Chapter 5
by 
MoanfulSinematicUniverse
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[A WORLD WITHOUT GEMS - CHAPTER THREE: SAME CLOTH]
INT. UNIVERSITY - EVENING - FLASHBACK
LECTURE ROOM
ROWS OF SEATS and BORED STUDENTS. They would rather be at home doom scrolling -- even their MEDIA STUDIES PROFESSOR isn't sustaining their attention. And, that's really saying something because...
..at the front of the class, said professor is bending over her DESK to bring up her POWERPOINT PRESENTATION on her COMPUTER. Her CLEAVAGE BREATHES FRESH AIR -- all her IRRESISTIBLE CURVES WERE BUILT TO BE GAWKED AT, though they're tightly locked away, and, from the neck up too -- TRULY STUNNING... TO LOOK AT -- trouble is, to listen to, to talk to -- no, SHE AGRESSIVELY REJECTS THE IDEA OF PLAYING INTO ANY FANTASIES.
Her presentation is now PROJECTED LARGE for all the class to pretend to see... and... well...
PROFESSOR
The influence of the patriarchy and the male gaze in cinema. Very important stuff ladies, men, non-binary or otherwise-identifying. Spoiler warning -- you will end up not liking some of the movies you were previously a fan of. That's the journey I've unfortunately been on with a lot of the older stuff, but that's the price the more caring of us pay.
She uses a CLICKER to SWITCH TO SLIDE TWO -- A STILL IMAGE OF GOLDEN LIGHT RUNNING UP MEGAN FOX'S STOMACH FROM HER ICONIC "TRANSFORMERS" SCENE -- CHECKING UNDER THE HOOD OF A CAR'S BONNET. But there's an augmentation that's been made -- despite the shot lacking nudity, a BLUR EFFECT has been added in the most evocative areas of the frame.
PROFESSOR
Obviously, I'm not here to be guilty of the same crime... boys. I felt inclined to censor all the case studies we're going to be talking about today, so we can focus on what really matters. Like, for example -- and maybe the title of this lesson is a bit of spoiler -- do you think Megan fox's character was included in this film for anything more than male gaze?
CEILING VOID
A CRAMPED SPACE above the CEILING TILES packed with ELECTRICAL WIRING.
A GLOVE HAND strains a harsh grip on a SUPPORT BEAM.
The MYSTERY MAN, FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER, heaves with great effort, to squeeze through the space, and keep crawling forward -- IN ALL BLACK, MASKED, TRENCH COAT trailing.
And after way too long, he's satisfied with his positioning.
He awkwardly contorts to bring his OLD SMARTPHONE to his face.
A CLOSE UP on the phone screen -- "NOTICE: SUBJECT WITHIN THE 25M LIMIT."
Mystery Man's relieved, and he places his ear to the TILES on which he lies, to make out MUFFLED VOICES.
LECTURE ROOM
We TILT DOWN from the ceiling tiles, down to the professor standing tall above a male student -- STUDENT 1.
STUDENT 1
--and so, all I'm saying is that Megan Fox's character is an actual character. She has an effect on the plot and--PROFESSOR
You think the fact you have to call her "Megan Fox's character" supports your argument that she was developed as a character beyond her... her... her specific appearance?! Huh?!STUDENT 1
I... I might have just forgotten--PROFESSOR
What?! You might have just forgotten the name?! That proves my point!STUDENT 1
And... and even if I remembered, you can have a character be both--PROFESSOR
Be both over sexualised and a genuine character?! Is that what you were going to say?! Give me a break! You seriously think if a female character is designed to look...
She points to the blurry image of Megan Fox.
PROFESSOR (CONTINUED)
..like this?!
She uses the clicker and we see the NEXT SLIDE -- an EQUALLY CENSORED IMAGE OF MARGOT ROBBIE'S FULL FRONTAL SCENE FROM ''THE WOLF OF WALL STREET."
PROFESSOR
I suppose you think this is good character development too?! No! The men -- I'll repeat that -- the men... who made these characters were indirectly saying, "don't respect this character!"STUDENT 1
I... I just think... you can have a character who does these things and also commands...
But, then something weird happens -- just as the student sees his professor's eyes of fury heavy-blink, the censoring on the image of Margot Robbie VANISHES IN AN INSTANT -- her SEDUCTIVELY POSED, DREAMILY LIT BODY is being projected, meters high, into the lecture theatre.
Other students notice -- they double, triple and quadruple take.
STUDENT 1
..also commands respect.
The student's words are slowed by his PERPLEXED GAZE STROKING MARGOT ROBBIE'S CHEST.
PROFESSOR
Well, I'm glad someone made that misguided point. I really am. It gives me the perfect segway into what I have planned next.
The professor stops leaning over the speechless student, and turns, strutting with attitude back to the front of the class.
The students wait for their teacher to register the apparently glitched presentation slide...
..but, while she must have seen MARGOT ROBBIE'S NIPPLES, no reaction ever comes.
She returns gaze to the students, unbroken in her EVER-FORCEFUL AFFECT.
PROFESSOR
Because the answer is no. No, you can't have a female character play to the male gaze and simultaneously command respect. No men will listen to a single word. To prove the point -- from now on, my lessons are going to be sexy as hell.
The students go from bored to attentive.
PROFESSOR
You heard me right. We'll see how much you end up listening to me. How much you end up learning. How much your grades drop. Every one of my lessons will effectively cover the syllabus, but I'm going to find every excuse to throw celebrity sex scenes up on the projector and let you adjust my teaching style. Each lecturer, I'm going to take one request from each female-attracted person in this room, and we'll see how your perform academically.
She stares fire -- as always. In return, the student's remain stunned.
She stride back up to the desk of the student from before.
PROFESSOR
Make a request.STUDENT 1
What... what do you mean?PROFESSOR
Make me play to your male gaze, if you think so strongly I'll still command any respect whatsoever. Make me objectify myself. Each female-attracted person in this room has to give me a request for each lesson and we're not moving on until you do. So boys, if you have foot fetish, request that I lick your feet every time you're answering a question. If you're weird, like most men are, and you enjoy something like ASMR being taken to the next level, I'll give you headphones, and I'll whisper my lessons suggestively into a phallic microphone -- intermittent ear licking included.
STUDENT 2 from across the room speaks -- a guy, equal parts confused and excited.
STUDENT 2
There's no way if I told you to give the class while moving sensually to erotic music that you'd do that.PROFESSOR
A bit of respect, please! I always commit to what I say I'm going to do!
The BIG-RACKED EDUCATOR cocks her hips to one side. Her nails delicately trace her chest and click to progress her slideshow.
On the screen now is a YOUTUBE VIDEO -- EMBEDDED INTO THE SLIDE -- NAMED "EROTIC AMBIENCE 10 HOUR LOOP."
The jaws of all the students drop -- the men are amazed, the women are appalled.
The professor props one slender leg up on her desk, and slowly rolls her midriff.
PROFESSOR
And this brings us nicely along to the part of my lecture that I'd like to dedicate to different forms of male gaze in movies. In what ways do movies achieve this?
STUDENT 3 shoots up his hand.
STUDENT 3
Every time one of us asks or answers a question, can you spank yourself?
She SHIMMIES HER BODY one-eighty, giving her audience to the harsh PALM TO CHEEK CONTACT -- her RUMP JIGGLES and an ORCHESTRA OF SUGGESTIVE FEMALE VOCALS SCORE HER EFFORT.
PROFESSOR
So, what techniques do movies appeal to the male gaze?STUDENT 3
Ugh... with... certain body language from the female characters... I guess.
Once again, a HARSH SELF-SPANK rings out from the front of the class.
All but one of the female student leave in protest -- the one that remains has not yet been known to say a word -- said FEMALE STUDENT is a true back-of-the-class mystery.
PROFESSOR
Outrageously rude to just up and leave during a lecture like that. Obviously those ladies aren't very concerned with their academic performance. Anyway, let's continue. We have a fair bit to cover.
JUMPCUT
The male students watch closely.
PROFESSOR
Right on both accounts. Blocking is a very important thing to look for. You'll often get scenes where environmental elements are placed strategically to hide the areas that perverts in the audience want to see - it teases the male imagination. It takes the pervert audience member's mind off the actual story, a bit like how Kyle's similar request has all of you, no doubt, fantasising about my body, rather than learning from any of this.
The lecturer is COMPLETELY NAKED -- while her NIPPLES ARE OBSCURED BY PILES OF BOOKS, the OUTLINE OF HER FREED MELONS ARE STILL PARTIALLY PEAKING OUT FROM BEHIND THE READING MATERIALS.
Student 2 cranes his neck, unsuccessfully searching for nipple, before turning to STUDENT 4.
STUDENT 2
Why, Kyle? I wanted to see her nipples.STUDENT 4
Implied nudity is my thing.
JUMPCUT
All eyes are glued to the projector screen, despite the professor BARING ALL...
..well, she would be if not for her CLUTCHING A VAGINA-OBSCURING COPY OF ''SAVE THE CAT'' and a METER RULER BEING PRESSED INTO HER BREAST FLESH TO PRECISELY ECLIPSE HER NIPPLES.
PROFESSOR
You're absolutely right, Ben. Egregious amounts of screentime are sometimes dedicated to pointless voyeuristic scenes that don't progress the plot -- many films commit this sin. That's why I filmed this example scene in the first place. As I'm sure you're getting by now, the shower my character is taking occupies most of this short film's runtime. This is great to emphasis just how blatantly the plot has been put on pause, to focus on my character lathering herself with soap between story beats.
As described, the screen shows a CINEMATIC SCENE -- PROFESSIONALLY LIT -- CUTTING TOGETHER MANY ANGLES OF SUDS STREAMING DOWN THE PROFESSOR'S SKIN -- CLOSE UPS ON CURVES AND FINGERS SWIMMING THROUGH WHITE SHAMPOO... BUT THERE'S SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T SHOW UP IN ANY OF THE SHOTS.
STUDENT 2
Where are your nipples, professor?PROFESSOR
Kyle likes implied nudity and Ben didn't specify otherwise - he simply requested our case study be an overly long shower scene starring me. I've got to try and compromise between competing requests, thank you very much.STUDENT 2
With respect, John, you're an idiot. Be specific for fuck sake. I'm dying here.PROFESSOR
Hey! You've already had your request and don't use bad language in my lectures!
JUMPCUT
A SENSUAL AMBIENCE TRACK still playing in the background, the professor SEXILY SLINKIES her BARELY COVERED BODY OVER TO STUDENT 5' DESK -- still clutching various ACEDMIC MATERIALS to OBSCURE HER MILK TAPS and HONEYPOT.
She contorts to place Student 5's phone back on his desk.
Student 5 excitedly looks and is thrilled by what he sees.
PROFESSOR
If those topless selfies of mine are enough to get you hard, I'm going to consider that "request fulfilled."STUDENT 5
These are... they'll definitely do.PROFESSOR
Disgusting. Anyway, onto our next area of focus -- camera angles.
STUDENT 2 strides up from his side of the classroom up to STUDENT 5's desk.
STUDENT 5 presses his phone to his chest.
STUDENT 2
But, they're pictures of her nipples.STUDENT 5
Yep, and, you know what, I might just keep them to myself, mate.STUDENT 2
Oh, come on. Don't do this to me. You've got to share them.PROFESSOR
He requested naked images of me he could do anything with. If he wants to keep them to himself, then return to your seat immediately!STUDENT 2
I think I've been done here. Sure, I find you suggestively swaying to music hot as anything, but I requested that when I still thought you were joking. If I knew you'd actually do it, I'd have asked you to give the entire lecture naked. Properly naked -- no hiding the good stuff. Your whole body on show.
The professor gets red-in-the-face rageful, as she is prone to do -- however, it's the first time she's shouted while STATIONARY IS HER ONLY WARDROBE, and while LEANING, SWAYING and ROLLING IN TANTALISING FASHION.
PROFESSOR
You had your one request for this lesson, and you've admitted you find my sexy body language joyfully objectifying, so return to your seat!
STUDENT 1 raises a hand.
STUDENT 1
I never actually made my request. Could I make it now?PROFESSOR
Yes, go ahead.
As per STUDENT 3'S Q&A SELF-SPANKING REQUEST, the professor SMACKS HER ASS WITH THE METER RULER.
Student 2 looks around, but was too slow to glimpse her nipples, before she covered them back up.
LAUGHTER ERUPTS in a banterous response to Student's 2 lack of luck -- Student 2 is partially amused, but is also restlessly partial to getting to see his lecturer's nipples.
He looks over to Student 1.
STUDENT 2
You're the last guy in here. The last request. Please, don't fuck this up for me, man.STUDENT 1
I'm sorry, bro.STUDENT 2
No.STUDENT 1
I like that scene from ''Varsity Blues.''STUDENT 2
No.PROFESSOR
Sexist scene.STUDENT 1
There's just something about it, you know.STUDENT 2
No!
Student 1 considers for a moment...
..and then confirms his request.
STUDENT 1
I'm truly sorry, I really really am, but that's my request - I want her to dress like Ali Larter from the scene where her character tries to seduce--STUDENT 2
Ah, but you've played yourself! It's not like the professor will have whipped cream! No one's got whipped cream!
CLOSE UP CUTAWAY -- next to the lecturer's desk is HER HANDBAG, and, inside, A WHIPPED CREAM CAN APPEARS FROM THIN AIR.
PROFESSOR
No, no, I've got whipped cream. It's fine.STUDENT 2
Fuck!PROFESSOR
Professional conduct, please!
JUMPCUT
The professor paces with her SQUIRT-ON BRA and PANTIES -- TWO CHERRIES PLACED WHERE YOU'D EXPECT. She commands the room, while multi-tasking -- tapping away on HER PHONE.
PROFESSOR
--and so, with that, we've reached the end of what I wanted to cover. In the last couple minutes here, I want to go through a home assignment.
An acute sense could easily pick up on the internal groans from the learners. Especially Student 2 -- nipple-yearning in the back row.
PROFESSOR
Oh, and Kyle, I've emailed you some hidden nudity pics. It's the best I can do while another request was made for me to wear dessert underwear.STUDENT 4
I would say that compromise is acceptable.PROFESSOR
Well, you're only a man.
She notes the disappointment on Student 2's face and the disguised snickering from his fellow students.
PROFESSOR
As are you. So **** to see my nipples -- it's sad. If anyone's proved my hypothesis right so far, it's you. Now then--
An attention-drawing COUGH from the back of the room...
..it's the quiet, lone-remaining, female student.
FEMALE STUDENT
I don't think that goes far enough. I think it's fully misogynistic. You literally just want our teacher to sexualise herself and that's clearly the only thing you can think about.STUDENT 2
I... I mean--FEMALE STUDENT
Make no mistake, I think that's dehumanising to women...
The female student looks to the CREAM-CUPPED professor.
FEMALE STUDENT
..and so I think any woman who disgraces her gender like this so willingly should be ashamed. So, do as he wants, professor, assign us our homework completely naked.PROFESSOR
How dare you doubt my feminism while I'm up here denouncing the male gaze! And, no, I'm not fulfilling your request because, as I said, I'm only taking requests from the boys. The whole point is to prove playing to the male gaze will stop them concentrating on the content of what I'm trying my very best here to teach! But, I am very delighted that things worked out the way they did! He wasted his request! I don't feel sorry for him!FEMALE STUDENT
What, would showing your nipples really be any worse of a betrayal to womankind than what you've already been doing?! Go on! Your warped sense of winning a debate has got you this far! Show him your nipples! Hell, show him everything! In fact -- I'll make that my request! Because that isn't what you said -- you didn't say you were taking requests from all the men in this room. You demanded respect on the grounds that you always commit to what you say you're going to do, and your precise phrasing was that you'd take requests from "female-attracted persons." And, professor, I'm a raging lesbian.
TENSE SILENCE.
The professor swallows her anger.
PROFESSOR
Fine.STUDENT 2
Yes!PROFESSOR
Creep.FEMALE STUDENT
Saddo.
The professor rolls her eyes, chucking cherries over shoulder, and sweeping up whipped cream with a NAPKIN.
Student 2's spirits lift further still when the actual moment arrives...
..with the SUMMIT OF THE PROFESSOR'S HUMONGOUS MOUNTAINS BEING UNVEILED -- the HEAD-STRONG EDUCATOR'S SUPPLE AREOLAS and BULLET-NIPPLES make the captivated in her audience thank God that they were men.
PROFESSOR
The things I do for your education. Right, the home assignment. You better do it, and you better do it well, or... I don't tolerate slackers!STUDENT 2
Don't worry, Madam. Never in my life have I been this motivated to keep my grades up. You have my undying respect.
The professor stands there AU NATUREL and growling.
PROFESSOR
Well, we'll see about that.
JUMPCUT
The professor sternly oversees her students reluctantly leave -- she's STARK NAKED, and now alone and muttering to herself in frustration.
She turns off her computer, picks her handbag up off the--
She JUMPS!
Her TITS CLAP!
Mystery Man is now standing there, all masked and mysterious, in her classroom -- phone aimed!
She puts her hands on her hips.
PROFESSOR
If you're some kind of prankster, you should know I'm not a woman you want to mess with!
We FRAME what's on Mystery Man's phone screen.
"
STAGE FRIGHT SEXIFIED
- TRIGGER CONDITIONS: When the Subject is giving a presentation to an audience [EDIT]
- MOD DESCRIPTION: The Subject, her surroundings, and, in particular, any preprepared presentation materials, will be augmented to produce erotic possibilities by way of a low level reality filter, nudging her mind, actions and immediate vicinity in a sexual direction, and... [EXPAND DESCRIPTION]
- MOD LEVEL: 2 [EDIT]
- SUBJECT AWARENESS: Retrospectively only [EDIT]
- OTHER AWARENESS: On [EDIT]
- REALITY AUGMENTING: On [EDIT]
- [EXPAND EDITS LIST]
"
The professor blinks.
Then she realises.
She scrambles to cover her VAGINA and BOOBS!
PROFESSOR
What the fuck! Why the fuck did I--MYSTERY MAN
I've already messed with you. As per my instruction, during class -- you'll swear by your new... methods. You'll only authentically comprehend the sexual turn your lessons take after the fact. When it's already too late and all you can do is recall, regret, and wonder what you were thinking at the time.PROFESSOR
What the-- How did you make me do all that?! Think all that?!MYSTERY MAN
Of course, now that you know that, in the moment, you're going to become inexplicably unbothered by enacting porn parodies of your lesson plans, you may not want to come in to work. Well, I installed a little something for that too. "Forever Employed" -- means it's impossible for you to get fired or call in sick. Your legs will literally carry you to work against your will, if it has to come to that.PROFESSOR
I don't know how you're doing this, but--MYSTERY MAN
It doesn't matter how I'm doing this! What matters is, do you want to be doomed to teach media through the lens of whatever kinks your class has a feel for that lesson? To play to their male gaze, to put it concisely.
With plenty of BOOB SPILLING OVER THE TOP OF HER FOREARM-BRA, she scowls.
PROFESSOR
Or?!MYSTERY MAN
Or just give me a simple piece of information, that I know you know, to aid in my investigation.PROFESSOR
What investigation?!MYSTERY MAN
Just trying to track a missing person.
OPENING CREDITS SEQUENCE -- ENDS WITH THE "A WORLD WITHOUT GEMS" TITLE CARD.
INT. DICE'S CAR - NIGHT - PRESENT DAY
COUNTRYSIDE
A CAR RACES down COUNTRY ROADS!
In the front seat -- DICE the driver and CHARLIZE WINSLOW the passenger. The car's speed draws attention to a sense of hurry, but nothing's more palpable than the aura of awkwardness.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
You made me and "Honey-Bunny" rub our naked bodies together.DICE
No, I didn't. The "This Bitch Is Sponsored By..." mod made that happen.CHARLIZE WINSLOW
I know. I know.
INT. THE CUSTOM GIRLS MANSION - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
HONEY-BUNNY'S SECRET OFFICE
EVERYTHING IS AS IT WAS AT THE END OF CHAPTER TWO.
Dice speaks with an UNCHARACTERISTICALLY BUBBLY AFFECT and an EXAGGERATEDLY CHEESY GRIN, SHOWING OFF THE "DIGNITY EQUALIZER" RING ON HER FINGER WITH STRAINED PAGEANTRY.
DICE
"--terms and conditions apply!"
Dice POINTS TO A NON-EXISTENT AUDIENCE and OVERLY TELEGRAPHS AN EROTIC WINK!
And then...
..POOF -- THE RING DISAPPEARS.
The invisible **** commanding her involuntary actions releases its grip.
The same goes for HONEY-BUNNY and Charlize -- autonomy over theirs INTERLINKING ANATOMIES returns, and Charlize wastes no time sharply pulling away from SLIDING HER BARE TITS UP AND DOWN HONEY-BUNNY'S EVER-NUDE, EVER-FRESHLY-SHOWERED, NATURAL FORM.
As some consolation, Charlize's WORK-FIT CLOTHING RETURNS IN AN INSTANT, but she's still breathing heavy.
In the moments she takes to recuperate, she notices Dice avoidantly staring at a wall, and Honey-Bunny's MILKERS SWAYING above her KEYBOARD, as she's already back calmly typing away at her COMPUTER like nothing happened.
The reeling detective blinks a few times...
..before opening her mouth to break the inexplicable SILENCE.
But, she's interrupted.
HONEY-BUNNY
No point dwelling.
She goes to speak a second time, and, again, the NAKED KNOCKOUT interrupts.
HONEY-BUNNY
No point dwelling. During the course of our shared mission, we'll end up sharing bodily fluids from time to time. It's awkward as hell, but it's a welcome occasional rest from doing so with random people out there that will never believe a word about Mistress or her Custom Girls app. Well, they'd believe you if Mistress successfully launches a free version of Custom Girls worldwide, but hopefully we'll keep them ignorant, eh?
A small nod from Charlize.
HONEY-BUNNY
Now, I'm going to give you access to something on your phone.
INT. DICE'S CAR - NIGHT - PRESENT DAY
COUNTRYSIDE
AS BEFORE.
Charlize pulls out her PHONE and references it as she talks.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
And now this, too.DICE
It's funny, isn't it? Just when you thought you got a moment's dignity.CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Funny?DICE
In a dark sort of way, yeah. Pretty funny.
She chuckles. Charlize glares.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
No! It isn't funny! Frankly, not in any way! What the hell?!
INT. THE CUSTOM GIRLS MANSION - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
HONEY-BUNNY'S SECRET OFFICE
On Honey-Bunny's computer screen, what appears to be an IMAGE FROM DARREN SLATER'S POV, AS HE GETS HIS DICK THROATED BY A KNEELING, MAID-COSPLAYING CHARLIZE.
The detective's eyes widen at the sight of the photograph.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Wha-- That never happened?! What is this?!HONEY-BUNNY
You're fine. It never happened, you're right. I had Dice take some pictures right after sedating you, and I've used them to train LORAs for Darren's flat and your likeness. Using said LORAs, I can get consistent results across different text prompts that I feed into my generative AI workflow -- photorealistic depictions of you, at your User's place, doing just about anything I can think to type.
Dice prods sarcastically.
DICE
I can't believe you'd do that, Charlize. And to look so shamelessly at the camera as well.HONEY-BUNNY
You're right, she wouldn't be that committed. I'm going to change her facial expression to disgust, don't worry.CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Okay, firstly -- Dice, shut up!
Dice smirks.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
And, secondly -- "Honey-Bunny," how about we change my expression to nothing, because I don't see why the hell you're generating AI porn of--
Then, it clicks for the TEXT-TO-IMAGE DICK-MILKER.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Oh, god damn it. This is the smartest way to proceed, isn't it?HONEY-BUNNY
I'm afraid so.CHARLIZE WINSLOW
We have to make sure these are super realistic, don't we?HONEY-BUNNY
Unfortunately. There's always some unpredictability with AI. So, keep your eyes peeled for giveaways -- if your aureoles aren't that shade, if that doesn't look like your orgasm face -- tell me. Though, as far as I can see, most of these test images are perfect.
A WHOLE BATCH OF IMAGES ARE FLICKED THROUGH -- all are INDISTINGUISHABLE FROM REALITY. All are exactly what you'd expect images taken by Darren, whilst getting his HAIRY BALLSACK VACUUMED BY THE SKILLED DETECTIVE, would really look like.
DICE
I honestly don't know what you see in him, detective.
Charlize doesn't bother smacking down the unwanted jab -- she's very preoccupied feeling exposed by HER VERY OWN "FAPPENING" FROM A DIGITAL PARALLEL UNIVERSE.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
They're... they're... realistic.HONEY-BUNNY
I second that, but this has to be absolutely airtight. We need to workshop images that are less generic. The more specific we can be, the easier your job of convincing him. What did you guys talk about? Do you know any of Darren's fetishes? Is there something your User said he wanted to make you do before we brought you here?
The detective thinks back...
..and winces.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
He mentioned... he... he said it would be satisfying to see me... clean up his cum-stained tissues.
Dice sends a glances her way that says, "I'm not judging your choices," to which Charlize rolls her eyes.
INT. DICE'S CAR - NIGHT - PRESENT DAY
COUNTRYSIDE
DICE
It's funny because... well, how fucked up is that? You want to talk about my mod getting you and "Honey-Bunny" to dance around HQ naked, "Honey-Bunny" wasn't even modded when she generated those pictures. When we're not being directly puppeted to bathe each other in saliva, duty calls and we've got to objectify each other anyway. And just so we're clear, now you're on the team, you have to understand that if I'm put in that position, I won't hesitate to do something like that to you, if it's crucial for the mission. Just getting that out the way.
INT. THE CUSTOM GIRLS MANSION - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
HONEY-BUNNY'S SECRET OFFICE
MULTIPLE IMAGES OF CHARLIZE LOOKING UP FROM DARREN'S TRASH-COVERED CHEVRON FLOORING -- DISGUSTED BY HER POSSESSED HANDS PICKING UP CRUMPLED CUM-SOAKED TISSUES.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Stop. I think that one's the most realistic. Look, some of his semen has dripped onto my high heels. I think that's a realistic detail. Better than the last few -- I would have been too careful to get any of it on my face like that.HONEY-BUNNY
Good point. We sure we're going with this one then?
Charlize sighs.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
"Honey-Bunny," if this is the only way, then I suppose it has to be this one.HONEY-BUNNY
It's definitely accurate?CHARLIZE WINSLOW
I've never been dressed as a pornified maid, picking up tissues a petty criminal has ejaculated into before, but, sure, it looks accurate.HONEY-BUNNY
It's not just you. Any other discrepancies I'm not seeing?CHARLIZE WINSLOW
No, the rubbish lying around his flat is accurate -- I remember seeing at least one of each of those things in his flat. The wood patterning on the floor is how I remember it. Yes, this is our picture... god damn it.
Charlize brings her phone to her face.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
It's loaded, "Honey-Bunny."HONEY-BUNNY
Good. I know it feels dodgy going to a dark web site, but, like I say, checking our Custom Girls Anonymous page daily is good practise. It's not just a channel for me to send this image of you binning Darren's tissues. We can communicate, and you can get to my spyware's app activity report. All the activity from the User mobiles we've bugged is good to keep on top of. If you're modded from afar, you'll be able to mentally prepared before "Ghetto Glow Up" makes you dress like an African American hooker. If you've been given "Over The Phone," you'll know to not accept phone calls, so you can avoid having to deliver jerk off instructions until the caller cums. If next time "French Introduction" is going to make Dice dance her tongue around your mouth, "CGA.onion" can give you a heads up for that too. Etc. Etc.
Charlize downloads the AI image of her HANDLING HER USER'S SPUNK, and navigates to the APP ACTIVITY FEED on CGA.ONION -- the most recent line of text declaring that "ANA VALENTINO" has just been modded with "RUG MUNCHING ON THE MIND."
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Poor Ana.HONEY-BUNNY
Yeah. "Rug Munching On The Mind" is a tough one. She's not in the CGA meeting upstairs tonight, but she'll be in the one later today. I'll let her scran my vagina when she gets here, so she'll be able to concentrate during the meeting. That's the least I can do for a friend.
Another line appears on the App Activity Feed -- "DICE" was just modded with "MANNERS."
DICE
Oh, for fuck sake!HONEY-BUNNY
Any time you directly insult someone, you'll be **** to do something else instead. It looks like, right now, your User has it set to "Give Pornographic Compliment." I'm really sorry, Dice.DICE
I don't need your sympathy! You--
But, Dice catches herself before shooting an insult that would have misfired as a genital praise. As a result -- momentary AWKWARD SILENCE.
HONEY-BUNNY
Right... get lots of rest, Dice. Try to get any moment you can to take your mind off everything. That's just as crucial. We investigate the news anchor later today. And take Charlize back to Darren's.
Honey-Bunny turns to Charlize.
HONEY-BUNNY
Don't forget to install my spyware at the police station. If the national criminal database holds any sort of clue as to Mistress' process for selecting Users, there might be a valuable lead that can help us somehow. Oh, and don't get caught.
Charlize takes a deep breath.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
I'll certainly try.HONEY-BUNNY
And, detective, make sure Darren believes that image. The context around it is just as important as the image itself. If past User behaviour is anything to go by, he may look at it a lot, he may spend many collective hours edging to it -- it's a trophy of his first day with the app -- he has to completely buy in.CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Hopefully, I'm still as convincing.HONEY-BUNNY
I'm choosing to have faith that you are, because any suspicion, might escalate to him spending gems on a truth-telling mod, and telling the truth about Custom Girls Anonymous gets us shut down and our entire sex used solely for such indefinitely. I'll happily be a broken record when it comes to the gravity of even one mistake in the chain -- of how a world without gems is only one card topple away, if that.
That sense of dread, which Charlize suspects is her new baseline, rears its ugly head once more.
INT. DICE'S CAR - NIGHT - PRESENT DAY
COUNTRYSIDE
Dice chuckles again.
DICE
Where sacrifice is every day, welcome to CGA!
Dice loses herself in laughter while dread for the official start to her new life brews within Charlize.
URBAN CAR PARK - LATER
The vehicle comes to a stop in a LONDON COUNCIL ESTATE CAR PARK.
Dice looks over expectantly, confused as to why Charlize hasn't got out yet.
The detective is **** to say what she's got on her mind...
..but goes for it anyway.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Are you sure you're that much better?
Dice cocks her head.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Making fun of other Custom Girls. Your absolute readiness to sacrifice others.DICE
What the hell do you mean?!CHARLIZE WINSLOW
You said, if you had to do something to me to save this mission you wouldn't hesitate.DICE
Preventing Mistress' world without gems is worth any cost! Any loss! Any price!CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Absolutely... but you could, at least, feel ****.
With heaviness in the air, Charlize goes for the door handle...
..CLICK! Dice locked the door with her CAR KEYS.
DICE
Am I sure I'm much better than what?! Go on!CHARLIZE WINSLOW
You know.DICE
Say it.CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Are you sure you're much better... than the guys using the app to control us?
Dice glares.
Charlize anticipates.
DICE
Feeling a lack of control?!
Instead of an eruption of rage, Dice is instead all SMILES AND GIGGLES.
DICE
Then you need the SexBox Controller from Custom Girls!
Dice LEWDLY BENDS OVER, FISHES WITH THEATRICALLY DAINTY FINGER, and RETRIEVES A SEAMINGLY ORDINARY XBOX CONTROLLER FROM THE BACKSEAT.
Charlize's survival instinct kicks in -- this is no doubt another "This Bitch Is Sponsored By..." mandatory ad read.
DICE
If, like me, you wish you could seize control of some of your disagreeable gal pals, then this is the game's controller for you!
Charlize tugs hard at her passenger door, but the lock holds!
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Dice, let me out!
But, it seems her mod has complete control, all except HER EYES, WHICH ARE DARTING AROUND WITH ENCASED PANIC!
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Of course! Damn it!
Charlize frantically scans for a way to unlock her door -- there's nothing!
DICE
This controller is the one every gamer, and every cheesed off frenemy, is raving about!
Then, the panic gives way to the obvious answer!
Charlize TOUCHES UP Dice, SLIDING HER HANDS ALONG THE BUST-HUGGING, CURVE-PRESERVING GETUP worn by the CUSTOM GIRL!
She pats here, there and everywhere, until she finds...
..the car keys!
DICE
Simply point the Sexbox controller at the troublemaking Fox--
Dice points the controller!
Charlize unlocks and clambers through her door!
DICE
--and use the joysticks to have her... interact... with any NPC's... D-pad!
Hearing this, Charlize gulps when she sees the only "NPC" nearby is a FAT NECK-BEARD scoffing a SECRET MCDONALD'S in his CAR!
She pelts away from Dice...
..but, while distracted by the undesirable, she fails to account for the upcoming CURB!
She CRASHES to the ground -- PAINFULLY TWISTING HER ANKLE!
And looks hopelessly back at Dice -- the controller poised!
And then...
..Dice reverts to her authentic anger, discarding the controller on the backseat and exiting the car.
Still floored, Charlize is trying to sus whether this is part of the "This Bitch Is Sponsored By..." mod or--
DICE
Well done, Sherlock! I was fucking with you!
Okay, yeah, the bitch was fucking with her.
Dice is now standing above her.
DICE
You feel proud about failing to escape an Xbox controller?!CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Jesus! This isn't a fucking game!DICE
Then why am I losing?! You think "Maid For This" is anything compared to the mods my User has installed on me over the years?! I've been modded with a revolving door of experimental degeneracy for years! I've earned the right to fuck with you! Especially, when you're going to sit and tell me that I'm in any way similar to all the guys out there!CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Maybe it's because my User harbours seething hatred to all women, and you're his equal and opposite! Maybe it's because most guys out there wouldn't wish those mods upon you, but your loss of perspective makes you angry and -- look what you just did -- unhinged! I have **** but to wonder if you're a threat to the mission like them?!DICE
I've done more for this mission than anybody else?! I work to protect every woman on this planet from what's coming, and yet I get stuck with a User willing to try anything! If I get delt that card, you can get delt a couple of jokes! The risks and sacrifices I've made--CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Are things, I'm sure, every woman is forever in your debt for! I thank you and, if any of them knew, they'd thank you. Your self sacrifices are honourable, but this... I don't know... this almost vengeful giddiness you have towards making others sacrifice--DICE
"Honey-Bunny" is the one who generated those images of you wiping up your User's spunk, not me!
Charlize gets up from the ground.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
She didn't get a kick out of the control! But, you... from what I've seen so far... I think you get a kick from being the orchestrator, or even just a witness, to the sexual humiliation of other Custom Girls! No, not in the same way, but in your own way, by the looks of things! No hope humiliating a man back -- that doesn't seem to be the app's target audience -- so seeing one of the women you've unfairly had to take up the task of thanklessly saving get even a fraction of the pornifying that you've endured--DICE
Just give me my car keys, stay the fuck out my way, and give your pretentious detective shit a rest, you absolute "--ly have heavenly arse cheeks!"
Awkward SILENCE kills the momentum of their conflict.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Oh, right... "Manners." Be grateful, despite all this, I'm not going to make fun of your mods.DICE
You "have a lucky bra!" Just give me my keys!
Charlize chucks her the car keys.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Dice, I can always lend an ear. After all, that's what Custom Girls Anonymous is all about.DICE
Shut your mouth "--could treat my bellybutton right!" Argh!
Dice clasp her mouth to prevent any further PERVERTED LINGUISTIC HIJACKING.
The two Custom Girls then notice the unappealing fast-fooder still sits in his car nearby, having heard an out of context argument he'll never understand and will chock up to insane ****-fueled ramblings.
DICE
Charlize, you've been in this world for a day. Let's check back in fourteen months and see if you appreciate the true nature of man.CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Fourteen months? I'll have figured out a way to stop Mistress by then.DICE
Just don't do anything stupid with all your know-it-all cock-- "is what I wish I had to ravish those velvet walls."
Weird. Just fucking weird. And a sign of how far the app will go to contort her "Manners" into a viable sentence.
Dice recovers as best she can from the cringe by marching away.
Charlize begins her fast walk to the BLOCK OF FLATS to which this car park belongs.
Dice slams her car door behind her and takes off, as Charlize enters the building.
SUPERIMPOSE TITLE CARD -- "CHAPTER THREE: SAME CLOTH"
INT. FLAT BUILDING - CONTINUOUS
GROUND FLOOR LOBBY
She races toward the LIFT!
LIFT - MOMENTS LATER
She taps her foot impatiently.
COMMUNAL HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
She hurries to FLAT 69! We recognise this as DARREN SLATER'S FLAT.
Charlize stops at the door.
A deep breath.
A RING of the DOORBELL...
..nothing.
A KNOCK...
..nothing.
Arming herself with a HAIRPIN, she bends it into shape and attacks the DOOR LOCK.
INT. DARREN SLATER'S FLAT - CONTINUOUS
SITTING ROOM/KITCHEN
Charlize climbs over a HOARDER'S COLLECTION OF MARVEL COMICS and looks straight to the patch of floor onto which Darren fell after Dice sedated him...
..but there's NOTHING.
WIDE ESTABLISHING SHOT -- NO SIGN OF DARREN.
Charlize tenses.
A MONTAGE -- CAUTIOUSLY CHECING THE FLAT AND COMING UP SHORT.
BEDROOM
Perched on the corner of the BED she'd straightened the sheets of a few hours ago, she navigates to a DIRECT MESSAGE CHANNEL on CGA.ONION between her and Honey-Bunny.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW (VIA TEXT)
"Darren gone!"HONEY-BUNNY (VIA TEXT)
"Must have woken early. Find him soon. Need to know if he's suspicious."
Charlize contemplates all.
EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT
We're in one of the more AFFLUENT REGIONS OF LONDON -- Dice marches along the PAVEMENT...
..until she reaches TERRACED HOUSE, with a MAN sitting on the FRONT ENTRANCE STEPS.
She stops. He rises -- a TALL, TONED-BUILD with a CREW CUT ABOVE A SUBTLY EXCITED EXPRESSION, THAT HAS PIERCED A MASK OF STOIC MASCULINITY. The DOG-TAG AROUND HIS NECK, beyond other details such as a LEGAL NAME and SERVICE NUMBER, lists an UNOFFICIAL MONIKER -- "PINPOINT."
PINPOINT
I know it's oh four hundred, but I can't sleep.DICE
Doesn't mean you have to stop me from sleeping.PINPOINT
It does, because I need to get some air. And, of course, there's still a lot of items left on my list. Thought I'd multitask.
Dice's rage spills over.
DICE
Oh, fucking hell. You know what?! You make feel sick-- "--ened I'm the only one who's worn your ball sweat as lipstick!"
With "MANNERS" WHORING UP HER WORDS, she instead channels her wrath into a NEARBY PLANT POT -- now rendered an EX PLANT POT.
PINPOINT
Wow. Can't believe I skimped out on vocal mods for so long. It's been ages since I gave you orgasmic moan Tourette's, or had you smack an ass cheeks in rhythm with your every word -- remember how much fun I had with you that time?
He retrieves a SECOND SET OF DOG-TAGS from his pocket and he shoots them into Dice's precise catch.
She recognises the feel before she even opens her hand.
Engraved, amongst other details, is her CALL SIGN "DICE."
PINPOINT
Do I actually have to get my phone out? Can't you just work with me for once?DICE
How dare you ask me that! As if you don't know by now, with me, you're going to have to spend every gem!
Pinpoint nods -- "figured as much."
MOMENTS LATER
A CLOSE UP on Pinpoint breathing in the chilled night breeze, while walking down a DIFFERENT LONDON STREET.
He chuckles.
PINPOINT
--and I just thought about your dog tag -- appropriate, you know?
We TILT DOWN from Pinpoint's happiness, down along a LEASH...
..that finally meets a COLLAR, from which Dice's military dog tags swing to the movement of her AWKWARD, QUADRUPEDAL WALK. Through gritted teeth, she cranes her neck upward from her TOTALLY NAKED CRAWL, and makes yet another pointless attempt to tell her body to stand up.
The PHONE in Pinpoint's grasp display's Mistress' app.
"
PET WALK
- TRIGGER CONDITIONS: User says the phrase "down, girl" [EDIT]
- MOD DESCRIPTION: The Subject will be **** to walk around on her hands and knees... [EXPAND DESCRIPTION]
- MOD LEVEL: 2 [EDIT]
- SUBJECT AWARENESS: On [EDIT]
- OTHER AWARENESS: On [EDIT]
- ANIMAL NOISES: Off [EDIT]
- ANIMAL NOISES TRIGGER CONDITION: None [EDIT]
- [EXPAND EDITS LIST]
"
Pinpoint looks down on her. Every WOBBLE OF HER THIGHS, and every CLAP OF HER BREASTS, further TITILLATED THE TENT PITCHED IN HIS TROUSERS.
DICE
You said you didn't want to hurt me too bad, well--PINPOINT
I know you're not in pain -- not proper pain. I remember what Mistress said. No serious bodily harm can come from the result of a mod -- there are protections. So, don't start yapping about how those goosebumps are a sign of genuine frostbite, or how your hands and knees will incur lasting damage from that concrete. You're just cold, tired and uncomfortable enough to keep me rock hard and keep our progress down through my list on schedule... not that there's a strict schedule. It's just whenever I want emptying... or a laugh.
He tugged the leash, to Dice's MAGICALLY-STIFLED PROTEST, as he directed them around a corner.
DOG WALKER
Hey! What do you think you are playing at!
Both Dice and Pinpoint snap their gaze to twelve o'clock -- a DOG WALKER has startled her GOLDEN RETRIEVE with a yell -- a loud announcement of how appalled she is by the DIVIANT ROLEPLAY in front of her!
Dice deflated with irritated embarrassment, while her User scrambles for his phone!
He goes to toggle the "Other Awareness" setting for his Custom Girl's "Pet Walk" mod -- and various other KINKY CUSTOMISATIONS...
..but then he stops.
Because he looks back at the outraged party down the street with a slight devious smirk and an undressing glare...
..which Dice recognises.
Because he notes a new "HAYLEY FOX" APP MENU, marked by a "NOTICE: SUBJECT WITHIN THE 25M LIMIT" BANNER, and complete with a "CONVERT TO CUSTOM GIRL" PROMPT that could just as well, though admittedly for more Gems, solve his non-problem...
..which Dice also recognises from within her state of HANDS-AND-KNEES-BOUND NAKEDNESS.
PINPOINT
Hayley Fox. Sexy name.DICE
Go on! You're already going to hell for making me crawl around London streets naked! Not to mention everything else! What's the mortification of one more woman going to do?!
Dog Walker's outrage morphs into concern.
DOG WALKER
Is he... is he making you do this?DICE
You think I peel off my clothes and sink to all fours for fun?! Really?!DOG WALKER
I'll call the police.DICE
Yeah, you do that! They're not going to do anything! You're not going to do anything! Just like the rest of them, you aren't able to help me! You're useless "unless feeding your milkers through a public gloryhole!"
Dice grimaces at her INVOLUNTARILY PORNIFIED PUTDOWN, while Dog Walker takes a second to process it.
DOG WALKER
I'm trying to help you! You kiss your mother with that mouth?!
Pinpoint smirks. Dice cringes.
EXT. THE CUSTOM GIRLS MANSION - DAY - FLASHBACK
BACK GARDEN
Pinpoint peers from the cover of a HEDGE MAZE and readies his PHONE.
He looks upon THE CUSTOM GIRLS MANSION, BUT, THIS IS BEFORE IT BECAME SUCH -- there's a MORE LIVELY ATMOSPHERE inside. CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS and a MODESTLY SIZED GATHERING is held between POSH ATTENDEES -- FAMILY, and FRIENDLY ACQUAINTANCES, share some kind of good vibes within a WELL-MAINTAINED STATELY RESIDENCE -- as opposed to a RANDOM ASSORTMENT OF MAGICALLY AUGMENTED HUMAN SEX TOYS, confiding in one another amongst A DUSTY ECHO OF A GRAND MANOR HOUSE'S FORMER GLORY.
THROUGH A WINDOW, he spies on Dice sharing an enjoyable discussion with an OLDER WOMAN -- she DOESN'T LOOK HER AGE, still BRIGHT WITH A KINETIC SENSE OF LIFE, COLOUR and MOUNTAINOUS CURVES.
He taps his mobile.
He listens to the calming RUSTLE OF LEAVES, as he watches the perfectly framed silent movie -- the smiles of the two women are SOMEHOW CONTORTED INTO OVERLY ANIMATED WHIRLWINDS OF OOZING SALIVA, HUNGRY LIPS and EXPLORATIVE TONGUES.
They panic, as a MYSTERIOUS **** GENTLY MASHES THEIR FACES TOGETHER -- a **** that they cannot overcome, despite investing all they have into pushing each other away.
Pinpoint gasps like a giddy prankster, as he UNZIPS HIS TROUSER, ready to BEAT HIS MEAT to the savage fate his in-app purchase is inflicting on the TWO GAGGING HOTTIES, WHO ARE NOW MAPPING OUT EACH OTHERS' TONSILS WITH PRESCRIBED VIGOR, AUTHENTIC HORROR, and AN APPALLED AUDIENCE gathering around them.
EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT - PRESENT DAY
Returning to now -- Pinpoint chuckles and Dice shudders.
DOG WALKER
What's funny?PINPOINT
Well, step-mother.
Then, after studying them closely, it's as if she, too, experienced the flashback.
DOG WALKER
Yeah, I'm calling the police.
She whips out her PHONE and dials triple nine.
Pinpoint doesn't even look at his phone -- he instead expertly navigates the Custom Girls app using muscle memory and blind precision, to purchase Dog Walker as a Custom Girl, and the same "Pet Walk" mod to match.
PINPOINT
Down, girl.
Dog Walker shrieks as she's PULLED DOWNWARD ONTO HER HANDS AND KNEES -- her phone clattering to the ground, but still operational and dialing.
She's now nose to nose with Dice and a mirror image, if it weren't for Dice's LACK OF A SINGLE STITCH OF CLOTHING.
DOG WALKER
What in God's name?!
The woman's dog, before, was relatively relaxed, but now she's cottoned on to the sense of black magic, she'd rather strain at her LEASH -- trapped between Dog Walker's manicured fingers and the street's grubby pavement -- in a barking attempt to flee.
DICE
You're going to miss the days you had the audacity to believe in God!
Dog Walker -- FAILING TO RECLAIM DIGNITY -- resigns herself to finishing her phone call floor-bound.
Her DEMONIC BINDS permit her to bring the phone to her ear.
EMERGENCY DISPATCHER (VOICE OVER)
Nine, nine, nine -- what's your emergency?
Pinpoint PURCHASES "CLEAVAGE GRASP."
Suddenly, WHATEVER **** IS PLAYING WITH HER SMOOTHLY GUIDES HER HAND UNTIL HER MOBILE IS WEDGED SECURELY BETWEEN HER UDDERS. Her hands is pulled away, the phone remains lodged, and the operator's words remain intermittently discernible, though HEAVILY MUFFLED BY A CLEAVAGE'S EMBRACE.
EMERGENCY DISPATCHER (VOICE OVER)
Hello-- your-- emergency?
Dog Walker tried to retrieve the phone, but like two equally charged magnets, her HANDS WERE REFUSED ENTRY, INSTEAD MERELY STIRRING HER MOUNDS WITH LIGHT BRUSHES AGAINST THE SIDE OF HER PENDULOUS BOOBS.
DOG WALKER
How are you doing this?!
Pinpoint RUBS HIS TROUSERS, drinking in the TEN-OUT-OF-TEN'S flustered confusion.
PINPOINT
Doesn't matter how, but I'll help you out with an explanation. You're only going to be able to walk on all fours from now on, and whenever you want to hold something, you're going to find that your hands will refuse, but no worries -- those heavy coconuts will volunteer.
Her dog's leash is still be yanked on by the fearing animal, and slipping free -- unnoticed by Dog Walker herself, given her attempt to juggle that with fruitless KNOCKER-KNOCKING attempts to get at her phone.
PINPOINT
Hey, sexy, you might want to grab on hold of that leash. Poor thing's a little spooked.
She scowls at the man stood above her, before taking his advice and scooping up the leash into a secure grip...
..that is then AUTOMATICALLY REDIRECTED INTO HER CLEAVAGE.
Her dog pulls on the leash with one big heave...
..but with lightning reflexes, Dog Walker MASHES HER MELONS TOGETHER to maintain a hold over her rowdy pet -- REINFORCING THE GRIP OF HER TITTIES is now a full time job, if she wants to prevent her golden retriever from escaping into the night.
DOG WALKER
Stop. Please!EMERGENCY DISPATCHER (VOICE OVER)
--are-- communicate-- or--
With this random dog walker STUCK ON HER KNEES and DESPERATELY SQUASHING HER BREASTS, Pinpoint smiles smugly, as he taps his phone one last time -- "BOOB JOB."
The dog's barking flares up again, Dog Walker having to put even more care in to not letting the leash slip from her BOSOM.
Then, the straining Dog Walker recognises a new sensation in her chest. At first, she doesn't recognise it...
..but soon she feels the tightening of her shirt and the WEIGHT OF HER FUN BAGS BEGIN TO INCREASE.
DOG WALKER
What the hell?!EMERGENCY DISPATCHER (VOICE OVER)
--to-- police-- hold--PINPOINT
Oh, and you're welcome. Apparently you were a 34D. Now you're going to be a 34DDD. And, with that, my master plan's complete.
Her BUST EXPANDS LIKE A PAIR OF BALLOONS -- a SHIRT BUTTON pings off, hitting Dice in the face. This does nothing but worsen her anger.
Dog Walker's SLOW EXPANSION CONTINUES -- NOT CARTOONISH OR ARTIFICLE IN APPEARANCE, BUT A DEFINITE PROMOTION TO THE TOP PERCENTILE OF BOOBS BY CUP SIZE.
And now, having summited that leaderboard, they come to a gradually rest as 34DDDs.
DOG WALKER
You're not going to get away with this!
Dog Walker LIFTS HER PILLOWS UPWARD and speaks into them.
DOG WALKER
Yes, I'm calling from Falcon Street! I need the police! Hurry!
We hear nothing.
DOG WALKER
Hello?! Can you hear me!PINPOINT
I shouldn't think they can. Tightly squeezing a phone between a pair of 34DDDs -- even set to speaker phone that's an impossible task.
She looks up at him with a flame of the same inferno that rages within Dice.
DOG WALKER
Hello?! Hello?!PINPOINT
It's no use, you're too busty. Stop squeezing them and your phone might be able to catch a breath, but neither of us want this little beauty getting itself lost now, do we?
He strokes the dog's head with friendly affection, despite the use of magic still playing up the retriever's flee response.
PINPOINT
Yeah, it's a shame. Had to get rid of my "Good Boy" because dogs really don't seem to like it when I use the app. But, hopefully yours will realise there's nothing to be afraid of once you've waddled it home on your knees, titjobbing its leash the entire way back. Good luck with that, sugar tits.
Dog Walker's jaw hangs.
PINPOINT
Anyway, this whole thing's got me hard as hell, so I'm going to bid you a good night and fuck this bitch of mine in an alleyway.
With a swift, surprising movement, Pinpoint SPANKS DICE'S ASS -- the SOUND ECHOES.
DICE
Fucking hell!
Dog Walker takes a calming breath.
She makes eye contact with Dice...
..and doesn't receive so much as a look of solidarity. Instead, Dice's expression is more akin to an, "I told you so."
Dog Walker is taken aback by this coldness...
..right before being left to fend for herself -- KNEELING and GRIPPING HER GLOBES on the streets of London.
Pinpoint subtly jerks the NAKED DICE's collar, which marks the continuation of their nighttime walk.
DICE
For fuck sake! I'm too tired to get railed right now! I just want to--
EXT. CHARLIZE WINSLOW'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
FRONT PORCH
Charlize twists her KEY, opening her FRONT DOOR.
INT. CHARLIZE WINSLOW'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
BEDROOM
Still in her SMART-CASUAL WORK ATTIRE, Charlize crashes onto her BED -- exhausted.
She takes a deep breath, and savours the calm.
Her eyes drift closed.
EXT. CITY STREETS - CONTINUOUS
ALLEYWAY
Dice's eyes sharply widen -- the shocking sensation of Pinpoint PLUNGING HIS POCKET ROCKET INTO HER VELVET WALLS.
Cold air chills her, HARSH BRICKWORK supports her -- she's there, lying on her back, as her User... well, uses her.
THEIR INSTRUMENTS OF PLEASURE RADIATE WARMTH.
We PAN to Pinpoint's phone -- stored on a WINDOW SILL and displaying Mistress' devilish app.
"
COOPERATIVE CUM DUMP
- TRIGGER CONDITIONS: Upon Physical Sexual Advance [EDIT]
- MOD DESCRIPTION: The Subject's body will cooperate with any physical sexual play initiated by another person. For example, helping others who are struggling to take off her clothes, spreading her legs for others trying to get into her... [EXPAND DESCRIPTION]
- MOD LEVEL: 3 [EDIT]
- SUBJECT AWARENESS: On [EDIT]
- OTHER AWARENESS: On [EDIT]
- DIRTY TALK: Off [EDIT]
- ATTITUDE: Unmodified [EDIT]
- MOANING STYLE: Exaggerated [EDIT]
- MOANING FREQUENCY: Often [EDIT]
- [EXPAND EDITS LIST]
"
The QUIET of the surrounding few blocks are disrupted by an APP-DICTATED, PORNSTAR-AKIN, ORGASMIC MOAN from Dice -- A HOTTIE WHO IS ACTUALLY ONLY EXPERIENCING THE MANDITORY PHYSICAL PLEASURE THAT HAVING ONE'S PUSSY RAVISHED ENTALES -- and, given the context, she's not embracing it.
She pulls away from eye contact, but that can only achieve so much -- THEIR ACCELERATED BREATHS STILL MIX INTO A SINGULAR CLOUD.
DICE
Bloody hell! You are such a "beast, who better shoot me full of your delicious seed!"PINPOINT
I should have modded you with "Manners" months ago!
Pinpoint PRIMALLY LICKS AT HER CRINGING FACE...
..which, then, as per the MAGICAL HOLD THE "COOPERATIVE CUM DUMP" MOD HAS OVER HER MOVEMENTS, IS THEN DRIVEN AROUND IN SYNC WITH PINPOINT'S TONGUE ACTION, TO ASSIST HIS EFFORT TO COMPREHENSIVELY TASTE ALL OF HER STUNNING FACIAL FEATURES.
Once his tongue moves on from her face, she's free to scowl once again.
She recognises the glare he's giving her MILK CANONS.
DICE
Don't you dare "leave my spuds for me to lick, as I daydream about the dance of your tongue!"
HER HANDS ARE POSSESSED TO CUP HER RIGHT BREAST, MAKING PINPOINT'S NIPPLE NUZZLING EASIER.
Dice was about to revisit her usual well -- yelling insults and expletives -- or trying to anyway -- but then...
..her anger drains and we ZOOM IN ON DICE'S NEW LOOK -- ONE OF CONTEMPLATIVE REMEMBRANCE.
As she's RHYTHMICALLY PUMPED, we SHARE A BRIEF FLASHBACK WITH HER -- AN EARLIER SHOT OF DOG WALKER BEING TAKEN ABACK BY DICE'S COLDNESS TOWARD HER PREDICAMENT.
Dice continues to be captured by thoughts that dissociate her from her body -- WHICH HAS ITS LUSCIOUS LIPS BORROWED, FOR A MOMENT, TO RECIPROCATE HER USER'S SUDDEN URGE TO SNOG.
INT. CHARLIZE WINSLOW'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
BEDROOM
Charlize yawns freely.
The detective then adjusts to sleep on her front -- the SLIGHT WOBBLE OF HER REAR CHEEKS...
EXT. CITY STREETS - CONTINUOUS
ALLEYWAY
..IS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE VIOLENT WAVES RIPPLING OUT FROM PINPOINT'S PELVIC CLASHES WITH DICE'S PLUMP CUSHIONS.
If he somehow still existed, GOD HAD MADE THE CUSTOM GIRL BOOTYLICIOUS ENOUGH TO MAKE PLUNGING IN FROM BEHIND ONE HELL OF A DIVE FOR HER USER, and THAT REAL-AS-CAN-BE SHE-DEVIL HAD GIVEN HIM THE POWER TO INDULGE ON THAT SENSATION WHENEVER HE COMMANDED -- the REPEATED PATTING AGAINST HER UNDERCARRIAGE WITH THE SWING OF HIS BALLS, the RESISTANCE SHE HELD AGAINST HIS CONSTANT STALLION-LIKE THRUSTING, the USE OF HIS ANCHOR TO STEER THE ROLL OF HER HIPS.
Then, ANOTHER SCRIPTED ORGASMIC MOAN -- WRITTEN BY "COOPERATIVE CUM DUMP," PERFORMED BY DICE.
HER BODY OBEYS THE MANDATE TO AID WITH THIS UNRELENTING DOGGYSTYLE -- HER HANDS AND FEET ARE STIFFLY PLANTED, WHILE HER MIDRIFF SNAKES DEEPLY...
..but, Dice maintains her detached, introspective expression -- a stark contrast to her conduct from the neck down. We ZOOM IN ON HER EYES, ONCE AGAIN.
DICE (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
--I won't hesitate to do something like that to you, if it's crucial for the mission--CHARLIZE WINSLOW (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
--you could, at least, feel ****--HONEY-BUNNY (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
--No. You'll come to see that it isn't a mod. That's just her attitude--DICE (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
--some of us don't get the kindest mods--HONEY-BUNNY (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
--we don't blame, tease or judge other Custom Girls for what they're modded to do--CHARLIZE WINSLOW (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
-- I think you get a kick from being the orchestrator, or even just a witness, to the sexual humiliation of other Custom Girls--DICE (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
--Humour's never made a tough spot worse. After long enough, you need it--
Dice continues to replay the past, straight-faced -- even as some PARTICULARLY INTENSE THRUSTS SEND HER CLAPPING BREASTS SWINGING UPWARD -- SLAPPING HER ON THE CHIN.
INT. CHARLIZE WINSLOW'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
BEDROOM
Charlize lies fast asleep.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
--so seeing one of the women you've unfairly had to take up the task of thanklessly saving get even a fraction of the pornifying that you've endured--DICE (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
--give your pretentious detective shit a rest--CHARLIZE WINSLOW (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
--Be grateful, despite all this, I'm not going to make fun of your mods--DICE (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
--you've been in this world for a day. Let's check back in fourteen months and see if you appreciate the true nature of man--
EXT. CITY STREETS - CONTINUOUS
ALLEYWAY
A TREMOR LIVENS WITHIN PINPOINT'S PLOWING -- HE'S ON THE EDGE, HE'S ABOUT TO FILL HER.
The APP, ONCE AGAIN, PLAYS DICE'S VOICE LIKE A PIANO -- HAVING HER HIT THE "I'M CUMMING" NOTE.
Pinpoint dials up the speed for the final time.
Their SWEATY SKIN POUNDING AND POUNDING.
A GREAT WAVE READIES WITHIN HIM.
Any second.
Any second.
PINPOINT
That's right, you dirty fucking sex ****! ! Feel me fucking flood you!
And then, with VICTORIOUS GRUNTING, HE DELIVERS -- CUM PUMPS AND PUMPS AND PUMPS DEEP WITHIN THE WHORE HER USER HAS DICTATED SHE BE.
MORE AND MORE SEMEN...
..until HIS RIDE ON THE JIGGLY, FORMERLY-RESPECTABLE, COCK-CANDY QUAKES TO A STOP.
Still inside her, he breathes heavily...
..but then we PAN TO DICE'S FACE -- by contrast, she's still evidently in another world.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
--Are you sure you're much better... than the guys using the app to control us?--
Familiar rage brews within Dice once more.
PINPOINT
Oh, that had to have been one of the best ways I've blown my load within, or onto, you. Well, top hundred, for sure.DICE
Fucking condescending me, you "know you should only talk down to me once that satanic stunner's unlocked yet further depths of your depravity, and has you standing tall, introducing me to your luscious lady caves!"
Silence falls.
Pinpoint cocks his head.
PINPOINT
Lady caves? Whose lady caves?
Dice slowly returns to the SWEATY, BREATHY AFTERMATH, having, on some level, registered her User's sentence.
Her BODY IS STILL MODDED TO REMAIN LOOSE AND SENSUAL, but she has control enough over her face to express tension in her eyes...
..tension worsened when the HUNK -- STILL CONNECTED TO HER VIA THE COCK -- leans in against the CURVE OF HER BACK, while SCOOPING HER RIGHT TIT.
DICE
Come again?PINPOINT
Oh, I will, but I've only just unloaded, so maybe when I next call you over.DICE
You wank-- "off that beefy cock with my meat any time, okay?!"PINPOINT
You see? That's what "Manners" is supposed to do to your insults -- appropriate inappropriate remarks. Who the hells lady caves were you talking about?DICE
The app just makes me say any vile shit it can think of.
Pinpoint withdraws his cock from the Custom Girl, and moves toward his phone.
PINPOINT
Well, exactly. It obviously isn't tailoring the depravity to the person you're trying to insult, like it's meant to. Thank god that happened after I was done pumping you, or that comment could have disrupted my flow. I'm going to report the bug. One second.DICE
No! ...I just... I just don't think we need to...PINPOINT
It's fine. Mistress loves getting feedback from users, and, besides, you don't want me getting distracted by mod glitches while I'm trying to work my way up to filling you with cum -- I know you'd rather I finish fucking you as quickly as possible. And I'm not made of gems. No, it might be awkward, but there's custom service for a reason.
Dice can't think of a reply.
Pinpoint taps a "CUSTOMER SERVICE" button on his mobile screen.
A few short moments later...
..MISTRESS MATERIALISES FROM THIN AIR -- her NAKEDNESS matches that of the couple she sees before her.
MISTRESS
Well, howdy! Wow! Now, don't I wish you'd have offered me a front row seat to this! No worries -- I've been pretty busy conjuring a bespoke mod for a very lucky User -- a fella who's just got lucky, atop the already unbelievable luck of being amongst the handful to earn beta testing privileges, if you can believe it! Anyway, what can I do you for, Mr Pinpoint? This lickiliscous dick ride servicing you well?
Mistress licks her lips and TEASER HER PUSSY at the sight of DICE, FRESHLY FUCKED, ANGRILY MAINTAINING HER ON-ALL-FOURS POSTURE.
DICE
Screw "anyone with those begging-for-it boobies and they might actually go to heaven instead!"
Mistress giggles playfully. Lustfully.
MISTRESS
"Manners," is it? Yeah, I'm pretty proud of that one.PINPOINT
Well, that's just it. It isn't working perfectly. Dice was insulting my right to be condescending, and that was turned into some comment about licking my pussy. Now, you can see the problem there, I'm guessing.
Mistress shoots a horny glance at Pinpoint's GLISTENING TWELVE INCHES.
MISTRESS
Yeah, I can see the problem. But, first, do you mind if I could get a glimpse at something else? You're going to have to clean your penis soon anyway. Do you mind if I watch her lick it clean?
Dice really hates this bitch.
PINPOINT
Easily done. One favour for another.
He turns to Dice.
PINPOINT
Get over here, then.DICE
I'm not doing that shit!PINPOINT
You have "Cooperative Cum Dump." When my penis gets near your lips, they're going to oblige anyway.DICE
I fucking told you! And I maintain my stance! You--MISTRESS
Don't talk about your stance when you're there on your hands and knees! Come on! There's only so much lickilicious irony I can handle before I orgasm here and now.
Amidst the levity shared only by those on their feet, Dice attempts to regain authoritative momentum.
DICE
I'm not some fucking weakling! You have to spend every gem you owe! No free rides!MISTRESS
Apart from the occasionally one hundred percent off flash sale that certain festive-themed mods receive on Christmas Day.
Once again... Dice tries to cut through the HELL-BITCH'S undercutting quips.
DICE
I'm not giving you an inch!MISTRESS
Though, that's more than we say for--DICE
Shut the fuck up!
Yet more levity at her expense, while she regains focus again -- this time her words are more controlled and deeper-cutting.
DICE
You want to fuck with me? You can't handle fucking with me. Not you. Not by yourself. You're going to have to go out of your way, and through the god damn trouble, of outsourcing your command to her, because if you want your cock washed -- how about you -- you -- get over here?
Pinpoint looks to the ground.
He exhales sharply...
..then walks over to his DEFIANT SEX TOY.
Defiant only in spirit, however, as her mod is triggered by the FLACCID MEAT AND TWO VEG BEING MASHED AGAINST HER CHEEK -- HER MOUTH OPENING WIDE TO ACCEPT HIM, and HER TONGUE KICKED INTO GEAR TO POLISH HIM.
MISTRESS
You know, I've got to respect it, Dice, but I don't think this was the victory you thought it was.
Dice is still free to glare daggers, so she does so at the APP DEVELOPER FROM HELL, while HER HEAD IS LEANT FROM SIDE TO SIDE, TO AFFORD HER TONGUE WITH THE BEST NOB-GLOSSING ANGLES.
MISTRESS
Anyway -- "Manners." Yes, it's supposed to be tailoring her possessed speech to the person she's talking about, isn't it -- appropriately inappropriate remarks.PINPOINT
That's what I said.MISTRESS
Have you tried turning it off and on again?
If they were discussing any other Custom Girl's mods, Dice might have found the mundanity of their dialogue, contrasted against the concurrent BATHING OF HIS BATON, quite amusing -- as it stands, she's a mix of resentment, embarrassment and quiet concern.
PINPOINT
No, I suppose, I didn't think about it like that.MISTRESS
Well, try that and let me know if it happens again. But, it really shouldn't. I had another User who loved using "Manners" on the hot-headed, hot-bodied smoke-shows in his debate union. He was experiencing this problem and I managed to patch that blunder right out. What did it make her say -- exactly?
He SLIDES OUT FROM THE DRIVE-THROUGH COCK WASH -- his conversation unphased, HIS WOMAN SWALLOWING.
PINPOINT
Oh... um... fucking condescending me. You know you should only talk down to me once that -- this is when the mod took over -- you know you should only talk down to me once that satanic stunner's unlocked... yet... yet further depths of your depravity, and has you standing tall, introducing me to your luscious lady caves.MISTRESS
That's it, word for word?PINPOINT
Yes. Well, it took me by surprise.MISTRESS
I can imagine. Don't want mod glitches disrupting your concentration while you're trying to work your way up to filling her with cum.PINPOINT
So, true. I was just having that exact conversation with the Mrs.MISTRESS
Oh, well isn't that something.
They chuckle over being so in sync.
Dice shakes her head disapproving -- "for fuck sake."
The CHEEKY SEX DEVIL notes Dice's reaction, before further playing into the whole "customer helpline" vibe.
MISTRESS
Well, I can see you've been a loyal customer of ours for some time now, so we value your feedback especially. Could you possibly take a second out of your busy day, to answer a simple question?PINPOINT
No problem. No problem. Shoot.MISTRESS
Thank you. Well, when it comes to the awareness settings for mods you install on this scrumptious bitch, do you keep the awareness of others on or off? Specifically, I'm asking about how many other women you have let be aware of Dice's mods -- but, not just the effect of the mods. How many women have you explicitly let know that you have an app that makes Dice service your fetishes against her will?PINPOINT
Um... well, none. She's one of my CGs that I like to fuck one on one. I've activated public awareness for mods like "Bathing Goddess," of course -- there's not as much to it if passersby aren't judging her sudden urge to shower in a public fountain. But, no, I haven't explicitly told any other women about controlling her with your app. In fact, none of my other CGs even know about her. Does that help in some way?MISTRESS
Fabulously, Mr Pinpoint. Fabulously.
Mistress walks with her TIT-BOUNCING STRUT, coming to a stop right in front of Dice.
She looks down on the UNCLOTHED QUADRUPED...
..and she receives a hesitant, dread-filled look in response.
MISTRESS
Just tell me the truth, so I can have some peace of mind about this. You were thinking about someone else, weren't you? Another Custom Girl.DICE
What? No. I was just insulting that fucker "--y is what I love to receive from my User's huge dick."
Mistress kneels down to her level -- a scrutinising glare.
MISTRESS
Because, the mod's made you perv over my boobs, and over his dick, in place of insulting us, perfectly well, from what I've seen. And, of course, I remember specifically fixing this issue. So, I find it unlikely that my algorithm fucked up so royally as to have risked breaking your User's flow state with a non-topical remark about "lady caves."
Dice stares -- tense.
MISTRESS
And, beyond that, the reported wording of said remark has me very titillated, and not in a good way. Calling me a "satanic stunner" is fine -- the whole devilish vibe -- the fact I'm jaw-droppingly hot -- the fact I do, indirectly and literally, stun women, every time a User spends gems on a sleeping beauty fetish. But, as I'm sure you've picked up on, "Manners" uses certain context to generate personalised slut talk for you -- your genitals, your company's genitals, what you were originally trying to say, and what you were... thinking about.
Mistress leans in, now inches from Dice's face -- there's nowhere else the CRAWLING WET DREAM can look.
MISTRESS
"You know you should only talk down to me once that satanic stunner's unlocked yet further depths of your depravity." So, whoever it is you were feeling condescended by -- they're not just the owner of a "lady cave" -- they're a Custom Girl too, right? They "know" they should only talk down to you while they're serving you their "lady caves" -- an act that will only happen once I -- my app -- unlocks "yet further depths" of their depravity. "Yet further" suggests my app has already unlocked some amount of their depravity. And so, you see, this person being a Custom Girl is intriguing, because your User said that he hasn't introduced you to any of his Custom Girls and likes to fuck you in private. And, given the small number of men lucky enough to find themselves amidst the handful rewarded with beta testing privileges, there's the implausibility of any chance meeting between another CG and yourself. On top of that, mod awareness settings would have to be such that you could even be aware, in the first place, that she had had any amount of depravity unlocked by my app, and vice versa -- she must be aware that you're a Custom Girl too, because you said she should "know" to only talk down to you, in a literal sense, once a hypothetical future mod has her commit further depravity by making her guide your face to her vagina. So, Sugar Tits, I'm just very titillated as to how you two met and in what way she condescended you, as for it to be playing on your mind so heavily that the "Manners" mod tailored your slutty remark to her, and not to the man you hate most in the world, who, moments prior, had your naked body bucking its hips against his cock until he came inside you.
Tense SILENCE.
MISTRESS
And then there's the fact that you don't want to tell me. Though, I guess that's to be expected with your whole -- don't give them an inch, make him spend every Gem he owes, pointlessly resistant -- philosophy, right?DICE
You said you wanted the truth for your peace of mind! I don't give shit about your peace of mind!MISTRESS
I guess that's one way to make me more certain I'm right. Mr Pinpoint, I can't make you, but pretty please with sugar on top, could you consider purchasing "The Compulsive Truth." When something titillates me, it's usually for a reason.
Dice's eyes widen -- a subtle symptom of the underlying red alert that's now sounding within her, which goes unnoticed by Mistress.
PINPOINT
That would be rest of my daily Gem allowance, but I suppose I can help you out.
Mistress looks over her shoulder to shoot him an appreciative smile.
Dice blinks, as Pinpoint begins swiping at his phone!
DICE
You're... just paranoid.MISTRESS
I'm allowed to be paranoid -- I'm staking everything on this app.
Dice knows she doesn't have the time to interrogate Mistress' supposed gamble -- it only takes one more flick before Pinpoint's screen frames "THE COMPULSIVE TRUTH," among the OTHER AVAILABLE MODS!
PINPOINT
Ah, here it is.
Dice grits her teeth -- the cogs in her mind grinding overtime -- trying to brainstorm a way to stop this!
DICE
Fine. Whatever... I truly wasn't thinking of anyone. Your mod must've just...MISTRESS
I don't believe you. My Pinpoint, you big strong man, if you could help me out, that would be dreamy.PINPOINT
No problem. Getting it now.
Pinpoint's finger begins its journey toward the PURCHASE BUTTON...
..while Dice thrashes internally for a way to avoid the truth...
..and then it clicks...
..she has the solution!
DICE
It was Hayley!
Pinpoint's finger stops just shy of spending Gems.
He turns to Dice, curiously.
Mistress turns, too, with a look like, "...what?"
PINPOINT
I don't have a CG called Hayley.DICE
Fucking hell! I glimpsed her name on your phone screen! Christ, you even said her name! The woman you cursed to waddle home on her knees, with her dog's leash between her... the one you gave a magical fucking boob job!PINPOINT
Yes, okay. I remember now. But, I didn't tell her about the app. She didn't know what the hell was happening. And Mistress deduced, didn't she, that whoever you were thinking about must have known about the app -- about the mods, about you being modded.
Mistress turns to Dice with mischievous menace.
MISTRESS
Well, now I'm especially titillated, you little liar, you.DICE
What?! Of course Hayley knew! You tap your phone screen -- she goes down! Another tap -- she's holding stuff with her tits! Tap three -- an on-the-spot breast enlargement! She must have connected the dots there! Somehow, you're using your phone, and that black magic **** that she's feeling must be the same god damn thing keeping me on my hands and knees, despite me obviously wishing you were in hell!PINPOINT
But, she didn't condescend you. How did she condescend you?DICE
Are you serious?!MISTRESS
Are you stalling?
Dice exhales sharply.
DICE
She looked at me.MISTRESS
She looked at you?
Mistress' eyes narrow.
DICE
Yes! First with a look like she was expecting me to say something -- do something! As if she thinks I would be stupid enough to keep playing along with his kinks, if I knew any way to get my body to stop! My body, which, unlike her's, is completely uncovered -- she knew I had worse mods than her, and yet another look followed -- the second one she insulted me with -- one of being appalled that I hadn't offered so much as a meaningless word of consolation! As if I -- someone who's passed the one year anniversary since my dignity's **** -- should be the one offering her something! A random bitch -- who's still got her clothes and only ten seconds experience -- when I've been the one in the business of knowing just how hopeless the idea of anyone with a nice rack doing anything about any of this is for the last -- if I'm recalling correctly -- for the last age and a fucking half! So, she thinks she's better than me?! Really?! That she would have been able to say anything to make the fact that my breasts are swinging freely any less mortifying! Or have done anything to change the reality that I'm destined for decades of dick?! If she thinks that, I look forward to hearing it in fourteen months, once she's had some seasons with every conversation starting with her getting motorboated, or once she's had many days at the office being made to spank herself silly every time she gets angry with a man, or once she's spent weeks upon weeks being deepfaked IRL, just so she can be worked down the pathetically long list of celebrity crushes this fucking dick "--s like his are heavy enough to drop my jaw and slap my buns good!"
Dice considers regaining momentum, after "Manners" undercut her rant, but ultimately decides that she made her points and is in greater need of regaining her breath.
Her BREASTS HEAVE with every restorative respiration, as she anxiously awaits a response to cut through the SILENCE, and, eventually...
..one does.
MISTRESS
Only decades?
DEAD AIR...
..until, with a devilishly playful blowing of a kiss...
..MISTRESS VANISHES INTO THIN AIR.
Dice breathes deep -- some relief, but, to say the least, it's not as much as she longs for.
Pinpoint looks down on the NAKED CRAWLER -- there's something in his eyes, a recognition, something genuine, something...
..deeply moved.
But, when she turns to look at him, he takes it as a sign to bury that something and recompose himself.
A look of disgust creeps its way onto her face.
DICE
Really?PINPOINT
What?
He follows her eyeline, down to his COCK -- HIS ERECTION NOW FULLY RESTORED -- still PAINTED WITH HER SALIVA.
PINPOINT
Oh.DICE
Mouth, ass, armpit, what?PINPOINT
No... now, we're... just going to get some sleep.
He backs out of the AVAILABLE MODS MENU, backing away from "The Compulsive Truth," instead navigating to "Pet Walk" so that he can deactivate it.
EXT. THE SKIES ABOVE A MILITARY BASE - DAY - FLASHBACK
TWO FIGHT JETS SHOOT through the sky!
INSTRUCTOR (VOICE OVER)
You haven't left enough altitude! The window's too small! Don't try it!
One DIVES!
INSTRUCTOR (VOICE OVER)
Dice!
INT. DICE'S COCKPIT - CONTINUOUS - FLASHBACK
Dice BATTLES AGAINST G-FORCES, as her newly downward angle puts a FAST-APPROACHING TARGET -- PAINTED ON THE FIELD BELOW -- in the CROSSHAIRS OF HER GUIDED MISSLE SYSTEM... NEARLY!
INSTRUCTOR (VOICE OVER)
Stop! You're on track for second!
She concentrates hard!
The missile LOCKS ON TARGET for a fraction of second before it's lost again!
DICE
Come on!
The EARTH IS GETTING BIGGER!
A lock-on is tantalisingly close!
INSTRUCTOR (VOICE OVER)
Dice! Pull up!DICE
Come on! Come on! Come on!
An impact...
..is seconds away when her AIM STABILISES ON THE BULLSEYE...
..but, then, A SUDDEN VIOLENT COUGH!
She SPLUTTERS MULTIPLE LOADS WORTH OF VISION-CLOUDING CUM!
The TARGET IS LOST as she recoils in GARGLING SHOCK!
She BLINDLY FUMBLES!
The GROUND ARRIVES IN A HEAD-ON COLLISION!
INT. PINPOINT'S HOUSE - DAY
BEDROOM
Dice SNAPS AWAKE!
She scrambles away from Pinpoint's bed in a hurry, landing herself by the window!
She gradually wrestles her breathing back under her control, slowing the JUMPINESS OF HER BARE BREASTS.
Newly woken, Pinpoint rises from the SHEETS.
PINPOINT
You'll be okay. You always are.DICE
You don't need to quote me, you need to free me.PINPOINT
I thought we agreed on this compromise.
Dice just laughs.
PINPOINT
It was just going to be me and you. You're the one that got me into a cycle of multiple women. Believe me, I'd love to be fucking you way more often, but now you get a tone of days off.DICE
You say I "agreed on this compromise" like we reached some common ground. I negotiated this to lessen my own sentence -- some days off beats no days off. That's it. You do know that, right? Maybe not. I suppose that's the Custom Girls brainrot effect. Anyway, can you just respawn my clothes already!
Pinpoint's gaze falls, thoughtfully.
Then he swivels around to grab his phone from the BEDSIDE CABINET.
He navigates the app.
PINPOINT
I've been meaning to put faces to names. My CG list on here has gotten really really long. Most were one-off, spur-of-the-moment purchases for women who are now in the wind, and I've still got them customised for no reason. I want to work out which I should un-mod, so the woman I modded last night -- I know you'll think it's psychotic I don't remember, so let's skip that bit -- but, what was her name again?DICE
I... I... I'll tell you if you take me off the list as well.PINPOINT
...You don't remember.DICE
...No.
Dice shifts uncomfortably.
INT. DOG WALKER'S FLAT - CONTINUOUS
KITCHEN
A PHONE rests on FLOOR TILES.
**** CLOSE UP -- Dog Walker's lips lean INTO FRAME.
DOG WALKER
No, I... not over the phone, otherwise you'll hang up. You'll think this is a prank call. And, even if not, you'll probably have a lot of questions.POLICE CALL HANDLER (VOICE OVER)
Okay. Um, well you can come in to the station and speak to one of our--DOG WALKER
No. No. I... I can't come in. I'm...
We CUT TO A WIDE ANGLE, REVEALING THAT DOG WALKER'S STILL ON ALL FOURS -- her 34DDD BUST STILL STRAINS AGAINST HER SHIRT'S FEW REMAINING BUTTONS.
DOG WALKER (CONTINUED)
..I'm having some... mobility issues. Can you send an officer to my address?
She cringes, dreading how that house call is going to go.
INT. PINPOINT'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
BEDROOM
Scrolling
..scrolling...
..nope -- Pinpoint puts down his phone.
PINPOINT
None of those names are ringing any bells. I'll have to tell Mistress that sorting my CG list by "data modified" would be a nice quality of life feature.DICE
My clothes!PINPOINT
Yes. Yes. I'm getting to it.
He brings the phone back to his face and starts navigating the app.
To BREAK THE SILENCE, Pinpoint speaks.
PINPOINT
I do recognise a lot of these names, you know. The women I see regularly, for example. I mean, it's not like I don't recall the name of any--DICE
Reputation saved. Now, get a move on.
More SILENCE.
PINPOINT
You know, I... I didn't know you'd be doing the training exercise at the time. I've said it before and I'll say it again -- it doesn't make what I did right. None of this is right. But, I do apologise for that one. Because, even though Custom Girls didn't allow you to come to any physical harm as a result of the crash, if I could take it back, I wouldn't have given you a bukkake while you were in the air. I would have waited until you'd touched down, at least.DICE
Gentlemanly. Can I have my clothes now?PINPOINT
I definitely never claimed to be a gentleman. I'm just some... horny guy.DICE
Really? I hadn't noticed. Still naked here, by the way.PINPOINT
But, I'm a... unique evil.DICE
Okay, fine. You got me. I've been kind of noticing.PINPOINT
Look, what I'm trying to say is this -- most guys are gentlemen and I'm not one of them. Be angry at me. Not at them and not at all the unmodded women out there. I'm saying this because I care about you as a friend.DICE
And why are you pretending we've still got that friendship?PINPOINT
I'm not. Of course, it's not a two way thing anymore. I traded that in for benefits. Okay, so I'm not the best friend. Point is -- I still like you. I still want you to have a nice life and all that -- sure. In my moments of clarity that is. Of course, in those moments when it makes me hard to humiliate you, well, I have the app -- I let that primal urge take over -- so, of course I'm going to give you a photorealistic breast tattoo of your step mother posing naked. But, ultimately, I still want you to have some time off. Friendly advice -- cherish that time. Actually use it. Actually live. Get that anger out.DICE
Are you going to keep my speech mod on?PINPOINT
Yes. Even when you're not here, it pleases me. I'll get bored of it eventually, though. Don't worry.DICE
Right, but if my insults are perverted into sexual comments, how am I suppose to get my anger out, doctor?!PINPOINT
I don't know. There are healthy ways, I'm just not familiar. I use our fuck sessions to help with my life's baggage. Find something. Preferably, a healthier outlet than I use.DICE
So, you're fine with being a hypocrite?!PINPOINT
I'm just a horny guy. But, I'm a unique evil. I'm a bad friend, a hypocritic and, no, I'm repulsed by that in sober times, but you know what I'm not? I'm not wrong, friend. If you need actual advice, I'll speak it. If you need actual help, I'll give it. And, even if it doesn't threaten our fuck session -- but especially if it does, I won't lie -- if something truly bad was going to go down, despite everything, I'd be a friend and I'd do everything in my power to stop it.
Pinpoint's last remark makes Dice think.
He presses a HOTKEY on his phone.
DICE'S MOTORBIKE LEATHER MAGICALLY RE-MATERIALISES TO CLOTHE HER.
DICE
...Mistress' main goal is a world without... actually... who am I kidding? There's no point. You men are all the same. And there's no helping you when you accept all the things you are and yet have the audacity to preach at me!PINPOINT
I don't need moral authority to be correct. And "unique evil" means not every guy is just like me, so, truthfully, get a fucking grip. If not, you're just as fucked up as the people you claim are around every corner, and you won't even enjoy your holidays away from me.DICE
For fuck sake! We're not doing this! You're not a philosopher! Add "pretentious" to your list of I ams! And, add me being anything like you to your list of I'm nots!PINPOINT
If, Mistress gave you Gem Guys today, what would you do and who'd you do it to?
Dice blinks.
She thinks inwardly and tries to disguise her mixed feelings toward a flash of mental images...
..and, well, she obviously didn't disguise it too well.
PINPOINT
Wow. All that, huh?
Her eyes darts to meet his piercing stare.
PINPOINT
The unfortunate truth is that if Mistress flipped our power dynamic today, last night still wouldn't be the final time we'd fuck.
She stares.
She thinks.
She leaves, SLAMMING the BEDROOM DOOR behind her!
INT. CHARLIZE WINSLOW'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
BEDROOM
Her eyes flutter open -- surprisingly well rested, given the bigger picture.
Charlize sits up, yawns, stretches.
And, when her MOBILE BUZZES on the NIGHTSTAND, she answers.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Hello?RECEPTIONIST (VOICE OVER)
Good morning, am I speaking to Detective Winslow?CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Speaking.RECEPTIONIST (VOICE OVER)
I'm calling from the Commissioner's Office at Scotland Yard to arrange an in-person meeting. He's picked which officer she's going to be and... well... it's you. You got the role.
The receptionist spoke as if they were both on the same page, somehow feeding off the state of excitement Charlize is apparently meant to be swept up in, despite her actual confusion...
..turned suspicion.
DARREN SLATER (VOICE OVER, FLASHBACK)
Damn. You're right, Detective. A woman -- to them, well classy, well respected, well powerful -- but, to me... well, an obedient servant with benefits. That would be so fucking hot.
INSERT FLASHBACK SHOT -- CHARLIZE CLIMBS OVER A HOARDER'S COLLECTION OF MARVEL COMICS IN DARREN'S FLAT.
Charlize navigates to "Honey-Bunny's" CGA.ONION WEBSITE, and to her APP ACTIVITY FEED SUB-PAGE -- above the notifications that revealed "HAYLEY FOX" was modded last night with "PET WALK," "CLEAVAGE GRASP" and "BOOB JOB," is a line that states "CHARLIZE WINSLOW" was modded with "THE UNIONETTE" by "DARREN SLATER."
RECEPTIONIST (VOICE OVER)
Are you still there, Detective?
Charlize takes a deep breath to remain calm.
CHARLIZE WINSLOW
Yes. Yes, I'm still here. Um... I see. The Unionette. Of course. What an honour. What time does the Commissioner want to meet?
EXT. THE CUSTOM GIRLS MANSION - CONTINUOUS
FORECOURT
An IMMENSE FIELD OF GRAVEL AFRONT THE WITHERING CUSTOM GIRLS MANSION -- MANY CARS circle the forecourt's TOWERING CENTRAL FOUNTAIN, before coming to a stop.
Outstep a CROWD OF WOMEN -- exiting their vehicles as YET MORE WHEELS AND YET MORE HEELS pour in through the GRAND ENTRANCE GATES. And, while we're in the perfect setting for an OPERA OF RULING CLASS AFFAIRS, this is no such gathering -- the MANOR HASN'T BEEN ELABORATELY PREPARED FOR A SOIREE OF ELITES, instead there's COLD, GREY WEATHER, and AN AWKWARD ATMSOPHERE, that plagues the arrival of... well... A GUESTLIST THAT RANGES FROM THE CASUAL EVERY-WOMAN to THE SEAMINGLY EXHIBITION-PRONE PORNSTAR.
For example, despite cold temperatures, some of the women -- all STUNNERS -- are TOPLESS, while others are BOTTOMLESS, and others are BOTH. Some are GAGGING ON DILDOS THAT THEY CONTINUE TO WEDGE DOWN THEIR THROATS, while some HOP LIKE KANGAROOS INSTEAD OF WALKING. Some are DRESSED IN STAR WARS COSPLAY and some are DECKED OUT IN ROPES, but what they all have in common is VISIBLE DISTAIN FOR THEIR SEXUAL AFFLICTIONS.
They congregate before the mansion's OPULENT FRONT DOORS.
In the crowd, ONE VOLUPTUOUS COUGAR comes to a stop shoulder-to-shoulder with an EDGY GOTH CHICK, and before we know it...
..a MAGIC **** HAS POSESSESSED THEM FROM THE NECK DOWN, and the rest of the crowd are left respectfully looking away, as THE STAP-ON THAT MATERIALISED AT THE GOTH'S CROTCH, has found itself PLUNGED DEEP INSIDE THE COUGAR, and TWO EYE-CANDIES ARE NOW BUTT-FUCKING where they stand -- BARE SKIN SLAPPING and ACCELERATED BREATHES SYNCHRONISING TO THEIR RABID BEAT.
VOLUPTUOUS COUGAR
Oh, damn it! I didn't--EDGY GOTH CHICK
This is why I never fucking visit! You always forget the one metre activation field, mum!VOLUPTUOUS COUGAR
Just pound my "cheeks," you brat! Get it over with quickly!EDGY GOTH CHICK
I can't! Dad set the mod to a timer -- to thirty minutes! But, let me guess, that's my fault too!
The **** RECEIVER looks back over her shoulder and down at the GLARING GIVER, as their NAKED BODIES BUCK AGAINST THE OTHER -- RIPPLING, HEAVING, SWEATING.
The manor's front doors open -- SLOW, HEAVY, CREEKY.
And, out from the home-turned-headquarters' SHADOWY HALLS steps Honey-Bunny -- still TOTALLY NAKED, aside from the TOWEL TURBAN THAT HOLDS HER HAIR, and still PERPETUALLY SLICK WITH SHOWER WATER, as per mods.
She could never get quite used to moments like this, where her LARGE BREASTS catch the breeze and HER NIPPLES HARDEN for this SIMILARLY-AFFLICTED SEA OF MAGICALLY-ENFORCED DEGENERACY -- these formally respectable women whose IRRESISTIBLE BODIES now fight them in CREATIVELY KINKY WAYS.
The Custom Girls strain polite smiles, in order to share in a community spirit of understanding and solidarity, and stave off -- and for glimmering moments, even succeed in lessening -- the inevitably mortifying atmosphere that arises when those UNDER SEXUAL SPELLS come together.
HONEY-BUNNY
I saw you all logged on to CGA.onion -- you all saw my newsletter for today's session, but did you read it?
All the Custom Girls nod in response -- even those at the back BEING PUPPETEERED INTO ENACTING A MOTHER-DAUGHTER FUCK-FROM-BEHIND.
HONEY-BUNNY
Okay. Now, I know many of you are sick of hearing this, but the newer members need these words repeated -- they need to be automatic. Second nature. So, as always, there are print-outs at the door. And understand that referencing them frequently, moving slowly and intentionally -- that's the best policy to avoid triggering mods. But, in accepting an invitation to CGA meetings, you accept that mods will be triggered -- it is impossible to avoid completely. You also understand that we make mistakes and that we don't blame each other for the things our mods may make us do or say. That this is a place where we share and connect without judgement. These are paramount considerations, as we want to deftly avoid any of our mods getting any of us stuck in any behavioural loops -- it may not be possible to break back out of them, as Isla and Ivy's drawing room predicament still demonstrates. I try to avoid mod synergies with who I pencil in for which meetings on which days, but that can only get us so far -- we have to take precautions seriously. We hold each other to account. If you break any of these rules -- you fail to take the instructed precautions when coming here, you intentionally trigger mods, discuss who your User is, who you are, where you're from, etc, etc, etc -- your membership will be revoked. So, for example, you two...
Honey-Bunny points to the EDGY GOTH CHICK WHO'S GRINDING HER MOTHER'S ASS, and to the VOLUPTUOUS COUGAR WHO'S LEANING IN TO IT.
HONEY-BUNNY (CONTINUED)
..are probably hating the fact that... that there... is happening again. But, you leave any animosity at the door. Both of you. Let me hear that you understand.
Still NAKEDLY PUMPING, they work up to the words.
VOLUPTUOUS COUGAR
...We understand.EDGY GOTH CHICK
...We understand.HONEY-BUNNY
Thank you. You all enter at your own risk and if there's any emergent need to evacuate -- we're discovered, or there's some modding activity that threatens to expose us, etc -- I'll direct you to the obvious exits and you rush away -- just away. So... with all that said, ladies, welcome back to Custom Girls Anonymous.
Honey-Bunny moves aside, gesturing in such a manner as to encourage the crowd's entrance.
The women, cautiously distancing themselves from each other, begin to head inside one by one -- as they enter, each take a PRINT-OUT, WHICH LISTS THE MOD DETAILS OF THOSE IN THE CURRENT CGA MEETING.
A SLIM WOMAN walks up to the doorway -- NO CLOTHES FROM THE WAIST UP, SAY FOR A WOOLEN BERET HAT and a SMALL BREAD BAGUETTE THAT IS MAGICALLY HELD IN PLACE AGAINST HER CHEST, SQUISHING HER TITS TOGETHER and JUST ABOUT OBSCURING HER NIPPLES, LIKE SOME KIND OF COMICAL, EDIBLE TEASE-WEAR. She gestures to her apparel.
BAGUETTE BRA
It's because I'm french.HONEY-BUNNY
The dickhead's certainly got a sense of humour. But, good to see you again.
The FRENCH BABE moves on.
A few BEAUTIES later, a LADY WHO APPEARS TO BE THE FAMOUS ACTRESS GAL GADOT, IN NOTHING BUT A BRA AND PANTIES, shares a glance with Honey-Bunny.
HONEY-BUNNY
Yeah, I saw -- Gal Gadot this time, huh?NOT GAL GADOT
I'm getting so tired of these "IRL Deepfake" mods.HONEY-BUNNY
Oh, he splashed out for the voice as well. I'm really sorry, but help yourself to some tea and we can talk about it.
Not Gal Gadot moves on.
A few more SHOULD-BE-MODELS pass by, until one leans in suddenly, her EXOTIC ROSE LIPS park directly on Honey-Bunny's ear -- COOL and SOFT, and with a PERFORMATIVELY SENSUAL BREATH, which STROKES AIR ALONG HONEY-BUNNY'S STEAMY SKIN and BLOWS AN INTIMATE WHSIPER WHICH MASSAGES HER MIND.
WHISPERING WOMAN
I do apologise. I can only speak to you all...
She swaps from Honey-Bunny's right ear, to her left ear -- the SAME CHILL-INDUCING VOICE WORK.
WHISPERING WOMAN (CONTINUED)
..like this. I hope it won't...
Switches ear again.
WHISPERING WOMAN (CONTINUED)
..derail the proceedings too severely.
Whispering Woman yanks herself back to a respectable distance, NEWLY FREED FROM HER MOD'S GRASP.
HONEY-BUNNY
"ASMRtist" is a pretty new mod, so this was a bit short notice and the microphone setup is a bit cobbled together, but I'm going to wear a mic, you whisper to me, the rest of us will hear you through a speaker system -- it's taken care of. So, relax try to relax and try the biscuits.
She nods gracefully and moves on.
And, a few women later -- including the TABOO PEGGING COUPLE, who awkwardly HUMPED AND WADDLED THEIR WAY INSIDE -- Honey-Bunny is approached by the last member out in the cold -- FLAT, GELLED BACK HAIR -- a PROFESSIONAL LOOK with A DISCIPLINED SUIT and GLASSES to match. She's fidgeting and restless -- an in-heat hot flush.
Her look morphs from ELEGANT TO DANGEROUS when she reluctantly, at the sight of Honey-Bunny's NAKEDNESS, licks her lips, and, in so doing, reveals her VAMPIRIC TEETH -- TWO SLIGHT, BUT NOTABLE, FANGS, AS IF TO COMPLETE THE APPEARANCE OF SOME KIND OF KINKILY SOPHISTICATED TEMPTRESS, FROM SOME KIND OF KINKILY SADISTIC ROLEPLAY. Though, she appears in two minds about part she's been cast to play.
HONEY-BUNNY
Ah, yes, you. "Rug Munching On The Mind," by all the accounts I've heard, is one of the tough ones. I'm so very sorry. And with the vampire teeth as well -- oh, that's just so unnecessary. It really is. But, I've prepared one of the bedrooms, so we can get it over with privately, and then you'll be freed up to engage with the meeting. If you still feel comfortable, that is.
The entire time, VAMPIRESS' eyes have been transfixed on Honey-Bunny's VAGINA -- **** -- a battle against an overwhelming urge. The entire time, Honey-Bunny has remained unswayingly authoritative in the struggling face of an UNPREDICTABLE AND **** PUSSY-POPPING ADDICT.
VAMPIRESS
Just... I can't... I... I feel I barely know you... but I... I want to lick you out... need to... I... I can't stop it.HONEY-BUNNY
I know. I know. Let's head up--
Honey-Bunny's sentence is cut short when Vampiress SHOVES her inside, and SLAMS manor's front doors behind them!
INT. THE CUSTOM GIRLS MANSION - MOMENTS LATER
ENTRANCE HALL
A few Custom Girls remain in this IMMEDIATE ENTRANCEWAY, having not yet reached the DINING HALL, in which most of the members are now residing.
They're suddenly taken by surprise -- Honey-Bunny RACES IN -- SLIPPING AND SLIDING ON HER NAKED WETNESS!
She stops beside the other women.
HONEY-BUNNY
You know the rules! Get started without me and I'll be down in a few minutes!VAMPIRESS (OFF SCREEN)
You promised! I need to taste you!
Honey-Bunny takes that as her cue and resumes HIGH-SPEED, once Vampiress reaches the entrance hall -- CRAZED FOR COOCHIE!
Honey-Bunny ZOOMS, pursued, up a STAIRCASE TO THE NEXT FLOOR -- her MASSIVE CHEST HOPPING WITH EACH ELEVATIVE STRIDE!
The witnesses don't know what to think.
EDGY GOTH CHICK
Man, fuck this Custom Girls bullshit! Such a pain in the fucking ass!VOLUPTUOUS COUGAR
You're telling me.
They carry on towards the meeting.
BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
The PROFESSIONAL TURNED LAP-LAPPER is TONGUE-FLICKING HER PREY'S CLITORIS WITH THE THIRST OF AN ATHLETE. Honey-Bunny's laying back -- MELTING ON THE MATTRESS -- her LEGS WRAPPED AROUND THE LICKER'S HEAD, and her ARMS CROSSED AS IF WAITING FOR A BUS, staring up at a CEILING CHANDELIER.
The room's SILENT, say for the TONGUE-PLAY IN HER NETHERS.
Honey-Bunny tries to resist -- to swallow it down, but it's no use...
..she lets out a LITTLE MOAN.
Her eyes widen and she scrambles to distract from that and... the other evidence... of her GROWING WHIRL OF PLEASURE.
HONEY-BUNNY
Um... okay... ugh... it's good the teeth aren't an issue, isn't it? I think I do feel them catching actually, but it doesn't hurt or anything. I think it's probably because of the safety measures Mistress put in place. Unless a little pain is the expressed purpose of the mod, and even if it is, all of them have prohibitive measures in play to ensure no one comes to any serious harm -- directly or indirectly. I think "Rug Munching On The Mind" has clarifications in small print that--
Vampiress PRIES HER FACE AWAY FROM THE TECH WIZARD'S CHERRY FOR A COUPLE OF EXCRUCIATING SECONDS.
VAMPIRESS
I think a different topic would be better for the awkwardness. Fuck, I'm sorry, this is so good.
The DINER DIVES BACK IN.
Her STIMULATING MASHING OF MOUTH TO MINGE MAYHEM SCRATCHES THE DEEPEST OF ITCHES and FLINGS HONEY-BUNNY'S HEAD BACK WITH A DENIED GASP.
HONEY-BUNNY
Yes! Yes... um... other stuff. Other topics. Ugh... the weather's... cold.
Another PEAK OF EUPHORIA WITHIN HER LOINS -- she GRIPS AT THE BEDSHEETS, she BITES HER LIP TO STOP THE UTTERANCES, and she PHYSICALLY SHAKES HER HEAD IN HER GRIMACED ATTEMPTS TO CLEAR THE HAZE IN HER THOUGHTS. But...
..Vampiress rolls her eyes because, it looks like coherent conversation is off the table. Instead, she KICKS HER G-SPOT MONOLOGUE INTO HIGH GEAR.
HONEY-BUNNY
You... you do what you've got to do... you... ah, fuck... okay...
Honey-Bunny's BREATHING LOSES RHYTHM and her MIDRIFF STIRS -- at this point, even Vampiress is lost -- her eyes roll again, but, this time, they're rolling back.
It's as if her eyes were taking cover from the ERUPTION TO COME.
Because, it's close.
It's close!
Closer!
HONEY-BUNNY
God, I hate that fucking app!
Honey-Bunny's **** to wear her O-FACE, AS SHE ORGASMS WITH A HIGH SHE DID NOT ANTICIPATE, and Vampiress' THIRST CLIMAXES, LEAVING HER SWIRLING HER FACE AROUND IN JUICES THAT...
..she, now, as if sobering up from drink, finds revolting to have DRIPPING FROM HER GLISTENING FACE.
She slowly gets up from her knees -- dusts off and fixes her suit, while grabbing a conveniently placed TOWEL from the BEDSIDE CABINET.
Honey-Bunny sits up and comes down from heaven -- well, heaven... ish.
Their eyes awkwardly meet.
HONEY-BUNNY
If... this doesn't seem rude or anything, I want to check my phone.VAMPIRESS
Gosh! Yes! Do whatever. Sorry. I mean, text during -- I don't care. It's not like the rules apply. This isn't a proper thing. I'll just be downstairs dying inside.HONEY-BUNNY
And I'll be right there with you -- two ticks. Oh, and you'll want to be... you'll have to be... doing what we just did... again some time. I'm always here to help you out. Any time, really.VAMPIRESS
Well, hopefully he'll have calmed down and taken off this vampire shit by then, so you won't have to.HONEY-BUNNY
...Here's hoping.
Vampiress continues to dry her face off, as she turns and leaves the room.
Honey-Bunny watches on until she exits her line of sight...
..and then keeps staring...
..thinking...
..and feeling.
Before, snapping back awake.
She grabs her PHONE from the bedside cabinet and navigates to CGA.onion -- checking her site's APP ACTIVITY REPORT.
It tells of "CHARLIZE WINSLOW" having been modded with "THE UNIONETTE" by "DARREN SLATER."
She mouths, "what the fuck is that?"
EXT. DICE'S CAR - CONTINUOUS
A SAT NAV SCREEN -- THE ENTERED DESTINATION IS "HB NEWS STUDIOS."
Dice is behind the wheel of her car, though NOT DRIVING FAST -- OR MUCH AT ALL. LONDON TRAFFIC.
Dice HONKS HER HORN at the statuesque vehicles ahead and gets MULTIPLE BEEPS in response.
She huffs.
Then, retrieves her PHONE from the GLOVE BOX.
INT. THE CUSTOM GIRLS MANSION - CONTINUOUS
BEDROOM
Honey-Bunny dries SHOWER WATER FROM HER FINGERS and phone screen, in order to go on to reach her DIRECT MESSAGES on CGA.onion.
DICE (VIA TEXT)
"Be at studio late. Traffic. Another day another sorry case. If we don't find a solution--"
Honey-Bunny sighs and clicks away before reading the rest.
Instead, she begins to type a message to Charlize -- she crafts it slow and intentionally.
INT. CHARLIZE WINSLOW'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
ENTRANCEWAY
CHARLIZE WINSLOW'S CGA.ONION DIRECT MESSAGES are displayed on her PHONE SCREEN.
HONEY-BUNNY (VIA TEXT)
"Not sure what the unionette mod is. It's new. I'll try and dig for details. Detective, don't forget your mission. You have to focus on the mission. Don't let anything distract you. Don't let any other thoughts even enter your mind. It's good to see things in people, but do not let that get in the way. With the app, they're a monster, so stay ruthless and logical. No feeling. I think Darren will have suspicions. Make sure he doesn't think anything strange happened. And plant my device, so my algorithms can cross reference all the Users we know of with the criminal database. Here's hoping for some kind of lead. Report ASAP."CHARLIZE WINSLOW (VIA TEXT)
"I'll plant your gizmo. Don't worry and stay strong, because nobody suspects anything and we're going to keep it that way, for all womankind."
Charlize takes some deep breaths...
..before she straightens her SMART-CASUAL WORK ATTIRE and GRABS HER KEYS to head out.
EXT. MISTRESS' DOMAIN - CONTINUOUS
CLIFF EDGE
The CRACK OF THUNDER, the HISS OF RAIN and...
..the MOAN OF MISTRESS.
We're in an EARTH-LIKE PLANE, BUT WITH ALL ITS BRIGHT ASPECTS AND COLOURS DARKENED AND DEMONICALLY DISTORTED, and facing the VIOLENTLY SHIFTING TIDES OF A LAVA SEA, Mistress sits OPEN-LEGGED on a cliff edge, DEEP IN THE THROWS OF MASTERFUL MASTURBATION.
INSERT FLASHBACK SHOT -- IN THE ALLEYWAY, the sight of DICE, FRESHLY FUCKED, ANGRILY MAINTAINING HER ON-ALL-FOURS POSTURE.
That made the HELL-WHORE SO WET -- knowing her magic overruled that LUSCIOUS FUCKMEAT'S mind and PUT HER NAKED COCK-COOPERATING BODY ON ALL FOURS.
INSERT FLASHBACK SHOT -- A defiant Dice's mod is triggered by Pinpoint's FLACCID MEAT AND TWO VEG BEING MASHED AGAINST HER CHEEK -- HER MOUTH OPENING WIDE TO ACCEPT HIM, and HER TONGUE KICKED INTO GEAR TO POLISH HIM.
Her memory of that FURIOUS REBEL WITH THE OBLIGING TONGUE gives Mistress such gratification -- knowing that she HAD THE POWER TO NOMINATE A MAN AS HER BODY'S DECISION MAKER -- Mistress KEEPS WORKING HERSELF, GRASPING AT ONE OF HER LARGE PILLOWS, WELL ON HER WAY TO CLIMAX!
INSERT FLASHBACK SHOT -- Dice is still free to glare daggers, so she does so at the APP DEVELOPER FROM HELL, while HER HEAD IS LEANT FROM SIDE TO SIDE, TO AFFORD HER TONGUE WITH THE BEST NOB-GLOSSING ANGLES.
Mistress' HIPS ARE ROLLING NOW! The ANGER ON DICE'S FACE CONTRASTED WITH THE SLATHERING OF SALIVA AND PRECUM ON HER DICK-MILKING MOUTH -- WOW!
Mistress' FINGERS MOVE WITH A BLUR!
THE CHOAS WITHIN HER IS ABOUT READY TO BLOW!
SO FUCKING HOT -- NOTHING CAN STOP IT...
..until...
..something does.
Something's dawned on her.
Suddenly, the way in which certain dots connect occurs to her and draws her mind away, having her gradually forget where her fingers are.
MISTRESS
"Lady caves." She... she didn't say "lady cave." She said "lady caves" -- plural. They're... no way... there're... they're planning to do something.
And while we can't see into her mind, we can see her suspicion...
..her curiosity...
..and then her smirking!
ENDING CREDITS SEQUENCE.
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