EYES IN THE SKY
COUPLE TAKEN BY ALIENS AND MADE TO STAR IN LIVE SEX SHOWS

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 unconscious 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 terrorist attack? 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.

EYES IN THE SKY
COUPLE TAKEN BY ALIENS AND MADE TO STAR IN LIVE SEX SHOWS

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 unconscious 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 terrorist attack? 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.

IT’S NOT YOU
CLOSETED LESBIAN COAXED INTO STRAIGHT SEX WITH BOYFRIEND

SCENE OPENS on a teen woman Sheena (Aidra Fox) standing in her bedroom. ‘Billy, I have something to tell you…’ she says to an unseen recipient, clearly struggling with the words. ‘I’m a lesbian.’ She waits with a pause, but there’s no response – after a couple of seconds, the camera cuts wider to reveal that she’s in fact practicing in front of a mirror. She sighs in exasperation, and mutters to herself that it’s too blunt. ‘Billy,’ she tries again in a slightly different tone, ‘you know that I love you, right? But… I can’t, like, LOVE love you. Because… I love women. UGH!’ She continues to get more and more frustrated as she practices coming out in different ways in front of the mirror, none of them sounding right to her. Eventually she gets so upset that she hits the side of her fist against the wall with a large smack. She swears to herself as she shakes off the pain and paces around the room. She shoots a look over to her cell phone, which is laying conspicuously in the middle of her perfectly made bed, dead center. It seems to stare at her, and she stares back in hesitation for several seconds. Finally, with a burst of nervous energy she picks up the phone and dials a number.

As the phone rings, Sheena bites her thumb and shakes her legs restlessly. On the third ring, her boyfriend Billy (Robby Echo) picks up. ‘Hey babe,’ we hear his voice say casually on the other end of the line. ‘Hey bab- hey Billy,’ Sheena replies, obviously uncomfortable with using their usual terms of endearment towards him. He asks her what’s up, and she starts off with a variation of the speech she was practicing in the mirror. She asks him that he knows she loves him, right? He says yeah, of course, he loves her too. She says well, she has something to tell him. She goes on to say that she’s figured some stuff out about herself, important stuff… she stops herself mid-sentence, and asks to start over. She tells her he’s very special to him, and she has some news to tell him. He replies with worry that she sounds serious – is it something bad? Thrown off by the question, she stutters that it’s not bad, just… different.

Billy laughs nervously, ‘Babe, you’re not making much sense.’ The conversation is silent on both ends, as Billy waits for a reply and Sheena takes a deep breath in, desperate for air, and puts her hand to her head frustrated with herself. After a moment, Billy asks if she’s there. ‘Yeah, I’m still here, sorry…’ Sheena says in apology. She suggests maybe they can get together – this might be something better to talk about in person. Billy says sure, she can come to his place – his parents are up at the cottage all weekend so they’ll have the place to themselves. That’s good, Sheena says with relief, it’s probably better that they’re alone actually. They finalize plans for her to come over, and then say their goodbyes. ‘Love you, babe,’ Billy says on the other line. Sheena pauses, almost hanging up, but stops herself and puts her phone back to her ear. ‘You too,’ she says softly. She hangs up, and then tosses her phone to the side of the bed in dismay. She pulls a pillow from the head of her bed and pulls it towards her for comfort, curling up with it and stifling the urge to cry.

TITLE PLATE

Sheena is on the front porch of a house as the door opens and her boyfriend Billy opens the door. He moves in to kiss her but she deflects, scooping him into a hug instead. He’s none the wiser, and hugs her back warmly before offering for her to come inside. As he leads her to his kitchen, he tells her that he was hoping she would call. He knows she’s been really busy the past few weeks and they haven’t had as much time to spend together, he’s been trying not to be needy about it… but with his parents gone all weekend he was going to have a lot of time alone on his hands, so he’s glad she reached out so they get a chance to be together for a bit.

They get settled in in the kitchen. Billy asks her if she wants a snack, and Sheena says no, she’s fine thanks. Is she thirsty? he asks as a follow-up. A bit annoyed, she shakes her head and says no, then realizes she was being snappy and in a nicer tone she says she just wants HIM for a second.

Sheena starts a new speech, this time in a bit of a roundabout way. She explains that Billy’s not just her boyfriend, he’s her best friend. He says that she’s his best friend too. She confesses that there’s something that’s been on her mind for a while… a new part of herself, and it took her a little while to understand what she was feeling, but now that she does, she wanted to share that part of herself with Billy before anybody else. Billy stops her – she doesn’t need to say anything else. He’s felt it too. Sheena looks surprised – he has? Billy nods reassuringly, and says that he didn’t want to pressure her into saying or doing anything she wasn’t ready for, but if she wants to, then he’s ready too. They hold hands as Billy leads her to his bedroom, where they sit on the edge of the bed.

Sheena exhales with relief and a smile of disbelief. She’s ready, she says. She closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Unbeknownst to her, Billy takes this as a sign to lean in and kiss her on the lips. Just as his lips are about to reach hers she opens her eyes to declare ‘I’m gay.’ She sees him inches away from her face.

Both recoil, upset at the confusion. Sheena asks what Billy was doing. Hurt and confused, he said he was about to kiss her. What does she mean, she’s gay?! Sheena ignores his question, and asks why he was about to kiss her?! Billy pulls his hands away from hers and gets defensive, saying that he thought she was telling him she was ready to have sex. This upsets Sheena, and the two of them argue over his confusion towards what she said about ‘sharing a new part of herself’ – he thought she meant she had finally gotten over her hang-ups about having sex before marriage and was ready to be with him.

Welling up into tears, Sheena explains that she was trying to come out to him. She’s felt so alone, she had nobody to tell and he’s her best friend but he’s also her boyfriend and she knew it would break his heart. Feeling betrayed, he asks how long she’s known about this and didn’t tell him. She tells him she’s only felt certain about it for a few weeks, but in the back of her mind she’s known something felt off since even before she was 18 and they started dating. Billy asks if that’s why she’s been avoiding him for the past few weeks, saying she’s always busy when he wants to spend time with her. Sheena doesn’t answer directly, but replies as she wipes back tears that she was looking for a way to tell him that wouldn’t hurt his feelings. Billy tells her he was saving himself for her, because he loves her so much and because she said she wanted to wait until marriage. But that was a lie, wasn’t it, she just didn’t want to have sex with him. Sheena pleads with him – ‘It’s not you, Billy, it has nothing to do with you! You’re the sweetest guy I ever met!’ Billy doesn’t meet her eyes, and Sheena continues, explaining that she tried for so long to convince myself she could be happy – THEY could be happy – together. But she was just fooling herself.

Billy looks up at her pleadingly. ‘But… I love you,’ he says. Sheena looks away. ‘But I don’t love you, Billy,’ she explains, ‘at least not in that way.’ Billy looks stung, and replies more urgently – how does she even know that, though? It’s not like she’s ever tried?! Sheena insists that she just knows, she doesn’t know how she knows but she knows. Billy starts to bargain in desperation, maybe if she tries it she’ll actually find out she really likes it. Sheena mutters that she doesn’t think it works that way. But she doesn’t KNOW, Billy insists. Right? Isn’t it worth a shot? Shouldn’t she at least try it once before making up her mind, before she throws away everything they have together?

Sheena says nothing until Billy asks what Sheena’s father will think. She’s confused and asks him why does that matter? And how would he even find out? They lock eyes and Sheena realizes that Billy is not as sweet and caring as she thought he was. In order to stop him from telling her father, she will have to give in and give herself to him. But at the same time, maybe somehow she can prove to him through the ultimate betrayal of her own body that she’s gay once and for all.

NOT WHO SHE SEEMS
COUCHSURFING THIEF GETS CAUGHT REDHANDED BY HOMEOWNER

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do till you require.’
– William Shakespeare

THE DATE

We watch a beautiful young woman (Emily Willis) in her apartment getting ready for the evening. She showers, lotions up her body, puts on expensive perfume, and dresses — first into expensive black satin lingerie, stockings, garters, and heels and then slipping into a beige rain jacket. She looks like she just walked off a runway. The camera voyeuristically watches her, almost like a reverse striptease.

CUT TO the woman, in her jacket, bare legs and heels, as she exits her building and steps into a black town car. A man waiting for her shuts the door and gets into the driver seat.

CUT TO a car mount shot, looking in at the silent driver in a black suit and ray bans, and the girl who sits in the middle of the back seat. To her right is a very handsome man (Danny Mountain) in an expensive suit. A second man (Charles Dera), equally handsome and dressed the same, sits on her left.

CUT TO the road. As they drive, the man in the back asks the woman if she is ready. Obediently, she says ‘yes.’ He asks if she will give herself over completely. She says ‘yes.’ He strips her out of her jacket, exposing her bare skin. She quivers. He takes a brown paper bag and puts it over her head, before holding her arms to keep her still. They ride for a moment with her body writhing. The men look cool and collected, staring straight ahead. All you can hear are the light gasps and moans from the submissive woman as she is being driven, eagerly awaiting what’s to come.

‘My only submission is complete submission.
I will kneel before you, naked and unashamed,
My eyes down, my chin up.

‘I will do as you say and be rewarded.
Always saying please and thank you,
Accepting my punishments like a good girl,
Never touching myself until you have given permission,
And always swallow, never spit.

‘I will surrender to your will
And always remember who I belong to.’