MY DAUGHTER, THE WHOREFATHER WHORES OUT HIS FIRSTBORN DAUGHTER TO PAY OFF HIS DEBTSSCENE OPENS on a man sitting in a chair in his living room, casually reading a newspaper as the sounds of sex can be heard from an adjacent room. The man, Roger (Dick Chibbles), doesn’t seem to pay any mind to the noises. Soon, there is a loud grunt from the man in the other room as he cums. A few moments later, a man exits the adjacent room, closing the door behind him. He zips up his fly as he exits the room.Hearing him, Roger looks up from his newspaper with a wide grin. Everything was satisfactory?, he asks the other man. Oh yeah, as beautiful as always, but….the man hesitates, before continuing,…she did seem a bit…tired today, he finishes. Oh, she did?, Roger asks, subconsciously gripping the newspaper hard enough to crumple the paper. Yeah, the client replies, not as eager as usual.Roger politely apologizes, he’s so sorry about that, the client can expect a better time on his next visit, Roger says. ‘I will PERSONALLY…make sure that this does not happen again,’ Roger adds with a tone of menace. The man tells him he appreciates it, and Roger walks him out the door. He waves the man off with a smile and closes the door behind him. As soon as the man has gone, Roger turns around, his smile replaced with a look of fury.He opens the door of the bedroom to reveal a naked girl, Lucy (Athena Rayne), who is on the bed hugging her knees. She looks exhausted and spent, staring off into space. When Roger comes in, she is startled out of her daze and looks at him. What the fuck Lucy?!, Roger asks angrily, standing over her on the bed. He said she seemed…TIRED?, he continues. That guy is one of their best clients, has really fallen in love with her, so they need to make sure to keep him happy no matter what, Roger continues with barely contained rage. ‘I know, I just…I really AM so…SO tired…tired of all of this…he was the third guy today,’ Lucy says wearily. ‘I don’t give a shit if you’re tired! You know how serious our situation is,’ Roger says. She knows, she just…she can’t do this anymore, it needs to stop, Lucy says numbly.Roger takes a deep breath to steady his anger, closes his eyes for a moment. He sits on the edge of the bed next to Lucy, adopting a more patient caring tone to try to reason with her. ‘Lucy… you know what they’ll do to me if we don’t square things away, right? You don’t want me to go away, right? Then it’s up to you to fix this.’Lucy nods along with him, resigned. ‘Good, so clean your fucking self up, you look disgusting, and you’ve got another appointment arriving in a few minutes…and you can’t greet a client looking like…this,’ he says, gruffly, his tender demeanor instantly vanishing as he waves a hand disgustedly at her. ‘I raised you better than that, didn’t I?’ he adds. Lucy looks up at him with tired eyes. ‘Yes Daddy,’ she says.CUT TO TITLEThe doorbell rings and Roger goes to answer it. He smiles as he opens the door to greet his daughter’s latest client, John (Tommy Pistol). The client says hello coldly, not smiling. Roger invites him in. So this is his first time here right? Roger asks amiably. Yes, the man says curtly. Ok, so he’ll explain the ground rules, Roger says. Cut to Lucy’s room as Roger explains the ground rules, muffled behind the door. Lucy is almost done cleaning up. We watch as she finishes reapplying her makeup in a compact mirror and puts on some sexy lingerie. She looks good and well put-together, but her eyes betray an exhaustion that is soul-deep. She sits down on the edge of the bed and stares off into space. Cut back to Roger and John. Roger has just finished explaining the ground rules. So does he understand?, Roger asks. The man pauses. Yes, everything’s clear, he says quietly. ‘Also, I should mention that there are some…activities…I’m interested in that may…not EXACTLY be what she’s used to…’ John says. ‘I’m sure there’s something that we can work out,’ Roger responds.Cut back to Lucy in her room, who is still staring blankly, lost in thought. There is a knock on the door, which startles her out of her reverie. She shakes her head, trying to pull herself together. Just one sec, she calls to the person who knocked on the door. Lucy looks in the mirror. She takes a deep breath, and with effort, her blank expression of exhaustion turns to a seductive, flirty expression, as her eyes brighten and she pouts her lips. Where she was weary and spent a few moments ago, she now appears younger, youthful and vibrant: Lucy’s game-face is on. She lies down on her stomach on the bed, resting her head in her hands as she smiles up at the door. She kicks her legs absentmindedly behind her in an energetic, innocent way. She tells the visitors to come in.Roger opens the door and invites John in, introducing him to Lucy. John says hello stiffly. ‘You’re just in time, I was starting to get lonely,’ Lucy says flirtatiously. ‘There’s been a…change in plans Lucy,’ Roger says, closing the door so that the three of them are in the room together. Lucy’s eyes widen in horrified shock. ‘What are you…?’ she asks.Well, John has asked him to stay…and watch, Roger says casually, without a hint of trepidation in his voice. ‘Yes, I love an…audience, and there’s really no better audience than a loving father watching his precious daughter get defiled in front of his very eyes,’ John says.Roger coughs to clear his throat, clearly a bit put off by the request but trying his best to keep it hidden. That’s not a problem…IS IT, Lucy?, Roger asks in a vaguely threatening tone. Lucy hesitates for the briefest of moments before she buries her horror down deep.No…of course not, she’s up for whatever he wants.
‘Being your slave, what should I do but tendUpon the hours and times of your desire?I have no precious time at all to spend,Nor services to do till you require.’– William ShakespeareTHE DATEWe watch a beautiful young woman (Emily Willis) in her apartment getting ready for the evening. She showers, lotions up her body, puts on expensive perfume, and dresses — first into expensive black satin lingerie, stockings, garters, and heels and then slipping into a beige rain jacket. She looks like she just walked off a runway. The camera voyeuristically watches her, almost like a reverse striptease.CUT TO the woman, in her jacket, bare legs and heels, as she exits her building and steps into a black town car. A man waiting for her shuts the door and gets into the driver seat.CUT TO a car mount shot, looking in at the silent driver in a black suit and ray bans, and the girl who sits in the middle of the back seat. To her right is a very handsome man (Danny Mountain) in an expensive suit. A second man (Charles Dera), equally handsome and dressed the same, sits on her left.CUT TO the road. As they drive, the man in the back asks the woman if she is ready. Obediently, she says ‘yes.’ He asks if she will give herself over completely. She says ‘yes.’ He strips her out of her jacket, exposing her bare skin. She quivers. He takes a brown paper bag and puts it over her head, before holding her arms to keep her still. They ride for a moment with her body writhing. The men look cool and collected, staring straight ahead. All you can hear are the light gasps and moans from the submissive woman as she is being driven, eagerly awaiting what’s to come.‘My only submission is complete submission.I will kneel before you, naked and unashamed,My eyes down, my chin up.‘I will do as you say and be rewarded.Always saying please and thank you,Accepting my punishments like a good girl,Never touching myself until you have given permission,And always swallow, never spit.‘I will surrender to your willAnd always remember who I belong to.’
AND ALL THROUGH THE HOUSEUNHINGED MALL SANTA GETS BACK AT EX-BOSS BY FUCKING DAUGHTERLarry (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.TITLE PLATECUT 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…
CONSERVATIVE MOTHER CONVINCES BOYFRIEND TO FUCK LESBIAN DAUGHTER
SCENE OPENS on Mary Anne, as she opens the back door of her house and walks into the kitchen, carrying a load of groceries. Dressed in a pastel pink sweater, cross, and jeggings, the conservative-looking woman has gone through a lot to get to this position in life. Married twice, her last husband left her two things in the settlement: this house and his now 18-year-old daughter, Charlie, who has continued living with her step-mother for several years. Mary Anne has always considered Charlie to be like a real daughter and, in the wake of her divorce, she became very protective over her. Almost too protective. Why should she live somewhere else when Mary-Ann takes perfectly good care of her here? Certainly, a better environment than with her father! As she puts the groceries away, she hollers out to her daughter to come and help … but there is no response. Finally, she stops what she’s doing and goes to find her. She sees her daughter’s sneakers and backpack by the front door but still gets no response, so she walks up the stairs to Charlie’s bedroom. When Mary Anne opens the door, she is shocked to discover her daughter lying in bed topless and kissing another girl! Charlie barely has a chance to look up before Mary Anne slams the door in disgust. What the hell was that?! She composes herself for a moment before barging back into the room and yelling at Charlie, as her and her girlfriend struggle to put their shirts back on. Charlie begs for her mom to calm down, but Mary Anne is beside herself. Is her daughter a lesbian? Under her roof? That’s an abomination! She didn’t raise her to be like that. The step-mother starts flying off the handle at the other girl, telling her to get out and never come back. They vote conservative in this house! There are no gays allowed! Charlie is outraged by her mother’s behavior and tells her girlfriend that she’ll drive her home. Mary-Anne chases them down the stairs accusing her daughter of being brainwashed. Charlie tells her mom that it’s 2018. Same-sex marriage is legal. She’s an adult, she just turned 18. She can do what she wants. Charlie barges through the front door with her girlfriend and slams it in Mary Anne’s face.
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That evening, Mary Anne paces back and forth in her bedroom while Steve, her boyfriend, watches TV and eats chips. Steve is a low-life car mechanic who Mary Anne met at a church community program, not because he is religious but because he was obligated to attend as part of a court order. They are a bit of an odd couple. She looks very wholesome and he looks messy and gregarious, in a baseball cap, flannel shirt, dirty work pants, and boots still on in bed. As Mary Anne complains about what happened, Steve half-listens. He tells her not to stress, she holds the purse strings. Charlie’s big college plans in the fall are completely dependent on her. The girl can’t move out on her own. Mary Anne keeps fretting and pacing, arguing that Charlie has never disrespected her like that before. Slamming the door in her face like that! What she needs is an ultimatum! Steve jokes that what her daughter really needs is some dick. One time with a real man would put a stop to her dyky behavior. This makes Mary Anne pause. ‘You’re absolutely right,’ she slowly says as they both hear the front door open and Charlie come back home.
CUT to Charlie walking up the stairs cautiously. It’s been hours since she last saw her step-mother and she isn’t sure what to expect. Despite being completely appalled by her reaction, Charlie still honors her mother and even fears her a little. After all, she is the one fully supporting Charlie. Mary-Anne is waiting, arms folded, by her bedroom door. The two women stare at each other for a moment before Mary-Anne tells her to come in. They need to discuss what happened earlier. Charlie nods and walks past her, as Mary-Anne shuts the door.
Charlie is somewhat surprised to see Steve there but, considering the boyfriend practically lives at their house now, she does what she normally does: ignores him. This is supposed to be between her and her mother. She takes a deep breath and starts to explain that the girl Mary-Ann caught her with is her girlfriend. They are in love and she has been trying to figure out how to tell her mom about it for months, but she was too afraid of her reaction. Mary-Anne cuts her off coldly and tells her to sit down. This is an intervention.
Summing up all her authority, Mary-Anne forbids her daughter from seeing her girlfriend anymore. She does not accept homosexuality, certainly not within her family. No daughter of hers, even a step-daughter, will ever be allowed to behave this way. Charlie starts to break down and, through angry tears, tell her mother that this is how she was born. This is who she is. She can’t stop it. Fighting back tears herself, Mary-Anne continues by telling her daughter that if she does not respect her decision, that she will be forced to kick her out of the house and take away the college funds she had set aside for her. Charlie freaks out, begging her mother to reconsider. She worked so hard to get into that school. She can’t possibly cover the tuition and dorm rent on her own. What does she need to do to prove that being gay is just who she is? Steve, who has been watching TV the whole time in the background, nonchalantly pipes up and asks ‘But … how do you know that you’re really gay?’
Charlie stops and turns to glare at him. ‘I’m sorry,’ she says angrily. ‘I didn’t realize anyone was talking to you, Steve!’ Steve turns off the TV and edges to the end of the bed. ‘But, seriously,’ he continues. ‘How do you know you’re not just confused?’ Mary-Anne chimes in to support her boyfriend, asking Charlie directly if she has ever even been with a man before. Charlie says no. Mary-Anne then challenges how she can know for sure if she’s a lesbian if she’s never tried to be straight. Charlie is shocked by this line of questioning. She argues with her mother that she doesn’t need to do that to know. Well,’ Mary-Anne demands. ‘Until you have proven to me that you aren’t straight, I can no longer support you, Charlie. Maybe if you tried to have normal sex with a man and you still didn’t like it, I might change my mind. But, until then, I won’t tolerate this unnatural behavior!’ Charlie is seething in anger. She points a finger at Steve, who is awkwardly chuckling to himself behind them. ‘And I suppose this is your idea of a man, mom?’ she yells. ‘Someone like Steve?!’
Mary-Anne stares at her boyfriend as an idea crosses her mind. ‘Yes,’ she says, turning back to her daughter. ‘Exactly like Steve. In fact, why don’t we just settle this debate tonight? Steve, take off your clothes!’ Steve puts down the bowl of chips and asks what she’s doing. ‘You heard me,’ she says, through her rage. ‘You are going to fuck my daughter. Right now. Put your dick in her mouth and let’s see how gay she really is.’ Charlie tells her step-mom that she’s insane. Mary-Anne continues, ordering her boyfriend to drop his pants. ‘All it’s going to take is 10 minutes to prove to me that you aren’t straight, Charlie. So, come on, what are you afraid of?’ Charlie stares dumbfounded at her mother. ‘Or … what?’ she demands. Mary-Anne stands her ground and crosses her arms. ‘Or, you leave tonight and don’t even think about me covering your tuition!’ She yells.
There is an eerie silence in the room, as the weight of Mary-Anne’s threats hang over everyone. Steve looks like a deer in headlights, his pants around his ankles. Mary-Anne stands quivering with rage, trying to hold her position. Charlie breathes hard, her eyes not leaving her mother’s. This is the ultimate betrayal. She starts to undo her shirt and throws it in a corner. She pulls off her sports bra and whips it in her mother’s direction. Finally, as she pulls down her pants and her panties, she coldly turns to Steve and tells him to pull out his dick. He asks if she’s she sure. She says yes. If this is what her mother needs as proof, then fine. She can have it. She can have all the fucked-up proof she needs. Charlie drops to her knees, tells her mother that she hates her, and starts to suck Steve’s dick. BGG Sex Scene. Throughout the first part of the sex, Charlie hates fucks Steve and talks down to her mother. Mary-Anne watches but, when she becomes dissatisfied by what she considers to be Charlie’s lackluster effort, she joins in to show her how it’s done. Steve, overwhelmed by the two women battling beneath him, ends up fucking them both and popping on their faces.
After they have finished, another awkward silence fills the room. Steve, grabbing his clothing, tells the women that he is going to leave now. They should probably sort themselves out. He exits, and the two naked, cum-drenched family members look at each other. ‘Are you satisfied?’ Charlie asks coldly. Mary-Anne sputters that she hopes her daughter learned a valuable lesson in all this. She is normal, after all. ‘Yes,’ Charlie says, grabbing her stuff. ‘I’m a lesbian!’ and she storms out of the room, slamming the door.
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.
SCHOOL COUNSELOR TAKES ADVANTAGE AND ROUGH FUCKS TROUBLED TEEN
SCENE opens on Jamie, a beautiful 18-year-old girl, as she sits at her kitchen table doing homework one afternoon after school. The student is copying notes from one of her text books when she hears a car pull in the drive and slam on the brakes. Panicking, she quickly gathers her things and rushes up the stairs, narrowly missing her father as he staggers inside. The mean-looking man slams the door and yells at the ‘bitch’ to get down and make him dinner.
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Jamie walks down the street in her school uniform, clutching her books. She looks shell-shocked and spaced out, almost bumping into a passerby as she stares ahead aimlessly.
CUT to a teacher’s lounge. Mr. Harris, the school’s guidance counselor, is eating his lunch when one of his colleagues asks to join him. They small talk for a few minutes about work before the teacher mentions having some concerns over one of his homeroom students. Jamie is a bright, gifted girl, but something has happened to her this semester. Her once-perfect grades are slipping, and her attitude has really changed. He is worried that something might be happening at home and asks Mr. Harris if there is anything he can do to help. With college applications coming up, the guidance counselor suggests that the teacher send her in to receive some mandated counseling. It’s normal for seniors this time of year and, while they are going over her post-secondary options, he will be happy to see if he can help in any other way. The teacher agrees and thanks him before excusing himself to get back to class.
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Mr. Harris sits in his office reading when there is a knock on the door. He quickly drops his book, reaches into his desk for some mouth wash, and gargles it into his coffee cup before straightening himself out and going to the door. Jamie is standing there meekly. She hands him a hall pass signed by her teacher and says she is supposed to see him for the college applications. Mr. Harris smiles and invites her inside, shutting the door.
Asking the girl to sit down, Mr. Harris takes a seat behind his desk and studies the girl. She is beautiful but broken, with closed body language and an anxious looking face. ‘You’ve never come to see me before,’ he begins. She shakes her head. He introduces himself and gives the girl a quick background on his role at the school. He has been a member of the faculty for two years. He has an associated degree in child psychology. He is a big believer in the importance of counseling, especially as it relates to later adolescence and the transition years between teenager to adult. He asks how old she is and Jamie, without making eye contact, tells him she just turned 18-years-old. He smiles. ‘That was a certainly an interesting age,’ he recalls. ‘There’s a lot of change happening in your life, isn’t there? Does it feel like a perfect storm?’ Jamie tries to change the subject. ‘My teacher said you had to talk to me about college?’ Mr. Harris stares at her for a moment, smiling, before snapping back to the task at hand. He asks the girl some questions about her school plans. Has she thought about what she’d like to major in and where in the country she’d like to study? Jamie seems very distraught, as she chokes out that she would really love to attend Northwestern … but she knows she isn’t going to be able to. Mr. Harris leans in and takes the girl’s hand. ‘You can do anything you put you mind to!’ He says encouragingly. Jamie looks down at them holding hands and seems very preoccupied by it. She even rubs her finger gently across his.
Mr. Harris pulls away and moves behind her. He starts to talk about his role as a guidance counselor. ‘I know you were sent in here to talk about one thing,’ he begins. ‘But I want you to consider this a safe space. A place where you can talk about anything.’ Jamie stares down at her feet and asks if she can be dismissed. She doesn’t need an application. Mr. Harris cuts her off. ‘Gone are the days where a counselor like me simply sits in their office handing out applications and waiting for crisis to occur.’ He says. ‘I’m here to listen and help you in any way I can, be it academic, developmental or even personal.’ Jamie looks up at him, her eyes welling up. From his vantage point, Mr. Harris can sneak a look down the white blouse of her uniform. He tries to avert his eyes, but the girl is very beautiful, and he can’t help himself. ‘Are you sure there isn’t anything you would like to talk to me about?’ He asks, gently putting his hand on her shoulder. This time, the girl doesn’t touch him back. She just starts to cry.
‘I can’t go to college … because my father came back home,’ she says tearfully. Mr. Harris asks her to explain and the girl confesses that her father had recently been released from prison. Her mother had no choice but to let him back in, even though he had always been a very bad man. In the last six months, he has gambled and drank all the money they had saved for her school. Now, mom is barely home, and dad is home too much. It’s getting bad. Mr. Harris hugs the girl as she confesses her family secrets. His hands slowly wander down her back and rest at the top of her school girl skirt. He closes his eyes, trying to remain professional while Jamie buries herself in his chest. ‘Does your father hurt you in any way?’ Mr. Harris asks nervously. Jamie nods into his chest, starting to rub her hands over the man’s back as she breaks down. Mr. Harris bites his lip, looking at the closed door of his office. ‘What does he do to you exactly?’ he whispers. She looks up at him. ‘He fucks me up,’ she says, kissing the counselor.
The troubled school girl aggressively kisses her counselor, backing him up against his desk. He tries to pry her off, telling her that it isn’t appropriate for him to be doing this. Finally, she slumps back into her chair. ‘I’m so messed up inside,’ she screams. ‘I don’t know what to do with myself!’ Not wanting to raise suspicions, Mr. Harris hushes her and darts over to make sure his door is locked. He stutters that everything is going to be ok, he won’t tell anyone what happened. She should consider him a friend. He tries to pinch himself to stop the growing bulge in his trousers. She looks at him, her mascara running. ‘Are you married?’ She asks. Mr. Harris nods. She puts her head in her hands. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she says, breaking down. ‘I’m just confused.’ Mr. Harris stares at her, conflicted between his attraction and his sense of duty. From his POV, we see him scan her body as she twitches in her seat looking up at him with doe-eyes. ‘It’s ok, Jamie.’ He says, opening his arms. She goes in to hug him again and they stare at each other, their lips inches away. ‘Will you tell anyone?’ She asks. He shakes his head. ‘Everything is confidential in this room,’ he finds himself saying. She bites her lip. ‘I need to feel something inside of me other than my father,’ she says back. ‘Can you please help me?’ There is a very long silence, as the sexual tension builds between them. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Mr. Harris throws the girl down on his desk, pulling down her panties and undoing his pants. He grabs his dick and stares at Jamie’s bare ass, as she turns back to him. ‘Please do it,’ she begs as the guidance counselor slides inside of her.
BG Rough Sex Scene. As they have sex, the broken schoolgirl demands that Mr. Harris fuck her harder and harder. Finally, he cums on her face.
Panicked by what has happened, Mr. Harris tries to wipe up the girl’s face and get her back into her clothes. ‘I think you should probably take the rest of the day off,’ he says nervously. ‘Just to give this a little space. I’ll write you a permission slip. Is there anywhere safe you can go?’ He starts to throw his own clothes back on and write up the slip on his desk, his hands shaking, as Jamie looks defeated again. She tells him she has nowhere to go. He suggests calling a friend. She throws down her bag and screams that she doesn’t have any friends. He suggests a women’s shelter again but, by this time, the girl has begun crying again. Frantically searching for ideas, he ends up suggesting she come to his house that night. ‘I can tell my wife it’s an emergency,’ he stammers. Jamie stops crying and nods, thanking the man. He tells her to sit tight while he pulls out his phone and dials his wife, his fingers now fumbling uncontrollably. As the phone rings, he motions to the girl to keep calm. ‘Hi honey…’ he says, his voice breaking.
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.
A FATHER UNLEASHED
UNCLE BAITS FATHER INTO DP’ING HIS STEP-DAUGHTER
SCENE opens on an 18-year-old girl and an older man, Darla and her Uncle Gus, laughing and small-talking as they are midway through enjoying a coffee at a sunny outdoor café. At Darla’s feet are several bags from high-end shopping boutiques, the spoils of their afternoon out together. We close in on them to catch the tail end of an anecdote, where Gus is telling Darla yet another embarrassing story about her step-father in his youth. ‘I can’t believe Dad was so wild as a kid,’ Darla laughs, ‘he’s so normal and boring now. You on the other hand…’ She trails off with a wink and a laugh before taking another sip of her coffee. Gus chuckles and says ‘Well, I was always a bad influence on him. Just like you’re a bad influence on me!’ he says, gesturing to the shopping bags at their feet, ‘I spoil you way too much! But…you know I just can’t say no to such a pretty face.’ His compliment has a sinister undertone to it, but Darla is too enamored with her uncle to notice. ‘You know,’ she says after a time, ‘my mom’s out of town for a business trip all weekend, if you don’t have any plans you should come back to the house with me. You haven’t been over for supper in ages!’ Uncle Gus’s ears perk up at the invitation. He looks Darla up and down, hungrily basking in her features for a moment. ‘That sounds wonderful!’ he exclaims. ‘Who knows, maybe we can get you to bring out a bit of that wild side in your dad too.’
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Darla’s step-father, Eric, is at his kitchen counter preparing dinner when Darla walks in, returning from her afternoon out. She greets her dad with a smile and starts setting down her bags in the kitchen. Eric is in the middle of greeting her and about to ask how her day was when his brother Gus steps into view. A few steps behind Darla, Gus leans nonchalantly against the doorframe to the kitchen, and gives his brother a smug smile. Eric’s body noticeably tenses at the sight of him, and they share a look. ‘Hello Gus,’ Eric mutters. ‘Long time no see, Ricky!’ Gus says cordially. Eric winces and reminds his brother to call him Eric. ‘What are you doing here, Gus?’ Darla, not noticing the tension between them, casually explains that she invited Uncle Gus over for supper. ‘With mom gone all weekend, I thought we could use the extra company!’ she beams. Eric sputters and clears his throat, and eventually just says ‘Fine.’ He is clearly not happy. Gus strolls into the kitchen and pats Eric on the back. He starts telling his brother about their day out, and about all the clothes he bought Darla. He remarks that the girl’s so gorgeous, she didn’t try on a single item that didn’t look stunning on her. ‘In fact,’ he says joyfully, ‘Darla sweetheart, why don’t you try on a couple of your new outfits for your dear old dad and I?’ Darla gladly agrees, and heads to another room with a bag to change.
While Darla is out of the room, the tension breaks as Eric becomes less reserved and more angry. ‘You shouldn’t be here, Gus, if Marlene found out you were at our house…’ Gus keeps his cool and seems to enjoy pushing his brother’s buttons. ‘Good thing she’s on a business trip then, she never has to know I was here.’ Eric blinks back, a bit deflated. ‘She thinks you’re a bad influence on me.’ Gus laughs, bemused. ‘Does she now… maybe she just doesn’t know the real you then. Or maybe you haven’t told her about all the shit we used to do together. Picking up random girls, fucking their brains out, sometimes filling up both their holes at once…’ Eric winces as Gus brings up all his old exploits, those days are behind him now. He’s a father now. ‘Step-father,’ Gus corrects. ‘It’s not like you’ve developed some kind of ‘paternal instincts’ or anything, I know the old wild Ricky is still in you somewhere.’ Eric hears scuffling from the other room and shushes his brother, just in time for Darla to walk back out clad in a cocktail or clubbing dress and heels. ‘Wow, beaaautiful!’ Gus gushes, and he encourages Darla to pose in various positions while he goads Eric on. ‘Doesn’t she look amazing?’ Eric watches stiffly and chokes out some one-word responses while Darla poses in her outfit and talks with Gus. After a minute or so, Gus suggests they see another one. Darla picks up another outfit and moves to walk out of the room when Gus says ‘Darla, you can change here, it’s no bother! We’re all family here, right?’ Darla shrugs, she supposes it’s fine.
She starts removing her outfit. From over the two men’s shoulders, we watch intently as Darla kicks off her heels and changes from her more elegant outfit to a skimpier one, a tight tee-shirt and short shorts. With a slight turn of his head, not enough to obstruct the camera’s view, Gus turns to speak softly to his brother. ‘Look at thaaat,’ he mutters. Eric winces again. Gus begins describing Darla’s features as they watch her change, putting emphasis on how young she looks. ‘Don’t tell me that doesn’t bring out something in you, Ricky. I’ve watched Darla grow up, and man has she grown. You have eyes just like I do. I know you see it too.’ Eric has a pained expression on his face, but despite that he can’t help watching Darla change. His breath is ragged, and he’s biting his lip hard.
Darla finishes changing, and again Gus convinces her to pose for them. For the first minute, Eric remains stiff and silent, but then something cracks in him. He asks if she can hand him something from one of the lower cabinets. ‘Sure dad,’ she says cheerily, and bends down to open the cabinet door. Eric takes a prolonged look at her ass as she does. ‘Attagirl,’ he says. Gus sees this change in his brother and smiles. Gus asks for Darla to show off another purchase – he remembers a nice bra and panties they picked up at an underwear store, what about that? For the first time, Darla looks skeptical – wouldn’t that be a bit weird? But Eric clears his throat and says ‘No, it’s fine. Actually, if my daughter’s buying fancy underwear, that’s something her dad should know about, right? Might mean she has a boy around.’ Darla rolls her eyes, meanwhile Gus corrects him a second time – ‘Step-daughter. And Darla’s eighteen now, she can do what she wants, right Darla?’ Exactly, she says, and fishes out the bra and panties to hold up to her dad. ‘See? They’re not even that sexual. They’re just nice material.’
Gus asks her to put them on, and for the first time Darla looks truly uncomfortable. ‘I don’t know, that’s not really appropriate, is it?’ Gus puts on a pouty face. ‘I spent a lot of money on these gifts for you, Darla, don’t I deserve to at least see them on you?’ Darla starts to stutter back a response but doesn’t quite know what to say. Her dad cuts her off. ‘Darla, don’t be rude. If your uncle gave you a gift and he just wants to see you enjoying that gift, it’s not a lot to ask, is it?’ She looks flustered, but she supposes not. She is about to head off to change, when her father stops her. ‘Here’s fine. Remember what your uncle said? We’re all family.’ Darla looks uncomfortable but says ‘OK dad’ and starts undressing.
The mood for this third change of outfits is palpably different. Darla takes her clothes off hesitantly and tries to cover up her breasts and her crotch with her hands when she removes her old underwear to put on the store-bought ones. All the while, she sneaks frequent concerned glances back up at the men as she does. All subtlety from the two men is gone, they’re watching her almost like animal predators stalking prey. No words are exchanged between the two, and Darla’s attempts at lightening the mood fall flat. By the time she’s changed into the bra and panties, she’s no longer in the mood for posing. She looks and feels exposed as she stands in front of the two.
‘Very nice,’ Gus says approvingly, ‘don’t you think she looks very nice, Ricky?’ Her dad breathes in deeply, acting more and more unlike the stiff man from earlier. ‘Yes, Gus, she does look quite nice. My daughter’s a full-grown woman now.’ Gus takes a step forward, closing the distance between him and Darla. ‘I have to confess, just getting to see her in these outfits… isn’t doing enough for me. You know, I’ve bought you a lot of gifts over the years. I think it’s time I got a proper thank you.’ What does he mean, Darla asks nervously. Gus tauntingly plays with the fly of his pants. ‘I want the kind of thank you only a grateful young woman like yourself can give. I want to fuck you.’ Darla protests – what? No! That’s disgusting! They’re family! She turns to her dad pleadingly, but he looks back at her vacantly. ‘Well, Darla, he did buy you all these nice things. You accepted them. Surely the thought must have crossed your mind he might want something in return. You’re old enough to know that your actions have consequences.’ Darla looks at him with tearful betrayal. Then she looks back to Gus. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. But just this one time, I’m not taking a cent from you ever again.’
Gus tells her to get on her knees in front of him and unzips his fly. He instructs her to suck his dick. She does so, and for about a minute Ricky looks on at her sucking dick with an expression of craving and curiosity. Eventually, his hand moves towards his crotch, and Gus notices this. He stops Darla from sucking. ‘You know,’ Gus says, ‘your step-dad has paid to take care of you for years now. He’s raised you as his own daughter. Doesn’t he deserve a proper thank you too?’ Darla looks up at them both with rage and disappointment in her eyes, but after several seconds nods her head yes. Eric unzips his fly and pulls out his hard dick and brings his daughter’s head forward to suck it.
HIS ANAL MISTRESS
YOUNG ASSISTANT TALKED INTO ANAL SEX WITH BOSS’ HUSBAND
SCENE opens on Tina, a successful photographer, and her husband, Jeremy, as they are having sex in their bedroom. The couple kiss passionately as he climbs on top and starts fucking her in missionary position. Tina loves it and begs him to go deeper. At a certain point, he pulls out and eagerly asks if he can try to put it in her ass again. Her demeanor changes, as she looks up at her husband anxiously. ‘We can try…,’ she says, nervously rolling over. ‘But not if it hurts, ok?’ Jeremy gets very excited and, grabbing his lube, greases her up and starts trying to stretch out her asshole. She squirms and grimaces, clearly uncomfortable, as he slips a finger inside her tight hole. ‘Be careful please,’ she begs him. He slowly removes his finger and starts to try and slide himself inside. The camera focuses on her face, as she winches at the penetration. It hurts very badly and, after a few desperate minutes of trying to make it work, Tina finally cries ‘STOP! Please Jeremy! I can’t do it!’ Disappointed and frustrated, Jeremy pulls out and gets off the bed in a huff. He wipes himself up without looking at his wife. Feeling very guilty, Tina curls up into a ball and apologizes. She tried, she really did. He tells her to forget it. ‘I made the mistake of not doing it before we got married,’ he says coldly. ‘I should have known better.’ She apologizes again as he exits the room, leaving her naked and alone on the bed.
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Tina, dressed professionally, sits behind her desk at the studio she runs. She is zoned out, thinking about the night before, when her perky young assistant, Carly, comes in with some mood boards. The duo is planning an upcoming wedding shoot and Carly wants to show her boss some of the ideas she has put together for their client. As Tina looks over her work, Carly senses that something is wrong. Tina seems very distracted, as she has been over the past few weeks. Even though the women have always had a very professional relationship and Tina is her boss, they’ve nonetheless grown quite close. ‘Is everything ok, Tina?’ Carly asks cautiously. Tina snaps out of her daze and smiles at her assistant. ‘Yes, I’m sorry. Just have a lot of my mind lately.’ Not wanting to push the issue, Carly goes back to the mood board. While she describes her concepts, Tina stares at her. She is so young and carefree, barely 20 years old. Tina can’t even remember what it feels like to be that outgoing. ‘Can I ask you a personal question?’ She finds herself saying. When Carly says yes, Tina asks if the girl has ever had anal sex. ‘I’m sorry, that’s probably TMI!’ She apologizes, her face blushing as she instantly regrets the question. Carly laughs and tells her not to worry about it. ‘Of course I have,’ she replies. ‘Anal sex really isn’t that big of a deal these days!’ This makes Tina cringe inside. She asks Carly if she enjoys it. Her assistant, happy to be having a friendly talk with the woman she admires so much, tells her that she loves it. It feels amazing, especially once you get used to it. ‘I don’t really get to have it very much anymore, since I broke up with my boyfriend.’ She adds. ‘But I used to have it all the time!’ Tina, loosening up a little bit, starts to share her own situation. She tells her assistant about her husband’s desires and her efforts to try and please him. No matter what toys she buys or how little she eats to prepare herself, she just can’t handle the pain. She feels like a failure, as if she’s holding him back from something. Carly asks if the couple have ever thought of having a threesome or going to a swinger’s party. Tina shakes her head nervously. She’s never considered any of that. Should she? ‘Well,’ Carly jokes nonchalantly, feeling great about the heart-to-heart they are having. ‘If you ever need to tag me in, don’t hesitate to ask! I miss anal!’ She goes back to describing her mood board, as the joke weighs heavily on Tina’s mind.
CUT to that evening. Tina comes home from work to find her husband already eating dinner. She is surprised that he didn’t wait for her. When she sits down in the kitchen to join him, he gives her the cold shoulder. She tries to small talk and ignore the elephant in the room, but the conversation soon drifts back to the night before. ‘I’m really sorry that I keep chickening out,’ she says. ‘I want to do it, Jeremy, I really do!’ Jeremy forks his food without looking up at her or responding. Feeling anxious and guilty, she adds that she’s even started asking her friends for advice. ‘Like who?’ He asks, eyes still on his food. ‘You don’t have any friends anymore. All you do is work!’ Trying her best to ignore his passiveaggressiveness, Tina tells him that she talked to her assistant about it. He should be happy to know that what he is feeling is actually very common these days. Her assistant is twenty and does it all the time. She even joked about having a threesome together. Jeremy’s eyes light up. He puts his fork down and hugs his wife. ‘Are you serious?’ He says. ‘That is such an amazing idea!’ Tina tells him that she was pretty sure the girl was joking, but she wouldn’t be opposed to discussing an open relationship if it made Jeremy happy. Her husband asks to see a photo of the assistant. Tina reiterates that it was probably just a joke and he should forget about it, but he cuts her off. Why would she get his hopes up just to shoot him down again? It’s only a damn picture. When Tina relents and shows him a photo from Carly’s social media, he gets even more excited. Jeremy tells his wife to invite her over tonight. She already said she would do it! They shouldn’t wait for her to change her mind. Besides, Tina’s her boss … it wouldn’t take too much convincing. Tina protests but Jeremy gets mad at her. It isn’t fair. Why would she even tell him about this if she didn’t want to do it too? She is constantly disappointing him. Finally, the conflicted wife agrees to text the girl and invite her over.
CUT to Carly as she is wrapping up yoga practice on the lawn outside her complex. The camera follows her tight ass as she flexes and stretches in her yoga pants. She is very surprised to receive a text from her boss, who normally doesn’t contact her unless it’s a work emergency. When she asks what’s up, she is even more surprised that Tina is inviting her over for a drink at her house to discuss some upcoming projects. Excited and proud to be included, she agrees and says she’ll be over shortly.
CUT to that night. The doorbell rings and a frazzled-looking Tina answers it, inviting Carly inside. The woman immediately asks her to sit down on the couch and leaves abruptly to get her a drink. Carly notices how odd her boss is acting but brushes it off. After all, as she said, the woman just has a lot on her mind these days. As Carly looks around the nice house, Jeremy enters the room. He warmly introduces himself and sits down beside the assistant. They small talk until Tina returns, with a bottle of wine and some glasses. She nervously sets them down on the table and asks her husband if he would open the bottle. She forgot to. He leaves to fetch a corkscrew, squeezing Tina’s shoulders tightly on the way out.
Once alone, Carly asks her boss which upcoming projects she wanted to go over. Tina smiles, her mouth quivering as she tries to calm her nerves. ‘Actually, I wanted to talk to you about what you said earlier today.’ She says. ‘I have decided that I would like you to have anal sex with my husband.’ Carly stares at her boss, awkwardly. ‘Um … I really hope I didn’t offend you earlier,’ she says. ‘I was absolutely joking about that.’ Tina remains stoic and reiterates that she isn’t offended. She wants her to do it. She wants her to do it tonight, in fact, while she watches. ‘So … I can learn,’ she chokes out. Carly grabs her purse. ‘I’m sorry Tina,’ she says getting up. ‘That really wouldn’t be appropriate for me to do. You’re my boss.’ She tries to walk to the front door but is stopped by Jeremy coming back. ‘Where are you going?’ He asks gently. Tina rushes between them and pulls Carly back into the living room. She whispers sternly into her ear that the assistant offered to do it and now she expects it to be done. Carly cannot believe what is happening. ‘I was just trying to be a friend,’ she whispers.
Tina makes her sit back down beside Jeremy. ‘Well, we aren’t friends,’ she replies. ‘You work for me. And I’m asking you to please get this done. We don’t need to discuss it.’ Carly goes very quiet, as the married couple study her reaction. ‘Like my wife said,’ Jeremy chimes in sweetly. ‘It would only be this one time. Just to help her out. Honey, didn’t you mention she was due for an increase soon?’ He is trying to help his wife negotiate. Tina swallows hard and nods. Carly looks at both in them in disgust. ‘Tina, are you really doing this to me?’ She demands, angrily. Tina starts to back pedal but Jeremy shoots her a look. ‘I think it’s important to remember how much my wife trusts you,’ he adds. ‘She wouldn’t ask you to do this if she didn’t think you were up to it. And you said you love anal sex, right?’ Carly ignores him and stares at her boss. ‘You are putting me in an incredibly bad position, Tina.’ She says curtly. ‘I have been your assistant for over a year. I’ve worked overtime. I’ve worked weekends. I’ve done things even when they were not in my job description. I’ve always tried to be the best employee.’ Tina puts her head in her hands, reeling from the guilt. Carly starts to take off her clothes. She turns to Jeremy. ‘So you want to fuck me in the ass?’ She asks, raging. Jeremy nods. Tina looks at them through her fingers. Carly rips her hands away from her face and demands that her boss watch. ‘So, you can learn, right?’ she asks, laughing in her disgust. ‘You are a pathetic woman!’ She gets down on her knees and tells Jeremy to take out his dick, so she can get it nice and wet. ‘Then,’ she says. ‘You can stick it in my ass. At least I can take it!’ BGA Sex Scene. Throughout the sex, Carly instructs Jeremy how to fuck her the way she likes it while Tina cowers in the room, watching and feeling guilty. Even time the wife tries to join in, Carly either makes her do something humiliating to her husband or wait by the sideline. It isn’t long before the satisfied Jeremy pulls out and cums over Carly’s ass.
Tina tries to apologize to Carly, as the assistant quickly throws back on her clothes and heads for the front door. She informs her boss that she is quitting. She doesn’t want anything to do with her any more.
THE RECTAL EXAM
Family doctor exploits favorite patient into anal sex exam
SCENE opens with the camera focused tightly on the exposed back of a woman with a stethoscope pressed against her skin. The camera travels as the doctor’s hand slowly moves the stethoscope lower down the patient’s back, which elicits a light gasp and giggle from the patient without us ever seeing her face. She exclaims that the metal is a bit cold. A close-up of just the doctor’s mouth, biting his lip nervously, shows us that the exposed skin and flirty noises of his patient are distracting him. ‘Sorry,’ Dr. Sumner says with a bit of a dorky laugh, ‘just one more deep breath please?’ We watch her exposed back rise and fall slowly as she breathes deep, and Dr. Sumner stares at her mesmerized. ‘Gooood,’ he exclaims softly. Catching himself staring, he clears his throat and lifts the stethoscope off her back. As he turns back to stand across from his patient, we see she is a strikingly beautiful woman, Yvette. In fact, Dr. Sumner finds he has trouble taking his eyes off of her as he speaks. ‘Well, your breathing checks out, blood pressure is normal, and your vaccinations are all up to date… was there anything else that’s been worrying you that you wanted me to look into?’ Yvette looks uncomfortable as she tries to broach the subject. Actually, yes, there was something else that’s been bothering her recently, but it’s a bit uncomfortable to talk about. Dr. Sumner assures her that no topic is off limits, especially not for his favorite patient, and Yvette gets a bit more relaxed. Well, she elaborates, she’s been feeling some discomfort in her… well, her you know, (‘butthole’ she mutters hurriedly), ever since she tried anal sex for the first time with her boyfriend a couple of days ago.
Dr. Sumner is visibly taken aback, and he stutters over a response as he fidgets with his coat and tie. Yvette looks let down, she had hoped that Dr. Sumner would react more professionally than this, but he apologizes – it’s simply because he’s been treating her and her family since she was a little girl, sometimes he forgets she’s a 22 year old woman now. But she’s right, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, what two consenting adults do in the privacy of their homes is not any of his business. He remarks that it’s not uncommon for anal virgins to experience some pain and discomfort afterwards, and that the pain should subside after a day or two as long as she was careful, they went slowly, and used plenty of lubricant. Yvette, however, doesn’t seem to have been put at ease – she’s read about anal fissures and tearing and the like. Isn’t he even going to take a look to make sure it isn’t something more serious? Dr. Sumner starts to say that it’s not necessary since her level of pain doesn’t seem too severe, but then he cuts himself off. Actually, yes, she’s absolutely right, he should perform a thorough examination. Just to be safe. So if she can just please lift up her dress, remove her underwear, and bend over the table…
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CUT back to just a few seconds after, only now in a male gaze perspective from behind Yvette as we stare straight onward at her bent over ass. Her pussy and butthole are on full display as she waits patiently for her doctor to take a look. He kneels down close, placing one firm hand on each cheek to spread them wider, and stares transfixed for several seconds.
‘Um… doctor?’ Yvette asks timidly. ‘Is everything ok back there?’ Dr. Sumner snaps out of his reverie and stutters that yes, he’s just making a preliminary visual inspection before he runs more extensive tests. He periodically spreads her ass cheeks wide to provide the camera with ample close-up shots of her winking hole – this goes on for almost a minute, though the doctor is now more conscious to make it seem like a proper inspection by adding authoritative sounds like ‘mm-hmm’, ‘ok’, ‘so far so good’, etc. to keep Yvette feeling assured.
‘Well, at first glance everything seems in order, but I’ll of course have to palpate the inside of your rectum next, so you should brace yourself for some mild discomfort.’ ‘Palpate?’ Yvette asks nervously, but Dr. Sumner explains that palpate just means examining by touch. It’s just a clinical way of saying he’ll be inserting his finger. With lubricant, of course. He asks her to remain in position while he dons his medical gloves – as he does this, we see that unbeknownst to Yvette, the doctor’s attention remains fixated on her ass on display. He smears some lubricant onto his index and middle fingers, and then gets back into position behind her.
He reminds her that as he said, she might feel some slight discomfort – and then makes a bad joke about how he’s sure it will be nothing compared to how it must have felt with her boyfriend sticking it in the other night. Yvette laughs nervously, not because it was funny but to make things less awkward. The doctor sticks one gloved finger in slowly, asking Yvette to describe the sensations as he does so. She describes the initial pressure, a dull ache as his finger goes deeper in, and then finally a yelp of surprise when he sticks the finger all the way in, though it quickly subsides, and she remarks that she doesn’t notice much pain now that he’s all the way in. He remarks that he’s going to keep his finger there for a few moments, and suggests she takes a few deep breaths. He places his other hand on her ass cheek again and spreads it idly as they wait.
Dr. Sumner begins to ask Yvette questions about her first anal experience. Though as he asks his questions, Dr. Sumner coyly pulls his finger in and out, pretending it’s part of the process. Did she use lube? (Yes.) Did she work her way up to the night in question by using any smaller toys to start? When Yvette says no, the doctor suggests that if she wants to continue having anal sex she should consider it, in fact he’s read about women who wear butt plugs for hours at a time to stretch themselves out, even in public. Yvette blushes and says there’s no way she could be bold enough for something like that. Dr. Sumner changes the subject and asks if Yvette’s boyfriend fingered her first to ease her into it, and she confesses no, he didn’t. Dr. Sumner explains that that may be why she’s experiencing some pain now, and that it’s generally better to start slow and work her way up to bigger objects. As he says this, he tells her he’ll be putting in a second finger to test her elasticity. The second finger is clearly more difficult for Yvette to handle than just the one, but he eases her into it with a sense of relish.
After he satisfies himself with having fit two fingers into her hole and wiggling them around to make her squirm a bit, Dr. Sumner pulls his fingers out gently and then tells her that while things seem normal inside, he would like to get a final deeper visual inspection using a speculum. He lays Yvette on her side on the table, ass peeking out towards him, and he pulls out a rectal speculum from a nearby drawer. He inserts it carefully and uses it to expand her asshole slightly wider. Yvette remarks that the sensation is very uncomfortable, but the doctor remarks that the sensation should pass and that he promises it’s absolutely necessary. However, he is clearly enjoying himself, even inserting his finger into the opening of the speculum to tease and toy with the rim of her hole. He tells Yvette that she’s lucky that a ‘complete amateur’ like her boyfriend didn’t injure her, and that they should really take better precautions next time. Yvette, slightly weirded out, remarks that Dr. Sumner really seems to know a lot about anal sex. Like, a lot.
At this, Dr. Sumner gets very embarrassed. He takes the speculum out of Yvette and removes his hands from her, putting them between his legs sheepishly. He was just offering her some advice, that’s all. Yvette asks where he even gets all this advice from, she’s sure it’s not stuff he learned at medical school. Dr. Sumner tries to evade the question, but Yvette coaxes him – he’s been a friend of the family for years now and he’s helped her through some very tough times, she won’t judge him. Dr. Sumner bashfully answers that he watches a lot of anal porn. Yvette grins, it’s almost cute how nervous the doctor looks. She asks Dr. Sumner if he’s ever had anal sex and he admits that he hasn’t but has always wanted to. Yvette gets bolder, she bets that he must get awfully tempted sometimes with all the pretty girls he must have to look at as part of his job. In fact, he’s always said she’s his favorite patient, is that because he likes her or is it just because he’s always wanted to fuck her? Dr. Sumner stumbles over his words and Yvette takes advantage of this to coax him further. He’s right that her boyfriend is a complete amateur. In fact, having anal sex with him hurt like hell. But she bets that if a real man showed her how to do it, a man who’s completely obsessed with anal sex, he’d know how to do it right. She reaches for his crotch and he pulls back, it would be unethical. She gets up off the table and approaches him seductively, insisting that no other patient of his is ever going to go along with something like this, this is a once in a lifetime chance and he’d be an idiot to turn it down. She wants it, he wants it. What could be more ethical than that? She leans in for a kiss and he hungrily kisses back, his hands going straight to gripping her ass cheeks tightly as they embrace.
DESPERATE BROKE COLLEGE GIRL GIVES UP HER BODY TO REPO MAN
SCENE opens on Natalie, a 20-year-old college student, as she lays quietly in the bed of her small apartment. She has been trying to ignore the man at her door for several minutes now. After the knocking finally stops, Natalie waits a few seconds longer before deciding to sneak to her window. She moves the curtain to one side and peeks out, just long enough to spot him outside before quickly retracting and hiding behind the door. The knocking resumes, this time louder and more violently, causing Natalie to panic. The man calls out from the other side of the door and orders her to open it. He isn’t going anywhere. Natalie bites her nails nervously, unsure of what to do, before finally letting out a sign and opening the door to face him. An intimidating man, with massive biceps, is holding two empty duffel bags. He looks very irritated, cursing at her under his breath before diving into a prepared script. ‘My name is Tony,’ he says. ‘I’m with Flexline Repossessions. I’ve come to collect your possessions to compensate for the student loan you’ve defaulted on … but I’m sure you already know that!’ Natalie looks crestfallen. She tries to reason with him, saying she is starting a new job soon and she should be making payments again by the end of the month. Tony listens and smiles sympathetically. ‘Good, then that means this will be the last time I have to do this,’ he replies, pushing past the doorway and walking into her room. The camera lingers on Natalie’s face as she slowly turns around and closes the door behind him.
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He inspects some items closely, while tossing others directly into his duffel bags. The possessions he doesn’t take are put back haphazardly, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Natalie tries to interject occasionally — especially when he touches a gift from her boyfriend or a family heirloom — but he largely ignores her protests
As Tony works, he begins to pause more frequently to ogle and elicit reactions from Natalie. It becomes clear to her that he is spending less time on this job and more time trying to make her uncomfortable. Through his POV, we see the repo man staring at the girl’s body while he laughs at the position she’s gotten herself into; asks about the sentimental value of certain possessions; and begins to make crass, lewd gestures to try and offend her. He sniffs her underwear as he bags it; comments on a photo of her mom; and asks if her boyfriend satisfies her after discovering a dildo in her drawer. Throughout the ordeal, Natalie tries to remain calm and polite. She just wants to get it over with it, even when he gets right up in her face to intimidate her.
When he finally finishes, he takes stock of what is inside his bags and then remarks that it isn’t going to be enough to cover what she owes. She starts to cry. Glancing out the window, he notices the car parked in her driveway. ‘Is that car yours, the red one?’ He asks. Natalie’s eyes well up in desperation as she feebly tries to hold Tony back. ‘Please don’t take my car,’ she begs him. ‘I need it for my new possessive Desperate Broke College Girl Gives Up Her Body To Repo Man job. If you take it, I’ll never be able to pay back the rest of the loan. PLEASE! You already took everything else!’ Tony is unwavering, clearly enjoying her breakdown. ‘Well,’ he says slowly. ‘There is one other possession I could take instead.’
ONE DAY AT A TIME
Vulnerable Teen Addict Tricked into Sex during Rehab
The camera tracks along a stretch of road, slowly coming upon a teen girl as she lays twitching on the pavement. She is dirty and frothing slightly from the mouth, as the whites of her eyes roll back and she mutters incoherently. Lying beside her is a kit with needles, a spoon, and some unmarked powder. An unmarked cop car pulls up in the distance, its lights flashing. From a dutch angle, we see two officers step out and walk over to the girl. They feel her pulse and root through her pockets to find her wallet. An officer pulls out her ID and notes that she is over 18 years old. Shaking their heads, pick her up and put her in the back seat.
As they drive, she slumps over in the back seat. Off camera, you can hear the officers discuss what to do with her. One suggests she spend another night in county to teach her a lesson. The other cuts in, saying it won’t work. She’ll be back on the streets doing the same shit again. She needs rehab. they should take her over to the sober living house so she can detox. The guy who runs it always has a way with dealing with the lost girls. Maybe he can fix her. They drive off towards the house.
Scene cuts to several days later. It’s morning. The teen, a small fragile girl named Angie, opens her eyes. The brightness of the room is shocking and she pulls up the covers to block it out. She is naked under the sheets. The door opens and a man enters. He is clean and handsome, carrying a covered tray of food. Angie peeks out and stares at him nervously, slowly realizing that she doesn’t know where she is. The man sets the food down and introduces himself as Eric. He runs a sober living house. She looks down and realizes she is naked. She quickly covers herself, asking how she got here and where her clothes are.
Eric replies that she had overdosed and the cops who found her had brought her here. She’s lucky they didn’t put lock her up. She’s been in and out for almost 3 days, only waking up when the withdrawal symptoms got too intense. Angie remembers nothing and seems very confused. Eric sits down beside her and gently takes her hand. It’s ok, he says. I know what you’re going through. I’ve been there too. He goes on to describe his own experiences with drugs and shows her a 1-year recovery medallion. Sober living worked for me, he reassures her. I’ve turned my life around. It’s all about taking one day at a time. I can help you do the same … if you trust me.
Angie covers her head in her hands, reeling from her symptoms. She asks Eric if he can simply let her go. She doesn’t need to be here. Eric reminds her that the cops specifically asked him to take care of her. He doesn’t know when they’ll be back to check up. He tries to get Angie to open up about her own experience. She confides in him that she is a good girl, with good parents. She just parties a little too much. If he will just let her go, she promises to go home and not do this again. Eric reiterates that the cops are watching him closely and that he has an obligation to rehabilitate the girls who enter his house. Angie starts to cry, as she scrunches the sheets around herself. She begs and pleads with him … saying she’ll do anything to just go home.
Eric stares at her for a long time, his eyes occasionally darting back to the covered food tray. I suppose I could make something up if the cops came back … He says slowly. Angie perks up and continues to beg and thank him. Eric continues to stare, lost in thought. He watches as the sheets scrunched up around Angie start to slouch, exposing her nipples. But if I were to let you go, he continues. You need to make it worth my while. She asks him what he means. Eric edges closer to her on the bed and tells her to drop the sheets. Stunned, she leaps off the bed and makes for the door. It’s locked. She tells him to stay back. Calmly, Eric reiterates the situation. Look, I’m not here to do any harm. I’m here to help you. But if you aren’t willing to stay here and you want me to cover it up, you are going to need to treat me with a little more respect. I’m simply asking for an exchange. A deal. You’re familiar with dealing, right? This descends into a negotiation between Eric and Angie. After protesting, Angie ultimately decides it is worth it to sleep with the counselor in exchange for her early exit. She gives her full, lucid consent.
TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
SHY TEEN WITH DARK DESIRE SEEKS OUT STRANGER TO CHOKE HER DURING SEX
In her bathtub at night, shy nerdy teen Lucy stares up at the ceiling, unmoving. The tap drips as the only indication of sound or movement. After several seconds, there is a light disturbance in the still bathwater, and then Lucy lets out a small gasp — she’s moved her hand to slip a finger into her pussy under the water. When her finger is all the way in, she pauses for a moment, then starts slowly moving it in and out to pleasure herself, her gasps becoming heavy and sensual — several close-ups of her mouth and face, along with heightened sounds of inhaling and exhaling, draw heavy focus towards her breathing. After a half-minute or more, fully immersed in her fantasy, she inhales a single long drawnout breath through her teeth, as she slowly slips under the water, submersing herself. She stays under, and the water goes perfectly still.
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At her computer another morning, Lucy is in her pajamas typing up a college paper. She is stuck on a sentence, not sure what to write next. She breaths out a huge sigh of frustration, removes her glasses, and rubs her eyes wearily. Putting her glasses back on a little crooked, she tries to go back to writing… but a previously opened tab in the corner of her eye distracts her, and she clicks back onto it. We see on the screen that it’s a site for breath play enthusiasts called ‘Breathless’. Her breathing shallows, and she runs her fingers along where her neck meets the collar of her nightshirt as a nervous tic. She opens up a chat bar where she has a message already open and typed out, a message to another member. From the wording, it seems to be the last in a long line of messages between them. Towards the end of her message, she’s suggesting that they meet up. Her face and body language shows she is still undecided as to whether to send it or not. Clearly anxious, and idly running her fingers along her chest and up and down her throat, Lucy deliberates for several seconds. Then, spontaneously she shoots her hand out to click send. She gets an alert that the message has been sent. She closes the laptop in panic, almost in fear of what she’s just done… or perhaps what the response might be. She bites her thumb nervously and taps the laptop casing, before removing her glasses and flopping down on her bed. Her breathing is fast and nervous as she closes her eyes and lies there, eyes shut, until her breathing eventually calms itself.
CUT TO another evening, in the doorway of a house. Lucy walks through the door, followed by a strange man a couple of years older than her, Preston. He’s holding keys and locks the door behind him — this is his place, not hers. They are both visibly awkward around each other as they remove their shoes and he leads them up to his master bedroom. Once there, they sit side by side on the bed, at first making no move to close the gap between them. They talk about the breath-play site they met at, how long each of them has been a member, how they found out about it, etc. Lucy joined around when she turned 18. Preston reaffirms what was said in the chat, that Lucy has never done anything like it before. Neither has he. The closest he came was when he practiced choke grips on a first aid doll once when his dad brought one home from work, and it turned him on. He’s immediately embarrassed from telling the story, but Lucy tells him she understands — she has nobody she can talk to about her fetish either. It’s tough for a guy to ask a girl to do that, Preston admits, it would make him look like a serious creep. He’s always hoped some girl would ask him, but he knows it’s a long shot. Lucy sympathizes – everyone assumes that because she’s shy and nerdy that she’s completely innocent. One time she asked her boyfriend to choke her, and he was a bit freaked out by the idea and she quickly told him never mind. For the next few days he acted weird around her, and then not long after he broke up with her. Ever since, she’s been too shy to tell anybody she’s been with, because she doesn’t want boys to think she’s some weird freak. Especially with how word spreads around college.
There’s an awkward pause, and then Preston asks if she wants to start any specific way. Shyly, Lucy shakes her head no — she never really pictured where to go from here, she never even thought she’d ever get this far. Preston says he’s seen a few videos, it’s given him a few ideas of what to do. Does she mind if he takes the lead? Lucy says it’s fine, he can try whatever he wants, and that if it gets too intense she can tap on the bed with her hand. Preston agrees to this, and moves his hand up hesitantly towards her neck. He pauses, she nods, and he continues. He grabs her throat, and squeezes — not too rough at first, but hard enough that she certainly feels it. As he grips her throat tightly, he moves in to kiss her, first up the side of her neck, her ear, the side of her cheek, then he turns her head towards his and kisses her mouth. He kisses passionately, albeit a bit awkwardly — he moves as someone who is less suavely copying moves that he’s seen elsewhere. Still, he remains in control throughout, and Lucy submits with a gasp each time he reasserts his dominance with a renewed grip on her throat.
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.
CHARMING YOUNG UNCLE MANIPULATES NIECE TO TAKE HER VIRGINITY
SCENE opens on a bored-looking 18-year-old girl Sophie at the base of a staircase, leaning slumped against the railing. Her fingers are avidly typing away on her phone, but her expressionless face and glazed over eyes shows she’s hardly interested, just killing time. ‘So explain to me again why I have to sleep on the couch for a whole month just to make room for this loser uncle I’ve never met?’ she says in a deadpan grumble. Her mother Mrs. Kent comes into view, breathlessly scuffling back and forth to straighten a painting here, wipe dust off a shelf there, adjust her daughter’s hair (which only frustrates her further). ‘Oh come on, Sophie, be nice, it’s just until he finds a job in the city. And he’s not some total stranger, he’s family now.’ Sophie snorts. ‘Not really,’ she scoffs, ‘just ’cause gramps found a new trophy wife and she happens to come with kids, doesn’t mean we gotta spend time with them.’ Mrs. Kent looks scandalized – that’s no way to talk about her grandfather. Sophie rolls her eyes. ‘I’m just saying, what am I even going to have to talk about with this guy? Shouldn’t dad be the one to get stuck with all this family bonding crap?’ Mrs. Kent stops hurrying around for a moment and puts her hand on her waist matter-of-factly. ‘Actually, Sophie, Blake is supposed to be just a couple years older than you. So who knows, maybe you’ll have a lot in common.’ For the first time, Sophie looks up from her phone in a moment of genuine surprise, before shaking her head and returning her attention to texting. ‘Probably still a weirdo,’ she mutters. Her mom shushes her disapprovingly and then continues her lastminute tidying into the other room. A few seconds later, she calls from the other room that she thinks she hears him coming to the door but has her hands full, can Sophie answer it? Sure enough, moments later there’s a knock on the door. Sophie groans, puts down her phone and the camera tracks her as she trudges to open the door. A handsome and charming man dressed similar to Sophie is at the other side of the door, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. From Sophie’s POV we see him flash a friendly smile and extend his hand towards the camera for a handshake. ‘Hey, you must be my new niece,’ he grins, ‘I’m Uncle Blake.’
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Several days later, Blake and Sophie are hanging out in what’s evidently from the feminine decor Sophie’s old room, only now there are some of Blake’s things strewn about giving it a lived-in vibe. The two of them are sitting casually across from each other on a sprawling bed, or perhaps Sophie is on the bed and Blake is sitting in a nearby chair. He is recounting to Sophie some stories about one of his recent cross-country hitchhikes, and Sophie hangs on his every word. After the climax of his latest story, he pulls out his phone to show her some pictures he took from the trip. He gets up from where he’s sitting and sits back down intimately close to Sophie, and starts showing her the pictures. Tight camera angles of Blake watching Sophie’s face while continuing their conversation and looking at the pictures suggests tension, like an animal predator scoping out its prey. Coyly, he turns his hitchhiking anecdote sexual by telling Sophie about a one-night-stand with another traveler. He starts off as telling it like any other story, but then starts to describe the encounter more and more graphically. He relishes as Sophie blushes and has trouble meeting his gaze. Eventually he ends the story by saying it was an experience he’ll never forget, and then asks what her most memorable sexual encounter is. Sophie embarrassed admits that she’s a total virgin, she’s never even kissed a guy before. ‘Aren’t you 18?’ he asks incredulously. Sophie nods. She supposes she’s been a bit of a late bloomer. Blake suggests he could teach her how to kiss – Sophie pulls back, flustered, and he shrugs and says at least it would be better to try it with someone she trusts than with a stranger. Sophie stutters a bit and then makes up a lame excuse to leave the room.
CUT to that evening, Sophie and her mother are in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee while Sophie is asking her mom questions about what to do when you like someone, how do you know whether to make a move or not, etc. Mrs. Kent expresses interest in hearing the details – ‘who’s the boy?’ – and despite Sophie’s attempts to keep the conversation vague, she reveals small details (‘I haven’t known him long’, ‘he’s had a lot more sexual experience than me’, etc.). Her mom gets increasingly agitated as she realizes it must be Uncle Blake, especially since the past few days Sophie and he have been inseparable, and she asks Sophie point-blank whether it’s Blake she has a crush on. As soon as Sophie admits it, her mother gets agitated, she calls into the other room for Mr. Kent to come and admonishing Sophie for making a huge mistake.
Sophie tries to calm her down, but when Mr. Kent comes to see what’s wrong and Mrs. Kent explains the situation, things only escalate further. Throughout the argument, both parents interrogate her with probing questions (‘has he tried to make a move on you?’), they try to convince her to forget about him (‘you’re family for god’s sakes’ – to which Sophie protests ‘that’s just because of some piece of paper, before gramps’ wedding we weren’t related at all! … … ‘the guy’s a loser, he never stays in one spot for more than a few months, what do you see in him?!’ etc.) and finally they threaten to send Blake packing. Sophie starts crying that they’re overreacting, that he’s not like that, in fact he probably doesn’t even like her like that. It was all just a stupid crush. Mr. Kent says he’s going to have to talk to Blake and Sophie begs him not to, he’ll embarrass her and ruin things, but the dad refuses to listen. If Blake is going to stay under their roof, it’ll be under their terms, not his.
CUT to even later that night, Sophie is sitting upright on the couch in light sleeping clothes, it’s evident she was trying to sleep on the couch but muffled sounds of shouting from upstairs are keeping her awake. Finally, the shouting ends, followed by an upstairs door opening and slamming audibly. Sophie rearranges her pillow forcefully, sighs, and then lies down on her back, eyes open staring blankly at the ceiling. After several seconds of silence, the same upstairs door clicks open and closed again, this time more quietly, followed by the sounds of the stairs creaking under the weight of someone. Blake peeks his head over the couch into view of Sophie’s upward gaze.
She sits up again, and he takes a seat beside her on the couch. ‘I guess you must have heard all that, huh?’ Blake says with fake sheepishness. Sophie apologizes – she shouldn’t have opened her big mouth.Blake smiles sympathetically – it’s not her fault. Besides, he thinks it’s cute that she has a crush on him. Not that he feels that way about her of course. Embarrassed, Sophie says she knows, and she was never going to act on her feelings anyways. She was just being stupid. Good, Blake insists, because it’s important to him they stay friends. In fact, more than friends – he’s hoping that one day they can really be family, not just by law but have a real family bond. Sophie nods and says she hopes so too. ‘Well you know, Sophie, it’s important for family to trust each other,’ Blake says with a hint of admonishment. He can’t exactly open up to her if she’s going to go telling her mom and dad everything they say and do together. Sophie desperately promises that’ll never happen again – she never wants to relive how her parents shamed and embarrassed her tonight.
Blake’s tone of admonishment gets even more exaggerated. Well he didn’t appreciate being yelled at by her dad either. Especially when he hadn’t done anything wrong, when in fact all he’d done was embrace them as his new family. Sophie apologizes for her dad – she wished she’d never gotten them involved at all. Blake says it’s ok – it was their first fight as brothers. There’s bound to be plenty more.
They sit in silence for a moment. Blake leers up and down Sophie’s scantily clad body before snapping his eyes back to meet hers when she looks back at him. He smiles charmingly. ‘I guess your dad’s just trying to protect you. Like, if I really were some kind of creep, I’d probably try to take advantage of you. And I’m sure it would probably tear him up inside if he let something like that happen to you.’ Sophie rolls her eyes and then laughs. She’s not a kid anymore, she can handle herself. ‘No, definitely not a kid anymore’ Blake says with another appreciative look up and down her body. ‘But… well, I mean you are still a virgin. So it’s not like you’re all grown up either.’
Sophie looks a bit stung by the comment, and a bit embarrassed. It’s not THAT big a deal, is it? ‘Well,’ Blake retorts, ‘you’re not exactly proving your dad wrong. He thinks you’re still daddy’s little girl, that you still need protecting… you’re kind of reinforcing that by keeping yourself all innocent and precious in his eyes, aren’t you?’ Sophie doesn’t have a good comeback to this. ‘If you really wanted him to stop seeing you as his little princess,’ Blake concludes, ‘having sex would be a great way to start.’ Sophie pouts – it’s not exactly like she’s been intentionally avoiding sex. The opportunity just hasn’t come up.
‘I mean… I guess I could fuck you,’ Blake offers nonchalantly. Sophie is taken aback. Blake continues. ‘I mean, it’s not like I’m into you like that, but like I said before it’s better to do it with someone you trust. Plus, better to learn how in advance, rather than embarrass yourself with someone you really like for your first time.’ Sophie protests, she couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. Especially after what just happened with her parents. Blake retorts – he thought they’d just agreed that they were going to keep things private between them from now on. How would her parents even find out? Sophie continues to resist, but Blake charms her further. Just a few hours ago she was saying she has a crush on him, now he’s basically making her wishes come true and she’s refusing? Slowly, he convinces her – all the while making it seem to her that it’s what she wants, he’s just doing her a favor.
COLLEGE GIRL FIGHTS WITH BF AND ENDS UP COVERED IN CUM BY STRANGERS
SCENE opens on an unhappy couple, Carly and James, as they drive through a residential neighborhood on their way home. The pair have just come from James’ parents house and Carly is very disappointed at the way in which James has treated her in front of his family. Even though they’ve been dating for three years now, the man still won’t commit to anything more than living together. He even had the nerve to laugh about it with his father in front of Carly’s face. Now, as she gives him a piece of her mind, reminding him that she is 25 and just wants to settle down, he accuses her of being overbearing. She should just be happy with what they have and stop pressuring him. The fight reaches a fever pitch when Carly demands to get out of the car. She doesn’t want to be near her boyfriend anymore. He tries to tell her to calm down but, when he reaches a stop sign, she jumps out anyway and starts storming off in the opposite direction. James yells after her for a moment, before growing frustrated, and driving off.
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Several blocks later. Carly is still walking, her arms folded, and tears streaking her face. She pauses to look back at the road. Goddamn bastard didn’t even turn around! He’s going to be sorry when she gets home and dumps him. She mutters to herself as she wanders through the unfamiliar neighborhood. She has no idea where she is, it’s hot as hell, and she left her purse and phone in the car.
A black SUV appears in the distance. As it draws closer, it begins to slow down until it is driving parallel to Carly. A nicely dressed, handsome man rolls down his window and asks her if she is ok. Embarrassed, she tells him she is fine and turns back to begin walking again when the man cuts his engine. ‘Are you sure?’ He asks again. ‘It looks like you’re crying!’ Carly wipes her face and tries to shrug it off. ‘It’s ok … really,’ she replies. ‘I just had a fight with my stupid boyfriend!’ The man in the car laughs. ‘Let me guess … did you storm off to prove a point and, like a typical man, he just left you here?’ Carly nods, a smile creeping across her face. The man smiles back. He stretches out his hand and introduces himself as Adam. ‘This neighborhood is a little sketchy, why don’t you get in and I’ll drive you home?’ He offers. ‘Unlike your boyfriend, I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here!’ Carly pauses for a moment in hesitation, looking around. She knows she shouldn’t get in a car with a stranger, but he seems very genuine. Besides, she really has no idea where she is, so she agrees and gets into his car.
As they drive towards her apartment, Adam is friendly and open about himself, telling Carly all about his background and his own relationship history. Carly can’t help but feel a little smitten by the handsome stranger, especially in contrast to her jerky boyfriend. When he nonchalantly tells her that he was on his way to hang out with a friend, she makes a joke about wishing she could tag along too. The last thing she wants to do is go home right now and deal with James. Adam shrugs his shoulders and tells her she is more than welcome to join them. He’ll even take her home afterwards or call her a rideshare. Smiling at him, she bites her lip and agrees. It’ll be fun!
Cut to the doorbell ringing. Nathan, Adam’s friend, opens the door and is surprised to see Adam standing there with a young woman. The men exchange a quick glance before Adam tells him how he found Carly on the roadside. ‘Your boyfriend sounds like an asshole!’ Nathan exclaims, extending his hand. Carly laughs and nods, slightly intimidated, as she is invited in.
CUT to the patio. Adam leads Carly outside while Nathan stays in to grab some drinks. The sun is starting to go down and the view in the back is beautiful. Carly looks around in awe while Adam tells her about how he and Nathan met in college. They played football together and were in the same fraternity. Now they are business partners. Audio-visual equipment. High-end stuff. Lots of celebrity clients. Carly imagines how successful they must be, given the size of Nathan’s house. ‘Is he married?’ She asks. Adam shakes his head. ‘Nah … Lifelong bachelor,’ he replies. Suddenly, Nathan bursts through the back door holding a camera and pointing it at the duo. ‘Say Cheese!’ He jokes. From the camera’s POV, we hear him brag about the new model they just got in and how beautiful the picture quality is. Adam walks over, out of frame, to check it out and the friends ogle the tech specs while the camera secretly zooms in on Carly. She stays awkwardly by the patio edge, occasionally making eye contact with the camera and fidgeting. Nathan jokes and tells Carly to smile … she looks so pretty with the view behind her! Not wanting to be rude, she forces a smile and even makes some bad modeling poses to play along with the boys. ‘You’re not actually recording that, are you?’ She jokes, half-serious. Nathan puts down the camera and says of course not. He tells them their drinks are ready inside.
The trio sit down in the living room and Carly nervously sips her drink. She is starting to think that maybe she should just go home and deal with her boyfriend after all. Nathan continues to tinker with his camera, while Adam tells him more details about what happened to Carly. ‘Do you want us to go beat him up?’ Nathan jokes. Carly tells him that he’s sweet. James probably deserves it after the way he acted … but, she doesn’t need them to do that. She can handle it herself. Adam starts to rant about how shitty men can be, how disrespectful and rude they are. Women should be treated like goddesses … not like pieces of trash you leave on the roadside. Nathan chimes in, adding that Carly should at least consider some kind of payback. After all, the jerk should feel bad for what he’s done. What if she had been attacked out there? ‘The neighborhood he left you in,’ Adam adds. ‘Is notorious for violent crime, especially against women!’ Carly didn’t realize that, and the weight of what James did to her slowly begins to sink in. ‘It is really shitty that he didn’t even try to look for me,’ she mutters. Nathan and Adam move closer to her on either side of the couch. ‘So, what do you think you’re going to do?’ Adam asks. ‘It needs to be something that really pisses him off!’ Nathan adds. Carly looks up at them, as they invade her personal space with their questions. ‘I don’t know,’ she replies meekly. The men continue to pepper her with questions: What makes him mad? Does he get jealous easily? Maybe, the best revenge she could take is to make him jealous. Make him wish he hadn’t been such a pussy and just married her like she wanted. They get Carly riled up to a point where she is agreeing with them. It would be satisfying to see him suffer a little. Nathan motions to his camera. ‘I bet he’d freak out if he saw you with us,’ he suggests. Carly looks down at it. ‘Probably …’ she trails off. ‘Hey, let’s take some photos and send them to him,’ Adam adds. ‘I have a blocked number!’ Before Carly can say anything, Nathan is snapping photos of Adam and Carly on the couch. ‘Sit on his lap!’ Nathan says, laughing. Carly hesitates before Adam encourages her to climb on. He is laughing too. She swallows hard before deciding to just do it and slides onto his lap. She can feel the bulge in his pants as they pose together for Nathan. The man sits down beside them and takes a few more intimate photos before joining in on a selfie. ‘Now, kiss me,’ Adam says. Carly hesitates again. ‘I think we’ve got enough good photos already!’ Nathan pushes her head towards his friend and reminds her that she needs to make her boyfriend jealous. Really jealous. Make it convincing. She reluctantly agrees to give Adam a kiss, while Nathan puts the camera on a tripod and moves into join them. ‘Say cheese!’ He says again before asking permission to take her clothes off. She looks into the camera lens blankly before turning back to him. ‘Like … do you mean, have sex with me?’ She asks nervously. Nathan smiles. ‘Nothing feels worse than when your girl steps out on you,’ he says, his voice changing in tone. ‘So, if you want to prove your point, you’ll let us fuck you and you’ll enjoy every moment of it for the camera!’ Carly looks into the lens one final time before slowly agreeing to have sex with them. After all, James shouldn’t have left her. He should have come back. This is all his fault.
MR. NICE GUY
Innocent Teen Goes Home with Stranger for Extreme Rough Sex Hookup
SCENE opens on Amy, an 18-year-old girl, as she crashes through the door and into a hallway, laughing and nearly losing her footing. She is closely followed by Eric, a 25-year-old man, who catches the teenager and steadies her on her feet, laughing alongside her. The happy pair met that night at a club and instantly hit it off, flirting and dancing until the wee hours of the morning. When Eric invited Amy back to his house, she eagerly accepted and now here they are. Slightly embarrassed from the wipe out, the girl looks down the darkened hallway of her hookup’s place. It’s filled with strange statues that catch her off guard. ‘What are you … some kind of serial killer?’ she asks giggling, as Eric kisses her neck and guides her down the hall, brushing off his art collection as a hobby. He opens the door to his master and invites her inside. ‘See, no statues in here, I promise!’ She walks inside, and he shuts the door, his expression dropping completely.
Inside the bedroom, the pair start kissing and making their way over to Eric’s bed. In between kisses, they recount their night together and what a great coincidence it was for them to meet. Even though they’ve only known each other for a few hours, it feels as if they’ve known each other for years. You can tell that Amy is totally smitten by Eric, who is being sweet and goofy with her. She coyly asks if she can suck his dick and, smiling, he stops and takes her by the hand. ‘Before we do anything,’ he says. ‘I need to make sure we’re honest with each other. I’m guessing you’re not twenty-one yet, are you? You seem a little young to be at that club.’ Amy blushes and admits that she just turned eighteen, using her sister’s ID to get in. It was the first time she’s ever done anything like that before. Eric laughs, shaking his head, and asks if she even ever had sex before. Amy drops his hand and, trying to act sexy and mature, tells him she’s had three boyfriends and fucked two of them. ‘I’m really good at sex,’ she says awkwardly, leaning back in. They kiss again for a few minutes and she starts to unzip his pants when he stops her again. ‘Have you ever had rough sex before, Amy?’ He asks calmly. She looks a bit taken aback but, wanting to seem cool, tells him ‘sure, I’ve done that.’ Eric smiles and puts her hand back over his crotch. ‘Good,’ he says sweetly. ‘Because I really like you!’ Amy eagerly pulls out his cock and looks up at him. ‘I like you too!’ she says before he shoves his cock deep down her throat.
This descends into the BG ROUGH SEX scene. Throughout the sex, Eric takes a dominant role into making Amy submit to a range of rough sex positions. His attitude switches from being a nice guy to a total sadist: verbally humiliating and domineering the girl. Despite his change in behavior, Amy remains eager to please him and consents to every act but, as the sex goes on, you can see her being pushed further and further out of her comfort zone by Eric’s rough demeanor. Likewise, the further he pushes her, the more Eric seems to get off.
ANNE – ACT TWO: THE ESCAPE
SCENE opens inside Mr. Hands’ closet. Anne is seated, curled up in a ball, when she hears the knob slowly turn. The door opens, as Sally crawls in towards her friend, her bad leg dragging behind her. In a hushed tone, she tells Anne to stay quiet and they slowly crawl out together. Mr. Hands is passed out on his desk. As soon as the girls get out of the office, they quickly tip-toe through the common areas to the front door. Anne turns to thank her friend and Sally hands her Mr. Westfield’s address. ‘I copied it off the letter on Hands’ desk while he was sleeping,’ she says triumphantly. Anne hugs her friend. Sally smiles, reaching into her pocket and retrieving the necklace. ‘Thought you might need this too,’ she adds. Anne kisses her, before running off the property and into the night.
A car pulls up outside a large estate and Anne steps out, thanking the driver for letting her hitch a ride. It drives off leaving her to take in Mr. Westfield’s mansion for the first time. It’s the biggest, most luxurious house she has ever seen! But, as Anne looks down at her shabby outfit and dirty hands, she has a moment of self-doubt and starts to walk away when a gardener notices her. He calls out, asking who she is and Anne mumbles that she is here to see Ms. Farling. She is the orphan. Another gardener comes around the corner and notices her. He gives the girl a long look before using his intercom to call someone. ‘Right this way,’ he tells her, as both workers accompany the girl to the front steps.
A butler opens the door. He is very polished and handsome, dressed in a tuxedo. ‘She is the girl that Ms. Farling told us about,’ one of the gardeners says. The butler dismisses them before turning his eyes to the girl. ‘You are the prettiest orphan I have ever seen!’ He says. ‘What is your name and how old are you?’ Anne replies, and the butler extends his hand, inviting her inside.
The Foyer. As the butler starts to explain the layout, Ms. Farling rushes into the room. She is still in her dressing gown and seems surprised that Anne is here alone. ‘Sweetheart,’ she says. ‘I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Is Hands still here? I have some papers for him to sign.’ Not wanting to reveal what happened, Anne lies that he dropped her off at the gate but had to leave. Slightly agitated, as if expecting to have more time to prepare for the girl’s arrival, Ms. Farling accepts her story. ‘I see you’ve met Bruno, our butler,’ she says, placing a warm hand on the butler’s chest. He bows slightly. ‘He will be at your service, morning, noon and night. But, let me show you the rest of the house. We have a lot to do today to get you prepared!’
In a long tracking shot, the trio walk into the kitchen, where a CHEF is busy whisking in a bowl. She stops and stares at the girl. ‘This is our personal chef, Mrs. Orchard,’ Ms. Farling says before lowering her voice to a whisper. ‘She is a little eccentric, but her food is delicious, I promise!’ Anne laughs. They move to the living area, where a beautiful maid is extending herself to dust the tall corners of the room. Her stature is accentuated by a somewhat revealing outfit. ‘This is Hilda, our housekeeper,’ Ms. Farling says. The maid rushes over and gives Anne a warm hug, kissing her on each cheek. ‘You are so perfect,’ she says softly. ‘daddy is sure to love you!’ Anne looks up at Ms. Farling in confusion and the assistant grips her shoulders tightly. ‘That’s just what we call Mr. Westfield in this house,’ she tells Anne. ‘He is such a role model that I like to think of him as a father figure. It is very important to treat him with respect.’ They keep walking, with the maid joining the group. Ms. Farling and the staff knowingly exchange glances, as Anne walks ahead of them innocently. They pass a darkened wing of the house, where a GAURD is standing watch. ‘Who is that?’ Anne whispers. Ms. Farling quickens her pace, explaining that this is daddy’s office. He is inside right now, having a very important meeting and cannot be disturbed. That’s why he has protection. Anne looks at the guard nervously. ‘Come quickly,’ Ms. Farling says. ‘You are supposed to be a surprise for daddy … and I don’t want to ruin it.’ They turn a corner and spot another well-dressed man. ‘This is Michael, our driver,’ Ms. Farling continues. ‘He will take you wherever you wish to go. We have 12 different cars on the property.’ Anne says hello shyly while the handsome driver kisses her hand and introduces himself. He joins them, and they move the tour upstairs.
The second floor. As Ms. Farling explains the house’s various features and rules, Anne looks around at the staff following them. They are all smiling at her intently. It makes her a little uncomfortable, mostly because she has never had so much attention focused on herself. She sticks close to Ms. Farling and asks the assistant if she really thinks that Mr. Westfield can help her find her real parents. The assistant stops and curtly reminds the orphan that, in this house, he is not Mr. Westfield. He is daddy. She must not forget that. It is a very important rule. Anne apologies but Ms. Farling cuts her off. ‘There is no need to apologize, my darling. We are all here to help make sure you give off the best possible first impression tonight when you meet him,’ she says. ‘I know he is going to be so surprised when he sees that I’ve brought him a beautiful girl!’ Anne looks down at herself again and mutters about not feeling very beautiful. Ms. Farling assures her that it is their responsibility during her stay to ensure she is treated like a princess. Anne should enjoy all the spoils of being at home here — just as if she were daddy’s real daughter. ‘And then we can look for my parents?’ Anne asks. Ms. Farling nods, adding that if anyone has the right connections to find them, it will be daddy. The staff eye each other and the girl lustfully.
‘What would you like us to do first, Anne?’ the butler asks, putting his arms on Anne’s waist. ‘We will do anything you want!’ adds the driver. Ms. Farling smiles as the maid grabs Anne’s shoulders from behind. ‘How about we get you cleaned up?’ She says, whispering in her ear. Anne gulps before slowly nodding and telling them that a shower would be nice. ‘I think you’re really going to like it here!’ The assistant says warmly, leaning in to kiss the young orphan on the cheek.
The bathroom. Anne is naked in the shower, being washed by Ms. Farling and the maid who have taken off their clothes to join her. She seems very awkward at their touch but is trying to fit in — she wants to like it here. She needs to like it here. As they sensually scrub her body, Ms. Farling tells the orphan all about their boss. He is such a high-profile, busy man that he has never settled down or had a family of his own. When she began planning this charity event, she knew it was a perfect opportunity to change that. She wants to give daddy a feeling he’s never been able to enjoy, despite his success. Ms. Farling seems so proud of her plan that Anne doesn’t want to bring up her parents again. It might seem rude. But, that’s all that she can think about. The women continue to stress the point of making a good first impression to daddy, so much so that Anne becomes very visibly anxious about it. The maid asks the orphan if she is OK and, after some coaxing, Anne admits that she’s nervous to meet him. She’s never been given so much before and she doesn’t want to screw it up. Ms. Farling starts to steer the conversation towards how she and her staff deal with stress. They help each other relax, in every possible way. Taking a cue from the assistant, the maid chimes in to ask if Anne has ever enjoyed an orgasm. Anne confesses that she’s never had one — she won’t admit what happened with Mr. Hands, but she alludes to having had a past negative experience. The women are surprised and insist that they help her — especially if she wants to be relaxed for this evening. After a bit of coaxing, Anne agrees. She trusts the women. The maid and Ms. Farling work together to make Anne cum before leading the overwhelmed girl out of the shower where the butler and driver are waiting. They dry her off and then ask permission to make her orgasm too. Anne hesitates again but Ms. Farling reiterates the importance of what they are doing. They are only trying to help her prepare for tonight. ‘And you really think that daddy will be able to find my parents?’ Ms. Farling says yes, and Anne ultimately agrees. She has come so far already, she can’t stop now. The staff take turns having sex and pleasuring her.
After they have finished, Ms. Farling dismisses the others, so she can help get Anne dressed. Excited at the prospect of giving daddy his surprise, the assistant proclaims she has the perfect outfit set aside!
The dining room. Anne sits at a beautifully appointed table, wearing a stylish red dress and looking like the opposite of the orphan who arrived just hours earlier. The entire staff is also seated but the head of the table remains empty. After a long, awkward pause, daddy bursts into the room flagged by his guard. He is on his phone with his lawyer, clearly in a very bad mood, and pays no attention to the girl sitting beside him. The staff look at each other anxiously. Slamming his phone down, he demands to know what’s being served as the CHEF ladles some soup into his bowl. ‘Roasted carrot with crème fraiche,’ she replies. daddy makes a face and starts eating, as he tells Ms. Farling to go over his itinerary for the rest of the week. His assistant pulls out her tablet and starts to break it down for him while Anne twitches in anticipation. At a certain point, daddy looks over and notices her. ‘Who the hell is this kid?’ He asks his assistant gruffly. Ms. Farling reminds him about the upcoming charity event he’s hosting and how she was tasked to bring in an orphan to spend the week with him as part of the publicity campaign. daddy looks Anne up and down before replying that he thought she was going to get a child. ‘How old are you?’ He asks. Anne replies meekly that she is eighteen. daddy grunts and tells Ms. Farling that a teenage girl is the last thing he needs in his house. Ms. Farling protests, advising him that it would be a nice idea to have him spend some quality time with a nice young woman, since he isn’t married and never had a daughter. He stares at her coldly without responding. ‘Besides …’ she nervously adds. ‘It will look very good for your image, daddy. It will show the public a softer side to the Westfield empire and, hopefully, downplay some of the recent rumors…’ daddy mulls this over before finally agreeing and asking for the next course.
While everyone eats their meal, Ms. Farling keeps encouraging Anne to talk about herself. She tells the businessman all about her life in the orphanage, the other girls she grew up with, and how happy she is to have been chosen to represent him as his daughter for the week. daddy remains cold despite all her efforts to charm him and the staff are so preoccupied with making sure the pair get along that is causes a lot of tension around the table. Finally, daddy excuses himself for bed and leaves abruptly, accompanied by his guard. Anne is crestfallen.
‘He hates me, I just know it!’ She says pitifully. ‘Please don’t send me back Ms. Farling … I’ll do anything to stay!’ Hugging her tightly as the rest of the staff solemnly clear the table, Ms. Farling tells her not to give up. She will make sure Anne is not sent back to the orphanage. But, she needs her to be a little more convincing. daddy has a hard shell, but he is soft on the inside. All he needs is to feel like he is in control of the situation. That’s how he runs his business. Anne asks what else she can do and, helping her to her feet, Ms. Farling suggests she go and say goodnight to the man – alone. If she can prove what a good girl she is, daddy will surely want her to stay and help her find her parents. As Ms. Farling accompanies Anne to the stairwell, she reminds her of how good the staff made her feel earlier. Anne nods nervously. ‘That is how daddy likes it too,’ the assistant adds. ‘Remember that!’ They walk to daddy’s door, where the guard is standing. Ms. Farling tells him that Anne is going in to say goodnight and he lets her pass. She glances back at Ms. Farling, who shoos her in with a final look of encouragement. When she disappears, the assistant turns back to the guard and tells him to take a break. She needs to monitor this herself. The guard flashes her a quick smile and speaks for the first time. ‘Bringing him a teenage orphan … that’s low even for you, Farling!’ he jokes. ‘Yes,’ Ms. Farling replies curtly ‘I know. But anything is better than the hookers at this point!’ The guard walks off, leaving the assistant alone at the door.
daddy’s bedroom. The man is under the covers, in his pajamas, and on his phone when Anne enters timidly. ‘What are you doing in here?’ He demands, shocked to see her. ‘Nobody comes in my room without my permission!’ Anne, putting on a brave face, marches over to the bed and tells him that she wants to say goodnight. They may have got off to the wrong foot downstairs, but she wants him to know that she is the best possible orphan for his charity event. daddy is not amused. He asks if his assistant put her up to this. ‘That woman is always meddling in my private affairs,’ he grumbles. Anne bites her lip and sits down on the bed boldly. ‘Now listen daddy,’ she says. ‘You are rich, powerful, and very intimidating. When I walked into your house today, I knew I had walked in to somewhere special. And I’m going to be the greatest daughter you’ve ever dreamed of — even if it is only for pretend!’ daddy cuts Anne off and gets right into her face. ‘I don’t need a daughter,’ he replies. ‘I just need a photo op!’ Anne shrinks back. She mumbles something about being a good girl. daddy laughs. ‘When I want a girl, I hire one. I don’t want to be your fucking parent!’ He barks, turning back to his phone. ‘Now get out of here before I call security.’
Anne slowly gets off the bed and starts towards the door, crying. She knows that daddy is the key to her future, to finding her real parents. If she leaves now, she leaves with nothing. Like Ms. Farling said, she just needs to convince him. Something inside her snaps and Anne spins around. ‘You’re wrong!’ she screams, storming back to his bedside. ‘You do need someone to love. Not someone you have to pay for; someone who will worship you and respect you!’ She breaks down before him, twitching in her red dress. ‘I have spent eighteen years searching for my parents. They abandoned me. But you won’t!’ daddy doesn’t know what to do. He tells the frazzled girl to away from him. She’s a god-damn kid, what will the press think? Anne starts to cry in a panic. ‘They will think I am going to be your new daughter. I promise to be a good girl for you. I promise you will come to love me … if you just give it a chance. I will do anything you ask, daddy! BUT I’M NOT LEAVING THIS ROOM!’ She starts to climb on the bed towards him as he shrinks back, yelling for Ms. Farling. ‘She only wants what’s best for you too,’ Anne continues pleading. ‘Just give me a try, daddy… I need your help!’ daddy gets very angry and leaps out of bed to physically escort Anne out. She kicks and screams as he struggles to carry her to the door. In desperation, she starts to kiss and grab at him too. They struggle before he throws her back on the bed. ‘Are you making a pass at me, little girl?’ He growls, towering over her. ‘Because I will tear you up!’ Not knowing what to do, the tear-streaked orphan tells him yes, if that’s what he wants. He can do whatever he wants to her if he will just let her stay and help her afterwards. Her constant advances awaken something inside of daddy and the icy, distant man rips her dress off. Staring down at the naked girl, he reveals himself and tells her to suck it. It’s been days since he could hire a girl anyway.
The harder he pounds; the more Anne calls him daddy and begs for him to accept her. She slowly breaks the man down. His hate fucking slowly turns into passionate sex, with the pair kissing and acting lovingly by the time daddy cums inside of her. Their sex is INTERCUT with shots of Ms. Farling watching and masturbating from outside the door.
After they have finished, Anne kisses daddy and they share a tender moment. Ms. Farling enters and, giving her boss a knowing look, informs Anne that it is time for bed. ‘You see, I always have your best interests at heart, don’t I daddy?’ She says and leads the naked orphan out of the room, holding her hand. The man falls back on his bed and a smile crosses his face.
Anne’s new bedroom. Ms. Farling tucks Anne in and kisses her on the forehead, telling her how proud she is of everything the young orphan did to prove herself. She knew Anne was special! Once alone, Anne says a short prayer to her parents. She tells them that she is doing everything she can so that one day they will be reunited. Hopefully. She falls asleep happily, holding on to her broken heart.
Two Men Lure Teen to Seedy Motel for Double Creampie
SCENE opens one night as Trix, an 18-year-old street girl, looms in front of a large graffiti wall that marks her favorite corner. Cars and pedestrians pass by, as the girl lingers. The camera cuts in closer to reveal her scantily clad outfit and high heels as they dig into the gravel road. She lights up a cigarette. A car slowly pulls up and a man leans out the window. ‘Do you want a ride?’ He asks gruffly. Giving him the quick once-over and stubbing out her smoke, Trix agrees and crosses the car to get into the front seat. Once inside, the man, a husky blue-collar type, takes a moment before asking what she’s into. Putting on her street-smart attitude, Trix tells him that it depends what he’s looking for. ‘I’m looking for an all- night kind of thing,’ he replies coldly. Trix bites her lip, giving him another good look, before cautiously responding that that is fine. He tells he knows a good motel and they drive off. A hotel clerk sits hunched behind his desk, scribbling annotations into a small field notes book when the bell chimes. He looks up, distracted, to find the blue-collar man standing with Trix at his side. He asks for a room for the right, preferably the one on the end if it’s free. The clerk closes his book and stares at the couple. Without saying anything, he points to a NO SOLICITING sign beside his window. Trix steps forward and assures the clerk that it’s just her and her man passing through town and looking for a quiet place to sleep. Nothing to worry about. The clerk looks hard at the girl before turning his eyes back to the man. ‘Last one’s vacant,’ he says. ‘I’ll need some ID.’ The man hands the clerk a card as the clerk hands him back a key.
CUT to Trix and the man exiting the clerk’s office and walking down the motel’s exterior lobby to their room on the end. They disappear inside, leaving the camera to linger on the stillness of the night. After a few moments, the office door slowly opens and the clerk steps out, his field book in hand and a gun tucked in the back of his pants. He cautiously walks down to the room and looks in through the window. From his POV, we see Trix and the man settling into the room. She stands before him, presenting herself.
CUT to inside the room. The man asks how old Trix is and she tells him 18-years-old. He asks how she came to be such a whore. Rolling her eyes at the small talk, she tells him she ran away from home and she isn’t a whore. She has daddy issues, that’s all. The man asks if she has a pimp. Trix laughs … and says no. I know how to take of myself. She cuts the conversation short by asking what the man would like to do first. He tells her to strip which she does. Then he tells her to take clothes off. She does. The man tells her he likes rough sex. She tells him fine, but no marks. He tells her he’ll be careful. This descends into the first BG sex scene, where the man roughly fucks Trix in several positions around the room … each rougher than the last. The sex scene is intercut with POV shots from the window, as the clerk watches what is unfolding in his room. He scribbles down observations as he watches. In the end, the man takes great pleasure in finishing Trix off with a big creampie which dribbles out of her. She lays exhausted on the bed, wiping her pussy. ‘You know, I never usually let men cum inside of me,’ she says. The man laughs and tells her not worry, she’ll get what’s coming to her after he cleans up. He excuses himself to the bathroom. While the shower runs, the girl slowly gets herself up and starts gathering her things.
CUT to the window. The clerk closes his field book and tucks it in his back pocket. In its place, he pulls out a badge (hidden under his shirt) and the gun tucked behind his back and kicks open the door. Catching Trix by surprise, the clerk bursts in telling her to freeze and put her hands up. This is a sting operation. The frightened girl freezes like a deer in headlights. She knows what this means, as the man steps out of the bathroom and pats the clerk on the back. ‘Thanks for letting me get that creampie,’ he says before turning to Trix. ‘Remember this, the next time you try something like this, sweetheart!’ She scowls at him, covering herself up. He kisses her on the forehead condescendingly before leaving the room. ‘Now we can do this the hard way,’ the clerk says, ‘which involves my partner and I taking you down to the station … or we can do this the easy way.’ Trix crosses her legs and stares at the man in disgust. The room goes silent except for the sound of her leg shaking nervously. ‘Fine,’ Trix says. ‘I’ll blow you too, is that what you want?’ The clerk looks her up and down before slowly shaking his head. Trix asks what it’ll take. The man, slowly putting his badge and gun down on the dresser, tells her she’ll need to do everything she just did to his partner to him. She shakes her head. ‘I already took one load,’ she says defiantly, ‘I’m not taking another. I’m not on the pill.’ The man laughs and tells her it’s not his fault she’s careless. They exchange several more rounds of debate before the frustrated girl agrees to have sex with the clerk. This descends into the second BG sex scene, where the clerk rough fucks Trix and gives her a second creampie of the night. All during the sex, she fucks him back in anger … pissed off that she’s got caught and trying to make him cum as quickly as possible. After he has finished, the clerk stands up sweaty and triumphant. ‘Clean yourself up and get out of here,’ he orders as he throws his clothes on and leaves the room. Trix stares at the door, gritting her teeth, before breathing a sigh of relief. She looks around the room and notices the gun and badge still on the dresser. Cautiously, she walks over and picks the badge up: it’s a cheap novelty item. She’s been had. She grabs the gun and. In a fury, storms out of the hotel room slamming the door.
SECRETARY FACES REPEATED SEXUAL HARASSMENT FROM HER BOSS
SCENE OPENS on Mr. Kincaid (Derrick Pierce), a brutish-looking businessman, in his office with his beautiful secretary, Valerie (Brett Rossi), telling him about the day’s schedule. Midway through her briefing, she leans down to pick up a pen from the floor and place it back on her boss’ desk before continuing. Unbeknownst to her, Kincaid sneakily throws the pen back onto the floor. When she walks back around, she notices the pen on the floor again and is agitated, taking a calming breath while gripping her notepad tightly. She bends down, the camera giving a male gaze POV of her sexy bottom, then berates her boss about dropping the pen AGAIN. He shrugs it off and she snaps, remarking that she’s tired of how he struts around the office like he owns the place! Plus he’s very rude, and she hates the way he treats her and makes her feel small and invalidated. It’s harassment and she’s not going to stand for it anymore.She’s so worked up that she’s getting hot and sweaty, so she takes a breath to calm herself down from the outburst. Mr. Kincaid, who watches, unabashed, the whole time, responses by telling Valerie that he wants a cup of coffee and it’s not going to pour itself. Defeated, Valerie walks across the office to make a cup of coffee, although she’s clearly upset, her body tense and her hands fisted at her sides. She gazes over her shoulder to her boss, anxiety written all over her face.CUT TO TITLE PLATELater that day, in his office, Kincaid is finishing up a business call while Valerie brings him another cup of coffee. Once he’s done with the call, he gets her to relay what’s next on his calendar. As she starts telling him his schedule like a good secretary, he sips the coffee she just brought him and spits it out. ‘This is terrible!’ he scolds her as she helplessly looks on at his childish behavior. The childishness turns into bullying as he asks her how long she’s been working there — a decade? — which is pretty generous for a secretary. He’s going to tell her how this whole thing works and that he’ll go slow so that she catches on. Valerie is crestfallen, quietly insisting that he can’t treat her like this. ‘Sweetheart,’ he says with a smirk, ‘I can do whatever I want, and treat you however I want because I’M the boss.’ She’s just a dumb blonde bimbo, and nothing more.He starts stroking her cheek and she calls him out on the sexual harassment, although he instantly and calmly insists that it’s NOT sexual harassment. Even if it was, who was going to believe her, anyway, since she’s just a secretary? It’s her word against his. He stresses that he’s the one that writes the checks around there, so there’s nothing she can do about it. ‘In fact…’ Kincaid trails, promptly spilling his cup of coffee on Valerie’s breasts.Valerie tries to clean the coffee stain on her white shirt, distressed that he did that on purpose while he smugly insists that it was an accident and that he’s just such a klutz. He tells her that she had better take the shirt off and take care of the mess or it’ll stain. Valerie insists that she needs to go home to change, but he stops her in her tracks by saying, ‘OR you could stay and make your boss happy.’ If she lets him have his way with her, he’ll promote her to a position that she really wants to be in. The choice is hers.The camera is focused on Valerie’s face as she wipes her tears and struggles to make the decision. The turmoil is clear on her face, her lips tight, although the smallest hint of a grin slowly appears. Then she makes the call and removes her shirt, throwing it to the floor. ‘You know what? You’re so right. I’m so dumb! I should be helping YOU be happy…’ she insists. Kincaid is stunned by the 180 as she strokes his shoulder, fawning over him with her breasts in full view. She lays it on thick, stroking his ego in every way that she can think of, which Kincaid readily gets off on. Valerie’s days of being bossed around because she has no choice are over as she takes the lead to show him what she’s really made of.