Tag: Revenge

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!

It Slipped In, Scene #01

IT SLIPPED IN
TEEN AND HER BFF TRICK MEAN BROTHER INTO FUCKING HIS SISTER

Jenny (Carolina Sweets) and her friend Sandra (Whitney Wright) are giggling and gossiping in Jenny’s room as they study for an upcoming text, textbooks sprawled across the bed and floor. Jenny comes across as much shyer than her friend, who is proudly listing off her sexual conquests – Jenny marvels at how experienced she is for being just 19 (even at times being shocked at the perverse things her friend is admitting to have done) and especially how nonchalant she is about it. Sandra asks, well what about her, surely she has SOME kiss-and-tell stories she can share? Jenny admits not really, she’s kissed a few boys but never anything more serious than some over-the-clothes fondling.

It’s about then that Dane (Lucas Frost) is walking past in the hallway and butts into the conversation. He remarks that it’s no wonder that nobody is ever going to have sex with Jenny when she looks so ugly, she’s unfuckable. Jenny tries to tell her older step-brother to stop, but clearly has trouble standing up to him, and Sandra looks on silently fuming as Dane takes advantage of his younger step-sister’s shyness to talk over her and continue to pick on her. He makes fun of her nerdy clothing, saying it looks more like what someone in their sixties would wear, not someone who’s barely 18. He makes fun of her glasses. He says that he’s glad he’s not really related to her because he’d hate to think if his future kids had a chance of looking anything like her. Finally, Jenny loses her calm and shrieks at him to leave. Dane ends the conversation with a final insult, telling her to go back to studying since books are the only thing that are as dull as she is.

When he’s gone, Sandra stops holding her tongue and tells her friend that she can’t believe how horrible Jenny’s older step-brother is. How long has she been putting up with that? Jenny says ever since he moved in with them, two years ago. Sandra tells her that she would never put up with that kind of torment, and Jenny confesses she feels like she has no choice, he’s so loud and rude and she’s so quiet and reserved that he basically can walk all over her. Sandra tells her that he needs to be taught a lesson, she doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment and he’ll just keep doing it until he sees there are consequences for his actions. Besides, she says, what if he’s doing this kind of thing to other poor girls at school?

Hearing this, Jenny starts to grow a backbone – her friend is right, she would never want anybody else to feel as shitty as he makes her feel. But what could she possibly do to make him so regretful that he would never think of tormenting her again? He obviously doesn’t feel bad when she cries or tells him to stop. No, Sandra agrees, bullies like that only understand one language, and that’s an eye for an eye. He’s been humiliating her, so she needs to do something to make him feel humiliated back. Something that’s the ultimate revenge for telling her nobody would have sex with her, something that he’ll remember every single time he sees her that’ll trigger him. Like what? Jenny asks. Sandra gets a devious look in her eye and says she knows just the thing.

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Sandra plays innocent as she walks down the hall towards Dane’s room, where he is taking a shower. She waits until he comes out, surprising him. ‘Whatcha doing?’ Sandra says with a flirty smile. Oh, he says, he thought she was his step-sister. Aren’t the two of them supposed to be studying for some big test? Sandra says yes, but they’re going to be studying all night, and she needed a break. But Jenny wants to keep going and doesn’t want a break. Such a nerd, huh!? she says lightly. Dane chuckles and agrees. Aren’t they friends though? Sandra says kinda, and explains that that’s the thing about friends, is it pays off to keep a wide circle of ‘friends’ who can each give her something she doesn’t already have. Like the answers to all the tests, she says with a wink. Dane laughs and shakes his head, impressed at her bluntness. Or, she continues, like a cute older brother who she can blow off some steam with during a study break. Dane looks up at her, surprised and speechless, clearly not used to getting hit on despite all his bravado.

She moves in closer to him, crossing the threshold into his room. ‘You know,’ she says, ‘we could be ‘friends’ too…’ She starts to squat lower to meet his eye level, and she moves her hand to crawl her fingers up his knee like a spider. ‘I bet YOU could give me something I don’t already have, too…’ she says seductively as her hand goes towards his inner thigh, almost right up to his crotch. He chuckles nervously, here? Now? What if his sister comes looking for her? Sandra smiles and says she’s got her nose buried in books, she won’t be going anywhere. So what does he say, does he want to have a little fun? Dane nods nervously but enthusiastically.

Sandra starts playing with his chest over his clothes and giggling as she feels him up. She lifts his shirt up slightly, ooh, she giggles, a six-pack. He blushes and tries to boast a bit lamely saying yeah, he works out a lot. She then starts unbuttoning his pants, saying what other fun surprises is she going to find. Then her face brightens and she says she has an idea, why doesn’t she give him a couple of surprises of her own? Wouldn’t it be fun if he doesn’t see what she’s doing? That way she could give him all sorts of fun surprises, things she’s sure he’s going to like. Dane seems hesitant, so Sandra continues to coax him, saying that she’s heard that all the other senses are heightened when you can’t see what’s going on. Hearing… TOUCH, she says, as she strokes his leg with her hand… tasssste, she says, as she moves her lips inches away from his tauntingly. Dane breathes heavily and says o-okay, sure. Sandra gives him a flirty compliment saying he’s so brave, willing to try something new, she likes that. She gets him to close his eyes – or, optionally, perhaps she lifts his shirt and pulls it over his head so that the shirt covers his face. Now, she says, lie back and relax.

As Dane gets comfortable, Sandra gestures outside to the hall for someone to approach. Jenny tiptoes into the room, careful not to make any noise, and Sandra helps her get into position right where she was kneeling. ‘Now,’ Sandra says from just beside Jenny to confuse the brother, ‘are you ready?’ Yeah, the brother says with his eyes covered, he’s so ready!

Jenny unzips his pants, trying hard not to laugh as she and Sandra exchange looks of shock and disbelief that this is happening. Jenny takes his dick out from his boxers and starts stroking it. Dane moans in pleasure. Jenny strokes it for a little while as Sandra teases Dane verbally. Finally she asks if he wants his next surprise – it’s a wet one. Dane says yes, he wants it so bad. Jenny looks to her friend for a moment uncertainly, but her friend urges her silently to go for it, and Jenny opens her mouth and swirls her tongue along the tip of her brother’s dick. Ohhh! he moans in surprise. Ooh, Sandra says, so sensitive! Jenny goes further, starting to suck and lick her brother’s hard cock. Sandra is careful to tease him verbally only when his sister pulls away momentarily, to keep the ruse going.

Finally, Sandra says she has one more surprise for him, a really… tight surprise. Jenny looks at her friend in surprise and shakes her head, mouthing no, it’s too much. Sandra says out loud in a flirty voice, ‘Do you trust me?’, clearly talking to Jenny but making Dane believe she’s asking him. Sandra is about to say no again, but Dane interrupts saying yeah, he trusts her, do it! Jenny bites her lip and looks over at her brother, then her friend, who is nodding vigorously with an evil glint in her eye.

And All Through The House, Scene #01

AND ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE
UNHINGED MALL SANTA GETS BACK AT EX-BOSS BY FUCKING DAUGHTER

Larry (Derrick Pierce) is being escorted down a hallway by security. He is wearing a Santa Claus outfit. He is nervous as he tries to make small talk with security, asking if they’ve finished their Christmas shopping yet, but he’s ignored.

There is not a smile to be seen on Mr. Willis’s face as the mall manager directs Larry to take a seat, gesturing to the chair across from the desk. Larry tries to start with small talk, spotting the framed picture of Mr. Willis’s teenage daughter, Carrie Ann (Emily Willis), on the desk. He smiles and asks Mr. Willis how the daughter’s doing? She just turned 18 a few weeks ago, right? Mr. Willis curtly responds with ‘Yeah, she’s 18, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything,’ and rotates the picture away from Larry, seemingly eager to end the conversation there.

Mr. Willis sternly tells Larry that he’s been called in for more pressing matters. There’s been a lot of complaints about his behaviour, particularly around female teenagers… Larry looks anxious as he watches Mr. Willis leisurely suck on a candy cane. He tells Mr. Willis that you can’t believe anything that teenagers say, really — they lie! He’s sure that some of them were even purposely trying to get a rise out of him! He’s been doing a GREAT job! The little ones love him — there’s no denying that. Their faces light up so much when he asks them what they want for Christmas…

Mr. Willis is not moved by Larry’s attempts to sway the manager. The manager firmly asserts that they can’t keep Larry as a mall Santa for any longer. It’s a family establishment and the mall is not going to risk a scandal for some replaceable loser.

Where’s Mr. Willis’s Christmas spirit, Larry insists, begging for sympathy. Has has a family to provide for, too. It’s right before Christmas! The boss tells Larry again that he needs to leave immediately. If he doesn’t, Mr. Willis has no issue getting the cops involved.

‘Oh, what, the MALL cops?’ Larry mocks. He then tries to attack Mr. Willis, but the same security guard grabs him. Larry argues and shouts the whole time as he’s dragged out, looking more and more unhinged, telling Mr. Willis that they’re going to pay.

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CUT to outside later that day, when Mr. Willis returns home from work. When Mr. Willis is gone, Larry emerges from the backseat of the car with a crowbar.

Larry is decked in his full Santa suit except the beard, Larry himself looking slightly dirty and disheveled, and is slowly dragging a crowbar at his feet as he approaches Mr. Willis’s house. He sees Mr. Willis and Carrie Ann through a front window. They look happy as they hang the last few decorations on a Christmas tree. They are talking to one another but we only see their lips moving. Carrie Ann is the main focus now, looking so cute and innocent in her Christmas PJs. Now he just has to wait…

When it becomes dark, Larry makes his move. To his surprise, the door is left unlocked and ajar, so he lets himself inside. He carefully creeps through the house, his eyes lingering on anything Christmas-related that paints the household as happy and normal. He stops by the Christmas tree and plucks a candy cane off a branch. Larry then continues stealthily through the house. He pauses briefly as he sees Mr. Willis sleeping in his bedroom, then continues on.

He still has his crowbar with him the whole time, lightly smacking it against his palm or tapping it against his leg as he walks. He continues down a hall, then reaches a door with girly decorations on it, which signals that it belongs to the daughter. He seems to deliberate for a moment – continue down the hall, or change his plans? – then seems to have a change of heart and turns, slowly opening Carrie Ann’s door.

Carrie Ann is in a state of deep rest tucked away in bed and is wearing Christmas PJs. Larry slowly approaches her bed, setting the crowbar quietly down. He looms menacingly over her, gazing over her body with the male gaze POV as he slowly pulls down her blanket to get a look at her full body. Even though she’s wearing innocent PJs, her shirt’s pulled away from her shoulder a bit, showing bare skin. His gloved fingers twitch with anticipation as he slowly reaches out as if to touch her, though he doesn’t quite.

She stirs, groggy and disoriented, seemingly confused about the presence of someone else in her room, though she can’t see clearly. She rubs at her eyes and sees Larry, squinting at him. ‘Santa? Wait, am I dreaming?’ she questions. Larry shushes her, saying, ‘Yeah, sure, sweetheart. This is a dream, why not?’ Now that she’s up, he sits down on the bed beside her and runs a hand over her leg, telling her that Santa came to check up on her. She’s still a bit groggy and trying to get her bearings. If this is a dream, why does he have a crowbar? Larry pauses a moment and mentions that Santa had to do some emergency repairs on his sleigh, so… Even as he says this, he moves closer to her, being slow and methodical. Although Carrie Ann lightly tries to back away into the bed’s headrest at first, admitting that this is a really weird dream, she tells Santa that she thought he’d look… different. He looks… handsome. Larry gives a sleazy disgusting grin and says Santa likes how she looks too in her cute little PJs.

She asks why Santa’s here and not downstairs – he tells her that her parent Mr. Willis has been very bad this year and is on Santa’s naughty list, but he wanted to give Carrie Ann the chance to prove she belongs on the nice list. Carrie Ann mumbles groggily that she wants to be on the nice list. Larry says that that means she has to do what Santa says, does she understand? Santa has a very special present for her this year but only if she behaves…

The Grade, Scene #01

THE GRADE
Teen Student Fucks Her Teacher after Persuading Him

The scene opens on Veronica, an 18-year-old high school student, as she sits in her darkened room. Her bed is littered with school books, notepads, tissues and scrunched up papers … including a term paper she recently got back from her teacher. Despite all her efforts, Mr. Pullman has given her a failing grade and the teenager is devastated. She sits slouched over, in the middle of the bed, with a boxcutter in her hand, tempting fate by tracing the blade back and forth across her skin. The door knocks, startling the girl. From outside, her mother softly asks if she will come out of her room now. Veronica screams no. The mother pleads with her, telling her to please just unlock the door and come downstairs. It’s only one semester she’ll have to repeat … she can even do it over the summer. Veronica tells her mom to leave her alone and wipes her eyes. She picks up the term paper and stares at it hard, before ripping it to shreds. ‘There is no fucking way I’m failing this year because of you,’ she mutters.

A tea kettle whistles. Mr. Pullman, dressed comfortably at home, comes into the kitchen and takes the kettle off the stove. He pours himself a cup of tea and, poking his head around the corner, yells up to his wife that’s he’s going to spend some quiet time alone in his study. He still has so many papers to grade.

The man walks into his study and sits down on the couch, a stack of papers neatly organized in front of him alongside his grading pen and laptop. You get the sense that he is very organized. He picks up a paper and begins to go through it when the door knocks. Surprised, he walks over to the door and opens it to reveal Veronica standing there. She has cleaned herself up and is neatly dressed, a stark contrast to how she looked before. When he asks what she is doing at his house, the girl invites herself inside and informs Mr. Pullman that she needs to speak with him. It’s urgent. He shuts the door and follows her back inside, cautiously looking over his shoulder to see if his wife has heard. The house remains still.

He invites the girl to sit down on the couch and takes a seat on his arm chair, giving adequate distance between them. He asks again what she is doing at his house on a Friday night. How did she even get his address? This is generally not considered acceptable by school policy. Veronica apologizes for the intrusion and, speaking very politely, asks her teacher if he can simply explain to her why he gave the failing grade on her term paper. Mr. Pullman takes a breath before launching into his explanation, highlighting all the historical inaccuracies she gave and hinting that he suspected plagiarism. Veronica stares at him coldly, asking him to repeat himself several times. She picks up some of the papers he has neatly stacked and belligerently asks if these are plagiarized as well. She starts to randomly read them and make comments as she throws the papers around his room. Frustrated, especially when she starts to rip up pages, Mr. Pullman grabs her wrist and throws her back down on the couch. He orders her to stop and tells her that his wife is upstairs. She cannot just come into his house and disrupt everything like this because of a bad grade.

The Gold Star, Scene #01

THE GOLD STAR
LESBIAN LOSES VIRGINITY TO POLITICAN TO PROTECT HER GIRLFRIEND

SCENE opens on two young women, Gia and Alex, as they sit close together on Alex’s couch cuddled under a blanket. The pair have been secretly seeing each other for over almost two years but, in the conservative small town they live in, their kind of love is not accepted. Gia is engaged to the town’s deputy major, Gabriel Dwight. Well known in the community, Gabriel was Gia’s high school sweetheart: captain of the football team, all state in track, and now the expecting father of her baby. The woman kicks off the blanket, revealing her belly, and slowly slides her feet over to Alex’s lap. Alex is busy looking at real estate listings back east. She seems determined and serious while Gia drifts in and out of a baby name book. The camera shows Alex scrolling through the listings, while trying to ignore Gia’s footsies. Finally, she shuts her laptop, a smile sneaking across her face.

‘Did you get any callbacks on the resumes you sent out?’ She asks. Gia shakes her head, adding that it’s only been a few days. ‘But you did make at least copies of the forms, right?’ Alex adds. Gia sits up and puts her arms around her lover. ‘Yes baby,’ she says. ‘I did everything you asked. I filled out the forms, I sent them and the copies to the court clerk in New York. We just have to schedule a hearing when we get there and then they will legalize the name change.’ Alex looks relieved. She’s been planning their exit for months now, ever since she found out that Gia was pregnant. Alex knew it wasn’t her girlfriend’s fault. Gabriel was controlling and manipulative. But now they have the perfect opportunity to leave and make a family somewhere more accepting. ‘I’m going to marry you as soon as we hit Virginia!’ She says proudly. Gia hugs and kisses her, teasing her for being such a goldstar before crawling onto her lap and pulling out some paint samples. They start looking at options for their future baby’s room when Gia gets a call from Gabriel, ordering her to come home immediately. The happiness drains from her face as she submissively agrees. Alex looks furious. She hates him so much, but she knows it’ll only be a couple more weeks before everything is ready for them to run away. She assures her girlfriend to stay strong and act like everything is normal. He can’t suspect a thing. They share a passionate kiss and Gia hurriedly exits Alex’s apartment.

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Several days pass. Alex has been frantically trying Gia’s phone but there is no response. Finally, she gets the message that her girlfriend’s voicemail box is full. A look of concern washes over her face, as she paces back and forth. She knows something is wrong. Gia always gets back to her. Something has happened. In a panic, Alex tries to think of her options. She doesn’t want to alert Gia’s family and she refuses to call Gabriel since they’ve never gotten along, so she decides to drive past their house to investigate. She grabs her car keys and rushes out of the apartment.

CUT to Alex as she parks her car on the side of the road and slowly walks up a long, secluded driveway towards Gabriel’s house. She peers in a few windows before deciding to go look for Gia’s car, when the garage door suddenly opens and Gabriel steps out. He has Gia’s phone in his hand. ‘It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, Alex?’ Gabriel says coldly, after a long uncomfortable pause. Alex panics. She knows Gabriel thinks she left town months ago. ‘I was … just passing through … and was wondering if Gia and the baby needed anything…’ She stammers. Gabriel cuts her off. ‘I have to admit: I was impressed by your attention to detail. Had it not been so meticulously planned, I may have thought Gia came up with it herself. But, we all know you’re the smarter one.’ Alex stares at him, frozen. Her stomach drops. ‘Whatever you’ve been doing to Gia is going to stop,’ he says sternly, his voice becoming almost a growl. ‘I’m up for election this year and if you think a little dyke is going to stop me from my American dream, you’re mistaken!’ He throws the phone on the ground, crushing it under his foot, as he grabs Alex by her collar and pulls her inches from his face. ‘Now get the fuck off my property!’ He storms back inside his garage, closing the door in Alex’s face. She stays frozen, seething, before grabbing the phone off the ground and running away.

CUT to that night, Alex tosses and turns in her bed. In her dreams, she can hear Gia crying and calling out to her for help and the woman begins to wet the bed. The camera catches her sheer panties as they soak through and dribble down her leg. She wakes up in a cold sweat, discovering what has happened, and hurriedly cleans up her mess. Staggering into the living room, she grabs an unmarked bottle from her backpack and takes three ascorbic acid pills to calm her down. Gia’s broken phone sits on the coffee table and Alex stares at it, her chest heaving. Suddenly, she gets an idea. She grabs the phone and exits the room.

CUT to a close-up of Gia asleep in bed. A light touch on her arm wakes the woman up and, rubbing her eyes, she slowly realizes that Alex is leaning over her. She has gotten into Gabriel’s house. Panicking, the woman looks over at her passed out fiancée before begging Alex to leave before he wakes up. He isn’t kidding this time. Alex discovers that Gia has a black eye and, shaking her head in rage, she helps the pregnant woman out of bed and urges her to go wait in her car. Don’t pack anything. Just get your IDs and leave. Gia seems very nervous. ‘We’re leaving tonight,’ Alex sharply whispers. ‘And I promise you … he won’t hurt you or come after you ever again!’ Gia grabs her purse and tip-toes across the room. Alex waits in silence as she listens to her lover walk down the stairs and out the front door, before turning back to stare at Gabriel. He is completely unaware of what is happening.

Trying to summon up all her courage, Alex slowly takes off her clothes and, grabbing her bag to put on the bedside, crawls in beside him. He rolls over and drapes his arm around her, making her cringe. But, she knows what she needs to do. She takes his hand and guides it up to her chest. The man, slowly waking up and assuming it’s Gia, gives her breast a squeeze and then moves in to kiss her. Alex gingerly kisses back, in the shadows, before pulling out a satin blindfold from her bag. ‘Oh, so you want to play now,’ Gabriel says laughing, as she covers his eyes. ‘That’s a good girl. I knew you’d come around.’ Alex works her way down to his pajama pants and unbuttons the. ‘That’s right baby,’ he says. ‘Pull out daddy’s dick and show me how much you like it!’ Alex, disgusted at the thought of touching a penis, slowly pulls it out from his pants. He is already hard and moaning. She takes her phone from the bag and starts to take pictures of her sucking him off. Her lips curl at the contact of the big dick in her mouth, but she grins and bears it. She takes a few more silent pictures as he instructs her on what to do. ‘Put your whole throat into it,’ he orders. ‘This ain’t a fucking pussy anymore!’

Trying her best to ignore his crude comments, Alex pulls out a pair of cuffs and handcuffs him to the headboard. She straddles his dick as he encourages her to ride him. BG Sex Scene. Throughout the sex, Gabriel enthusiastically orders her to suck and fuck him in various positions while he is restrained. Not wanting to blow her cover, Alex does as he asks quietly and tries to get him to cum as quickly as possible. His disgusting comments are matched by her aggressive fucking. Finally, she rides him until he ejaculates on her face.

Hopping off him, she quickly wipes the cum away before taking a final photo of them both naked. He tells her to take the cuffs off, so he can go pee. Instead, she takes his blindfold off and walks back to the middle of the room to put on her clothes. His eyes widen as the reality of what just happened suddenly hits him. Screaming at her, Gabriel demands that she de-cuff him immediately. He looks around the room frantically for his fiancé, accusing Alex of taking her. He threatens to call the authorities. He threatens to hurt her. When he sees his threats go unanswered, he even makes a jab about how lousy the sex was. Gia always takes it way harder. She always lets him cum inside of her. But, at least Alex got fucked by a man now too, so she knows what she’s been missing. Unintimidated by his words, Alex calmly dresses before staring at him coldly. He starts to become more erratic, as he realizes that he no longer has control. She walks up to him, thrashing in his cuffs, and shows him her phone, swiping through each reputation-ruining photo. ‘Gia and I are leaving now. We won’t be coming back … and you won’t come looking for us.’ She says. ‘Otherwise, the media will have a field day with these photos and your political career will be over.’

She walks to the doorway, as his screams become whimpers of mercy. Dialing 911, she says ‘I’d like to report a break in at 3238 Paloma Ave. I heard yelling and glass breaking.’ She hangs up and holds the handcuff key in front of a frozen, dumbfounded Gabriel. ‘The police will be here soon,’ she says, smirking. ‘You didn’t catch a good look at the intruders, did you?’ She drops the key on the ground and turns out the light.

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The Nerd’s Revenge, Scene #01

THE NERD’S REVENGE
Watch Kristen Scott’s First Double Penetration Scene

SCENE opens on Kris, a shy 18-year-old girl, as her car slowly creeps to a stop in a corner of her school’s parking lot. A box of homemade cookies sits wrapped up on the passenger seat beside her. The nerdy teenager sinks down in her chair, trying to avoid students as they pass. She is waiting for the bell to ring before getting out because she doesn’t want anyone to see her. When it does, the girl breathes a sigh of relief and slowly gets out of her car. She grabs the cookies, nearly dropping them, and walks towards the door with her head down. Alex, another student in her class, quietly enters the frame and runs up to her, offering to carry her things. She looks timidly at him before handing over the box and her books. But just as he takes them, another student named Derek comes flying in and knocks the stuff over. He laughs hysterically and makes fun of Alex for being nice to the nerd. In a panic, Kris bends over to pick everything up when Derek hikes up her skirt and starts to tease her about her ‘granny panties.’ Even Alex starts laughing. The boys run inside and leave Kris cowering over her mess. She picks up a cookie and starts to cry before slowly becoming expressionless and turning to stare at the door. She crumbles the cookie in her hand.

Kris stares down at a bowl of cereal, as her mother walks past and urges her to eat. Not looking up, Kris tells her that she doesn’t want to go to school today. Some boys have been bullying her. Sounding irritated, her mother reminds her that she is 18-years-old and a big girl. She shouldn’t take it personally … they probably just have a crush on her. Kris doesn’t react.

Cut to Kris meekly changing into a one-piece bathing suit in a public stall. When her teacher pokes her head into the changing room and urges the girl to come to practice, Kris tells her she isn’t feeling well and asks to skip the class. The teacher tells her OK but this is the final time this semester that she’ll be allowed to sit out.

Cut to Kris sitting under a tree, doing homework, when she is bombarded by the bullies. Running past, Derek and Alex peg her with water balloons. Soaked and horrified, she can barely wipe her eyes before Derek yells ‘I didn’t know you were into golden showers!’ The boys high five and run off. Kris begins crying again but suddenly stops. With a blank stare, she stabs her notebook repeatedly before throwing it on the ground.

Cut to Kris at home, staring at her self in the bathroom mirror. The shower runs in the background and fogs the mirror up. Wiping away the steam, she cries at her reflection in self-pity. The crying builds up to hysterics before slowly turning into laughter. She leaves the room.

Cut to the school parking lot. Kris has put a ‘bake sale’ sign on her car and is standing in front of it,with a tray of cookies, when the bullies come up to her. Derek grabs a cookie and mockingly eats it before spitting it in her face and grabbing a handful to go. You can see Alex hesitate, feeling sorry for the girl. He tells Derek to chill but Derek tells him to stop being a pussy and tosses him a cookie. ‘Eat one,’ he says, ‘they’re delicious.’ Alex slowly takes a bite.

Cut to a darkened room. The boys lie stretched out in nothing but their boxers. They slowly wake up to the sound of a naked Kris feverishly masturbating with a hitachi until she squirts. They jump back in shock and confusion. Derek demands to know where they are and, laughing, Kris tells them that she hopes they liked her cookies. Alex asks if they had been messed with and, ignoring him, Kris begins ranting about how she’s fed up with their bullying. It’s been every single day for the past four years. Tonight, it’s going to stop. Alex asks what she is going to do to them and she responds by saying ‘It’s not what I’m going to do to you that matters, it’s what you’re going to do FOR me to get out of this!’ Derek laughs and starts to get up, calling Kris a nobody. He says she doesn’t know what she’s doing and she’s going to regret it. Laughing even harder, Kris shows them some polaroid photos she took while they were out and retorts that they don’t need to worry about her, they need to worry about their reputation. The boys look at the photos in horror, as we can only imagine what they are seeing!

The Hitchhiker, Scene #01

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.’

What Happened to My Sister?, Scene #01

What Happened To My Sister?
BROTHER COMES HOME FROM TRIP TO DISCOVER STEP-SISTER IS FUCKING DAD

SCENE opens inside a taxi cab, as it pulls to a stop. A young man named Rick (Small Hands) stands waiting on the curb, his backpack and a gift bag in hand. He has just arrived home from a trip across the US to ‘discover himself,’ as his father (Steve Holmes) puts it. He gets inside the cab. After giving the address and setting off, Rick and the driver small talk about his trip along the way: places he went, things he saw, and where he’s headed now — back home to his family before starting a job at his father’s company in the fall. The driver makes a joke about having to go home to mom and Rick laughs. No, no mom. It’s just his dad, his dad’s wife, and his step-sister Josie (Jill Kassidy). He really missed her, and it was just her birthday, so he is excited to give her the gift he found on his travels! The taxi driver says that it’s always good to be a big brother while Rick stares off into the distance.

When he enters his home, he is surprised to find it empty. He calls out to his dad, to Deena, his dad’s wife, and to Josie. But nobody replies. Mildly concerned, he walks through the house until he starts to hear sounds coming from his father’s bedroom. Assuming it’s his father and step-mom, he makes a face and turns to leave when, suddenly, he hears his step-sister’s voice. ‘Daddy …. Daddy please,’ she moans from behind the door. Rick freezes. In horror, he slowly opens the door to reveal Josie bent over the bed being penetrated by his father! The father grunts and thrusts as Josie takes him all in, moaning with pleasure and calling him daddy. Rick can’t believe what he is seeing … yet he can’t look away. Where is his step-mom? What the fuck is his dad thinking? He spies on them for a few moments, trying to take it all in, when suddenly Josie makes eye contact with him. The step-siblings stare at each other. But, instead of reacting, Josie just keeps getting fucked until Rick feels so uncomfortable that he turns away and storms out of the hallway.

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Rick sits, arms folded, on the couch when his father enters the room. ‘Son,’ he exclaims, surprised. ‘I didn’t realize you were coming home today.’ He tries to give Rick a big hug, but his son is standoffish. ‘Where’s Deena?’ he asks curtly. His father makes a face, struggling to think of how to respond, when Josie enters the room. Acting normal, she rushes up and hugs her big brother, giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying how much she missed him. Is that gift bag for her?! He pulls away. ‘Where’s Deena?’ he asks again accusingly. Josie and his father exchange knowing looks before his father smiles and pats his son on the shoulder. ‘A lot has happened while you were away, son,’ he says.’Josie has made a lovely dinner! How about we all sit down and talk about it like a family?’

CUT to Josie putting a bowl of pasta on the table, as Rick’s father tries to engage his son in awkward small talk about Deena. Josie takes out some napkins and unfolds one in her step-father’s lap, her fingers grazing his crotch, which makes Rick snap. ‘Are you fucking kidding me? Sit down!’ Josie slumps down meekly while Rick’s father bites his lip and struggles to keep calm. He tells his son that, after much consideration, he and Deena have decided to separate. ‘Why?’ Rick asks. ‘Does it have anything to do with the fact you’re fucking my little sister?’ He yells, standing up. Josie begs him to sit down. ‘Josie is your step-sister, Rick,’ his father corrects him. Did the father even wait until she was 18? Yes, of course he did. They both agreed to wait until she was a grown woman. They love each other!

Rick looks at his sister and asks how she could betray her own mother like that? How could she destroy their family like that? How could she do this to him? Josie, who has been growing emotional throughout the entire fight, ends up storming out of the room in tears. The men are left alone to stare at each other. Rick’s father looks very disappointed. ‘Are you happy now, making your sister cry? She and I have chosen to be together. Whether you like it or not, this is our family now!’ He storms off too, leaving Rick alone. He can’t help but feel guilty for making his sister cry.

CUT to Josie’s bedroom. She lays hugging a pillow when Rick knocks on the door and asks to come in. He is holding the gift bag which he gently rests on the dresser. At first, she gives him the cold shoulder, but crumbles as soon as he sits down beside her to apologize. She buries herself in his arms and pleads with him not to be mad at her. It’s been a very overwhelming summer and he doesn’t know how many times she just wished he had been home to help her through it. Rick asks Josie to explain what’s really going on. It seems as if he’s come home to a madhouse.

Josie wipes her eyes and tells him that, over the past few months, things between her and her mom have been bad. She kept getting jealous of Josie, especially the way his father looked at her. She began to accuse Josie of being flirtatious and trying to steal her man. Finally, it got to a point where Josie was so angry, she decided to just do it. To prove a point. Rick’s father has always been pushover, it didn’t take much to get his dick out. Then one day, Deena walked in on them having sex. It was a joke. ‘But Deena didn’t take it as a joke, did she?’ Rick asks. Josie shakes her head. ‘I thought it’d be funny! I didn’t think she’d actually leave us,’ she replies. ‘It doesn’t sound very funny to me,’ Rick says as he puts his head in his hands. ‘So, are you in love with my dad?’ He asks. She shrugs. ‘I mean, I love him. He’s like my dad too.’ She nudges closer to her step-brother. ‘But I really just want to stay here so I can be close to you!’

They look at each other, their lips inches apart. Rick shakes his head and tells her that he is feeling very fucked up. Although he feels betrayed, with the way she gazes at him pleadingly, something wells up inside of Rick. He finally jumps her, unable to contain his feelings for her any longer — no matter how angry he is.

Half His Age – Part 3

The teacher and the two teenage girls remain holed up in the cabin. Now embroiled in a strange ménage-a-trois, neither of the girls wants to leave and Mr. Davies (Charles Dera) doesn’t know what to do. He just keeps having sex with both to keep things calm. The following morning, his concerned wife (Cherie DeVille) decides to visit the cabin to look for her missing husband and is stunned to walk in on him with the girls. Putting two and two together, she goes into the other room to call the police. As she’s making the call, Lola (Jill Kassidy) grabs Mr. Davies shotgun from the mantle. After a loud bang, Lola comes back in to announce that she’s solved the problem. She’s taken care of Mrs. Davies. Now Mr. Davies is not only guilty of having an affair with his student, he is also an accessory to kidnapping and is indirectly responsible for his wife’s murder. He throws Lola into a room and locks the door, and tells Heather (Kristen Scott) to stand guard while he goes off to think about what to do next. While he is out, Heather’s stepbrother (Small Hands) calls and she tells him where they are. She informs Lola and pledges that he will be able to fix the problem way better than Mr. Davies. When he gets there with his friend (Xander Corvus), he makes Mr. Davies watch them all have sex before leaving the cabin together.

Face To Face, Scene #01

FACE TO FACE
WOMAN USES JOB AS REPORTER TO GET CLOSE TO AN ACCUSED PSYCHOPATH

Scene opens on the interior of a car. A young woman, Lois Brown (Whitney Wright), is the sole occupant and driver, and we watch over her shoulder as she pulls up to a house. She stops the car and turns it off. The camera pans down to see that her hands are shaking. She takes a deep breath, steadies herself. ‘You can do this,’ she says to herself and gets out of the car. She walks up the driveway to the door of the house and hesitates another moment before ringing the doorbell. After a second, the door opens and a man, James Stinson (Michael Vegas), stands there. He looks at her, appraising her in an almost predatory way. ‘You must be Lois?’ he asks with a tone of wary caution. Yes, and he must be Mr. Stinson, Lois says with a polite and professional smile. Oh, she can call him James, he says. A bit young for a reporter, no? She flashes him a polite, detached smile and says maybe, she’s 22 but people always say she has an old soul. He nods and then realizes he’s still blocking the doorway – But where are his manners? Please, come in, he says, waving her in. She follows him into the house, a modest, clean and well-kept abode.

So where does she want to do this?, he asks, a hint of discomfort creeping into his voice. Wherever he feels comfortable, she says politely but not warmly… how about the living room?, she suggests. He agrees and they sit down in the living room. He takes a seat and she sits in a chair across from him with a table between them. She takes out her cell phone and opens up a voice recording app. Does he mind if she records this?, Lois asks. No, please do, he doesn’t want to be misquoted, he’s had enough of that – he chuckles, not because it was funny but to fill the awkward silence following his comment. Great, she says after a pause, pressing the record button on the app and places the phone on the table between them. ‘So let’s start with the obvious: why now? Why grant your first face-to-face interview to a small college newspaper after all this time not speaking to the press?’ Lois asks. He considers the question. Well, it’s simple: in all this time, she’s not the first reporter to call him on the anniversary of the crime, but she IS the first reporter to call him and tell him that she believes he’s not guilty, and offer to tell his side of the story, he says. But he WAS acquitted of the crime he was accused of, so what guilt is he referring to?, Lois probes. As she knows, the case was all over the news, day and night, and even though he was found not guilty, most people believe that he is guilty and the verdict was wrong, James says. Guilty until proven innocent in the public eye, he says bitterly. And he’s never been able to shake that stigma, people just don’t look at him in the same way since then, he adds resentfully. It’s a lonely existence. ‘Maybe we can try to dispel some of that stigma once the public hears your side of the story. So I ask you, on the record: Are you guilty?’ Lois asks. He smiles sadly back at her. ‘Am I guilty?’ he asks her. He takes a deep sigh. There is a tense moment of silence. Once again, something dark and predatory flashes across his face. ‘Yes…I am,’ he says, his smile gone.

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Resuming the interview, Lois looks stunned at James’s admission. ‘I am guilty…guilty of being in the wrong place at the wrong time,’ James clarifies. He happened to be at the club that night, and he happened to be the last person seen with… James says, trailing off, blanking at the victim’s name. ‘Darlene Davis,’ Lois says, enunciating the name carefully. Yes that’s right, it was a long time ago…and he has tried to put the whole episode behind him, being at the club that night, being at the wrong place at the wrong time…that ruined his life, James says. So how does he explain Darlene’s DNA on his shirt?, Lois probes, adding that the police claim that this happened during the crime. The same way he explained it to the police, with the truth: she had a nosebleed when she was dancing with him, James says. But the press got a hold of that and used that to assume his guilt, he continues. What they didn’t bother to report was that she was a known substance user prone to nosebleeds, he says.

‘When they came to interview you because they saw you on the club’s security footage, you consented to them searching your home, where they discovered the shirt with DNA evidence, which then led to your arrest and trial. If the DNA on the shirt was from an innocent nosebleed as you claim, why didn’t you just tell the police about it instead of hiding the shirt for them to find, and for that matter, why did you consent to the search in the first place if you had evidence hidden away that would incriminate you?’ Lois asks. Well, because he didn’t feel that he had anything to hide, James says smoothly, for example why would he even think that shirt was evidence to a crime at the time unless he was the one who committed it? When he left the woman, she was still alive. But, she continues, if he had nothing to hide, why did he initially lie to the police about where he was after the club that night?, Lois asks skeptically. He didn’t have an alibi that night, he just came home alone, and he’s seen enough movies to know that it’s really easy for cops to pin something on someone who can’t account for their whereabouts, so he told them he went to get a burger instead, James says. Stupid mistake, he says regretfully. A stupid mistake that he’s replayed over and over in his mind every day since then, he adds. But he can see why that story sounds a little thin right?, Lois asks. Especially since the route he claims to have taken home from the club that night is the least direct way to get home and HAPPENS to be one that doesn’t have traffic cams in that area of town, she adds. He looks at her silently. Can she turn off the recording for a moment please?, he asks softly. Oh um, yes, sure, Lois stutters, caught off guard. She turns it off. Lois…he thought that this interview was going to give him the opportunity to shed some light on his innocence, so why does this feel like the same old assumption of guilt that he’s used to?, he asks, leaning close to her, resting his elbows on his knees in a vaguely threatening way. ‘Because if this is just about pushing my guilt, if you’re hiding something from me…we’re going to have…a problem,’ James says, that same carnivorous look crossing his features again. Lois shifts in her chair nervously. No…it’s not about that at all, even though she believes in his innocence, she still has to do her job and ask all the tough questions, she says anxiously. There is a tense moment while he considers her answer. Ok..let’s keep going then, he says finally. Lois exhales sharply and resumes recording.

So getting back to the night of the crime: to help clear up any misconceptions, why doesn’t he recount that night for her?, Lois suggests gently. Well, he was in the mood to go out, but all of his friends were busy, so he decided to go to the club alone and that’s where he met Darlene; they danced for a little while, and then he went home, alone, James says quickly. There’s really not much more to explain other than that, he adds. And what was Darlene like?, asks Lois, He doesn’t really remember, he only danced with her for a short time and didn’t really get to know her, he answers. So he didn’t get a sense of her AT ALL?, a sense of what…Darlene was like?, Lois asks. Was she kind, did she seem happy? Why the great interest in Darlene?, James asks, his brow furrowed in suspicion. Just trying to get a sense of the victim is all, Lois says quickly. Hmmm, well he can’t really help her there because like he said, he didn’t get to know her, James says. But she did have a reputation around the neighborhood, she was known as kind of…he doesn’t want to be rude here but…kind of a whore who would do ANYTHING for a fix, he says offhandedly. Upon hearing this, Lois looks a little rattled. At the time, some people were even saying that she…got what she deserved, James says softly. Lois looks a little sick when she hears his last answer and abruptly excuses herself, saying that she has to use the bathroom.

In the bathroom, she splashes water on her face and pats it down with a towel, regaining her composure. Keep it together, almost there, just this one last thing to do, she says to herself, breathing heavily. She takes another moment to steady herself, draws in a deep breath and exits the bathroom. Back in the living room, she goes to sit beside James on the couch. She apologizes for rushing out like that, adding that it must have been something she ate. He tells her not to worry about it. She smiles. What she would like to do now is shift gears and get…inside his head a bit, she says. Is that why she came to sit next to him, because things are about to get…personal?, he asks, with a slightly nervous edge as he looks away from her. Would that be ok?, she asks. He’s not sure if getting personal is…a good idea, he says, looking back at her as a sinister expression invades his features for a moment. It passes quickly. Lois clears her throat. She’s sure that this is best for the interview, so…is it ok if she continues?, she asks patiently. He nods. Ok, so when he was accused of this horrible crime, how did that make him feel?, she asks. Well…he felt…scared…angry…alone, James says slowly. She can relate, her mother passed away when she was a little girl and she can remember the intense feelings of isolation, like she was the only one in the world who felt these things, Lois says sympathetically. He is surprised to see her turn off the recording. And there were other feelings, other, more…disturbing thoughts that she had that made her feel even more alone, she continues. It was like a…darkness growing inside of her, and it scared her, but she didn’t want to run away from it, she wanted to run towards it, she continues. She looks at James in the eyes. ‘I think you know exactly what kind of…darkness I’m talking about,’ Lois continues softly. ‘You share that same darkness inside of you, don’t you James?,’ she asks. And he acted on that darkness, Lois says. James finally catches on. Does she think that he IS guilty?!, he asks looking betrayed. He thought—James starts, but Lois cuts him off. She doesn’t THINK anything: she has ABSOLUTELY no doubt in her mind that he is guilty of this crime, Lois says.

What the fuck–he knew this had to be bullshit, she’s just like all the other reporters, James says, getting up from the couch in frustration. That’s just it, she’s NOT like all the other reporters, Lois says… in a sense, she became a reporter just to get to this moment. To speak with him. Sure, she lied to him about believing that he didn’t commit the crime, but she knew that was the only way he’d agree to meet her, and she NEEDED to meet him face to face, she feels that there is a connection, a…bond between them, Lois continues. He didn’t- he begins. She waves him off. There’s no need to put on any masks anymore, he can be his true self around her. She’s here because she wants him to tell her—no, SHOW her, everything about that night, Lois continues breathlessly. She seems to be getting turned on as she speaks, but she exhales sharply as she finishes her last sentence, betraying a nervousness underneath her bluster of passion. This nervousness passes almost immediately, and James is too distracted to notice the subtle inconsistencies in Lois’s demeanor. What kind of a sick fucking fantasy is this?! James asks incredulously. It’s no fantasy, it’s what she came here to share with him, Lois says. No, he can’t do that, James says, shaking his head. Please!, Lois says fiercely, grabbing at his shirt. She needs to know!, Lois says feverishly, practically banging on his chest. He pulls her hands away from him. Stop this!, he says, resisting. ‘SHOW. ME.’ she enunciates firmly, bringing her face inches away from his. He can’t resist anymore. ‘Is this what you want?! Is THIS WHAT YOU WANT?!’ James yells, ripping her blouse open roughly, the buttons hitting the floor. ‘Yes, oh god yes,’ gasps Lois.

As he tears her clothes off and buries his face hungrily in Lois’ pink pussy, Stinson unleashes his inner-maniac. Will Lois get more than she bargained for? Maybe…but what James doesn’t know is that Lois has a secret of her own…

Eye For An Eye, Scene #01

EYE FOR AN EYE
PETTY TEEN SEDUCES FRIEND’S BOYFRIEND AS REVENGE FOR MINOR SLIGHT

Alexis (Kristen Scott) and Cori (Vanna Bardot), two friends, walk out of school, waiting for Cori’s dad to arrive to pick her up. They make a bit of smalltalk as Alexis casually asks Cori how things are going with Jason, her boyfriend? Cori is a bit religious and proper, so tries to avoid talking directly about anything sexual with her and Jason, though Alexis playfully eggs her on — come on, they’re best friends, they can tell each other anything! Cori gives in and says that Jason tried to get a blowjob from her once, but he should know better — they agreed to wait until marriage! Sure, she’s 18 and he’s still got a couple years left of college, so marriage isn’t going to be happening any time soon, but before then he always seemed very understanding and willing to wait… Since then, though, he’s been a bit standoffish. What if she drives him away by not doing things with him?

‘I mean, I personally don’t think you should make a great guy like him wait so long. You should be making sure to lock a good thing like that down. A lot of girls would be happy to have him…’ Alexis insists. Cori gasps and playfully shoves Alexis, telling her that those girls will have to get through her first! Alexis then smiles and shrugs, saying that if it’s meant to be, it’ll be. If he’s ‘the one’ for Cori, then he’ll wait…

Cori then curiously asks Alexis what it was like when she lost HER virginity? Alexis says it was nothing great… Cori hums and says it was that nerd from their physics class, right? Freckles, or whatever his name was. ‘Yeah, but you KNOW that’s a sore spot for me. I could’ve done so much better than FRECKLES! It was my 18th birthday and I wanted to do something wild and he was literally the first guy I saw, so… As far as everyone knows, I got my cherry popped, or whatever, by that sexy quarterback, Taggart, behind the bleachers like the proud slut that I am,’ Alexis insists.

Cori then pauses, looking guilty. ‘Oh…’ Alexis slows and raises her brow. ‘Oh…? Cori, what did you do!?’ Cori admits that she was talking to some girls in their biology class who were making fun of Freckles, saying that he was never gonna get laid… And she may have stood up for him saying that he DID get laid… by Alexis.

Alexis is devastated, unable to believe that Cori betrayed her. ‘Cori, how could you! That was supposed to be between US!’ she exclaims. ‘I didn’t MEAN to! They were just being so mean to him. I felt BAD!’ Cori insists. ‘Oh, my god, they’re all going to think I’m SUCH a loser now!’ Alexis moans.

Cori continues talking, trying to win Alexis back over. Alexis is her best friend — she’d never mean to intentionally hurt her! She’s sorry and wants to make it up to her. What about dinner tonight? Her treat! Alexis shrugs off the offer bitterly saying she has plans tonight. ‘Is there anything I can do to make you forgive me?’ Cori asks. Alexis takes a deep breath and then puts on a small smile. It’s fine, Cori, she says, she was overreacting. Cori is relieved to see her that friend isn’t mad at her anymore. Cori’s dad has arrived, and she heads down to his car, waving to Alexis and apologizing again. Have fun with those plans tonight, Cori says joyfully. Oh, she will, Alexis says. She’ll tell Cori all about it tomorrow.

As Cori walks away, Alexis’ expression darkens and over seconds turns into full-on disturbed rage – she is quietly seething and hyperventilating as she pulls at her hair, looking like she’s about to scream in anger any moment.

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CUT TO Jason (Nathan Bronson) sitting in his house, working on some schoolwork. There’s a knock on the door and when he answers it, Alexis is standing there. He’s confused to see her and asks what she’s doing there? Is Cori with her? Is Cori OK?? Alexis tells him to relax and says she just happened to be in the neighborhood and wanted to say hi. It seems like he’s so busy these days! Jason apologizes, saying that he’s been so swamped with his projects. College is way more demanding than high school! He wasn’t expecting it. Now it feels like high school was a breeze… He’s a little jealous of Cori and Alexis, to be honest!

‘YOU’RE jealous of US? If anything, I’M jealous of HER,’ Alexis wistfully says as she follows Jason inside to the table, giving him a flirty look. She takes a seat across from him. ‘What, why?’ Jason asks, shifting a little uncomfortably under the look. ‘Well, LOOK at you — you’re so smart, hardworking, polite, …attractive… you’re such a good guy, a guy who deserves to be rewarded in life so much more than he is…’ she says. Jason is taken aback, hesitantly asking her what she means. Alexis laughs. ‘Oh, come on, I’m Cori’s best friend, I know all about the situation between you two… her saving herself for marriage, and everything,’ she says in a kind but almost patronizing way. ‘It’s so sweet of you to do that for her. But that must be so HARD for you… What was it like when she blew you off when you wanted your dick sucked?’

Jason is flustered, saying that he really doesn’t want to be discussing his sex life with her. ‘Or lack of,’ Alexis retorts. Alexis apologizes and corrects herself, saying that what she meant was that Jason is sacrificing so much for Cori to make her happy. What is she sacrificing for him in return? Jason stutters, flustered, that’s not how relationships work… she doesn’t have to… Alexis continues digging at his insecurities though, saying that the blowjob he suggested could have been a perfect compromise, still saving Cori’s virginity but giving him some needed attention too. And what did Cori do when he asked her? She turned him down. SELFISH, that’s what it is, Alexis says. It’s bad enough she’s denied him the basic pleasures of a relationship, but now she’s even made him feel bad for wishing for more. With Cori. Or with other girls. Jason shouldn’t ever feel bad for those urges, he’s supposed to be in his sexual prime and instead he’s like a beaten dog on a leash.

Alexis slowly rises out of her chair and saunters around the table and stands behind him. She puts her arms over his shoulders and glides her hands along his firm chest. ‘Oh, come on, Jason… I know you want me… I see those looks you give me when you think no one’s watching… To be honest, I’ve been wanting you ever since I first met you…’ Alexis says. But obviously, she’s a good friend so she kept her hands to herself… until now…

Jason asks what changed? Alexis half-lies and says that she just can’t sit idly by anymore while Cori ignores HIS needs. Jason’s been so patient with her, but shouldn’t she be thinking about HIM, too? Does he even WANT to wait until marriage? Why SHOULD he, when there’s so many other women out there that would LOVE to have his cock in their mouths. Jason tells Alexis that it’s time for her to leave; he can’t let this go ANY further– he loves Cori. He turns away from her.

When he turns back to Alexis, he sees that instead of leaving, she’s slipped off her clothes and stands there naked. Slowly she walks over to him as Jason stares at her tight body. ‘Please, Jason,’ she says seductively, showing off her naked body to him in full display. ‘Haven’t you waited enough? Haven’t we both??’ Those words, plus the sight of a pussy just waiting for him to dive in, finally win him over. Yeah, he says softly and Alexis slides her hands down to the front of his pants, pulling his dick out. She sucks on his balls before sliding her mouth over his shaft.

Alexis is going to give Jason exactly what he’s been missing, and in the process, make Cori regret ever betraying her…