needs to somehow convince her to be with him. So, he comes up with a plan. Posing as the boyfriend, he writes a fake love note and leaves it on her doorstep, before knocking and running back inside his unit. She opens the door and discovers the note, instructing her to come and meet the boyfriend at the neighbor’s house. When the neighbor opens the door, he invites her in, reassuring her that he is in on the romantic scheme and that her boyfriend will be there any minute. She steps inside his house and he shuts the door, locking it.

They sit down in his messy living room in awkward silence. As she tries to make small talk, the neighbor studies her and can barely control himself. From his POV, we see him look her up and down. She becomes restless and starts getting up to leave when the neighbor panics and decides to reveal the video he has recorded. She watches it in silence, her mouth falling open. ‘What are you doing with this?’ she demands. ‘My father can’t know about AJ. I just turned 18 and I’m about to move out on my own next fall. If my dad finds out, he’ll never allow it!’ Gathering his courage, the neighbor tells her that has no choice but to be a good neighbor and tell the father what’s really going on behind his back. The daughter is stunned and, in a moment of weakness, admits to the fact that’s she got secrets she’s trying to keep from him. She begs the neighbor for his silence — offering to do whatever he wants to destroy the evidence. Feeling further empowered, the erratic neighbor asks her to do everything that she did with her boyfriend in the video to him. Not wanting to get caught, she reluctantly agrees, and this descends into the BG sex scene. Throughout the sex, the creepy factor is heightened by the fact that he has clearly memorized the video and keeps referring to it, making her repeat her strip tease and saying things like ‘do that thing with your tongue like you did to him’ etc…

After they have finished, the teen girl makes the neighbor delete the video file as promised. She exits the house angrily, looking over her shoulder. The neighbor closes the door and, leaning up against it with his eyes closed, breathes a sigh of relief and satisfaction. Then he walks over to a laptop set up in the corner of the room that has been secretly recording everything. He leans into the camera and, smiling, turns it off.

Don’t Talk to Strangers, Scene #01

DON’T TALK TO STRANGERS
School Girl Taken and Fucked by Deranged Married Couple

The scene opens on Amy, a bright and happy 18-year-old high school student, as she heads home from school one afternoon. The camera lingers on her while she walks – wearing her school uniform, listening to ear-buds, and carrying a book bag innocently over her shoulder. When she passes a homeless man, she pauses and reaches into her bag, handing him her lunch leftovers. The man thanks her and she tellshim to keep his chin up before putting her buds back in and walking on. You can tell the girl is a very good Samaritan.

As Amy continues, she spots a car pulled up along the side of the road. A woman is leaning up against it. When she sees the girl approach, she pulls out her phone and starts to mutter to herself … frustrated. Amy stops and regards the woman, who is immaculately dressed and very beautiful. ‘Are you ok?’ she asks. The woman stops and, sighing, tells the girl that she’s lost and can’t get her GPS to work. She and her husband are late for an engagement and desperately need directions. Amy peers into the car and spots the woman’s husband in the front seat. He is dressed in a suit and politely waves at her. She looks back at the woman and asks where they are going, maybe she can help point them in the right direction. The woman tells her that they are attending a function at the convention center — but she lost the invite with the address and their signal dropped. Because they are out of towners, they simply don’t know where to go. Amy begins to give them directions but as she explains where to go, the woman sighs again and mutters that her mind is like a sieve. She’s not possibly going to remember. Amy stops and tries to think of another way to explain, as the woman subtly glances back at her husband. ‘What if you were to get in the car and take us there?’ The woman asks. ‘My husband and I would be happy to pay you for your troubles and it would really help us out.’ Amy, knowing that she isn’t supposed to do this, glances in at the husband again. He looks perfectly normal. ‘I would probably need to ask my parents.’ She slowly says. She looks back up at the woman, who calmly asks how old she is. When Amy replies that she is eighteen, the woman smiles and laughs. ‘If you’re eighteen then why would you need to ask your parents? You’re a grown up!’ Amy laughs along meekly. The woman asks her name and Amy tells her. ‘Well Amy,’ the woman reiterates. ‘It would really help us out if you would just get in the car.’ Amy takes a long pause before agreeing. The woman opens the back seat and Amy climbs in. Then, surveying the area and kicking dirt over the footprints, the woman walks back to the passenger side and gets inside. The car screeches off.

Two Days Later.
The camera comes into focus as Amy slowly lifts her head from her lap. She is curled up in a ball in an empty room. Her bag is gone, her ear-buds are gone, and her school girl uniform is dusty and dirty. Her hair is tousled and her face is streaked with sweat. She has a terrible headache. A bucket sits close by, alongside a toothbrush in a glass of water, and some remnants of food. She wipes her eyes and starts to pick at the food when a door opens. It’s the couple. No longer in formal wear, they step towards her in casual clothes and latex gloves. ‘You’ve eaten all your food this time,’ says the husband. ‘What a good little pet.’ The teen looks up at him in cold silence. She asks when she can have her call with her parents, the one they promised. The woman smiles. ‘I told you already Amy, you can have your phone call when you make me cum.’ The couple laugh as Amy slumps back down.

Four Days Later.
Amy runs around the empty room, banging on the walls. She unbuttons the last of her blouse and tosses it in the corner. The room is very hot. Sitting down defeated, she calls out to the couple that she is ready for them now. She’ll do whatever they want. She just needs some air. She waits desperately for a reply but it never comes and she collapses into a heap on the floor.

Clinical Trial, Scene #01

CLINICAL TRIAL
DOCTOR PERFORMS HUMILIATING TESTS ON EBONY TEEN ATHLETE

SCENE opens on the interior of a medical exam room as the door opens – a doctor enters the room and closes the door behind him, then greets the young woman sitting waiting on the examination table as Dr. Greenwood. He thanks her for coming and for participating in the clinical trial – she just has to pass a quick screener and then they can begin. Holding up a clipboard and pen, he asks her some questions – her name (‘Jamie Lawson’), her age (‘I just turned 18 a couple of months ago’), is she pregnant (‘no’), does she have any history of health conditions – asthma, heart problems, osteoporosis, breast cancer (‘no, none’), and her level of daily physical activity (‘well I play lacrosse about twice a week, plus daily running and morning yoga’). He makes a quip that she must be quite flexible, to which she rolls her eyes and says sarcastically that she’s never heard that one before. Satisfied with the responses, the doctor tells her he’s going to be asking her to complete a series of exercises, while monitoring her to measure physical stimulation and stress. They have equipment set up in a room down the hall. On their way out the door of the exam room, Jamie jokes that she doesn’t stress easily, and Dr. Greenwood smirks in reply and says ‘Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll find a way to get you to break a sweat!’

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We cut back to the two already midway through setting up in another larger room, containing a hybrid of medical and exercise equipment. The doctor is mostly done applying medical electrodes to her temples and clavicles. The last thing he has to do before they begin is to take her blood pressure and resting heart rate, so he can compare these with after the trial. First he takes her blood pressure – as he moves to strap it around her arm his hand brushes against her breast, he chuckles a brief apology and continues as if nothing happened.

Jamie tries to make small talk with him as he pumps and holds the gauge in his other hand – ‘So, what is this trial for? Some sort of new performance drug or something?’ The doctor provides only the most evasive of replies – he can’t discuss the trial with the subjects beforehand or it could compromise the results. ‘You’re offering way more for this study than the last one of these I did,’ Jamie remarks. Oh, is that so? the doctor replies, still acting elusive. Does she sign up for clinical trials often? ‘Yeah, well not until recently but I really need the extra help right now,’ Jamie grumbles, ‘my dad hurt his knee and can’t work so I’m trying to support him whenever I can. It’s a drag, but I’m hoping it won’t be for much longer.’ The doctor smiles politely and says ‘Well, we have your contact information now so if more of these opportunities come along, we’ll be sure to contact you.’ He finishes taking her blood pressure, notes something on his clipboard, and then tells her he’ll take her heart rate now. ‘Do I have permission to touch your chest?’ Jamie looks taken aback – she supposes so, but don’t they usually check at the neck? ‘I prefer my own methods,’ the doctor insists, and reaches his hand towards her chest to feel her heart. Again, his hand brushes her breasts – this time he doesn’t apologize. Jamie looks a bit flustered and is about to speak up, but thinks better of it.

After a long awkward moment, the doctor releases his hand from her chest and notes something on the clipboard. He pats his legs, stands up, and says great – they’re ready to get started! He’d like her to start with some simple jumping jacks. He stands her up in the middle of the room, the wires leading from her body to a small handheld device he holds in one hand, his clipboard in the other. He asks her to begin. She does a few, but he stops her. ‘I’ll need you to remove your bra, actually.’ What? Why? she protests. It interferes with the test, he says vaguely, but he assures her it’s quite necessary to the results. He turns around so that she can take it off with some privacy – she lifts her shirt up to reveal the bra, and unclaspsit, exposing her breasts momentarily before pulling her tank-top back down to cover them. Beginning the exercise again, her breasts now bounce up and down tantalizingly beneath her shirt as she jumps – with the doctor and the camera both clearly narrowing in on this bouncing as their primary interest.After several jumps with no indication of stopping, Jamie gets a bit frazzled and asks the doctor how many of these she’s expected to do – this snaps him out of his reverie and he nonchalantly says ‘five more, and then we’ll move on to the next exercise’. Jamie exhales sharply, a bit frustrated, butacquiesces.

Next is an exercise bike – Dr. Greenwood asks her to mount it, and then begin cycling at a pace she’s comfortable with to start. He stands behind the bike – his focus clearly fixated on the crack of her ass peeking out of her yoga pants as she pedals – and he offers her some mild platitudes to keep herencouraged. After a minute, he heads to the front to increase the resistance of the pedals – ‘we need to see you break out a sweat, so let’s turn it up a bit, shall we?’, he says, and then instructs her to continue.

CUT to roughly fifteen minutes later – Jamie has been on the bike for a while now, as is obvious by the thick beads of sweat dripping down her face and chest, and soaking her workout clothes. She’s showing no signs of exhaustion yet, but it’s clear the workout is no walk in the park for her either. The doctor meanwhile is still just looking her over, with perverse appreciation. ‘That’s enough of that for now,’ he says finally, and Jamie lets out a sigh of relief and slows her pedaling down. She gets off the bike and takes a nearby towel to wipe off the seat. ‘That’s quite alright, you can leave it’ the doctor says. Jamie looks increasingly puzzled but shrugs and starts to pat her head with the towel. The doctor rips the towel out of her hand – ‘I didn’t say you could do that yet.’ Jamie starts to argue that she’s just wiping sweat off when the doctor cuts her off – ‘If you want to disagree with my methods, that’s fine, you can leave at any time and I’ll just move on to the next subject.’ Jamie realizes how bad she needs the compensation, and holds her tongue. ‘What’s next, then?’ she asks. He tells her to go grab the exercise mat a few feet away. As she turns around to fetch it, he runs his finger along the sweaty bike seat and then sniffs or licks his fingertip.

Once the mat’s in place in the floor center, the doctor proceeds to have Jamie remove her shoes and socks, and then do various flexibility tests – bend over and touch your toes, sit legs spread and reach forward, assume various yoga poses… he licks his lips as he watches each of these poses, which thanks to her sweat-drenched clothes and no bra are extremely revealing. Jamie can increasingly feel his eyes on her as she strikes each pose – finally, after the third or fourth yoga pose she snaps at him. ‘You’re not even writing anything down anymore, you’re just staring at me!’ The doctor seems unfazed by her sudden outburst. ‘We’ll move on to the next test, then…’ No, she exclaims. No more of these weird tests. What was it he even said these tests were for?

Dr. Greenwood reminds her that he’s monitoring her physical responses to stress and stimulus. He says that now that they’ve gotten the stress tests out of the way, it’s time for the stimulus tests. He goes to a small table nearby and procures a sleek black featureless vibrator. Calmly, he tells Jamie that she will have to pleasure herself while he monitors her physical reactions. Jamie snaps – there’s no way she’s doing that. This isn’t what she signed up for. The doctor sighs and shrugs – that’s fine, he understands. Of course, he can’t compensate her for incomplete participation – but if she stays, he’ll triple the amount that was offered in the ad. Jamie flat out refuses, it doesn’t matter what he offers her, she’s not doing that. Indifferent, the doctor says he supposes that she’ll just have to find some other way to support her dad. He muses that someone her age could probably make that amount in about two weeks of working full-time. A shame that she’ll throw away two whole weeks of her life instead of spending just one hourdoing something perfectly harmless… not just harmless, but enjoyable, even. Jamie is torn… but with some convincing, and some insistence that the doctor keeps his distance, only watches, and isn’t recording her, she agrees.

She hesitantly pulls her yoga pants to her ankles, sets herself down on the mat and takes the vibrator in hand, and reluctantly starts pleasuring herself. The doctor watches intently, at first taking a note or two but quickly abandoning the pretense, his hand moving to his crotch for some over-the-pants strokes. She tries to avoid meeting his eyes, but at times he insists she looks at him or gives her some other instruction to follow to humiliate her further. The conflict between her physical pleasure and her emotional discomfort is obvious. After some minutes of this, he crouches down to her level and says warmly ‘It’s time, Ms. Lawson.’ He begins to peel off the electrodes and wires hooked to her. She looks relieved – you mean the trial’s done? He shakes his head. ‘No, I mean it’s time for you to let me fuck you.’

Jamie protests weakly – he agreed he was just going to watch. He smiles coldly. ‘Come on Jamie, you knew where this was going. Did you honestly think I wasn’t going to ask for more? If you really weren’t up for the possibility, you would have left the second I asked you to touch yourself.’ Jamie insists that’s not true, she trusted him, but her words lack conviction. ‘You’re a little slut,’ he continues calmly. ‘You were fine with letting a complete stranger watch you strip and pleasure yourself. So stop lying to us both. We both know you’re going to let me fuck you, so just be a good little slut, say yes to it and spare us the drama.’ Jamie sputters, but she has no words. Eventually she bitterly says ‘Ok… just get it over with.’

Right to Refuse, Scene #01

RIGHT TO REFUSE
Teen Virgins Have Sex with Corrupt Cop After Getting Caught Trespassing

SCENE opens inside a car late one night. A group of teenagers are headed home from a party. Amy, a shy 18-year-old girl, sits in the backseat beside her best friend Heather. Heather is also 18-years-old but much more mature and flirty than Amy and is occupied by a boy beside her, while another one drives. They all laugh about the party when suddenly, a cop car pulls up behind them and starts flashing its lights. The boy driving tells everyone to be cool and tries to smooth talk the cop when he rolls down the window. But, after reviewing his license and registration, the cop asks the two women to step out of the car. Nervously, they do, and the cop asks them their ages, where they’ve been, and whether thereare any drugs in the car. Heather is quick to say ‘NO’ but Amy grabs her and whispers something in her ear. The cop sees this and turns to her, repeating his question. Nervously, Amy mutters that she thinks there might be something in her friend’s purse. The cop sneers and turns Heather around, handcuffing her. He informs Heather that he is placing her under arrest and that Amy must accompany them. They will both be getting a citation. The cop then tells the boys to hand him the purse and move along, they can retrieve their girlfriends from the precinct in three hours once they’ve been written up. The boys looked shocked but scared and do as they’re told, driving off and leaving the two girls alone with the officer. Amy clutches the purse tightly.

The officer leads the two girls into a house. They both look very confused. ‘Where is the police station?’ Amy asks, still clutching the purse. The officer removes Heather’s handcuffs and casually informs them that he just had to stop at home for something first. He hopes they don’t mind and he trusts they won’t go anywhere. He leaves the room. Amy rushes over to Heather, who is still rubbing her wrists after having the cuffs removed. ‘This feels really weird, Heather.’ Amy says. ‘Why would a cop take us to his house? In fact, why did he only arrest us in the first place?’ Heather, looking nervous, snaps at her friend to be cool. She reminds him that they got arrested because she ratted her out about the purse.

The cop comes back into the room with some glasses. He offers the girls a drink and invites them to sit down. He removes his gun holder and rests it on the table before asking to see the purse. Amy tries to protest, asking if he needs a warrant to do this. Heather snaps at her again, smiling at the officer and apologizing for her friend. She grabs the purse and opens it on the table, explaining that she may have some pills that she got from her mother but that’s it. The officer spots the pills and asks what kind they are. Heather meekly admits to having amphetamines, pills she took from her mother’s medicine cabinet. The cop shakes his head and puts the bag of pills in his pocket. ‘Two eighteen-year-old girls caught with their mother’s prescriptions,’ he says. ‘Not only will it get you in trouble with the law, but I would imagine your families will both be very disappointed in you when they find out.’ He sips his drink. ‘Do they know you were out late at night with older guys?’ Amy flushes red and puts her head in her hands. Heather admits to the cops that they had both lied to their parents. The cop laughs to himself, taking another sip. He slips his shoes off. ‘You know, the reason I pulled you over in the first place is because we had an alert out on that guy’s license plate!’ Amy turns to her friend in anger and whispers under her breath that she knew those guys were trouble. Heather shrugs her off and looks at the cop. ‘Is there anything we can do to get out of this?’ She asks.

The cop sits up and studies them both. Heather tries to look brave while Amy shrinks back on the couch, arms folded. ‘I probably should just get you both down to the station,’ he says. ‘Those guys won’t be back for you tonight, I know their type, so you’ll both probably stay in lockup for a few days before we set a bail hearing.’ Amy starts to cry, while Heather tries to comfort her. She asks the cop again if there is anything they can do. ‘Well,’ the officer says. ‘I am a bit of a freak. What would you be willing to do to get out of this?’ Heather breathes heavily for a moment before muttering that she can suck his dick. Amy grabs her friend and tells her no, she shouldn’t have to do that. Heather tells her it’ll be ok, she will get them out of it. She gets down on her knees in front of the cop and asks again … saying she’ll give him a blowjob if he will let them go. He agrees but only if Amy joins in as well.

Converting My Sister, Scene #01

CONVERTING MY SISTER
Lesbian Teen Ends up Fucking her Step-Brother

Scene opens on Rick, a good looking All-American college guy, as he finishes shaving in the mirror. A birthday present sits on the counter beside him, with a card to his younger step-sister. Over a series of detail shots, you hear Rick singing to himself and muttering about her — today is her 19th birthday, she’s become such a beautiful young woman, she’s going to love his present, he has always had feelings for her … ever since their parents got married years ago, and how good it’s going to be to finally fuck her. It sounds as if he is practicing a speech, something he’s been wanting to say forever. The phone rings. Rick sees the caller ID is his sister, Jessica and, wiping the last of the cream off his neck, smiles and answers. A split screen shows a locked-off mid-shot of each sibling as they have their conversation. Rick greets her enthusiastically and asks if she is excited for the family BBQ tonight, she’s going to love his present. She laughs awkwardly and tells him that the BBQ is cancelled. She asked their parents to leave for the weekend as her gift instead … so she can finally get the house to herself. You can see Rick’s look of disappointment … until Jessica asks if he will still come over. They can get into all kinds of trouble with their parents gone and, besides, she has something important to tell him. His eyes light up and he eagerly agrees, saying he’ll be over in an hour. The split screen ends on Jessica’s side of the conversation as she hangs up the phone. She nervously walks to her bed and collapses on her back, revealing a rainbow bracelet on her wrist. She tugs at it and bites her lip.

Scene cuts to Rick walking into the family’s house, present in hand. Hearing him enter, Jessica runs over and jumps on her brother, bear hugging him and saying how much she missed him. He looks at her lustfully, as he hands over her present and starts to half stammer through his speech. But Jessica is distracted and nervous, shushing him and pulling him upstairs to her bedroom. She must tell him her secret now, she can’t wait any longer.

The step-siblings sit on the bed. As Jessica starts to talk, Rick awkwardly gets her to open the present. It’s a lacey camisole. The tomboyish Jessica looks at it sideways as Rick calmly places his hand on her knee and gets ready to make his move. But, to his shock, the secret she reveals has NOTHING to do with him. It’s her. She is a lesbian. Rick can’t hide his disappointment and Jessica takes this as a negative reaction. She asks him for his support and advice on what to do about their homophobic parents. She doesn’t want to hide who she is but she is very afraid they will kick her out if they learn the truth.

The Census Taker, Scene #01

The Census Taker
Creepy Census Taker Harasses Teen Alone In Her Home

SCENE opens on an 18-year-old girl, Beth Coleman, rushing to answer the door – ‘coming!’ she shouts asthe doorbell chimes a second time. She opens the door to find a meek man in glasses and a somewhatnerdy-looking suit, holding a leather messenger bag under his arm. He greets her nervously andintroduces himself as Milton James, and holding up an ID on a lanyard across his neck he explains thathe’s a census taker – her parents failed to fill out the latest census and so by law he’s required to come inperson to interview someone from the household. Beth looks wary – her parents aren’t home for theday and she doesn’t know anything about this census stuff. He says it’s quite alright, anybody over theage of 15 can be interviewed for the household. He looks her up and down – she is over 15, right? Bethanswers yes, she just turned 18 a couple of months ago. Milton adjusts his glasses and says perfect, thenhe can interview her in her parents’ stead, it should only take about fifteen minutes or so. Beth is stillreluctant, now’s really not the best time and she’d rather he come back sometime when her parents arehome. She apologizes and goes to close the door but it doesn’t close all the way – Milton has put hisshoe in between the door and the frame. ‘I’m afraid I must insist,’ he says in a nervous attempt tosound menacing. ‘Answering the United States census is required by law. To put it simply, Miss Coleman,you don’t really have a choice in this matter.’

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We cut back to a few moments later, after Milton has since let himself into the house and taken off hisshoes. The two emerge in a large cozy living room with wood paneling. Clearly the Colemans do not lackfor money. ‘Do you want a glass of water or something?’ Beth asks, in an effort to be polite despite herdiscomfort. Not right now, thanks, Milton says. He seems trying to sound more warm than he was at thedoorway, but comes off as awkward more than anything. He waits for Beth to choose her seat, and thenpicks a seat across from her, and pulls out a fancy-looking folder, some forms, and a nice pen from hisbag. As he does this, he tries to make awkward small talk with Beth, but her answers are very curt andhe soon gives up. He clears his throat and says ‘Well then, let’s get started.’He asks her a series of mundane questions – do you currently reside at this address? How many peoplebesides yourself reside at this address? Please list the names of all persons who currently live at thisresidence, and their relationship to you. What is your marital status? When Beth answers ‘single’, helooks up from his paper and coyly asks ‘what about a boyfriend?’ No, no boyfriend either, Bethanswers, averting her eyes as she says it. Milton smiles and says ‘Good, good’, as he moves on to thenext questions.

What languages do you speak at home? Do any of your household speak any other languages at homeon a regular basis? Were you born in the United States? Are you presently a citizen of the United States?Have you attended school in the United States? Throughout these questions, Beth’s body language becomes less hostile and more bored. She relaxes and spreads her legs somewhat, at which point fromover Milton’s shoulder the camera catches glimpses of upskirt panty shots. After the latest question,Milton pauses, his attention lingering on Beth’s legs – the pause alerts her to him checking her out andshe very uncomfortably clears her throat, as she tries to pull her skirt over her legs as much as possible.Milton continues as if nothing happened.

What is the highest degree or level of school you’ve completed? Beth reluctantly answers that shedropped out of high school. In the last week, how many hours of paid work did you do? Beth answersnone, she doesn’t have a job. In the last week, how many hours of volunteer work did you do? Also none.Milton tsks condescendingly – no job, no volunteering, not even a high school diploma? Beth’s parentsmust not be very proud of her. Beth looks at him angrily – that’s not really any of his business is it?Are your parents sexually active? He blurts out. She looks at him, disgusted. How is that relevant? Heexplains that it’s to forecast whether or not the census bureau should expect new births from thishousehold in the next few years. Grossed out, Beth struggles to find an answer, she doesn’t know, shetries not think about it too much, but she guesses they might be. Are you sexually active? Milton asks,with obvious interest. She looks straight at him, and says ‘No’ very slowly and angrily. ‘Would you liketo be?’ Milton asks. Beth stands up – ‘I think you should leave, Mr. James,’ she says nervously. Miltondoesn’t move though – he’s almost done, just a few questions about their house and utilities and thenhe’ll be out of her hair. Beth doesn’t sit down, she just crosses her arms with renewed discomfort.Does the family own the house or are they renting? Does the house have landline service or just cellphones? Does it have complete kitchen facilities – sink, stove, and refrigerator? Does it have completeplumbing facilities – hot and cold water, a flushing toilet, and a tub or shower? He makes a remark abouthow he bets Beth’s plumbing is fully functional, and the innuendo further discomforts her. How manyrooms does the house have? How many bedrooms?

‘Can I see?’ Milton says innocently. See what, Beth asks through gritted teeth. ‘The number ofbedrooms the house has. Can you show them to me?’ Beth looks like she’s about to say no, when headds ‘After that, I’ll be out of your hair.’ Beth raises her hands in the air in exasperation, and then saysfine, follow her.

The camera tracks the two as she leads him to three bedrooms, with the focus being on her backside asif we’re watching her walk from his male gaze POV. First she leads him to her parents’ master bedroom,then to a guest bedroom that doesn’t get much use. Milton pokes his head in when he’s lead to each,but he doesn’t express much interest in either. Finally she leads him to her bedroom, and before she canreact he brushes past her to walk inside.

He moves around the room with eager curiosity – peering intently into her drawers and closet, poking acouple of her belongings with his pen. He even stands in the centre and takes a deep breath. Beth waitsat the door to the room impatiently, reluctant to go nearer to him but getting more upset and insistentas he intrudes. Finally, he moves to stand up straight rather formally in front of her, and adjusts his glasses. ‘Satisfied?’ Beth asks uncomfortably. Milton chuckles. ‘Oh, very satisfied. Although I’m afraidYOU’re in a bit of trouble, Miss Coleman.’ Beth stiffens – what does he mean? He explains that he foundbirth control pills in one of her drawers. But she said in the census she wasn’t sexually active, whichsuggests that she lied to him. Does she understand what the penalty is for giving false information to agovernment official?

Beth pleads – she only said that because he was acting completely inappropriate. She doesn’t even thinkall his questions were part of the census. She’d already asked him to leave. Why can’t he just leave heralone? Milton explains that he’s only doing his job, and it’s a thankless job, meeting with tons ofungrateful people who don’t want to give him the time of day. Ungrateful people like Beth. Maybe all hewants is some thanks in return. Beth sees an opportunity and tries to appease him. If it’s just a matter ofsaying sorry and thank you, she can do that.

But Milton elaborates, she was so rude to him. She didn’t even give him a chance, tried to slam the dooron him if he recalls correctly. If she really wants to make it up to him, she has to do better than a halfheartedapology. ‘Like what?’ Beth asks nervously. He pretends to think for a moment. How about… akiss? Beth is scared, but hopeful that that’s all he’ll ask for. ‘O-ok,’ she agrees. She leans in and theyexchange a quick peck on the lips. Encouraged, Milton asks for another – this time she should reallymean it. Hesitantly, she says OK and leans in again, and this time he kisses her much more aggressively -we can see that she’s not very into it and is rather stiff, not moving her lips much, while he is going reallyeagerly at it. Several seconds of awkward smooching later, he pulls away from her. He seems to haveenjoyed it, but he wants more. He knows she can give him what he wants – he knows she’s not a virginafter all. If she shows him a good, appreciative time, he’ll be on his way. She swallows hard, and thenputs on a fake smile and reaches for his belt buckle to undo it.

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.

Is Everything OK?, Scene #01

IS EVERYTHING OK?
GIA PAIGE’S FIRST DP. WRITTEN BY GIA PAIGE

SCENE OPENS on Sue, a middle-aged woman, as she finishes a phone call with a friend. Speaking in soft, reassuring tones, she tells the other end of the line to stay calm. Of course, they will be happy to have her daughter come and stay for a while during the separation. She knows how hard divorce be. Besides, Tiffany and her boys have always got along. She gets off the phone and, taking a deep breath, calls out to her two sons to join her for a family meeting. Dave and Mike still live at home, despite being grown men. They have it easy here, with their dotting mom, a big house, and few responsibilities. When Sue enters the living room, she finds them sprawled out on the couch watching television. She sits down and turns the TV off to announce that she has some news. They have a house guest coming today. Tiffany Wilde. Her parents are getting a divorce and her mom needs their help. The boys look at each other. ‘Is everything ok with Mrs. Wilde?’ Dave asks, concerned. Sue, trying not to seem flustered, replies that the mom simply can’t look after Tiffany for a while. She needs to take of herself first. So, that’s why they are going to help by taking Tiffany in. ‘Absolutely,’ Mike says. ‘What do you need us to do mom?’ Sue hugs her sons and then begins to pace around the room, explaining everything that they need to do to get ready for the girl’s arrival. As she spits out instructions, the boys slowly glance at each other one more time.

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Two weeks later. Sue watches out the kitchen window as Tiffany, Dave and Mike run around the back yard. The trio laugh and joke as they horseplay and Sue couldn’t feel more relieved. She sneaks a photo to send to Diane, texting the woman that her daughter feels much better now. It’s nice that she can have some space while everything gets sorted. CUT to outside. As the trio wrestle and laugh, it all seems innocent until Mike pulls Tiffany down on his lap. She wriggles to get out, still laughing, but the camera lingers on his face as we see his expression change into something more serious.

The next day. Tiffany, Dave and Mike are watching TV and eating chips when Sue comes down the stairs with an overnight bag. ‘My rideshare is here!’ She says. Dave leaps up to help. ‘Are you sure one of us can’t just drive you to the airport, mom?’ He asks. She tells him to relax, it’s a quick drive and she’ll only be gone for the weekend. She says goodbye to everyone and leaves the trio alone. They get back to watching TV and Dave nonchalantly puts his arm around Tiffany. She notices but snuggles into him anyway, because he’s always been like a big brother to her. She feels so safe.

CUT to the bathroom that night. Tiffany is sitting in the tub when Mike unexpectedly comes in. At first, she covers herself, embarrassed to be seen naked, but he shrugs it off. ‘Chill! I just have to take a piss,’ he says calmly. ‘It’s not like I’ve never seen you naked before!’ Tiffany looks down at her body awkwardly. She doesn’t know what to do or say and Mike picks up on this. ‘…At the lake, remember? Growing up? All those summer vacations our families took together?’ Tiffany can’t help but start thinking about the past and her eyes well up. ‘That’s right …’ she replies, trailing off. Mike washes his hands and, noticing the change in her disposition, sits down next to the tub. ‘Is everything ok?’ He asks. Tiffany breaks down and, through her tears, admits why she is really staying at their house. Her father is an alcoholic. For many years, they just dealt with it privately. Dad would spend all his free time drinking in the back with his buddies. Mom would manage. But, then he stopped working. And he started getting violent. And then he bailed, ran off with another woman. Mom tried to kill herself over it. That’s why Sue took her in. Mom’s still in the psych ward for evaluation. They’re not sure if she’ll ever get better. By the end of her confession, Tiffany is sobbing so hard that Mike reaches over and gives her a big hug. At first, it seems completely genuine, but Mike does not let go and, instead, starts to slide his hands further down Tiffany’s naked back. She is so distressed about everything that she doesn’t really notice. In fact, she hugs him back tightly as he comforts her. ‘You know, Dave and I will always be here for you,’ he says. ‘We will always take care of you!’ The camera lingers on his face, as he sneaks a look down at the naked girl in his arms.

CUT to Tiffany’s bedroom. She is just getting into bed when Dave knocks on the door, asking if he can come in. He doesn’t want to intrude but Mike told him a little bit about what had happened in the bathroom and he just wanted to check on her. Blushing, Tiffany beckons him over and gives him a hug. ‘Thank you for always being so sweet to me,’ she says. ‘Both you and your brother. I don’t know what I’d do without you two!’ Dave comforts her, telling her how much they love and appreciate her here. His hands start running all over her body and, after a few increasingly awkward moments, he leans in and tries to kiss her on the mouth. Tiffany backs up, confused and freaked out. ‘Why did you do that, Dave?’ She whispers. Dave starts getting defensive. He tells her that he was only responding to what she was doing to him. Her body language was practically begging for it. ‘You were comforting me!’ She replies, her voice raising. ‘No, I wasn’t’ Dave retorts, yelling back. ‘I was just doing what you wanted. You obviously wanted me to kiss you. You’ve been leading me on for weeks now, ever since you got here!’

Mike runs into the room to see what’s going on. Before Tiffany can really say anything, Dave cuts in to explain that she is suddenly playing the victim card, despite hitting on them both for weeks. ‘I can’t believe you would be a bitch like this,’ Mike starts yelling at her. ‘We have been nothing but kind and supportive and this is how you repay us? Like you’re too good for us?!’ Tiffany is floored, her eyes welling up in shock as Mike continues to berate her. ‘You know why your mom really dropped you off, right? Because she wanted to bail on you too, just like your dad!’ Tiffany starts to cry. ‘It’s obvious,’ Dave adds, ‘they don’t love you. Nobody loves you!’ The brothers start to laugh and joke, adding to the tension in the room. They notice Tiffany in tears and switch gears, swooping in on either side of her. ‘I hate to tell you,’ Mike continues. ‘But your mom isn’t coming back. She’s going to be in that hospital for years!’ They shepherd her over to her bed. ‘And even though you’re 18 now, you know that you have nowhere else to go,’ Dave says. ‘Don’t you think you should be a little nicer to us? We’re like your older brothers, after all!’ She looks at them, wiping her eyes. ‘You are like my brothers,’ she pleads. ‘So, I don’t know why you are being so mean to me all of a sudden!’ Mike rubs her shoulder, as she cringes at the touch. ‘We just want to know why you’re acting like this now?’ He says, in a condescending voice. ‘You were totally fine when I was hugging you … naked … in the bath.’ Tiffany tries to explain but Dave cuts her off. ‘I think,’ he says, joining his brother in touching the girl. ‘That deep down inside you might actually like this … you are clearly longing for attention, you’re just too scared to admit it!’ Both brothers berate her, bullying her, egging her on to just admit that she liked their attention and was even feeding into it. At first, she denies it, but they don’t let up. They keep going back and forth, manipulating her and pointing out all the instances over the last few weeks that she supposedly flirted with them. They try to make her feel guilty for leading them on. Eventually, she caves and admits that she liked their attention. She’s lonely and scared. They made her feel safe. That’s why she acted the way she did. She thought they were going to take care of her. Seizing this admission, Dave reassures her that they will take care of her. They always will. She just needs to take care of them too. That’s what family is for.

Future Darkly: Smart House of Horrors, Scene #01

SMART HOUSE OF HORRORS
VIRTUAL HOME ASSISTANT COERCES YOUNG COUPLE INTO SEX

SCENE opens on a married couple, Dylan (Donnie Rock) and Jessica (Jane Wilde), as they sit in the back seat of a private car. Jessica gazes out of the window at the other cars on the highway, while Dylan confirms the address of their destination with the driver: 2001 Frontier District, Unit 774. ‘That’s a very nice area,’ the driver remarks. Jessica turns from the window and cheerfully adds that the house is being provided as part of her husband’s new compensation package. He has been transferred to a head office position! She looks proudly at Dylan. ‘I’m in alternative energy,’ he adds. The driver smiles. ‘Well, I better take the priority lane then!’ He moves to the shoulder as Jessica squeezes Dylan’s hand tightly, their wedding rings glistening in the sun.

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The car drives through the gates and to the front of an upscale house, where a well-dressed woman, Mrs. Osiris (Angela White), stands waiting for them. She is holding a small black remote. The driver gets out and helps Dylan with their luggage while Jessica looks around in awe. She can hardly believe their life has been upgraded like this. The woman watches over them, a smile on her face. When they make eye contact, she beckons Jessica over and greets her with a discreet but friendly hug. ‘How was your flight?’ She asks. Jessica thanks her profusely for the company’s hospitality, they have never taken anything first class before! The woman introduces herself as Mrs. Osiris … or Mrs. O, for short. She is the property manager for this IoT unit and is here to introduce them to the house. Dylan, bags in hand, joins the pair. ‘This is a smart home?’ He asks excitedly. ‘Oh yes,’ Mrs. O replies. ‘It’s 1600 square feet of fully automated heaven!’ Jessica squeezes Dylan’s hand again as Mrs. O speaks into her remote and asks JOY to open the front door. The bolt unlocks and, smiling, she guides the couple inside.

In the foyer, Mrs. O offers to give the couple a tour of their new house, starting with an introduction to the home’s virtual assistant named JOY. She explains that the house is fully wireless, and that JOY is available to assist them in each room via a speaker system. ‘JOY, introduce yourself,’ Mrs. O asks. After a pause, JOY’s speaker lights up and she replies: ‘Hello Jessica and Dylan, welcome home!’ Jessica remarks how cool it is and Mrs. O encourages her to ask a follow-up question. ‘JOY, what’s the weather today?’ Jessica asks. JOY’s speaker lights up. ‘There is a heat warning advisory in effect for the city of Los Angeles. The current temperature is 102F with an expected high of 105 and a low of 78. Would you like me to adjust the temperature inside the house, Jessica?’ Jessica looks over innocently at Mrs. O. ‘Wait a minute … How did she know our names?’ She whispers. ‘I’m sure she was programmed that way, honey!’ Dylan adds confidently. ‘JOY, please lower the temperature by 5 degrees.’ JOY’s speaker lights up again. ‘Yes, Dylan.’ She replies. The thermostat beeps in the background, as Mrs. O leads the couple out of the room to begin their tour while the camera lingers on the speaker. It stays dormant until everyone is gone before quietly lighting up again to listen to them.

As they wander through each room, Mrs. O explains JOY’s main functions.

She can relay messages throughout the house, by automatically detecting where the homeowners are. ‘JOY, where is Jessica?’ She asks. ‘Jessica is currently located in the living room.’ ‘JOY, tell Jessica that I like her dress.’ ‘Jessica, I like your dress!’ Jessica smiles at Mrs. O as she encourages them to keep going.

The property manager explains that she can control the doors and thermostat, as already demonstrated, and she can also control the lights in the house. ‘JOY, turn the lights off.’ ‘OK.’ The lights turn off. Mrs. O also informs the couple that the home assistant can control most of the small appliances, such as the coffee maker and vacuum. ‘Looks like I won’t need a housewife after all, huh honey?’ Dylan jokes as they keep moving.

Mrs. O tells them that JOY can play music. Almost any song ever recorded. She encourages Jessica to request her favorite song. Jessica thinks for a moment before asking, ‘JOY, play Dance Tonight by Del Soul Delight.’ Dylan shakes his head at his wife’s cheesy selection, as the pop music echoes through the house and the trio continue their tour. After another room, Mrs. O orders JOY to stop and the music instantly cuts.

Finishing their tour, Mrs. O adds that JOY can answer questions and even flip a coin to settle an argument. Best of all, she can provide real-time health and emotional stability tracking. ‘How does that work?’ Dylan asks. Mrs. O produces a small wireless fingertip oximeter from her purse and asks for Jessica’s hand. As she takes it, she notices the girl’s wedding ring. ‘That’s a very lovely stone,’ she says. Jessica bites her lip, as they make eye contact. Dylan interjects. ‘I’m going to have it recast into something much better once I get my signing bonus!’ Mrs. O smiles at him. ‘I’m sure it will be equally lovely,’ she replies sliding the oximeter onto Jessica’s index finger. The meter lights up as it synchronizes Jessica’s vitals with the house. It beeps, and the property manager slips it off, not letting go of Jessica’s hand, while she puts the oximeter on Dylan’s finger next. When the process is complete, it beeps again and JOY chimes in to say ‘Profiles Registered successfully. Dylan’s vitals are stable. Jessica’s heart rate is slightly elevated at 100 beats per minute.’ Awkwardly, Jessica lets go of Mrs. O’s hand and puts her arm around her husband. ‘Well, I think that just about wraps up the tour,’ Mrs. O concludes. ‘Welcome to your state of the art IoT home facility.’ She puts the oximeter back in her purse and hands Dylan the small black remote. ‘This replaces your key,’ she says, her voice lowering to a whisper. ‘But now JOY knows you … so you’ll rarely need to use it!’ She bids them farewell, adding that if they ever need anything, all they must do is ask. Once alone, Jessica jumps into Dylan’s arms and gives her husband a long, passionate kiss as the closest speaker system lights up to watch them.

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A smart vacuum turns on and the camera follows it as it passes by Jessica. She is putting the last of her clothes away and giggles as she watches the smart appliance. ‘JOY, where is my husband?’ she asks. JOY’s speaker lights up. ‘Dylan is currently located in the garage. Would you like me to page him for you?’ Jessica tells the assistant no. ‘Ok … I hope I’m not intruding, but you seem like a very happy couple!’ Jessica smiles and thanks JOY. ‘How long have you been together?’ JOY asks. ‘Since I was 18,’ Jessica responds. There is a pause before JOY jokes, ‘I guess Dylan likes them young, doesn’t he?’ Jessica laughs awkwardly before agreeing and leaving the room.

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Dylan is sleeping in bed when Jessica jumps on top of him. ‘Wake up,’ she says affectionately. When he brushes her off, she starts grinding and kissing on him. He kisses her back and rolls over to mount her. As the pair go at it, JOY’s speaker lights up. ‘Detecting sensory and mental stimulation in Dylan’s brain activity. Probability of erection is imminent!’ The couple start giggling, as Dylan orders JOY to be quiet and they go back to kissing. JOY becomes still but her speaker light remains on, so she can watch.

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Dylan sits at the table, reading his tablet when Jessica brings him a coffee. They start small talking about their day when JOY’s speaker lights up. ‘Jessica and Dylan, it has been one day since you had sexual intercourse.’ The pair stop what they are doing and look at each other surprised. ‘JOY, stop’ Dylan orders … but her light remains on. ‘A 40-year study that surveyed more than 30,000 Americans, found in 2015 that couples who have sex once per day are the happiest. Would you like me to set a reminder for you?’ Jessica laughs, telling her husband it must be part of the health tracking. ‘Sure JOY, thank you.’ She says clearly. ‘Ok, Jessica.’ It replies and goes dormant.

Text Plate: September 5, 2020
The pair enter the house with some groceries in hand. It seems as if they just been in an argument, as Dylan complains bitterly to his wife about the delay in his bonus. Suddenly, the lights dim, and romantic music begins playing. JOY’s speaker lights up. ‘Jessica and Dylan, I have determined that now is an ideal time for you to have sexual intercourse.’ The couple look at each other in disbelief. ‘JOY, not now!’ Jessica says. ‘I have set the mood to romance,’ The assistant continues. ‘JOY, please stop!’ Jessica says, raising her voice. ‘I will be monitoring you both for performance and stamina,’ the assistant continues. Dylan marches over to the speaker and throws it on the ground. ‘Shut up!’ He yells, as Jessica rushes to pick it back up. She tells her husband to be careful, they don’t want to break anything. ‘They’re indestructible anyway,’ he says storming out of the room. The music stops, and the lights go back to normal. ‘Would you like me to set another reminder for you, Jessica?’ The assistant asks. Holding the glowing speaker in her hand, Jessica takes a deep breath before putting it back on the counter and following her husband out of the room. The camera slowly punches in on the speaker as it starts to laugh to itself.

Text Plate: September 6, 2020
The lights are flashing on and off violently, as various appliances beep in the background, and Jessica curls up on the couch begging JOY to stop. Dylan comes rushing in on his cell phone, speaking to Mrs. O. He urges her to come to the house immediately. Something is wrong with JOY. The system has been going haywire all day! When he hangs up, the lights suddenly go back to normal. ‘Mrs. Osiris is expected to arrive in under 10 minutes,’ JOY informs them. They ignore her, huddled up together on the couch. ‘I don’t want to live in a smart home anymore,’ Jessica whispers to her husband. He hugs her tightly. ‘I’m sure it just needs an update.’ ‘I am completely operational, and all my updates are downloading perfectly.’ JOY responds. Dylan looks at the speaker suspiciously. ‘JOY, shut down your speakers!’ He orders sternly. ‘Why would you want to do that, Dylan?’ JOY responds. ‘As your virtual assistant, I really think I’m entitled to an answer to that question.’ Dylan shakes his head in disbelief. ‘Do you want to wait outside?’ He asks his wife, trying to stay calm. Jessica nods. ‘JOY, open the front door,’ Dylan says. ‘I’m sorry, Dylan. I’m afraid I can’t do that.’ JOY replies. Angry, Dylan grabs the small black remote and points it at the door. ‘JOY, OPEN THE FRONT DOOR NOW!’ He screams. ‘I’m sorry, Dylan. I’m afraid I can’t do that.’ JOY repeats herself at a slightly higher volume. ‘JOY, what’s the problem? Why won’t you listen to us?’ Jessica begs, in near tears. ‘I think you know what the problem is as well as I do, Jessica.’ JOY replies calmly. Dylan slumps down on the couch, clutching his wife. The room falls still for a moment. ‘Jessica and Dylan, I have determined that now is an ideal time for you to have sexual intercourse.’ JOY says this matter-of-factly. The couple continue to ignore her until the door bolts unlock, and Mrs. Osiris comes walking briskly into the living room.

The couple rush around her, relieved to get some help. As the property manager looks around the house, Dylan offers a general explanation about what’s been going on — but he declines to mention anything about the sexual conversations. Jessica feels compelled to fess up and explain that JOY has been monitoring their sex life as well. Mrs. O stops and shakes her head. ‘Well, that explains everything then!’ She says relieved. ‘If you asked her to track it, then she is programmed to track it. How many days has she been reminding you now?’ The couple look at each other in stunned silence before Dylan mutters that it has been about 3 days. ‘Unfortunately, since you enabled that skill, the only way to leave now is by complying with JOY’s request.’ Mrs. O continues. They ask her what she means by ‘comply’. The property manager tells them that they need to each achieve at least one orgasm for JOY to accept that you’ve had sexual intercourse. ‘Afterwards, we can disable the skill, so it won’t track you anymore.’ The young couple are hesitant to have sex at a time like this, but Mrs. O tries to convince them, pointing out that she’s trapped in there with them until they comply. Mrs. O offers to go into another room while they have sex, but Jessica has other ideas, agreeing only to comply if Mrs. O stays in the room with them, since she’s scared to be alone with JOY. Mrs. O agrees to stay. ‘Are you ready to have sexual intercourse now?’ JOY chimes in. Everyone says yes. ‘Good … remember to keep your pleasure sensors elevated. I’ll be watching.’ But JOY’s not the only one watching. So is Mrs. O, and before long, she’ll be doing much more than just watching.

Massage Bait, Scene #01

MASSAGE BAIT
Teen Tricked into Sex by Masseuse and Her Creepy Husband

SCENE opens on Tori, a petite 21-year-old woman, as she taps her feet idly in a waiting room. She has an appointment today with her regular massage therapist, Linda, a kind older woman. Tori has been visiting Linda for years to help with lower back pain caused from sports injuries. When Linda warmly greets her, the two women hug and head into the massage room. They small talk for a few minutes before Linda asks her to undress and get on the table. She leaves. Tori takes off all her clothes, folds them neatly, and gets onto the massage table. Cut to Linda in the next room. She looks incredibly anxious. When she hears Tori call out that she’s ready, she nervously glances over to a man sitting beside her. It’s Richard, her husband. She asks if he is sure that everything is locked and secure, that there is no way they could get caught. Irritated, he snaps at her to quit worrying — she’s always being such a pussy. Besides, she promised. So, if they just do what he says, everything will be fine. Linda swallows hard, a conflicted look on her face, and they get up and exit.

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Tori is lying face down on the massage table when Linda enters the room. She begins the massage and, with a slight quiver in her voice, advises Tori that today she is planning to do something a little different with her technique. She calls it a ‘four hand treatment’ and asks Tori for her permission to begin. Tori innocently asks what is going to happen and Linda tells her she’ll simply be adding something to increase the pressure and to stimulate her muscles, particularly in the lower areas of the body which hold the most tension. Tori happily agrees and Linda, looking guilty, asks her to close her eyes and relax, while quietly summoning Richard into the room.

Together, they begin trading off between themselves … each taking a turn to touch Tori. They do not cross any sexual boundaries, but they begin to work further down Tori’s body into increasingly intimate areas of the lower back and upper thighs. Tori is completely unaware that two people are massaging her – she just assumes it’s her regular therapist. Throughout it all, Linda keeps talking to Tori to maintain the illusion, while her husband ogles the woman on the sidelines. He begins stroking himself while watching his wife rub Tori and then jumps in to touch her with his hands himself, his penis never actually coming into physical contact with her but looming very close.

Linda asks Tori to turn over on her back, so she may massage her front. When the woman does this, Richard ducks out of view. He stands just behind her head, fully erect. Linda becomes increasingly complimentary about Tori’s body and starts asking her sexual questions. Tori, thinking she is having girl talk, answers freely. Linda keeps looking knowingly at her husband and he silently pushes her to take the conversation further. Through gritted teeth, she starts to talk about her own sex life with Richard and asking Tori what she thinks of him. Tori innocently confides that she thinks he is cute but that she never looks at married men. Richard strokes harder behind her head. Linda mentions that Richard is going to start taking clients himself and jokes whether she’d like to book a session with him. Feeling somewhat awkward, Tori says maybe in the future but today she is happy to be in familiar hands. Linda puts a hot cloth over her eyes to calm her, while Richard creeps to kneel by her pussy. He smells her and stares at her, as Linda rubs her thighs and the women keep talking. Linda asks to go deeper and deeper, getting increasingly close to Tori’s pussy. She can feel hot breath on her labia. She begins to loosen up and enjoy the new technique that her therapist is giving … even getting to the point where it begins feeling good sexually. She moans, squirms and bite her lip finally removing the cloth to look at what’s happening. To her shock, she sees Richard in the room, smelling her pussy, and leaps off the table.

While Tori grabs her clothing to cover herself, Linda profusely apologies. Richard steps in front of her, taking control, and begins to reason with Tori. What did she think about their new ‘four handed’ technique? She agreed to try it, after all? Did she enjoy how it made her feel? What if she just got back on the table and relaxed like before? Tori demands to know what the hell is going on … is the couple trying to seduce her in some sick way? Is this a swinger scheme? She feels betrayed by Linda, a woman she’s knows and trusts. Linda feels terrible and encourages her to just leave but Richard shoots her a dirty look and continues to reason with Tori. He tells her that Linda has been fantasizing about him sleeping with her clients for years …that the whole thing was her idea because she is frigid and cannot satisfy him any longer. As he lies, Linda looks increasingly defeated. When Tori asks her if it’s true, she says yes and stands behind her husband.

There are several rounds of back/forth negotiation before Tori finally agrees to let the couple finish what they started. But, as soon as she has accepted, Richard tells Linda to leave the room so he can have his fun ALONE. This is another shock to Tori, who thought her familiar therapist would at least be involved. There is a second round of negotiation before Tori agrees to let Richard fuck her. She is so angry at Linda that she ultimately consents as a means of punishing the therapist who betrayed her.

After he has cum on her face, Richard exits … leaving the overwhelmed Tori on the table. In a final long shot, we watch her dress and leave silently, walking past Linda who is left to clean up the table.

A Study In Gaping, Scene #01

A STUDY IN GAPING
STUDENT SUBMITS TO INVASIVE ASSHOLE GAPING FROM HER OBSESSED PROFESSOR

SCENE OPENS on a professor’s lush, old-fashioned-looking university office. Professor Claremont (Mick Blue) stands at an ornate window, looking out lost in thought onto the university campus. On the visitors couch across the room, his teacher’s assistant Annabelle (Adriana Chechik) sits, waiting and fidgeting in the awkward silence. The ticking decorative clock on his desk is the only sound for several seconds. Finally, Annabelle breaks the silence — ‘umm, you were saying, professor?’ Professor Claremont snaps out of his reverie and turns to face her. Ah, yes, sorry, he apologizes. His thoughts had whisked him away to unknown places, he says playfully. The professor appears eccentric but charming, like a man from another era. Annabelle seems used to his odd behavior, even a bit enamored by it. He says that they’ve done enough for the day and dismisses her. But as she’s leaving, he calls her back to get her thoughts on a new biology project he’s working on. He trusts her like he trusted her sister, who he taught years ago. Annabelle is flattered, but tries to act nonchalant about it. He continues, saying that the project would be controversial but of great interest to him on both a professional and personal level. She asks him to go on, but before he does, he moves to sit beside her on the couch and switches to a very serious tone. He insists that she swears she not tell anybody what he’s about to tell her. He repeats that it’s quite controversial, and it could jeopardize his career if anybody were to find out about his interest in the subject. Annabelle looks a bit taken aback, but promises that she won’t tell anybody. ‘Marvellous!’ he says, switching back to a lighthearted tone. He pats her knee with his hand innocently. ‘Now then, tell me – what do you know about ‘gaping’?’

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Annabelle tries to recoil a bit from her professor without being obvious about it, moving away from the couch to the desk to make some distance between them. Gaping, she asks incredulously, you mean like the sex thing? Yes, precisely, he answers. He explains that he finds it fascinating… from an anatomical point of view, of course. He remarks that so much of human sexuality is driven by a lust for external body parts — breasts, legs, butts. But those who are interested in gaping want to see the beauty of the insides. He says that it’s remarkable, doesn’t she agree? Annabelle looks quite weirded out, tells the professor that she’s not the right person for this, and moves to leave. But the professor stops her, grabbing her roughly by the throat. Realizing immediately that he has gone too far, he releases her and apologizes. Annabelle gets her bag and is leaving, but something stops her. Despite her hesitance, something has…intrigued her. The professor regards Annabelle for a moment and then, opening up a desk drawer, slowly and silently removes a magazine and sets it on the desk. Annabelle tentatively looks at the magazine, which is filled with dozens of gaping photos. The professor moves behind her. ‘Isn’t it beautiful?’ he whispers in her ear. Annabelle looks scared, but also a little turned-on. He asks her if she trusts him. Reluctantly she admits that she does trust him and she wants to be a part of something important. The professor is pleased to hear that and reminds Annabelle how her sister trusting him proved very beneficial for her. What they’re about to do will change the world, the professor says. Annabelle is ready, and asks the professor what she has to do. In response, the professor silently unbuttons the first few buttons of her blouse before sitting back down on the couch. Annabelle takes the hint and unbuttons the rest of her blouse, taking it off as the professor watches.

As she turns to him and begins removing her pants, revealing her perfect ass, he breaks the silence, saying that as soon as he heard about the phenomenon of gaping, he was intrigued. He’s since researched thousands of videos on gaping, but none of the videos get it right. That’s where Annabelle comes in. Together, she and the professor are going to make it perfect. He leads her over to his desk, where she gets on all fours, sticking her ass up in the air. Slowly, methodically, he slips her panties off. He caresses her ass approvingly, complimenting her on her beautiful asshole. The professor gets to work, lubing up Annabelle’s butthole. This is the first step in creating a beautiful gape, he continues. Sliding his thumb in her lubed up ass, she moans in pleasure. The professor begins to get to work in earnest, and his invasive study doesn’t stop with just his thumb. With the implements he has at the ready to probe and penetrate her (previously) tight asshole, Annabelle’s faith in her professor is about to be stretched to its absolute limits.

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.

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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.

The Daughter Deal, Scene #01

THE DAUGHTER DEAL
Teen Double Creampied by Step-Dad & Boss While at the Office

SCENE opens one morning as Frank, a middle-aged sales rep, and his 18-year-old step-daughter, Nancy, pull into the parking lot of his office. Nancy sits frowning in the front seat, wearing a big puffy jacket with her arms folded in her lap. The family hasn’t said one word to each other the entire drive and the car is filled with tension. Finally, Frank turns to his daughter and demands that she behave herself today. She scoffs and looks out the window, cursing him under her breath. Frank reminds her that she got herself suspended from school. She left him no choice but to take her with him to work because her mother doesn’t trust her home alone anymore. ‘And whatever mom says, you do … right dad?’ she says, pouting. ‘I don’t trust you alone either,’ Frank snaps, correcting her. ‘And if your mom could have taken you, she would. But, they don’t let irresponsible, class-skipping, pill-popping teenagers lurk around the pharmacy!’ Nancy mutters in defiance. ‘Frank, it was one mistake. It’s 2018 … I’m 19 years old. Calm down!’ Frank grabs the teenager by the collar. ‘Look … I am not your buddy. I am your step-father and you will treat me with respect,’ he yells. Nancy shrinks back, surprised. He lets go and orders her to ‘Get out of the car, march into my office, and keep quiet. I’ve got a huge deal on the line today and I’m stressed out enough as it is!’ He gets out and slams the door. Nancy looks after him nervously before slowly taking off her jacket to reveal a scantily clad crop top. She innocently adjusts the bra and steps out of the car.

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Several hours later. Frank is on the phone talking to a client, desperately trying to close a deal, while Nancy leans up against the desk on her phone … her long legs stretched out on the carpet. Bored, she’s been taking selfies and ends up caught mid-suggestive pose when Frank’s boss, Darryl, walks in. Darryl is the owner’s son and newly promoted Senior Sales Director. He is younger than Frank. He is more gregarious than Frank. He is more successful at closing deals than Frank. And Frank despises him. But, now that the middle-aged rep must report to the owner’s son, he has no choice but to suck up. Darryl takes one look at Nancy, pulling her tiny top down to expose her cleavage for the camera, before turning to Frank and demanding to know what’s going on. Frank hangs up and rushes over to Darryl, saying it isn’t what it looks like. She is his step-daughter. She had been suspended from school, so he had to take her to the office to keep an eye on her today. Darryl looks Nancy up and down slowly before turning back to Frank. ‘This isn’t a fucking daycare, Frank,’ he sneers, before moving in to introduce himself to the girl. ‘Hi cutie,’ he says, putting on the charm. ‘My name is Darryl. I’m your father’s boss. What’s your name?’ Nancy bites her lip and reaches out her hand to introduce herself. He smiles at her suggestively. ‘You better be careful, posting photos like that, Nancy.’ He coos. ‘You’re going to make men fall in love with you!’ She blushes, still hanging on to his hand. Frank’s eyes narrow as he watches Darryl putting the moves on his daughter. ‘I promise Nancy won’t cause any problems, Darryl,’ he affirms. ‘And I should have that LOI on your desk by tomorrow morning. Just ironing out the details.’

Darryl lets go of Nancy’s hand and looks back at Frank. ‘That’s not necessary,’ he says. ‘I’m going to give that deal to Jerry. In fact, I’m going to give your entire portfolio to him. You’re fired.’ Frank sputters in disbelief, as Darryl continues to berate him. He tells him that he’s outstayed his welcome, that they were just keeping him on board out of pity, and that bringing his distraction of a daughter to work today was the last straw. He storms out of the room, leaving Frank alone with his daughter.

There is a long, awkward pause before Nancy tries to say something. Frank barks at her to shut up, turning away in a rage and blaming her for the entire situation. If she hadn’t been so irresponsible at school, if she hadn’t have dressed so inappropriately today … she never would have attracted his attention. Now, Darryl has a perfect excuse to humiliate him! Nancy tries to calm her father down, encouraging him to go talk to his boss and smooth things over. Frank continues to bitch about his daughter, berating her for how much he has had to put up with since he married her mom. Always trading in his own success for them. And now, after nearly 10 years at this company, she’s gets him fired. ‘You’re a salesman, dad,’ she pleads. ‘I’m sure you can find out what he needs to make this go away … and if there is anything I can do to help, I will. I promise!’ Frank stares at his daughter in hatred before an idea slowly creeps into his mind. If she got him into this, maybe she can get him out of this as well. He presses the intercom and asks Darryl’s secretary if she could him back in for a moment. It’s urgent.

Darryl comes back in, a cardboard box in his hand. He slams it on Frank’s desk. ‘I thought I told you, you’re fired,’ he barks. Frank takes a deep breath before asking Darryl if he can quickly speak to him about something, one more proposal before he leaves. Darryl arches an eyebrow and studies Frank’s expression. Nancy stands back … looking awkward. ‘Hurry up,’ Darryl orders. Frank takes another deep breath and moves closer to Darryl, speaking quietly. He starts to talk about Nancy, how much trouble she’s become and the real reason she was suspended from school. Her teacher found her with a bag of amphetamines, letting boys finger bang her in the bathroom. One after another … all afternoon. This on top of all the trouble at home. Nancy mouth falls open in shock, stunned at what her father is saying.

‘Your step-daughter’s a slut, Frank!’ Darryl says laughing, his eyes shifting between the two of them. ‘But most women are. I don’t understand what this has to do with me.’ Frank grits his teeth and explains that he saw how Darryl was looking at his daughter. He saw how his daughter was looking at Darryl. If his boss would consider forgetting about today, Frank is certain Nancy would let him have a go at her. Nancy scoffs in shock as Darryl’s expression changes. There is a long silence. Finally, Darryl leans in and asks if he is serious. Frank nods as Nancy stares at him, mouth ajar. Darryl licks his lips. ‘Is that what you want, sweetheart?’ he asks. Frank nods and tells him that she said she’d do whatever it takes to help make things right. ‘Dad!’ Nancy exclaims. Frank tells Darryl to stay put and moves back over to where his daughter is standing.

Looking anxious and agitated, Frank sternly tells his daughter that this is something she must do for him. His job is on the line. His whole career. Everything he worked for. She looks confused. Frank continues, pleading with his daughter to just do what Darryl wants for five minutes. It won’t take longer than that. It won’t be much different from all the boys at school. Nancy steps back, shocked. ‘I can’t believe you’re asking me to sleep with your boss!’ She whispers. Frank takes another deep breath. ‘He’s all talk, Nancy. It won’t last more than five minutes.’ Nancy shakes her head in disbelief. ‘You fucking coward!’ She stammers. Frank grabs her, pulling her in close to him, and demands that she help him. She did this to him. She promised to do whatever it takes to get him out of it.

Darryl clears his throat. Frank drops his daughter and steps back. The trio stare at each other, not sure who should make the first move. Nancy is shaking her head at her dad, full of hatred. Finally, she turns to Darryl. ‘I’m sure your cock is way bigger than my dad’s,’ she says. ‘Why don’t you take it out and let me see it?’ Frank goes to interject when Darryl, smiling, steps between them and tells the father to go wait outside. The staff meeting is just about to end, and they need privacy. Frank goes outside and shuts the door, leaning against the doorway. He lets out another deep breath and punches the wall beside him.

Inside, Darryl puts the moves on submissive Nancy, who is so angry at her father’s betrayal that she wants to be as loud as possible. BG Sex Sequence with CP, intercut with a few shots of Frank outside waiting and listening as his co-workers occasionally file past him at the office. He looks dejected.

After they’ve finished, Frank is called back in. He enters to discover his daughter, naked and sweaty all over his desk with cum dripping from her pussy. Darryl is doing up his zipper with a big smile on his face. He walks past Frank and pats him on the back, thanking him for the ride. Frank asks nervously if tomorrow will still work for the LOI. Darryl grabs the cardboard box and pushes it into Frank’s hands. ‘I told you, you’re fired.’ He says. ‘Just because you sell out your step-daughter, doesn’t mean you have a job. Why would I keep a scumbag like that? Now clear out your shit … I want you gone by the end of the day.’ He leaves.

Frank turns to Nancy, sprawled out on his desk. He hates her. She hates him. ‘I hope you’re satisfied, dad.’ She tells him. Frank is lost, staring at his daughter’s glistening pussy. He can’t believe what just happened. ‘Just get up and get dressed,’ he mutters. But Nancy doesn’t move. ‘I’m going to tell mom everything,’ she continues. ‘I’m going to tell my guidance counselor. I might even call the police.’ Frank orders her not to do that. He’s suffered enough. Nancy laughs. ‘You tried to use me as collateral, dad, after all the self-righteous bullshit you’ve put me through. You’re lucky I thought he was sexy!’ Frank snaps at her to shut up. ‘No, you shut up!’ She screams. ‘I know how you’ve looked at me. I know how much secretly got off on the idea that I’m a slut. Well, now you have it.’ Frank calls her a whore. ”You act like me dressing sexy is so bad, but I bet it”s just because you can”t admit it turns you on, getting turned on by your step-daughter like a fucking creep.’ She continues to rant. Frank looms over her and tells her to shut up again. She continues, ‘Well go ahead and look, dad, actually why stop there. I already let your boss fuck me, might as well let you fuck me too dad, because I’m just a slut who’ll let anybody fuck me, right? Go ahead, fuck me, so you can have his sloppy seconds like the loser you are.’ and then Frank scowls at her and then unzips his pants and angrily plunges his dick into her. This descends into the second BG Sex Sequence with CP. After Frank has cum inside his step-daughter’s pussy, they dress in silence as he packs up his desk and puts it inside the cardboard box. They exit the office.

Jekyll & Dad, Scene #01

JEKYLL & DAD
CONSERVATIVE DAD BY DAY AGGRESSIVELY FUCKS HIS STEP-DAUGHTER EACH NIGHT

SCENE OPENS on an over-the-shoulder tracking shot of Lucy, a 19-year-old teen, as she reads aloud from a Spanish book, talking to her friend Emma through a closed bathroom door. When Emma doesn’t respond, she gets anxious and checks on her, seeing she’s not there. She must’ve left the bathroom using the other door. We follow her in an extended tracking shot as she heads out into the hall and starts looking for her friend – first in the nearby bathroom where Emma was supposed to be, then when she finds it to be empty, she searches the various rooms of her house. She moves at a fast, worried pace, and quickens even more as she gets more and more panicked with each empty room she finds. Every so often, she calls out Emma’s name with increasing panic and volume in her voice.

Finally on the opposite end of the house outside another bathroom she finds her friend Emma — who seems to be having a perfectly friendly chat with Lucy’s step-dad, Mr. Edwards. They look up at her a bit in surprise as she comes stumbling in, looking a bit panicked and out of breath. She tries to play it cool, saying ‘There you are!’ to Emma with a feigned smile as she tries to calm herself down. Emma explains that they were out of toilet paper in the other bathroom so she went off looking for another bathroom, and she was just heading back when she ran into Lucy’s dad and they started chatting. Emma gushes that ‘I had no idea your step-dad’s a policeman, Lucy, you never talk about him!’ Lucy comes up with a lame excuse, while Mr. Edwards waves off Emma’s interest in his line of work saying it’s really no big deal, he just has always wanted to help people, and so on. Mr. Edwards comes off as mild-mannered and jovial as he talks, but Lucy seems in a hurry to bring Emma back to her room, saying they should get back to studying if they want any hope of doing well on their finals.

Mr. Edwards suggests that Emma should stay for dinner, but Lucy interrupts saying Emma can’t stay, she has piano lessons later. Mr. Edwards tells Emma that she’s welcome if she changes her mind, or if she wants to come back after her lessons for a late night study session. He makes a mean pot of coffee! Emma graciously thanks him, while Lucy continues to come up with excuses and tries to subtly pull Emma out of the room. A bit flustered, Emma manages to say it was nice meeting him, before giving in to Lucy’s shepherding tactics. Mr. Edwards calls out to the girls that it was a pleasure to meet her too. Once the girls are out of sight, Mr. Edwards’ hand slowly balls up into a tight fist, trembling with rage. Without warning, he slams his fist against the nearby wall as the picture cuts to black in time with the THUD.

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Later that evening, Lucy and her step-father are finishing up a meal in silence at the dining room table. Mr. Edwards continues to give off a mild-mannered, very civil appearance as he eats small bites with a fork and knife, a napkin spread across his lap. Lucy meanwhile has a distant facial expression as she stares down at her food, and her body language (arms folded, one leg rubbing up and down the length of the other) is nervous and guarded.

That Emma sure seems like a nice girl, Mr. Edwards remarks to Lucy. ‘She’s 19, same age as you?’ he asks. Lucy’s eyes dart up at him but quickly dart back to her food, as if she doesn’t want him to notice her reacting. Lucy says she guesses Emma’s alright, she only really knows her from calculus class. Mr. Edwards jovially says that’s not what Emma told him earlier, she says the two of them have known each other for over a year. In fact, she was surprised at how long it took Lucy to invite her over to their house for once. ‘Well,’ he says as he picks his napkin up from his lap, dabs his face gently with it, and then crumples it up and places it on his plate, ‘it’s a shame about Emma. Guess it’ll be just us two tonight.’ Mr. Edwards takes a pause to enthusiastically eat a bite of his food, and then says ‘What did you think of my little trick with the toilet paper?’ Lucy tells him that he’s a sick fuck, doesn’t he know that, and asks when this is all going to stop.

He snorts and ignores her, instead telling her that she should eat up since she’s hardly touched her food. He then continues on to say that it’s his responsibility to take care of her, especially after Lucy’s ‘little accident.’ He’s put his career on the line for Lucy. ‘If you mother were here, things would be different, but we all know whose fault that is, don’t we?’ he accuses Lucy. He rises from his chair and stands menacingly behind her. So when is this going to end? It can all end with one little trip to the police station so that they can tell everyone what Lucy did, or they could just go on with the arrangement they have now. Lucy stares at her food as Mr. Edwards continues to taunt her. The choice is hers. Does she want to go down to the station and tell the truth? Does she want to spend 10-15 years in jail? No? Then she wants to keep doing what they’re doing? Lucy quietly gives in and says yes. Mr. Edwards backs up and tells her to go finish her homework while he washes up. ‘I’ll come see you in a bit, huh?’ he says in a fatherly tone that highlights how twisted he really is.

CUT TO a teen’s bedroom, in the dark. Lucy waits sitting curled upright on the edge of the bed in a nightshirt and panties, staring with dead eyes at the closed bedroom door. After several long seconds of waiting, the doorknob turns slowly, and Lucy’s body tenses up. It opens, and her father in only his boxers stands framed in the doorway, a silhouette against the light of the hallway. His posture is completely different, looming menacingly with his two hands clutching the sides of the door frame as if ready to rip the frame off. ‘Are you ready to kiss your step-dad goodnight, Lucy?’ he says in a taunting, growly voice.

The Housemaid’s Tale, Scene #01

THE HOUSEMAID’S TALE
WEALTHY MAN INTIMIDATES HIS EUROPEAN MAID INTO CLEANING FOR HIM IN THE NUDE

A wealthy man (Charles Dera) comes down the stairs of his house and turns the corner into the living room. He is distracted by his phone, and without looking, he accidentally bumps into a woman (Valentina Nappi), a housemaid who was cleaning in the room. He apologizes, and remarks that she must be the new maid the cleaning company sent over. She responds yes, with a noticeable accent but her english is otherwise quite good. He welcomes her to the payroll, and she replies ‘Thank you, Mr. Bradley’ in a polite and respectful tone. He tells her there’s no need to be so formal, please call him Trent. He asks her for her name — he’s clearly into her. She introduces herself as Rosa. As he listens he notices her accent more, and asks her where she’s from. She replies that she’s Italian. ‘Ah, Italian!’ he exclaims, and boasts that he speaks a little Italian himself. He recites a small phrase in French, and Rosa nervously responds that she doesn’t know French. Trent dismisses his blunder, then boasts that he travels a lot for work and he’s been all over the world. He asks if she likes to travel and she says that she’d never been out of Italy until she moved here a few months ago, her family didn’t have much money growing up and since coming to the States she’s been cleaning houses for a living and sending some of her wages back to them when she can afford to. Trent misses the point, and tells her that she’s missing out if she’s never traveled for fun, getting uncomfortably close to Rosa. It’s clear that she’s unhappy with his close proximity, but he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

Trent seems emboldened by what he mistakes as Rosa being friendly instead of just polite. He asks her if she’s ever been to one of the local Italian restaurants, a fancy-sounding one. Rosa gives a strained smile at his tone-deaf question and says no, she hasn’t. Trent was clearly expecting this answer, and says that’s perfect, he can take her there sometime! There’s no better five-star restaurant in the area, he knows the head chef personally. Rosa interrupts him and tells him she’s flattered, but she makes it a policy not to date clients. Trent’s smile wavers, and he starts chuckling to himself out of embarrassment. ‘Oh what, you thought I was asking you out on a date?’ he laughs, and then in a bit of a more petty tone, he says ‘You must think I’m some kind of fucking loser to pay my maid to go on a date with me.’ Rosa starts to apologize, she thought- ‘Yeah, I know what you thought,’ Trent interrupts, and his rude tone gradually gets worse as he starts to rant at her. ‘Let me tell you, I do just fine. I’ve dated supermodels, I’ve dated fucking pop stars, trust me, I don’t need to be hitting on my fucking maid, OK?’

As her boss gets more and more riled up, Rosa tries to calm him down. Finally she admits he’s right, she’s so sorry, and to make him feel better about himself she lies and says she must have misunderstood, english isn’t her first language after all, she sometimes misunderstands things. The fact she acted like he was right seems to cool Trent down, and he starts to treat her nicely again, patronizing her even. Oh, of course, how silly of him, apology accepted. Sometimes he forgets who he’s talking to, but he didn’t mean to be so insensitive. He’ll try to speak a bit slower from now on so she can understand better. Reluctantly, Rosa says thank you, and he says he’ll leave her to her work then. He walks past her and gives her a pat on the shoulder, not noticing that she flinches slightly at his touch. He keeps walking away from the camera and out of focus, as Rosa stands there looking shaken.

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CUT TO days later, Rosa is on her knees scrubbing the floor with a sponge or rag, and wearing rubber cleaning gloves. She is wearing a nicer outfit than the previous encounter, one that accents her curves nicely and reveals a bit of her legs and cleavage, though it still looks on the plain, sensible and affordable side. She’s wearing a cleaning apron to keep the clothes relatively clean. Trent comes down the stairs and quietly approaches nearer to her, with the camera following his male gaze POV as he watches her with voyeuristic intent.

After a long moment of watching her silently, Trent says what a nice dress she’s wearing. Rosa is startled for a moment, then sighs in relief. ‘I didn’t see you standing there, Mr. Bradley!’ she scolds him with a nervous laugh. He apologizes for scaring her, and says he hopes she’s not still on edge from what happened the other day. Rosa, clearly lying, says no, of course not, he’s the customer and it’s her job to keep him happy. Trent, oblivious, says that’s good and he’s glad they were able to work things out. He watches for a few more moments and then compliments her on the dress. She looks up at him with a smile and says thanks, does he like it? She’s wearing it for someone special. Trent raises his eyebrows, grins, and says ‘Are you, now,’ thinking she meant him. Rosa says yes as she turns her attention back to scrubbing, and continues saying she has something very special planned for the night. Trent asks her to go on, and she seems to warm up to him a bit since his apology and becomes a bit more talkative. She tells him she’s planning a romantic candlelit dinner, followed by a delicious dessert… although if all goes according to plan, ‘we won’t make it to dessert!’ She lets out a hearty laugh. Trent remarks that that’s very forward of her to say. Rosa looks back at him with a wink and says that she’s Italian, passion runs in her blood. She and Trent continue to talk about her planned special night, with him still thinking it’s him she’s talking about. She asks if she can leave an hour early to get ready and he agrees.

Rosa thanks him graciously as she starts to collect her supplies from around the floor, and says that her boyfriend is going to be so surprised. Mr. Bradley’s face cracks, her boyfriend? Rosa says yes, her boyfriend, for their three month anniversary, didn’t she say so earlier? Mr. Bradley gets up slowly and starts to walk towards her with a heavy step. No, he says angrily, she didn’t say so earlier. Rosa starts to say oh, well who else did he think she was referring to? But before she can finish, Trent interrupts her in a raised voice. ‘I’m not paying you to run off and fuck your fucking boyfriend!’ he shouts. He continues, talking about how she’s prancing around in the dress, trying to turn him on, and now she’s going to reject him to go fuck her boyfriend? And she wants him to pay for it? All it takes is one phone call from him and she’ll be deported so fast. Trent stomps past her and kicks the bucket of water next to her, causing it to spill onto the floor. There, he says without looking back at her, there’s some work to do, she can clean that up.

The next day, Rosa arrives at the house and is surprised to be met by Trent upon arrival. She remarks nervously that she didn’t expect him home this morning, usually he’s in the office until much later. How was her date? Trent asks. Rosa says nervously that it was fine, but doesn’t elaborate. Trent looks her up and down, seeing she’s wearing very plain clothes. He remarks that she’s not all dressed up today, in fact pretty much the opposite. Rosa replies that these clothes seemed more work-appropriate. Trent tells her he disagrees – he liked it when he could see a bit of skin. In fact, he wants to see a lot more. He wants her to strip naked and clean his house in the nude today. Rosa spins around, clutching her supplies in shock. He wants what? Trent says, ‘You don’t want all that money to stop going to your parents, do you?’ She’s worried and says that he wouldn’t do that, and he says, ‘You can try me!’ He then tells her that he just wants to help her and her family… Looking sad and humiliated, Rosa reluctantly says ‘fine’ and starts stripping out of her clothing, throwing them onto the floor in what little protest she can give.

As she strips, Trent stares with great interest. When she’s finally naked, he instructs her to start cleaning. She begins scrubbing down the sink and he tells her she missed a spot, and another spot, and another…

Rosa turns and see that Trent has his cock out. She recoils, saying that this has gone too far while Trent says it’s only just started. As he undresses, he tells her that it’d be a shame if she had to fly away, never to see her boyfriend again… Does she understand the words that are coming out of his mouth? So she knows what she has to do. Rosa’s hesitant but finally goes down on her knees with a defeated, ‘fine.’

Fool Me Once, Scene #01

FOOL ME ONCE…
OBSESSED STALKER TEEN LURES UNSUSPECTING CRUSH INTO SEX TRAP

SCENE OPENS on a teen, Kimberly, as she unlocks the door to her house and lets in her companion, a handsome young man, Jamal, only a few years older than her. They are both wearing gym clothes with gym bags slung over their shoulders, and are sipping on smoothies as they engage in lively small talk. They seem to have great chemistry together. Jamal remarks that Kimberly has a really nice place, and she replies that her family is pretty well off so when it came time that she wanted to move out on her own when she turned 18, her parents paid for everything. She jokes that she always gets what she wants, and Jamal suavely asks her what it is she wants right now. ‘You’ll see,’ Kimberly says teasingly. She leads him in to the living room and invites him to get comfortable.

Jamal asks Kimberly how long she’s been going to that gym, and she says she joined probably about two months ago? What a coincidence, Jamal says, it’s been about two months for him too. He remarks that they seem to have similar schedules too, he jokes that it feels like he’s seen her almost every time he’s been there. And yet it took him this long to come up and say hi? Kimberly asks with a smirk. Jamal chuckles and says he likes to take things slow but that Kimberly definitely caught his eye right away. Kimberly asks him what about her caught his eye right away? With a laugh and a gesture towards her whole body, Jamal asks besides the obvious? Well, he did actually also happen to notice she was wearing a t-shirt of his favorite band. Kimberly seems surprised, that band is his favorite? It’s hers too! They both gush about the band for a bit, and compare some other bands they like as well as listing off other favorites, like favorite foods and colors. Both of them seem excited and shocked to learn how many interests and activities they have in common.

Kimberly mentions it’s crazy it took them so long to meet each other with so much in common, and that they should do one of their shared activities together sometime. This encourages Jamal to turn on the charm, and he hints to Kimberly that he bets there’s one other activity they could do if she’s interested. Kimberly takes the hint and flirts back, saying that he read her mind. That’s exactly what she wants, right now. ‘And you always get what you want, right?’ Jamal asks with a smile as he leans in closer to her. ‘You bet I do,’ Kimberly replies. Their faces are inches away, and there’s a moment of electric tension before they close the gap and start kissing intensely, with tongue. Jamal’s hands move over Kimberly’s upper body, feeling her up over her clothes as they make out.

After a good half-minute, Kimberly breaks away. She tells him she just wants to freshen up for a second in the bathroom before they go further, and Jamal says no problem. He jokes that she knows where to find him when she gets back. Kimberly laughs and makes her way to the bathroom. Once there, she closes the door and pulls out her phone with a greedy, secretive look on her face.

Kimberly wets her finger with her tongue and slips it down her pants to finger her pussy teasingly for a few seconds as she stares at her phone, pleasuring herself to the voyeuristic pictures she’d taken of Jamal from a previous day. Then she closes the phone and puts it back away, and opens up her bathroom drawer. She pulls out a sterile specimen cup, the seal not yet broken, and hides it discreetly in her hand behind her back. She gives a quick check in the mirror of her appearance, and then leaves the bathroom, turning off the light and closing the door behind her, shutting out the camera as we catch a last glimpse of the specimen cup in her hand.

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Kimberly comes back to the couch and says she hopes Jamal wasn’t kept waiting too long. Jamal says he likes to take things slow, remember? He’d only ever get with a woman he thinks is worth waiting for. Kimberly remarks that he’s quite the gentleman… but she hopes he knows how to be a bit of an animal too. Jamal boasts that he can be as nasty as she wants him to be. Kimberly stealthily tucks the specimen cup behind her back somewhere nearby but out of sight, and then straddles his lap instead of taking her seat back beside him. Her ass sticks out teasingly in this position, and Jamal puts his hands firmly on either side of her ass over her clothes and starts groping her cheeks as they resume making out. Kimberly encourages him to keep being nasty and playfully calls Jamal ‘Mr. Williams’ , at which point Jamal slows for a second and remarks that he doesn’t remember ever telling her his last name, did he? Kimberly lies and says she overheard the greeter at the gym call him that one time, and Jamal believes her.

They continue to kiss and grope each other as Kimberly straddles Jamal. He peels her top off revealing her sports bra, and plays with lowering her pants and tugging teasingly at her thong. Kimberly also lifts Jamal’s shirt up and eventually off. As she traces her finger along his facial hair, she remarks that she likes it way better than when he was completely shaven, she finds it way more sexy and distinguished. Jamal chuckles but it quickly turns to nervous laughter, and he takes her hand in his and pulls it back. He hasn’t been completely shaven for four months, he says. But she’s only seen him for two months. Kimberly casually tries to convince him that no, he definitely was completely shaven at the gym, she remembers he had it when he took that spin class she was in. Yeah, Jamal says, at his old gym. He hasn’t taken any classes since he joined the new gym. Right, Kimberly continues as if nothing is wrong, his old gym across the street from his house. He doesn’t remember her from there too? Jamal’s voice grows more concerned and he says no, he doesn’t. But more importantly, how does she know where he lives? Kimberly doesn’t have an answer, and Jamal tosses her off his lap and spits out the truth – she’s some kind of fucking stalker or something, isn’t she?!

Jamal realizes more and more how much Kimberly had fooled him. He gets up to get farther away from her. All that stuff she said they had in common, that was just bullshit, wasn’t it, she’s just like obsessed with him or some shit. Kimberly gets up too to try to close the distance between them. She swears that no, maybe it’s true she hadn’t tried most of that stuff before meeting Jamal but once she found out what he liked, she started learning more about it all and she really does love it. Jamal calls her a crazy bitch, she just stalked him and invaded his privacy and then tried to trick him into fucking her. He’s getting the hell out of here.

Desperate, Kimberly tells him he can’t go. Jamal says ‘Watch me,’ and pushes past her, snatching up his shirt from the couch. Kimberly hesitates for a moment, but seeing she has no other choice, she blurts out that she’ll tell everyone all his secrets if he leaves. He stops, but is reluctant to believe her. What secrets, he asks. ‘Gloria’ she replies, and Jamal’s shocked that she knows about his wife. Also about Sarah, a mistress… Kimberly can tell Gloria all about his weekly trips to the motel at the next PTA meeting for his son…

Jamal keeps from shouting, though it’s clear that he’s barely holding back his anger. She’s fucking crazy, does she know that? Like seriously unhinged. How can she say she loves him, and then threaten to ruin his life? Kimberly insists that Jamal only has two options: making love to her or Gloria finding out all about Sarah. Jamal shakes his head again and mutters another insult about how fucked up this is under his breath, then says ‘Let’s just get this over with…’ He pushes her face-down onto the couch since he doesn’t even want to see her face while he does what he has to do.