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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BROTHER’S WRATH
ANGRY TWISTED BROTHER TREATS SISTER LIKE SEX DOLL

SCENE OPENS with a kind man, Mr. Adams, sitting at a coffee table while Mandy (Gia Derza) walks over to him with a cup of coffee. Mandy is smiling, though the smile is thin and doesn’t reach her dull eyes. Her movements are slow, as though it takes a great amount of effort to do anything.

‘Here’s your coffee,’ she says to her teacher. Mr. Adams thanks her as she slowly sits down opposite of him. It looks like she’s in a daze, and Mr. Adams is visibly concerned about this. Once she’s seated, he thanks her for letting him in. He doesn’t visit his students in their homes like this very often — in fact, this is the first time he’s done it! — but he just wanted to check up on Mandy.

‘Oh, why, sir?’ Mandy asks, her voice still faint and faraway. Mr. Adams clears his throat and says that she’s been missing a lot of classes lately. He’s concerned about her since he knows what it’s like to lose someone, he’s lost his mother, too. He just wants her to know there’s help available whenever she needs it.

Mandy says she’s fine, she has her step-brother, Ryan (Seth Gamble), looking after her now. At the mention of his name, Mr. Adams looks more concerned, saying he wants to talk to her about that. Is everything good between them?

The camera focuses on Mandy’s face, her smile fake and eyes glazed over. ‘Yeah, of course, everything’s fine.’

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Mr. Adams doesn’t look convinced and opens his mouth to speak, but his phone goes off in his pocket. He checks it, then hesitates as he says he has to go. He thanks her for the coffee and rises to his feet, as she mindlessly smiles after him. He tells her, in a careful way, to contact him if she needs ANYTHING… Mandy reiterates that she’s fine but thanks him for his concern. Mr. Adams is still torn but finally takes his leave.

Once the door is closed, another man speaks up from behind Mandy. ‘What’s he doing here?’ Ryan asks, his tone guarded.

She responds that he came by to check on her. Ryan’s eyes darken as he approaches her. ‘Oh, and what did you tell him?’ he asks, his voice dangerous. ‘I told him the truth, of course, that everything is alright and that he doesn’t need to worry about me,’ she responds. Ryan then smirks, patting her hair like someone would do to their pet. ‘Good girl,’ he praises in a mocking way. Mandy doesn’t acknowledge the pats or the praise, still detached from most everything.

Ryan then continues on, saying doesn’t Mandy want to know how his day is going? Mandy apologizes, although it’s hollow, and asks how his day was.

Ryan gushes about his girlfriend, who he just got back from a date with. She’s perfect in every way… She has big blue eyes, amazing breasts, and legs that go on for days… Mandy says that she’s happy for him. It sounds like Betty is making him very happy. He gives her an odd look and laughs in a cruel way. ‘Betty was two girlfriends ago. I’m dating Lucy now, you knew that, silly.’

Finally, he grins and wraps his arms tenderly yet possessively around Mandy. He murmurs into her ear that she doesn’t seem very happy for him and how well things are going with him and his new girlfriend… He’s worried about her, he says in an exaggerated tone to show that he really isn’t. Maybe it’s all those stressful thoughts about school, he says. Really, at this point, she should just think about quitting if it’s too much for her. He then creepily tells her that that way he would have a lot more time to look after her, he’s always going to be here to take care of her… She’s hopeless without her big brother, after all.

‘Yeah, I am,’ Mandy says, almost mindlessly, though she lifts her hands to touch the arms wrapped around her, nudging her head back against him. ‘Yeah, you need me,’ Ryan reiterates as he presses their heads together, smelling her neck. He needs Mandy, too, of course… She’s the only one he can turn to when he has that itch he can’t scratch. Lucy, Betty, all of the other girls he’s been with… they’re too sensitive. He could never ask something like that of them. But not Mandy, she’s a good girl that can take it.

Mandy echoes that, yes, she’s a good girl that can take it…

Ryan creepily begins feeling Mandy up now. Although her eyes are still blank, she doesn’t resist his touches. In fact, she subtly presses into them. It’s all done automatically, as if she’s been conditioned to do it through prior experiences, but it still signals that he can touch her.

Mandy allows him to kiss at her neck and grope her breasts through her shirt for a few moments. Her eyes seem less hazy for a moment as she carefully mentions that people are starting to get concerned about her being home all the time… like Mr. Adams…

Ryan’s expression hardens briefly, though then subsides as he cups Mandy’s cheek. He tells her not to trust Mr. Adams — he seems like a bad influence. Mr. Adams doesn’t have her best interests at heart — HE does. Mr. Adams, and all those other people out there, just want to separate them because they don’t understand the love they have for each other… Mandy loves him, doesn’t she? Mandy utters that she does, pressing into his hand.

Ryan pulls Mandy close, running his hands hungrily over her body, and reminds her that he’s the only one that knows what she needs — what she REALLY needs. If anything, he’s doing her a favor, he’s just being a good big step-brother! It took some work to get to where they are now, but she’s finally the way he wants her — perfect.

Stunning slave loves to get her tight pussy fucked hard!

YOU’RE SAFE NOW
TROUBLED VIRGIN EXPLOITED BY SOCIAL WORKER AFTER BEING RESCUED FROM CULT

SCENE opens and a fragile-looking girl (Whitney Wright) nervously shuffles along the walkway to the doorstep of a social worker’s house. She is clearly not comfortable, looking a little paranoid as she glances around her as if checking that there’s no one laying in wait around the next corner. She’s easy to startle, flinching as a car drives by in the background. She lets out a shuddery breath to calm herself, then hugs herself, trying to provide the comfort she’s been deprived of for so many days.

She steals a moment to brace herself on the steps, telling herself that she can do this. Just as she lifts a hand to knock on the door, the door opens, revealing a man (Derrick Pierce) with a warm smile. Lily jumps with surprise and he apologizes, saying that he saw her through the window. He seems approachable. He says that she must be Lily and invites her in after introducing himself as Aiden Taylor, her social worker. She seems to relax slightly — only slightly — with his warm greeting.

She steps inside the home, thanking him for seeing her, though hesitantly comments that she was surprised he asked her to come to his house, not his office. Aiden replies that he likes working from home since he finds that people who have trouble trusting others — like many of his clients, perhaps even like her — feel more at ease meeting in a comfortable, inviting setting than in a big cold corporate office. He’s worked a lot of cases and the home environment seems to work best, especially for teens who are often otherwise distrustful of authority figures.

She pauses a moment and responds that she guess she can see that, sure, warming up a little to his attempts at putting her at ease. He sees she is still a little skittish and smiles, reassuring her that she doesn’t need to be afraid anymore as he puts a firm hand on her shoulder. Lily tenses and he immediately pulls back with an apologetic look, gesturing instead with that same hand for her to head towards the office. As he does, he promises that she’s safe now, but as he closes the door, there’s a glimpse of a smile turned sinister.

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Lily and Aiden step into the home office, which is warm and inviting. There are two armchairs in the office facing each other. A desk might be present, but Aiden opts instead not to sit behind it, taking instead one of the two chairs facing each other. Aiden gestures to and pats the other chair across from him, encouraging Aiden to sit, as he sits opposite of her. He keeps a comfortable and standard distance from her of about three feet to promote intimacy. She’s nervous as he picks up a notepad and pen. Her posture is closed off, with her shoulders pulled in, her hands fisted tight against her lap.

Aiden and Lily begins discussing the case. To start with, he just needs some basic information to make sure everything gets processed correctly. He asks to check the spelling of her name and her birthdate. She gives her name and birthdate to him, and he asks if that means she’s 19, which she confirms. He also asks about her family, which makes her shift uncomfortably. She gives the names of her parents, as well as her younger sister, Emily. He asks how old Emily is, seeming intrigued — she’s Lily’s YOUNGER sister, right? Emily confirms yes, she just turned 18 this month. Only a few days before they ran away, in fact. Aiden seems pleased with this response.

Aiden then uses the tried-and-true method of small talk for easing her into the session. He talks about the weather, and she mentions that the weather was really nice for walking to his place. It felt like she was seeing everything for the first time. Aiden asks her how does she mean seeing everything for the first time? She shrugs, looking a bit sheepish as she admits that the sun is brighter, the wind warmer, the birds more cheerful… Emily was so excited when she saw a florist shop for the first time a couple days ago, Lily adds with a small but fond smile. The flowers were so colorful, like the ones just outside on Aiden’s street. ‘Father Warren used to say that boastful colors were the devil’s palette, so we only had white flowers in our homes.’

Aiden then continues, probing more into the situation. He starts by asking how many days she’s been in the city? She says it’s only been a week? She remarks that it’s hard to tell because so much has happened — it feels like her head is still spinning. He asks her where she’s staying, and she says that they’re at a local shelter. He asks her how the conditions have been and she admits they aren’t great, nothing like how things were at the compound.

Aiden assures her that it’s normal for her to feel anxiety, but that she’s doing fine. He then asks her to discuss the commune. She’s still uncertain, looking around nervously while rubbing her arm or biting her bottom lip. Aiden assures her that everything they discuss is strictly between them. He’s there to help her. She gazes at him for a few moments, choosing to trust him, then explains how her parents have both been part of the commune since before she was born, they were some of the first members to join. It was the only life she’s ever known. She didn’t think anything of it until a few months ago when she started hearing rumors. Aiden asks her what rumors she’s heard. Lily is quicker to respond now, desperate to be heard as she leans forward in her chair, becoming more animated.

She says that she heard that their leader, Father Warren, was taking girls into the barn to… to DO things to them… ‘What KIND of things?’ Aiden asks, leaning in as if almost perversely wanting to learn more, his warm presence starting to shift to something unsettling. Since she’s so desperate to get everything out into the open now, she doesn’t catch onto Aiden’s change of demeanor. She says she’s heard that he takes them back there to have sex with them.

‘And why did you feel uncomfortable about the rumors? …Is it perhaps because you secretly wanted to be one of those girls?’ Aiden asks, still in a professional tone, which seems creepier now because of the nature of the questioning and the way he seems even MORE focused on her. His eyes even flicker over her body briefly, which she catches.

She closes her body off again, gasping. ‘No, of course not! Why would I want that?’ she exclaims. Aiden slips back into a practiced smile as he leans back into the chair. He apologizes to her for making her uncomfortable, explaining that he’s worked with many troubled teens that developed attraction towards the men that have been exploiting them. He invites her to continue speaking.

Lily is a little wary again now, but continues talking, unable to help herself. She NEEDS to be heard! She says that ever since she started hearing the rumors, it was like a fog has been lifted. She noticed other strange things, too, like how everyone seemed TOO happy, but any time she tried to talk to her parents about it, they denied everything. Finally, she decided that she NEEDED to get Emily to safety. She couldn’t let Emily be the next one that Father Warren decided to be sinful with. They fled, having no belongings, no money, nowhere to stay… They got a ride to the city and have been staying at the women’s shelter for now, but it’s not enough. They can’t stay there forever. When she asked the homeless shelter volunteers, they referred them to Aiden, so that’s why she’s there. They said a social worker might be able to help her and her sister get the care and resources she needs to ensure that she and Emily are truly SAFE. She’s the big sister — she HAS to take care of Emily. She can’t risk them being sent back to that crazy place now.

Aiden says that he think he may be able to get them into a transitional home and goes to the computer to check. However, he’s not really looking anything up at all as he instead watches Lily from afar. After a few moments, he approaches her and says that he can help them. But there’s a lot of people ahead of them on the waiting lists…

Aiden then reveals that he is convinced that Lily and Emily were part of a sex cult. Lily is shocked, but especially when Aiden crouches close and suddenly looks a whole lot creepier. Aiden reflects out loud that if the commune was that strict about sex, Lily is probably still a virgin then… but, he asks, has she ever at least masturbated?

Lily is shocked by the change, recoiling away from him. She finally states that she’s REALLY uncomfortable about all this and doesn’t think he’s the right fit for her needs. She makes for the door but Aiden speaks up again in a cold drawl. ‘You COULD leave, if you want. I certainly won’t stop you. Just know that I’m the ONLY one that can help you get what you need to start a new life. No one else will help you if I exaggerate a few things in my notes here…’ Lily exclaims that he can’t do that. He counters that he CAN and WILL.

She’s horrified and torn. ‘No, I HAVE to protect Emily… I have to get her AWAY from all this…’ Aiden smiles darkly as he undoes his pants and removes his cock. ‘If YOU cooperate, I can help make sure you BOTH get the new life you’ve dreamed of. You can be together and HAPPY for the rest of your lives…’ he teases.

Lily tries not to stare at the cock, since it’s her first time seeing one, shocked by everything that’s happening. She backs up as he approaches until her back is against the nearest wall. ‘What are you doing?? No, I-I can’t do this…’ she stammers. He asks if she’s REALLY going to let her dear little sister down like that? He said he’d help her and he plans to keep his promise. Now she has a choice to make.

She finally reluctantly agrees to have sex with him if it means securing a better future. She nervously drops to her knees and parts her lips while looking up at him. He mockingly says that she’s made the right choice and that her sister should be SO PROUD of her for being so brave…

IMPREGNATING THE SITTER
GRIEVING HUSBAND IMPREGNATES TEEN TO FULFILL LATE WIFE’S LAST WISH

April (Alina Lopez), a teen babysitter, climbs the front steps of a residential home. For her, this is just another day. Another job and a few more dollars in her pocket, which she really needs. However, it looks like the man living in this home is well off because the place is HUGE!

She knocks on the door and a pleasant man (Dick Chibbles) greets her. ‘Mr. Perry?’ April greets with a smile. ‘Yes, that’s me. You must be April, welcome!’ Trent says. April beams, saying that she’s pleased to meet him and that she can’t wait to meet the boys.

April moves into the living room with Trent, making some small talk where it’s revealed that she’s raising her younger brother. Her parents passed away, so it’s all on her now. Trent is sympathetic, though he moves onto asking her questions that seem a little beyond small talk. What nationality is she, is she a gymnast, how’s school going?

April politely answers all the questions the best she can, even if she’s uncomfortable. When it comes to school, she admits that she wants to go into fashion, though money’s a bit tight since she didn’t get a scholarship. Trent seems intrigued and says, well, there’s no shame in working for it!

April then asks where the kids are and he says they’re in the playroom. He’s just going to be gone for a few hours, so hopefully she won’t have issues with them. When April asks when the wife will be home, though, Trent gets a bit dodgy. He simply says that she won’t be coming home. She’s at work and has a deadline, so… Anyway, is April ready to meet the kids? April smiles and says that she is and heads off down the hall where she’s directed.

As she does, Trent walks behind her with a longing gaze. ‘One hell of a mother…’ he says under his breath.

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CUT TO hours later, and April is tidying up the living room after having put the kids to bed. She picks up a few toys then moves to a table where there are crayons and a drawing. She sets the toys aside and smiles to herself. ‘Aw, I wonder what they drew…?’ she says to herself as she picks up the drawing. As soon as she gazes at it, her brows furrow with confusion.

It’s a picture with stick figures, very much a child’s drawing. There’s a man labeled ‘Dad’ and a woman next to him labeled ‘Claire.’ They are surrounded by three kids, the boys. They all look happy. There’s another woman off to the far side labeled ‘Mom.’ She is smiling too but a dark crayon has scribbled her out. The picture has a disturbing vibe.

‘What does this mean?’ April murmurs to herself as she tries to make sense of the picture. She’s a little unnerved, putting the paper back down on the table.

Curious, she takes out her phone and does some research. She pulls up a search engine and searches Trent Perry’s name. She quickly finds an obituary for his wife.

She hears movement behind her and whirls around. Trent is looming in the doorway, looking menacing. April’s startled, demanding to know what the hell is going on in this house? She points to the page on her phone with his wife’s obituary — why is he lying?! Trent looks devastated as grief washes over him, though he shakes it off. ‘Listen, I can explain…’ he starts, begging for her to just hear him out.

April hurries to get out of there, but before she’s out the door, Trent blurts, ‘Have you ever had someone just DIE on you?’

April pauses, painfully remembering her parents’ deaths, and remains, letting him have a chance to explain himself. He begins to tell her a sad story about how he and his wife had been trying to have a baby for YEARS. Then one day, they finally got lucky, though the doctor told her not to take the baby to term. She did, anyway, but died during childbirth, giving Trent their firstborn son. Even though he loves his son, he wished he’d been given a daughter because that’s what they’ve always wanted.

April is wary, but moved by his plight, and says she’s sorry for his loss. She was so confused by the picture… But who’s Claire? Trent explains that Claire, the sweet young woman in that drawing, was a wet nurse for his son in that first year, someone he came to know very well in those dark days, and like April, she was someone with great maternal instincts. Desperate to rebuild his family, they made an arrangement in hopes of Claire giving him a daughter, but he got two other sons instead.

And now? Claire is gone…

When April asks where Claire is now, Trent dismisses the question. Instead, he says that he hopes that April can be the one to give him a daughter.

April is freaked out, flat-out refusing him, though Trent quickly assures her that she doesn’t need to be in LOVE with him! He’s just asking her to be the vessel for his daughter. Listen, April needs to pay for college, right? He can take care of that for her! Her younger brother? Trent can make sure he gets into the best private school. Money isn’t an issue for him, he just needs a womb. It’s just 9 months of April’s life. Plus, she’d be fulfilling his wife’s last wish…

April needs a few moments to think it over, conflicted. This is a lot to ask of someone, but she needs the money. She has to provide for her brother and she has big dreams for herself as well. Finally, she asks how much Trent can offer her, signaling that she’s open to the deal.

Trent is relieved as he approaches April and takes her by the arm, their eyes meeting. Without saying a word, although there is a mutual understanding, he slowly leads her upstairs.

INDECENT EXPOSURE
PSYCHIATRIST MANIPULATES GIRL AFRAID OF SEX INTO SLEEPING WITH HIM

Jane (Ella Knox) waits in the reception area of Dr. Bishop’s home office. She is very nervous and agitated. The door to Dr. Bishop’s office slowly creaks open. Dr. Bishop (Alex Jones) emerges from the office, telling her to please come in. The camera follows her as she enters the office. Dr. Bishop closes the door and motions for her to sit down in a separate area of the office away from his desk where there are two chairs across from each other, mentioning she should get as comfortable as she likes. She sits in a chair that faces away from his desk. Dr. Bishop formally introduces himself. Jane nods but otherwise doesn’t respond. ‘I understand that you have been referred to me by Dr. Hill?’ The girl nods shyly, yes, she utters. He continues, saying that as he understands it, Dr. Hill is retiring. That kind of change can be very disruptive to a patient’s therapy, but he is here to make sure that the transition is smooth, Dr. Bishop continues, walking around behind the chair that she sits in. What brought her to therapy?, he asks. Jane looks a bit thrown off – doesn’t he have her file?, she asks. Yes, but he wants to hear it in her own words, he says. Jane takes a deep breath. ‘Well, Dr. Hill says I have a fear of…intimacy,’ she says slowly. She’s having trouble articulating her real issue to a stranger. ‘I’m afraid of…sex,’ Jane finally admits. ‘Can you help me?,’ Jane asks softly, hopeful. ‘I assure you, this is exactly my area of expertise, and I will do EVERYTHING in my power to help you,’ he says.

‘Let’s talk specifically about your phobia. Fear of sex. Do you have a guess as to how this started?’ Jane fidgets and says ‘no’ evasively. ‘And HAVE you had sex before? Or has your fear always stopped you before?’ Dr. Bishop asks. Jane looks increasingly uncomfortable. Yes, she has, she says quietly, looking down at her lap. ‘Can you tell me how old you were when you lost your virginity?’ he asks. She guesses it must have been about…4 years ago? She’s 22 now, so it was when she was 18, Jane answers. ‘Describe it to me,’ Dr. Bishop says after a moment, unzipping his fly again. Losing her virginity?! Does he really want her to describe it to him?, Jane asks incredulously. Yes, he says matter-of-factly, since she has a crippling fear of sex, they need to isolate the root cause of it, he says evenly, as unbeknownst to her, he unzips his fly and takes his dick out. He slowly inches it towards her face, but Jane is too in her own head to turn around and notice anything. ‘And take your time, dear,’ he finishes, ‘we’re in no hurry,’. Um…ok, Jane says reluctantly.

‘My parents were out of town and my brother was having a party, and it…happened that night,’ Jane says. Continue, Dr. Bishop says. ‘Well, the party was really fun, and I went to my room for a minute to touch up my make-up and…someone came in…it was this guy I knew. We had both had had a few….well let’s just say we both had had a few, and I guess that gave him the courage to tell me that he had a crush on me, and before I knew it, things were out of control and I was…naked with him, and…it happened,’ Jane says, exhaling loudly as she bites her nails. Please, be specific, Dr. Bishop prompts, pacing slowly behind her as he holds his cock and lightly waves it close to her, coming extremely close to her head, but not touching it. He tells her that to help, she can perform a relaxation exercise as she recounts the story. He tells her to lay her head on the back of the chair and close her eyes, and to focus on nothing but her words as she speaks. Jane does as she’s told. Dr. Bishop lays his hand on her shoulder, offering her words of support as he continues to stroke his hard dick with his other hand. After a moment, Jane speaks. ‘We started kissing, and he…took off my shirt, and then…I just did it cause I felt like…I had to,’ Jane says, her voice quivering with emotion. Abruptly he pulls his cock away and efficiently puts his dick back into his pants, zipping up as he says ‘That can be enough for now, Jane. Please open your eyes.’

Jane opens her eyes and turns in her chair to look at him. He leans on the edge of his desk, smiling kindly. ‘Take a deep breath, I know that was hard, but you’re safe,’ Dr. Bishop says. Jane exhales loudly, trying to steady herself after reliving the memory. The doctor remarks this was clearly an incredibly painful and traumatic experience, and in admitting what occurred that night, she has already made significant progress, he says. He is more convinced than ever that that night is the source of her phobia and he now feels comfortable recommending an appropriate course of treatment, Dr. Bishop says. ‘Are you familiar with ‘Exposure Therapy’?’, he asks.

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Jane shakes her head. No, she doesn’t know what that is. He will explain, he says. ‘Exposure therapy is the practice of exposing someone to what they fear the most, demystifying the fear and thus removing it. You have been afraid of sex ever since that experience, so what exposure therapy means for you is that you need to have sex once more, to face that fear, and to overcome it. I believe that this is the only suitable course of action for you,’ Dr. Bishop says smoothly. Jane’s eyes go wide and her lip begins to tremble. No, no, no, she can’t do that, she WON’T do that, she can’t just will herself to have sex with some guy!, Jane stammers frantically, clearly terrified at the very thought of it. ‘Oh please do not misunderstand me, I’m not suggesting that you engage in some sordid ‘one-night-stand’. Exposure therapy must be administered very carefully and under the supervision of a professional, thus I am recommending that I be the one to…administer your therapy,’ Dr. Bishop says confidently and matter-of-factly. Jane’s jaw drops. ‘You want ME to…with YOU?! Are you crazy?? No way,’ Jane exclaims.

Dr. Bishop moves towards her. He smiles down coldly. ‘I do not take this lightly and only recommend this because I truly believe that this is the correct treatment, but let me be very clear: if you do not want to do this, which is, of course, your right…’ at this Dr. Bishop lays a hand firmly on her shoulder. She flinches a bit, but his grip is tight. He continues speaking. ‘I’d only see one possible future for you: you would walk out of this office and resolve that you will fix your problem on your own. And maybe you will have some progress at first, but you will eventually revert back to all your old fears, all your old phobias, and you will live the rest of your life terrified. You will not be able to maintain relationships or experience any sort of closeness and ultimately any true pleasure. Before you even realize it, your life will be over. You will die alone, with no one by your side. And that future, for you or for any of my patients? That is MY greatest fear,’ Dr. Bishop says. Jane looks confused, wrestling with what he has just told her. ‘You can’t know that this is what’s going to happen!’ Jane says, almost pleads. He has been a psychiatrist for almost 15 years and his experience tells him that this is exactly what will happen, he says patiently. ‘Don’t you want to be happy?’ he asks. Jane still seems uncertain but looks up at him with a hopefulness, as if to say: please, please help me. ‘Ok, if you promise that it will help me,’ she says softly and reluctantly.

Dr. Bishop asks Jane to stand up and face him. Mentioning that any sexual encounter begins with the participants getting naked, he tells her to remove her clothes. Nervously she strips down, exposing her huge tits. Dr. Bishop tells her to lie down on his desk. She hesitantly complies and he spreads her legs, getting his first look at her tight pussy. He lowers his face to it, burying his tongue in her juicy mound. Jane is still uncertain, but can’t deny how good his tongue feels on her clit and moans loudly. As she gets more and more into it, Dr. Bishop eats her pussy hungrily. Soon, it’s time for the next phase of her treatment, and Dr. Bishop has Jane get on her knees as he frees his cock from his pants.

But Jane’s therapy is just beginning, and before her fear of sex is cured, Dr. Bishop is going to expose her to things that she never even DREAMED of…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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