Balance of Power

SCENE OPENS on a small city council private office where a councilwoman, Janice Monroe (Angela White), is hard at work. She appears confident, and sharply dressed in a chic but no-nonsense business suit. We watch her work for several seconds from a male gaze POV, until her concentration is broken by a telephone call on her office phone.

She picks up, and though we don’t hear the sounds from the earpiece, Janice pulls the phone away from her ear in pain from an apparent shouting on the other end of the line. She asks the man on the other line, Bill, to calm down and explain what’s the problem. She does her best to collect herself as she listens, breathing deep and fidgeting with her suit and hair. She listens and replies, and from the one-sided conversation, we get the impression that Bill is a business owner calling to complain about losing a city contract bid.

Bill had spent weeks negotiating terms and another company swooped in and got the bid at the last second. Janice puts on a brave face and tries to assure him that everything was above board, and that the winning bid was just at a better rate than what Bill’s company was offering, but Bill insists that it’s not possible, he has ties with all the local suppliers and there’s no way anybody else in town could match his bid. Janice reprimands Bill telling him that if he wants to meet formally to discuss the issue, he’s welcome to schedule an appointment, but she warns him that he’d better think twice before speaking to her like that again or he risks closing the door on future negotiations. Bill tells Janice that he’s not the only one who thinks things have been fishy lately, and that she’d better remember that it’s her constituents who pay her bills each week. Through gritted teeth, Janice thanks Bill for being a concerned citizen, and slams the phone back in the cradle in frustration. As soon as she’s hung up, Janice’s brave face and confident posture dissolve, and she collapses back into her chair and puts her head on her desk in tears.

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We cut back to Janice’s office an indeterminate time later. She’s stopped crying and is back at work, though with none of the confidence or determination she exhibited earlier. She is clearly having trouble concentrating, rubbing her eyes wearily and swearing to herself under her breath. Before long, the door to her office opens and in struts Garrett (Zac Wild), a cocky smarmy-looking businessman who strolls up to greet her and — rather than sitting on the chair facing her – sits straight on the corner of the desk. Looking uncomfortable, Janice quietly moves her papers and other clutter away from his intrusive form seated on her desk. She tells Garrett that she’s very busy right now, and asks what he wants. He says that he’s sure she has time for a little chat, she always manages to make time for him. Looking bothered and anxious, Janice gets up from her seat and goes to close her office door discreetly. When she looks back, Garrett is now sitting in her seat. She asks him to get out of her seat. Instead, she seems pathetic and desperate here. Garrett gives her a greasy smile and pats his lap, telling her there’s plenty of room if she wants to join him. She turns her head, disgusted. Without looking back at Garrett, she asks what he wants.

Garrett explains in a patronizing tone that he’s not feeling satisfied with their current arrangement. He wants another favor. Janice looks flabbergasted — she’s already paid him off twice, and she just colluded to get his company his second city contract at a way higher rate than market value. Garrett says yes, that’s true, but that’s really more to help his business, but now he’s getting restless and he feels he wants to work on his personal brand, maybe even get into politics himself. He wants an endorsement from her to run for his own spot on the city council. Janice coldly says absolutely not — she can’t endorse a candidate with no political experience and dubious ties to criminal activity. It’ll draw too much attention, and could be career suicide for her. Garrett tells her he thinks she’s exaggerating, and feels he’d make a great candidate. He’s even come up with the perfect campaign slogan, ‘Make America Garrett Again’ he jokes.

Janice pleads with him — he needs to be reasonable. She’s given him everything he’s asked for, to the point where people are starting to get suspicious. Garrett says that that isn’t his problem, and he asks her where all that worry about getting caught was a few months ago when she was embezzling funds from the public office for her personal use. If only she’d been more careful then, she’d never be in this situation now. But she wasn’t, and all this is just the universe’s way of balancing things out. Janice gets more desperate — if he wants to keep his leverage, he has to be smart about this. She can’t help him if she gets indicted. Maybe they could revisit his proposal in a few months, after things have a chance to die down. Garrett admits that she makes good points, but he’s just not a patient guy. What is she going to give him to keep him happy in the meantime? Janice looks completely broken down — she doesn’t have anything left to offer him. He’s already taken everything from her — he’s robbed her of her independence, her pride, her happiness. What could possibly be left for him to take?

Garrett stands up from the office chair and says that he can think of one thing, and reaches out to stroke her breasts with his hand. Janice flinches and takes a step back. No, he can’t ask her to do… that! She’s a married woman, she could never do that to her husband. Garrett shrugs and wonders out loud if her husband would be any happier to find out she’s a thief, and a liar, have to visit her in prison… Nearly in tears, Janice asks Garrett how he can be so cruel, to ask her to do this. Garrett simply shrugs and says ‘because I can.’ Janice makes Garrett swear that if she lets him have his way with her, he’ll back down with all his demands. He agrees he’ll back down… for now. He asks if they have a deal and she says yes. In an instant, he moves in on her with a sleazy grin still on his face.

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Not Who She Seems

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SCENE OPENS on an empty suitcase sitting in the middle of a woman’s bed. While the radio plays in the background, items get tossed in as Alex (Adriana Chechik), a 21-year-old college student, hurriedly packs for the weekend. It’s her anniversary with Derek (Seth Gamble), her boyfriend of several years. He’s booked a cottage up north and she couldn’t be more excited to get away from school and her roommates for some quality time alone.

She wipes the frame, packing and repacking items including clothes, underwear, hiking boots, a book of erotica and box of condoms, and an anniversary card she made for him. She wants it to be a special weekend.    As she frets over the final items, the camera pulls out to reveal her fully for the first time. A car honks in the driveway and Alex’s roommate calls out — ‘Derek’s here!’ She zips up her bag and, with a big smile on her face, turns off the radio, exits her room and rushes to the front door. Derek is waiting outside, by his car, and the camera lingers as she runs out, gives him a big hug, and gets inside.

A birds-eye shot of Derek’s car driving down a tree-lined road, occasionally passing other vehicles. After a few moments of ambiance, an overlay of Alex’s voice cuts in. She is playing a trivia game and Derek is trying to guess the correct answers.

CUT TO a closer birds-eye shot of Derek’s car isolated on the road, as the sounds of the couple playing and laughing over their game are heard. Finally, Derek loses and tells his girlfriend jokingly to turn the app off.

CUT TO inside the car. Alex closes her phone and looks out the window at the trees passing. The sun is starting to set behind them and she smiles at the beauty of it all.

CUT TO a front-mounted car shot. Derek notices his girlfriend’s gaze and starts to talk up the cottage he rented. It’s rustic but right by a lake and near many hiking trails. He just knows she’s going to love it. Best of all, there is a hot tub on the deck! Alex turns back to him and squeezes his hand. ‘I love you,’ she says affectionately. ‘I love you back,’ Derek says leaning in to give her a kiss. They keep driving for a few moments in silence, as the camera cuts between angles. Alex thinks about what she packed — the book of erotica she plans to ask Derek to read to her, the lingerie she purchased for tonight. She bites her lip in anticipation and sneaks a glance at her boyfriend’s lap while he drives. Maybe she should start their celebration a little early?

‘Hey, pull over for a moment,’ she coos in his ear. ‘Why? I want to get there before dark and we’re still over an hour away,’ he replies, not getting the hint. Alex grabs his crotch. ‘Not even for a little road head?’ She whispers flirtatiously. Derek looks down at her hand before a smile crosses his face. He shakes his head and pulls the car to the side of the road.

CUT TO a profile shot of the parked car in front of the woods. Inside, Alex is unbuckling Derek’s pants while he leans his head back. This weekend is starting off perfectly, he thinks to himself as he braces for her mouth. But something suddenly catches his eye. A red glowing light in the trees just past their car. He stops his girlfriend and pulls her back up to her seat. ‘Do you see that?’ He says, pointing. Alex looks in the direction of his finger at the ominous crimson glow. It’s almost pulsating. ‘What the hell is that?’ She asks quietly.

Derek zips himself up quickly and gets out of the car. Alex rushes out beside him. ‘What are you doing?’ She asks nervously. He hushes her. ‘What if its an ambulance or something? Maybe someone’s hurt. Just stay there. I’ll be right back.’ The boyfriend disappears into the woods, leaving Alex alone on the roadside. The sun has fallen behind the trees and it is getting dark. Crickets chirp loudly, and she shivers, not knowing whether to get back inside or not. She calls out a few times but no reply.

Finally, Derek yells: ‘Babe, come here … you’ve got to see this!’ A dolly zoom emphasizes Alex’s reaction as she sees her boyfriend step out with something very unusual dripping in his hands. They are covered in red slime and he is holding what look like large fish eggs. Alex carefully walks over to examine them. As she leans in, the eggs pop and fizzle like something frying. The smell is horrible. ‘Gross! What are those?’ She asks Derek. ‘And why did you get them all over your hands — what if they’re toxic?’ Derek’s eye gleam, his adrenaline pumping, as he tells her that he found a whole nest of them. They are cooking or something, maybe incubating, under a light that’s coming from the sky! They must be on classified land – like you read about online. Government tests. She has to see it. He grabs her hand and pulls her into the trees.

CUT TO a pile of eggs, oozing in slime and membranes, underneath a red spotlight. Derek crouches down beside them and starts poking at them with a stick. Each time the stick strikes one, it makes a buzzing noise, almost like an electrode. Alex is extremely nervous. ‘Stop that,’ she whispers. ‘You don’t know what you’re doing!’ Derek tells her to relax. He’s held one. They are clearly harmless. And they seem to be multiplying. ‘What?’ Alex mouths in fear. Alex points the stick to the middle of the pile, where a cluster of smaller eggs are growing. They are grouped close together and making a lot of static noise. From a low angle, Alex and Derek lean over the cluster as the static amplifies. ‘Derek …’ Alex says slowly as the noise increases. ‘They’re moving.’ Derek nods slowly. The static reaches a deafening pitch as the couple instinctively cover their ears and the red glow turns into a bright white light. Alex looks up just as the light blinds her and a shower of red eggs fall on them. Fade to white.

CUT TO a black chamber, illuminated only in the center by a small white spotlight. Alex and Derek lay like slugs, their bodies wrapped tightly in plastic-like cocoons. Only their faces are visible. The room creaks and echoes, as the distant sounds of inaudible conversation and movement are heard. It sounds like a crowd is gathering.

Alex slowly stirs, her eyes going wide in horror as she realizes her confinement. She gasps out Derek’s name, barely making a sound, as he too regains consciousness. Their breaths quicken as they struggle to free themselves … but they can’t. Suddenly, the light goes out and the room goes black. There is a moment of silent panic before a loud cranking is heard and the ceiling starts to open up, letting colorful flashes of light pour in to illuminate the chamber.

On either corner of the small vapid space, two other humans (Kristen Scott, Ryan McLane) lay curled up and motionless in fetal positions. They are naked and covered in slime. The couple stare up into the lights, horrified, as the distant sounds grow closer. Pops, whizzes, screeches, hisses, and unrecognizable voices fill the room from the ceiling. The voices sound excited and boisterous but are not in any language that Derek and Alex can recognize. Soon, an even louder alien voice comes over a speaker and the crowd fall silent. In a bone-chilling tongue, it begins to speak and, as it talks in pops and clicks, the crowd erupts into more hisses, banging, and cheers. The lights beam down on the couple as they wriggle.

The two humans in the corner suddenly stand up, as if instructed by the speaker. They crawl towards each other and over top of the couple. Without saying anything, they begin to have sex. Their bodies slap together, and they moan while the faceless crowd cheers on from above. Alex and Derek try to say something, but nothing comes out of their mouths. The man pounds the woman until she is just about to orgasm and the crowd hushes itself to listen. She lets out a large moan before falling back on top of the couple. The crowd erupts triumphantly, and the lights roll up as the ceiling closes again with a crank, leaving only a small spotlight left in the darkness.

Alex and Derek start to writhe frantically but are surprised when the other couple quickly hush them. They have snapped out of whatever state they were in and appear normal. ‘Be quiet, we don’t know how long we have,’ the man says, his hand clasped over Alex’s mouth. His partner gets up and starts chewing at the side of Derek’s cocoon to release him, while the man pats Alex’s head sympathetically. ‘It only takes a few minutes to get you out,’ he reassures her.

Soon, Derek is loose, and the trio help to get Alex out of her casing. When they are both free, the couple embrace and hold each other tightly, while Derek demands to know what is going on from the others. The man steps forward and explains that they don’t know how long they’ve been here, but they know they’re being watched. ‘We’re like some kind of fucked up puppets to them,’ the woman chimes in bitterly. ‘And they all love a good show!’ Alex shakes her head in confusion. ‘Why were you having sex?’ She asks meekly. The woman stares at her coldly. ‘We do whatever that voice tells us to do, that’s how we’ve lasted’ the man replies. ‘Well, what the fuck is it saying?’ Derek cuts in, his voice raising.

A loud crank deafens the room and the ceiling opens again, letting the flashing lights and sounds of cheering back in. Alex stares up, squinting to see. ‘What do you want from us?’ She screams. The voice on the speaker chimes in, saying something inaudible. All of a sudden, Alex stops. She nods and, turning to her boyfriend, says ‘yes’ before dropping to her knees to begin blowing the other man. Derek goes to break them up, furious, when the other woman latches onto his cock as well and starts sucking. The men both begin to moan, as the woman suck harder and harder. The voice on the speaker speaks again, its voice raising and almost angry, as the crowds begin to whisper amongst themselves. They don’t seem pleased. The men moan loader and Derek is just about to cum when suddenly, the lights are cut.

The two couples fall back down to the floor, breathing heavily. Alex’s mind is racing. She knew what she was doing. She agreed to what she was doing. But it felt as if something was inside of her the whole time motivating her actions. She starts trying to piece it all together. Was it a terrorists? Are they now being held at some kind of prison camp? Derek jumps in with his own theory. Maybe they’re having an allergic reaction to the stuff that he found, and this is all just a dream or hallucination.

The other couple shake their heads. ‘They’re not human,’ the woman says. ‘We think it’s like an alien game show … or a boxing match,’ the man adds. Derek threatens to deck him for stepping in on his girl. ‘Hit me all you like,’ he snarls. ‘It won’t do anyone any good. They hate us guys anyway … we’re the first to die.’ The woman breaks them up and urges them to be quiet. They need each other to survive. They have to try to get out of here.

Alex asks her to explain what they meant by a game show. ‘The lights come on and it’s like a curtain is lifted so the spectacle can begin,’ She says. ‘We don’t know how many are up there but it’s like a fucking stadium!’ The man adds that it seems as if they are placing bets on who will cum first. And they always want the women to win. If a guy cums, the host comes and takes him away. ‘The host?’ Derek asks. ‘The one on the loudspeaker,’ the woman replies.

Alex, meanwhile, has been quietly listening and pacing. ‘How many other people have you seen here?’ She asks. The couple look at each other in desperation. ’18 to 20 … but we’re the only ones who’ve survived,’ the man replies. ‘And they only ever come down here if a guy, you know, finishes first?’ She asks. They nod. ‘What do they look like?’ Derek whispers. The man turns to him. ‘Like the devil!’ He says, terrified. Alex bites her lip before turning to the group and saying, ‘Have you ever tried to trick them?’

CUT TO a loud crank. The ceiling opens again, letting the flashing lights and sounds of cheering back in. The voice on the speaker chimes in and the crowd erupts in excitement. Alex finds herself spinning around to drop to all fours, ass up in the air, her hands spreading her cheeks frantically to expose her pussy. Derek drops to his knees to enter her while the woman crawls underneath him to lick her pussy as well. The other man puts his dick in Alex’s mouth, which she begins to suck furiously. She finds herself getting crazier and crazier, moaning loudly to the excitement of the crowds. This is exactly what they want, she thinks to herself. So, she makes herself even louder, grabbing the man’s shaft and working it with both her hands and her mouth. It cannot go deeper down her throat. She mouths at Derek to pound her, fuck her harder. He does obediently, his eyes transfixed by what is happening before him. This seems to be revving up the crowd to an uncontrollable pitch.

Suddenly, just as she is about to cum, Alex screams ‘NOW!’ at the top of her lungs.

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Why Are You Doing This!?

Scene opens on Alison (Emma Hix), who is in her living room, pacing nervously. She is clearly worried about something. She hears a knock at the door and hurries to answer it. Her boyfriend Bradley (Lucas Frost) is there. He greets her, kissing her on the cheek as he walks into the house like he owns the place. He loudly sits down on the couch and puts his feet on the coffee table obnoxiously. So tonight’s the night huh?, Bradley leers at Alison. ‘I don’t think I can do this,’ she says worriedly, still standing. Baby, come here, he says, motioning for her to sit on the couch next to him. When she moves to sit down, he instead grabs her around the waist and pulls her onto his lap. She lets out a surprised gasp. ‘Baby, you know I love you right?’ he asks smoothly. She says ‘yeah’ quietly. And he’s not making her do anything she doesn’t want to do, right?, he says. It’s her choice, but she knows what’s going to happen if she doesn’t do it, he continues, raising his eyebrow. Her eyes go wide as she stares at him, frozen. ‘I don’t want that to happen, but if you don’t do what we agreed on, I WILL make sure it happens’, Bradley says icily. But don’t even worry, she’s going to love it, he adds. She nods, still extremely nervous but clearly acquiescing to his demands. He looks her up and down like she’s an object he’s appraising. ‘You look like a nice little slut,’ he says, his formerly kind tone completely replaced by one that is vaguely sinister. He kisses her hard. ‘Are you my little slut?’ he asks her. Yeah baby, she responds. ‘And you’re gonna eat her fucking pussy right, aren’t you?’ he asks, reaching around and grabbing her ass. ‘Yes baby,’ she says, gasping. ‘Fuck yeah you are…and I’m gonna watch you do it,’ he says. Just then, they hear a key being inserted into the lock. ‘And there she is now. She has no idea what we have planned for her tonight,’ he says, a sleazy grin plastering his face. The door opens and Connie (Sarah Vandella) walks in. Immediately, Bradley separates himself from Alison and his sleazy grin transforms into a polite and welcoming smile. Connie smiles and says hello. ‘Hi…Mom,’ Alison says.

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Cut to the dinner table, where the three have just finished eating dinner. ‘That was delicious, Connie,’ Bradley says. ‘Oh thank you Brad,’ Connie returns his grin. ‘It’s Bradley,’ he corrects her, the agreeable and positive image he projects faltering for a moment as an edge of anger creeps into his voice. Oh, she’s sorry, she forgot, Connie says, somewhat taken aback by the glimpse of what lies beneath Bradley’s surface. That’s ok!, Bradley says, flashing her a charming grin as he snaps back to his friendly appearance. Alison seems distracted, perhaps focused on the task that lays ahead of her. ‘And how’s the house? Everything good here?’, Bradley asks, waving his hand around the room. Connie tells him that it’s wonderful and thanks Bradley again for everything he’s done. It was so tough after the accident, with her husband gone…and of course she couldn’t work anymore…,Connie says sadly. Bradley nods, pretending to be sympathetic. So when Bradley came along, she was just so happy that Alison had someone, Connie continues. And then he arranged for his dad to help them with this place…Connie continues. ‘You’ve really been a godsend,’ Connie says to Bradley, smiling warmly at him. Oh it’s really nothing, Bradley says with false modesty. ‘It’s not nothing. There’s no way we’d be able to afford this place if your dad didn’t own it and hadn’t given us a discount on the rent,’ Connie says appreciatively.

‘It’s no problem at all,’ he says, with a faux sweet smile. ‘Anything for my girl,’ he adds, kissing Alison on the cheek but then leaning in close to her ear and whispering ‘Do it now.’ Alison looks at Bradley pleadingly. Connie begins to clear her plate, putting her napkin and cutlery on it, so is too distracted to see the exchange between Connie and Bradley. Bradley, through gritted teeth, motions her to get on with it. Alison takes a deep breath. ‘Mom…there’s something I wanted to talk to you about…something…private,’ Alison says hesitantly. Sure, what’s going on honey?, Connie asks brightly. Well…, Alison clears her throat, trailing off. Bradley, playing his part, steps in. Why don’t they go to Connie’s bedroom, where they can speak privately and he can wash the dishes while they talk?, Bradley suggests. That’s so nice, thank you Bradley, Connie says. Connie and Alison get up and leave the room. Bradley pretends to shuffle the dishes around, watching Alison and Connie as they leave. He listens for a moment, and once he’s satisfied that they’re in Connie’s bedroom, he leaves the kitchen. Cut to an over-the-shoulder shot of Bradley as he quietly creeps down the hall, arriving at the open door of Connie’s bedroom.

We see Alison and Connie talking as he watches. They are sitting on Connie’s bed together. So what is it honey?, Connie asks. Alison is frozen in nervousness. ‘I’ve been having these…thoughts lately Mom,’ Alison says, looking up at her mom. What kind of thoughts?, asks Connie. ‘Thoughts about…you,’ Alison says slowly. ‘Thoughts about me? What does that mean exactly?’ Connie asks, a little wary. ‘I’ve just started to…look at you differently. I mean, you’re so…beautiful,’ Alison says. ‘I just….I think I love you,’ Alison says. ‘I love you too honey. Even though I’m not your biological mom, you don’t ever need to doubt that,’ Connie says tenderly. ‘No no I mean…I’m IN love with you,’ Alison says. Here we go, Bradley whispers to himself, fondling his crotch in anticipation, seal the deal baby.

‘Oh my god,’ Connie says softly, her mouth wide in shock. ‘I know I’m your stepmom Alison, but for all intents and purposes, I’m still your MOM, and there are boundaries that mothers and daughters don’t cross,’ Connie says patiently and firmly. ‘You do understand that, don’t you honey?’ Connie asks. ‘I know Mom. I’m 18-years-old, I get how these things work, but I just…I can’t deny how I feel. I had to tell you: I want to be with you,’ Alison says, putting her hand on Connie’s knee. Oh no, no Connie laments, they can’t do this, it’s completely inappropriate. Connie softly removes Alison’s hand from her leg. ‘I know how lonely you’ve been since my dad died,’ Alison says, sliding her hand under Connie’s skirt between her legs. Connie removes Alison’s hand from under her skirt. ‘Alison, stop this right now! What’s gotten into you?! Your boyfriend is right downstairs!’ Connie says fiercely. ‘I don’t care,’ Alison whispers desperately and again slips her hand between her mom’s legs. Despite her misgivings, Connie is clearly thirsting for human touch and doesn’t resist this time. She gasps as Alison rubs her pussy while she kisses Connie’s neck. However, she seems just about to come to her senses and push Alison away when seeing this, Bradley chooses this moment to make his entrance, pretending that he just stumbled upon the scene by accident. ‘Just wanted to—oh my god!,’ he exclaims.

Connie snaps her eyes open, abruptly moving away from her daughter. Connie looks horrified. Alison doesn’t look surprised to see Bradley since this was all part of the plan. Connie exhales loudly, smoothing out her skirt. ‘Bradley this isn’t—‘ she stammers. ‘Oh please. I know exactly what this is,’ he says with a smarmy tone and plops down into the chair that faces the bed. ‘Carry on,’ he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. ‘C-carry on?! Nothing was happening, I swear to you Bradley, we were just talking and then suddenly…,’ Connie says frantically. Bradley insists that he knows what he saw. Connie and Alison are going to get back to what they were doing when he came in, Bradley says. ‘And I’m going to sit right here. And I’m going to watch,’ Bradley says. ‘Just like we talked about, right baby?’ he asks Alison. Alison doesn’t answer, instead looking down at her lap, deeply ashamed. Connie looks at her daughter. ‘You…knew about this?! So all that talk about being in love with me,…that was all to get me to do this with you…for HIM?!’ she asks Alison. Alison looks up from her lap to her mom. ‘Please Mom I–,’ Alison begins, but Bradley cuts her off. Fucking right she knew about it, he wanted them to put on a little show, so he told Alison that she needed to make it happen, Bradley says. ‘And Alison does what I say. Because she knows exactly what the consequences will be if she doesn’t,’ Bradley says threateningly. ‘You’re disgusting, get the fuck out of my house!’ Connie yells at Bradley angrily.

Well, he guesses he’ll have to tell her about those consequences then, Bradley says. ‘You see, that’s just it. This ISN’T your house,’ Bradley says calmly. Connie’s brow furrows as she contemplates the implications of his question. ‘That’s right, it’s not, it’s my father’s property,’ Bradley continues. And his father loves him very much, so if Bradley asks him to, he’ll evict Connie and Alison so fast that it’ll make their fucking heads spin, Bradley says. ‘So I suggest…that you both…Take. Off. Your. Fucking. Clothes,’ Bradley says menacingly. There is a long silence. ‘You seemed so…nice,’ Connie says, almost to herself as she shakes her head in disbelief. He is nice, he just gets…bored sometimes, Bradley says absently. ‘You’re doing this because you’re BORED?! How can you be so cruel?’ Connie asks softly, horrified. Who knows really?, Bradley asks rhetorically. Maybe it’s because he’s rich and entitled?, or because he likes being in control?,    or because his mommy left him when he was a little baby?, Bradley asks gleefully, mock crying as he mentions his mommy. Or maybe it’s just because…why the fuck not? laughs Bradley sadistically. ‘So you have a choice: Are you going to hit the sheets or hit the streets?’ Bradley asks. ‘Hit the streets or hit the sheets? That’s pretty good huh? I came up with it while I was driving over here!’ Bradley laughs. So what’s it gonna be?, he asks, his laughter stopping abruptly. Connie looks at Bradley with pure rage and terror. Realizing that she only really has one option, she turns to Alison. She puts her hand on her daughter’s knee and leans in reluctantly for a kiss. ‘No, stop. I need to hear you say it, otherwise, it’s no fun. Is this what you want?’ Bradley asks. Yes, Connie says quietly through gritted teeth. Yes baby, Alison says numbly. ‘Good choice,’ Bradley says. ‘Now, Connie? Fuck your fucking slut daughter please,’ Bradley says evenly. Flashing Bradley a look of hatred, Connie turns to her daughter. They begin to kiss and Alison slides down between her mom’s legs, slipping her panties off. Alison licks Connie’s clit hungrily as her mom gasps, unable to conceal her pleasure while Bradley watches.

But they’ll find out soon enough that Bradley wants to do a lot more than just watch, and Bradley ALWAYS gets what he wants…

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Bratty Teens – Vanessa Sky

Vanessa Sky thought she was being all slick when she decided it’d be a good time to choose the living room in which to masturbate while listening to her favorite band. She just found Tommy’s voice so SEXY.. unfortunately for her, Tommy is her stepbrother Xander’s ARCH NEMESIS, and when he caught the teeny bopper getting off from her moaning, he was NOT happy. If she was going to be cumming to ANY band, it was gonna be HIS – but she argued NOTHING about him or his band turned her on! So he’d just have to show her… by shoving his cock down her throat and pounding her pussy and ass! It worked.

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Anne – Act One: The Orphanage

SCENE opens late one night. A cop car pulls into frame and parks beside a large residential complex. The driver door opens, and a uniformed officer gets out, adjusting himself and sauntering up the front steps. A plaque on the door reads: The Hands Transition House for Wayward Girls. No one answers when he knocks, so the officer lets himself in.

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Inside the complex. The officer walks down a darkened hallway towards the main office of Mr. Hands. His transitional facility is a government sponsored orphanage that, according to state regulations, is supposed to release its orphans once they turn eighteen. But, Mr. Hands has discovered a much more lucrative way to retain them. He has built a secret room in the back of his property where he moves the girls once they come of age. There, he can keep them occupied to support his other business ventures and no one from the establishment ever needs to know.

But the officer knows. That is why he is here. He has been accepting bribes for years. When he enters the office, he walks in on Mr. Hands, dressed in a smoking jacket, receiving a blowjob from one of his girls. The 18-year-old orphan is dirty and half-naked, resting on her hands and knees to service the corrupt proprietor. She doesn’t even look up as Mr. Hands casually invites the officerto sit down. ‘Sorry, I didn’t expect you tonight!’ He laughs. The officer is used to the man’s complete lack of discretion and curtly requests his monthly envelope. As he slowly takes it out of his pocket, Mr. Hands boasts to the officer about business. He has a fresh acquisition: an 18-year-old orphan named Anne. The girl had been dumped on his doorstep years ago and grew up in the orphanage. Despite being abandoned, she still holds out the naïve hope that one day her beloved parents will return, even wearing a broken necklace left for her by her mother!

Their conversation is intercut with tightly cropped shots of Anne being led up the back of the property to the secret room. We do not see her face, only her hands clutching a broken heart necklace as she walks nervously.

The officer cuts the man off and demands his envelope. He doesn’t need a sob story. Just keep the girls low-profile and nobody should come around to bother him. After all, they’re all adults, right? And he isn’t doing anything inappropriate to them, right?!? The men laugh, as Mr. Hands stands up, dismisses the girl, and hands the envelope to the officer. He peeks inside before tucking it in his pocket and going to exit. ‘Please tell me one thing, though,’ the officer says, chuckling. ‘Is this one at least pretty?’ Mr. Hands curls his lips up in a sneer and says ‘The prettiest one I’ve ever had. A redhead!’

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Inside the secret room. Anne’s face is revealed for the first time, as she sits down on her new cot still clutching the broken heart necklace.

Anne stares out the window, still clutching her broken heart, as the camera slowly tracks back to reveal seven other 18-year-old orphans sharing the same room. The space looks more like a sweatshop than an orphanage, with work stations set up at each cot.

Mr. Hands has been using the girls as labor for a black-market business he has selling used panties. When they aren’t producing for him, they work on webcam and other forms of men’s entertainment to earn their keep. Free room and board … plus some extra perks if they get along well with the boss. On this evening, two of the orphans are busy working a cam show while three others rub, remove and package a giant stack of panties. They’ve been at it all day and look exhausted. Another girl dolls herself up in a cracked mirror, getting ready for a special guest that evening, while, Sally, a frail girl lies huddled in her cot trying to get some rest. Her leg braces rest beside her.

Patty, the resident bully, comes bursting into the room with her sidekick, Bonnie. The two orphans have been with Mr. Hands the longest and enjoy making the other girls squirm. Sally is their favorite target. Bonnie grabs her leg braces and makes fun of her while Patty stirs up the other orphans to get involved, teasing that it won’t be long before Mr. Hands gets tired of the normal girls and wants a go at the cripple. This is because, each night, he comes into the room and cherry picks a few girls to fuck him in exchange for work relief.

Patty starts to imitate him, going from girl to girl, groping and kissing them, and offering them favors in exchange for sex as they all laugh and play along. Sally buries herself under the covers to hide from their teasing, as Anne takes notice and rushes over to break up the crowd. Protecting Sally, she demands that Bonnie let go of her braces. When Patty comes at her, the two girls almost get into a fight. The orphans restrain Anne until she finally backs down, telling the bullies to stop picking on girls weaker than them. Patty retaliates by telling all the other orphans that they shouldn’t support Anne. After all, she is the reason why Mr. Hands has been doubling down on the rest of them. If she wasn’t such a goody-two-shoes virgin and just let Hands fuck her occasionally, life would be simpler. After all, it’s not that hard if you just play along. ‘But Anne thinks she’s better than the rest of us, girls!’ Patty yells. ‘All because of that stupid necklace and the delusional belief that her parents actually love her!’ Furious, Anne rushes her again and the orphans start to fight when Mr. Hands comes barging into the room.

The orphans panic and jump into their cots. Mr. Hands staggers through the room, demanding to know who was causing the ruckus. He pokes around each cot, unimpressed with the state of the girls’ workload, before zeroing in on Anne, who is hiding in a corner of the room. Getting right up in her face, he accuses the orphan of distracting the other girls and keeping them from finishing their work. Before she can protest, he punishes her with double duty the following day. Several other orphans laugh gleefully as he doles out the punishment, but Mr. Hands quietens the crowd. ‘Of course, there is one easy way to get out of this, Anne,’ he says with a sneer. Anne tells him she isn’t interested and tries to get around him. The lusty proprietor follows her, sneaking a look up her skirt and telling her it would only last a few minutes. All the other girls do it and some have even grown to like it.

He pulls Patty to her feet and starts to use her as an example. She is clean, well-fed, and has everything an 18-year-old girl would want. He pulls Bonnie up as well and bends her over. Looking at her friend with a smirk, Bonnie hikes up her skirt and pulls down her panties. ‘Would you like my pussy or my ass tonight, Mr. Hands?’ She asks submissively. He slaps the girl on the ass and tells her to make out with her friend to get him hard first. She does obediently. Anne turns away in disgust.

Mr. Hands fucks Bonnie and Patty in front of Anne to try and coax her into agreeing to be with him too. She continues to refuse his advances, even as the two girls join him in his taunts. They follow Anne all over the room, fucking and teasing her while she tries to avoid them.

Several other orphans chime in to pressure her while the rest watch nervously in silence. In the end, Mr. Hands cums in the mouths of his two most loyal orphans, who lick him up eagerly and tell Anne she is just being a prude. Her parents are never going to come for her. And she has nowhere else to go. Anne clutches her broken heart and asks Mr. Hands to leave her alone. Angry, the sweaty man rips the necklace from her neck and storms out of the room, leaving the girl to collapse in a crying heap as all the other orphans tuck into their cots and go to rest.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Anne is shell-shocked and depressed, having no hope left after her necklace was taken. She kneels on all fours, scrubbing the orphanage’s courtyard, while the other girls goof off around her. Mr. Hands has made it his mission to break the girl’s spirit by having her do all the chores by herself. Only the crippled Sally tries to help her.

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A luxury car pulls into the complex. A beautiful and well-dressed woman named Ms. Farling gets out and walks to the front door of the orphanage. She is the personal assistant of a very successful businessman named Anthony Westfield, who has been asked to invite a local orphan to his estate for an upcoming charity event. When Mr. Hands opens the door, he is immediately suspicious. His informants are supposed to keep people like this off his property, especially nosey women. When she hands him a letter from the state requesting his cooperation, Mr. Hands has no choice but to invite her inside. As they tour the kitchen and common areas, Ms. Farling tells the crooked proprietor that her boss never had a daughter of his own, so she is hoping to take in a teenage girl for the week as a surprise for him. Mr. Hands freezes. He tells her coldly that they don’t have any good girls right now … only delinquents and troublemakers. Disappointed, Ms. Farling agrees but just as they are about to exit she overhears the orphans in the courtyard. She can see them through a window and insists that she go down and look, despite Mr. Hands’ protests.

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Ms. Farling enters the courtyard and all the orphans stop, stunned to see such a beautiful and sophisticated woman in their midst. They know they are not supposed to interact with the public and a few of them even try to hide. Anne is the only one who doesn’t react, her face still focused on the floor. Ms. Farling notices her immediately and walks over, kneeling to address the sad looking girl. She feels so sorry for her. She asks her name and how old she is and, when Anne doesn’t respond, Sally limps over to join them. ‘This is Anne, ma’am,’ she says politely. ‘She is 18-years-old and has been here since she was a baby. One day, her parents are going to come back and get her!’ A single tear streams down Anne’s face as she makes eye contact with Ms. Farling for the first time. ‘Is that true, young lady?’ She asks, clearly moved. Anne nods slowly. ‘Would you like to come with me and let me help you find your parents?’ She asks. Anne smiles for the first time in weeks and Mr. Hands, who has been watching anxiously in the background, steps in between them. He tells Ms. Farling to ignore Anne, she is the worst of the lot. A thief. Not the type of orphan her boss would ever want in his home. Ms. Farling, her eyes never leaving Anne’s, replies that she has made up her mind. Anne is the perfect candidate, even more so if she has a troubled past. After all, the press loves a good story and the girl will be a great fit for her boss’ image. Mr. Hands tries to dissuade her, but the assistant reminds him of her court order. The state clearly says that she can select any orphan she wishes from under his care.

Left without a choice, Mr. Hands puts on a fake smile and assures the assistant that he will personally bring Anne to their estate in the morning. He is always supportive of charity. She smiles and, hugging Anne, tells her she will see her tomorrow. It’s only a day away. She lets herself out, leaving Mr. Hands alone with the orphans. His fake smile turns into a snarl the moment she is gone. He plucks Anne up and drags her out of the courtyard, while the other orphans rush back up to their room.

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Mr. Hands leads Anne into his office and throws her down on the couch. He tells her that he has no intention of letting her leave after she has disobeyed him so many times. She begs him to let her go, pleading that this opportunity may be her only chance to find her real parents again. Mr. Hands laughs and pulls the broken heart necklace out from his pocket. He dangles it in front of Anne’s face while using the situation to manipulate her. Why should he cooperate when she has been so uncooperative in the past? She knows what she needs to do to get favors from him. Desperate, Anne finally offers to have sex with Mr. Hands if he will agree to take her in the morning as he had promised. He smiles and makes her repeat her offer several times, to his amusement and sick satisfaction. Then he takes his pants down and takes Anne’s virginity in his office.

Once he has cum, Mr. Hands staggers over to his desk. He pulls out a vial and a rolled-up bill, leaning over the desk to sniff something up, as Anne struggles to put her skirt back on. She asks what time she should be ready in the morning and, looking coldly at her whilst sniffing, Mr. Hands replies that he has changed his mind. He’s going to bring someone else instead. Maybe Patty. Anne wasn’t quite as good as he would have expected. A bit of a letdown, really, considering all those months of buildup. Betrayed and furious, Anne charges at Mr. Hands, screaming that she is leaving and that she wants her necklace back that he stole from her. The crooked proprietor grabs her by the throat. ‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he growls before locking the orphan in his closet. He sits down at his desk, does another line, and puts his feet up as Anne pounds her fists behind the door.

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Office Harrassment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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