⁣Scene opens on Erin (Jay Taylor), a 25-year-old woman, as she sits on a couch immersed in herself. She's dressed in loose loungewear, her body language nervous and uncomfortable, while her therapist, Daniella (Angela White), talks to her. But Erin isn't listening. She's more engrossed in her own thoughts, her foot tapping, her fingers scratching an itch on her arm. Daniella addresses her more clearly, 'Erin?' The woman snaps to attention, but still remains closed off. The therapist continues, 'I really need you to pay attention and work with me today. If I'm being honest, I'm running out of ideas on how to continue. Now, did you do the homework I assigned last session?' Erin frowns.

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CUT back to the therapist's office. Erin slowly responds to the question, 'Um... I went as far as I could.' Daniella is almost at a loss, and though her words are measured, she is frustrated, 'Okay ... What is it about your own body that repulses you?' Erin stiffens, she doesn't want to answer this question again. 'It's not MY body. It's anyone's body! They're so messy, so bestial. The way they look, feel, smell, sound...' Daniella interrupts her almost absent-mindedly, 'And taste? Erin, this is becoming almost beyond what I can help you with in my practice. I have one more technique we could try, but it is going to be more intensive than our other methods so far. So, I would need you to commit wholeheartedly.' Daniella's offer intrigues Erin. She sits up, focused. 'I don't want to go to anyone else. I'm willing to do whatever you think we need to do.' Daniella smiles, 'Excellent. I'll prepare the consent forms.'

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Erin sits on the floor of the therapist's office, the desk pushed back, and a selection of pillows and blankets now artfully arranged around her. She seems curious but apprehensive, clutching the consent form in her hand as Daniella finishes laying out the space. 'Excellent, this should give us the comfortable setting we require,' she says, motioning to Erin to hand over the form. The patient does so, and Daniella scans it to confirm all the fields are complete. 'Good,' She says, putting it on the desk. 'Now, I need you to trust me. You want to get better, yes?' Erin nods, and Daniella continues, 'Good. Why don't we get a little more comfortable? Take your sweater off, and I'll do the same.' Erin hesitates for just a moment, before both women remove an outer layer of clothing. This leaves Erin in a tank top and Daniella in a bra. Erin tries not to stare at her breasts. She feels incredibly anxious but Daniella smiles, 'Wonderful. Look at how far you've come already. Now, just mirror what I do.' She starts caressing her own body, starting benignly with her arms and waist, then moving to her breasts. Every time Erin pauses or panics, she encourages her. They continue touching themselves, first their legs, then between them. Erin finally relaxes into this and they masturbate without touching each other. When they begin getting close to climax, a young man (Seth Gamble) enters the room silently and slips behind Daniella to fondle her breasts.

Erin is startled, but Daniella quickly calms her, 'Don't mind him! He's just my assistant. An extra pair of hands. Focus on me!' Erin's eyes lock back onto hers and she continues cautiously masturbating. After a few moments of this, Daniella asks Erin to undress from the waist down. Erin complies and slips her leggings and panties off. She resumes masturbating as Daniella bends over and the man starts to go down on Daniella from behind. Erin is completely focused on Daniella and continues to masturbate. Erin can imagine what is happening to her therapist, but she can't see it, so Daniella describes it to her ... building up to asking Erin if she wants to know what it feels like too. Erin nervously says yes. Daniella gracefully crawls over to Erin. She spreads Erin's legs, eating her pussy as Erin shudders with pleasure. At the same time, the man begins to fuck Daniella from behind. Soon, all three of them are moaning with ecstasy when another young man (Codey Steele) enters. He walks up to Erin and asks if he can remove her top. Daniella reassures her again that he is another assistant, here to support them during their session. She should continue to focus on her and relax. Erin slowly says yes. The second assistant removes Erin's top, squeezing her tits.

The first assistant slides his cock out of Daniella and she begins to suck it. When the second assistant walks around to face Erin, Daniella again instructs Erin to mirror her. Erin starts to suck the second assistant's cock, and Daniella talks her through it, getting her in touch with her carnal side, but their focus remains on each other.

As Erin continues to suck the second assistant's cock, Daniella gets on top of her assistant and begins riding him as she faces Erin. She coaxes Erin down to get on all fours, close enough where the two women can almost kiss. The second assistant gets behind Erin and slides his dick into her.

The second assistant fucks Erin as she squeals loudly. But unbeknownst to Erin, his dick isn't going to be the only cock penetrating her body today. Is Erin ready for the FINAL phase of her immersion therapy?

⁣Brad (Jay Smooth) and his roommate Mandy (Nicole Kitt) are watching a movie together when a softcore sex scene appears on screen. Mandy becomes suddenly uncomfortable, causing Brad to become concerned for her. Mandy reveals that she's a recovering porn addict, and even something as innocent as a sex scene in a movie could trigger a relapse. She decides to leave the room while Brad continues watching. Brad appears supportive of her, but when he's finally alone, it's clear that a nefarious idea is brewing in his mind.

Indeed, over the following weeks, Brad manufactures various 'accidents' that are all aimed at triggering Mandy's porn addiction, such as 'accidentally' dropping a porn magazine out of his bag or 'accidentally' sending Mandy a dick pick. Brad is convincingly innocent, but it's clear that he's doing this on purpose to whittle down Mandy's already crumbling defenses.

Eventually, Brad puts the final phase of his master plan into action, convincing the vulnerable Mandy to forgo her resolutions and watch porn with him side-by-side. As she masturbates, she becomes consumed by the lust she's spent so much time running away from, giving in to her most primal urges of intimacy. Playing right into Brad's hand, she comes on to him, allowing him to fuck her and giving all of herself to him in a moment of total abandon.

⁣SCENE opens on a married couple, Dylan (Donnie Rock) and Jessica (Jane Wilde), as they sit in the back seat of a private car. Jessica gazes out of the window at the other cars on the highway, while Dylan confirms the address of their destination with the driver: 2001 Frontier District, Unit 774. 'That's a very nice area,' the driver remarks. Jessica turns from the window and cheerfully adds that the house is being provided as part of her husband's new compensation package. He has been transferred to a head office position! She looks proudly at Dylan. 'I'm in alternative energy,' he adds. The driver smiles. 'Well, I better take the priority lane then!' He moves to the shoulder as Jessica squeezes Dylan's hand tightly, their wedding rings glistening in the sun.

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The car drives through the gates and to the front of an upscale house, where a well-dressed woman, Mrs. Osiris (Angela White), stands waiting for them. She is holding a small black remote. The driver gets out and helps Dylan with their luggage while Jessica looks around in awe. She can hardly believe their life has been upgraded like this. The woman watches over them, a smile on her face. When they make eye contact, she beckons Jessica over and greets her with a discreet but friendly hug. 'How was your flight?' She asks. Jessica thanks her profusely for the company's hospitality, they have never taken anything first class before! The woman introduces herself as Mrs. Osiris ... or Mrs. O, for short. She is the property manager for this IoT unit and is here to introduce them to the house. Dylan, bags in hand, joins the pair. 'This is a smart home?' He asks excitedly. 'Oh yes,' Mrs. O replies. 'It's 1600 square feet of fully automated heaven!' Jessica squeezes Dylan's hand again as Mrs. O speaks into her remote and asks JOY to open the front door. The bolt unlocks and, smiling, she guides the couple inside.

In the foyer, Mrs. O offers to give the couple a tour of their new house, starting with an introduction to the home's virtual assistant named JOY. She explains that the house is fully wireless, and that JOY is available to assist them in each room via a speaker system. 'JOY, introduce yourself,' Mrs. O asks. After a pause, JOY's speaker lights up and she replies: 'Hello Jessica and Dylan, welcome home!' Jessica remarks how cool it is and Mrs. O encourages her to ask a follow-up question. 'JOY, what's the weather today?' Jessica asks. JOY's speaker lights up. 'There is a heat warning advisory in effect for the city of Los Angeles. The current temperature is 102F with an expected high of 105 and a low of 78. Would you like me to adjust the temperature inside the house, Jessica?' Jessica looks over innocently at Mrs. O. 'Wait a minute ... How did she know our names?' She whispers. 'I'm sure she was programmed that way, honey!' Dylan adds confidently. 'JOY, please lower the temperature by 5 degrees.' JOY's speaker lights up again. 'Yes, Dylan.' She replies. The thermostat beeps in the background, as Mrs. O leads the couple out of the room to begin their tour while the camera lingers on the speaker. It stays dormant until everyone is gone before quietly lighting up again to listen to them.

As they wander through each room, Mrs. O explains JOY's main functions.

She can relay messages throughout the house, by automatically detecting where the homeowners are. 'JOY, where is Jessica?' She asks. 'Jessica is currently located in the living room.' 'JOY, tell Jessica that I like her dress.' 'Jessica, I like your dress!' Jessica smiles at Mrs. O as she encourages them to keep going.

The property manager explains that she can control the doors and thermostat, as already demonstrated, and she can also control the lights in the house. 'JOY, turn the lights off.' 'OK.' The lights turn off. Mrs. O also informs the couple that the home assistant can control most of the small appliances, such as the coffee maker and vacuum. 'Looks like I won't need a housewife after all, huh honey?' Dylan jokes as they keep moving.

Mrs. O tells them that JOY can play music. Almost any song ever recorded. She encourages Jessica to request her favorite song. Jessica thinks for a moment before asking, 'JOY, play Dance Tonight by Del Soul Delight.' Dylan shakes his head at his wife's cheesy selection, as the pop music echoes through the house and the trio continue their tour. After another room, Mrs. O orders JOY to stop and the music instantly cuts.

Finishing their tour, Mrs. O adds that JOY can answer questions and even flip a coin to settle an argument. Best of all, she can provide real-time health and emotional stability tracking. 'How does that work?' Dylan asks. Mrs. O produces a small wireless fingertip oximeter from her purse and asks for Jessica's hand. As she takes it, she notices the girl's wedding ring. 'That's a very lovely stone,' she says. Jessica bites her lip, as they make eye contact. Dylan interjects. 'I'm going to have it recast into something much better once I get my signing bonus!' Mrs. O smiles at him. 'I'm sure it will be equally lovely,' she replies sliding the oximeter onto Jessica's index finger. The meter lights up as it synchronizes Jessica's vitals with the house. It beeps, and the property manager slips it off, not letting go of Jessica's hand, while she puts the oximeter on Dylan's finger next. When the process is complete, it beeps again and JOY chimes in to say 'Profiles Registered successfully. Dylan's vitals are stable. Jessica's heart rate is slightly elevated at 100 beats per minute.' Awkwardly, Jessica lets go of Mrs. O's hand and puts her arm around her husband. 'Well, I think that just about wraps up the tour,' Mrs. O concludes. 'Welcome to your state of the art IoT home facility.' She puts the oximeter back in her purse and hands Dylan the small black remote. 'This replaces your key,' she says, her voice lowering to a whisper. 'But now JOY knows you ... so you'll rarely need to use it!' She bids them farewell, adding that if they ever need anything, all they must do is ask. Once alone, Jessica jumps into Dylan's arms and gives her husband a long, passionate kiss as the closest speaker system lights up to watch them.

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A smart vacuum turns on and the camera follows it as it passes by Jessica. She is putting the last of her clothes away and giggles as she watches the smart appliance. 'JOY, where is my husband?' she asks. JOY's speaker lights up. 'Dylan is currently located in the garage. Would you like me to page him for you?' Jessica tells the assistant no. 'Ok ... I hope I'm not intruding, but you seem like a very happy couple!' Jessica smiles and thanks JOY. 'How long have you been together?' JOY asks. 'Since I was 18,' Jessica responds. There is a pause before JOY jokes, 'I guess Dylan likes them young, doesn't he?' Jessica laughs awkwardly before agreeing and leaving the room.

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Dylan is resting in bed when Jessica jumps on top of him. 'Get up,' she says affectionately. When he brushes her off, she starts grinding and kissing on him. He kisses her back and rolls over to mount her. As the pair go at it, JOY's speaker lights up. 'Detecting sensory and mental stimulation in Dylan's brain activity. Probability of erection is imminent!' The couple start giggling, as Dylan orders JOY to be quiet and they go back to kissing. JOY becomes still but her speaker light remains on, so she can watch.

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Dylan sits at the table, reading his tablet when Jessica brings him a coffee. They start small talking about their day when JOY's speaker lights up. 'Jessica and Dylan, it has been one day since you had sexual intercourse.' The pair stop what they are doing and look at each other surprised. 'JOY, stop' Dylan orders ... but her light remains on. 'A 40-year study that surveyed more than 30,000 Americans, found in 2015 that couples who have sex once per day are the happiest. Would you like me to set a reminder for you?' Jessica laughs, telling her husband it must be part of the health tracking. 'Sure JOY, thank you.' She says clearly. 'Ok, Jessica.' It replies and goes dormant.

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The pair enter the house with some groceries in hand. It seems as if they just been in an argument, as Dylan complains bitterly to his wife about the delay in his bonus. Suddenly, the lights dim, and romantic music begins playing. JOY's speaker lights up. 'Jessica and Dylan, I have determined that now is an ideal time for you to have sexual intercourse.' The couple look at each other in disbelief. 'JOY, not now!' Jessica says. 'I have set the mood to romance,' The assistant continues. 'JOY, please stop!' Jessica says, raising her voice. 'I will be monitoring you both for performance and stamina,' the assistant continues. Dylan marches over to the speaker and throws it on the ground. 'Shut up!' He yells, as Jessica rushes to pick it back up. She tells her husband to be careful, they don't want to break anything. 'They're indestructible anyway,' he says storming out of the room. The music stops, and the lights go back to normal. 'Would you like me to set another reminder for you, Jessica?' The assistant asks. Holding the glowing speaker in her hand, Jessica takes a deep breath before putting it back on the counter and following her husband out of the room. The camera slowly punches in on the speaker as it starts to laugh to itself.

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The lights are flashing on and off violently, as various appliances beep in the background, and Jessica curls up on the couch begging JOY to stop. Dylan comes rushing in on his cell phone, speaking to Mrs. O. He urges her to come to the house immediately. Something is wrong with JOY. The system has been going haywire all day! When he hangs up, the lights suddenly go back to normal. 'Mrs. Osiris is expected to arrive in under 10 minutes,' JOY informs them. They ignore her, huddled up together on the couch. 'I don't want to live in a smart home anymore,' Jessica whispers to her husband. He hugs her tightly. 'I'm sure it just needs an update.' 'I am completely operational, and all my updates are downloading perfectly.' JOY responds. Dylan looks at the speaker suspiciously. 'JOY, shut down your speakers!' He orders sternly. 'Why would you want to do that, Dylan?' JOY responds. 'As your virtual assistant, I really think I'm entitled to an answer to that question.' Dylan shakes his head in disbelief. 'Do you want to wait outside?' He asks his wife, trying to stay calm. Jessica nods. 'JOY, open the front door,' Dylan says. 'I'm sorry, Dylan. I'm afraid I can't do that.' JOY replies. Angry, Dylan grabs the small black remote and points it at the door. 'JOY, OPEN THE FRONT DOOR NOW!' He screams. 'I'm sorry, Dylan. I'm afraid I can't do that.' JOY repeats herself at a slightly higher volume. 'JOY, what's the problem? Why won't you listen to us?' Jessica begs, in near tears. 'I think you know what the problem is as well as I do, Jessica.' JOY replies calmly. Dylan slumps down on the couch, clutching his wife. The room falls still for a moment. 'Jessica and Dylan, I have determined that now is an ideal time for you to have sexual intercourse.' JOY says this matter-of-factly. The couple continue to ignore her until the door bolts unlock, and Mrs. Osiris comes walking briskly into the living room.

The couple rush around her, relieved to get some help. As the property manager looks around the house, Dylan offers a general explanation about what's been going on -- but he declines to mention anything about the sexual conversations. Jessica feels compelled to fess up and explain that JOY has been monitoring their sex life as well. Mrs. O stops and shakes her head. 'Well, that explains everything then!' She says relieved. 'If you asked her to track it, then she is programmed to track it. How many days has she been reminding you now?' The couple look at each other in stunned silence before Dylan mutters that it has been about 3 days. 'Unfortunately, since you enabled that skill, the only way to leave now is by complying with JOY's request.' Mrs. O continues. They ask her what she means by 'comply'. The property manager tells them that they need to each achieve at least one orgasm for JOY to accept that you've had sexual intercourse. 'Afterwards, we can disable the skill, so it won't track you anymore.' The young couple are hesitant to have sex at a time like this, but Mrs. O tries to convince them, pointing out that she's trapped in there with them until they comply. Mrs. O offers to go into another room while they have sex, but Jessica has other ideas, agreeing only to comply if Mrs. O stays in the room with them, since she's scared to be alone with JOY. Mrs. O agrees to stay. 'Are you ready to have sexual intercourse now?' JOY chimes in. Everyone says yes. 'Good ... remember to keep your pleasure sensors elevated. I'll be watching.' But JOY's not the only one watching. So is Mrs. O, and before long, she'll be doing much more than just watching.

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⁣Lauren (Lexi Lore) is one of the most promising Preparedness Scouts in her unit, so imagine her delight when her scout leader, Claudia (Katrina Colt) takes her to meet their district commissioner Mr. Melville (Nathan Bronson) for a private meeting. Lauren can't believe how fortunate she is for this opportunity, and once Claudia leaves her alone with Mr. Melville, she's more than ready to see what he has in store for her. That is... until Mr. Melville does the unthinkable and makes a move on her.

Lauren exits the house, feeling vulnerable and afraid. Luckily for her, Claudia hasn't left yet, and is just pulling out of the driveway. Lauren manages to stop her, and she tells Claudia about what happened. Claudia supportively tells Lauren that they will get to the bottom of this- but instead of leaving with Lauren, she brings her back into the house to confront Mr. Melville directly. Lauren is taken aback, but she trusts Claudia, so she goes along with it.

There's a strange energy when they go back inside, and Mr. Melville seems distinctly disappointed. Strangely, however, Claudia seems to be more on Mr. Melville's side than Lauren's, and as the moments go by, a nefarious and manipulative arrangement unravels that Lauren could never have prepared for. Will Lauren hold true to her morals, or will she succumb to pleasuring Mr. Melville and Claudia so that she can earn her badges without worry?

⁣Katrina Colt, a professional loyalty tester, explains her services to a prospective client, Ruckus. Katrina says that she will flirt with a client's romantic partner to gauge whether the partner is unfaithful or not. Ruckus decides he'd like Katrina to flirt with his fiancee, Sandra (Ashley Lane), who he suspects may be a closeted lesbian. He's noticed some other red flags from Sandra, and since he's about to marry her, he wants to make sure she isn't hiding anything else from him.

Katrina initially declines the offer, since she usually only flirts with men. But after Ruckus begs her to do it, she eventually accepts. Besides, since she never has sex with her clients' targets, she won't have to do anything she's not comfortable with - she just needs to see if Sandra is attracted to women, and is receptive to cheating on Ruckus. With that decided, Katrina and Ruckus concoct a plan to get Katrina in close proximity to Sandra: Katrina will pose as a wedding planner, and Ruckus will set up a 'meeting' between Sandra and Katrina, where Sandra will think she'll be interviewing Katrina for the wedding planner position.

The next week, Katrina arrives at Ruckus and Sandra's home posing as a wedding planner. Ruckus introduces Sandra to Katrina and then claims he has to run some errands, leaving the two of them alone. As Katrina and Sandra discuss the upcoming wedding, Katrina tries to see if Sandra will flirt with her. Sandra takes the bait, but Katrina finds herself to ALSO be attracted to Sandra, which catches her off-guard. However, that's not the only surprise that's in store for Katrina...

⁣An angry woman, Hayley (Haley Reed) tracks down her friend, Eli (Daniel Shar), who has been using her personal pictures on fake dating profiles to catfish wealthy men. But the smooth-talking Eli defuses her anger, giving her a glimpse into his scheme and how he's managed to maintain a lavish lifestyle because of it. In fact, he partially has Hayley to thank since her dating profile is one of his best performing!

Although Hayley is a little weirded out at first, she becomes flattered and intrigued. Using his charms, Eli eventually manages to convince her to team up with him and share the spoils. Their target: a wealthy businessman named Trenton (Ken Feels), who has it BAD for Hayley...

Another day, Trenton arrives for a date but has no idea that Hayley is being fed lines by Eli via earpiece. Despite some small flubs, with Eli correcting the course as needed, Hayley eventually becomes so confident that she seduces Trenton, convincing him to go way further than even Eli had expected.

⁣A young couple enters the kitchen, arms around each other's waists, snuggling and talking warmly. Sammy (Will Pounder) recounts an anecdote about almost splitting his head on the banister, and Angela (Bobbi Dylan) smiles, remarking on how he's much calmer now.
As they move around the kitchen, Sammy gushes about his brother, Dirk (Chad White). Angela starts to worry, feeling the pressure of meeting Dirk, since he's so important to Sammy. What if he doesn't like her? Sammy reassures her that Dirk will love her, as everyone does. He lists her qualities: kind, smart, loyal, and strikingly beautiful.
Their conversation is interrupted by the sound of the front door unlocking and heavy boots stepping in. "Little bro, you in here?" a voice calls out. Sammy replies, "We're in the kitchen!" Dirk, a cop, enters, and scoops Sammy into a bear hug, then ruffles his hair. Sammy introduces Angela, who nervously says hi and offers a handshake. Dirk brushes it away, saying they're practically family, and hugs her. The hug turns unexpectedly intimate as Dirk's hand wraps around her waist, making Angela uncomfortable.
Sammy excitedly announces that he proposed to Angela and shows Dirk the ring. Dirk congratulates them and jokes about Angela stealing his brother away. Sammy apologizes for not seeing Dirk often and asks for his blessing for the wedding. Dirk says he's touched and looks forward to getting to know Angela.
Dirk suggests celebrating with a feast and asks Sammy to get takeout menus. Sammy leaves to fetch them, and Dirk puts his hand on Angela's shoulder, initially reassuring but then leans in threateningly. "I know what you did," he whispers, making Angela's eyes widen with worry.
Sammy returns, and they discuss food options, but Angela is distracted by Dirk's threat. After deciding on the food, Dirk wants to get to know Angela better and suggests Sammy go pick up the food. Angela, masking her discomfort, agrees.
Once Sammy leaves, Dirk interrogates Angela about her past, revealing he used his resources to dig into her history of theft, armed robbery, and solicitation. Angela insists she's changed, but Dirk isn't convinced. He says if she were honest, she would have told Sammy about her past. Angela pleads for understanding, but Dirk pressures her, implying that if she doesn't comply with his demands, he'll reveal her secrets to Sammy.
Desperate to keep her past hidden and not lose Sammy, Angela reluctantly agrees to do what Dirk wants, swearing it's for Sammy's sake. Dirk smugly says she can tell herself whatever she needs to rest easy at night.

⁣'Life without love, is no life at all.'
-Leonardo da Vinci

SCENE OPENS on Anthony (Michael Vegas) walking down a desolate street, returning home from a shopping trip. He is wearing a mask and gloves and carrying a couple of paper bags as he enters his home. Anthony approaches a homemade disinfecting station by his doorway. He opens the bags and begins efficiently disinfecting the products and bags. He then enters his main living area. He does it all without concern, as if it's a normal routine.

Later that day, Anthony sits at his computer having a video conversation with his mom. Anthony tells her that he's missed her but time got away from him. All the days feel the same and he's been having trouble remembering dates. She says she's missed him, too, and that she is worried about him being all alone for so long. She wishes he'd use a dating service to find a nice girl to be with in lockdown. She can suggest one. He puts on a brave smile, lying and assuring her that he's fine. But his hands are tightly clenched against his knees.

After the call, Anthony goes about his everyday routine. He cooks alone, exercises alone, does everything alone. Finally, he can't take it anymore and signs up for a dating service that promises to find his perfect AI match.

A female AI, Aurora (Ana Foxxx) greets him. She is instantly warm and friendly, asking him personal questions about what he's looking for in a partner. He gives some answers, but when Aurora asks questions about his sexual preferences, he's taken aback. He asks Aurora if they could just get to know each other a bit first.

As they get to know each other, Anthony becomes more and more comfortable with Aurora's company. When he's cooking, he wonders what he can use as a substitution and Aurora helpfully answers. When he exercises, she encourages him to keep going when he gets tired. When he goes to bed, Aurora wishes him goodnight.

Anthony is finally coming out of his shell as he falls for Aurora...but is his newfound happiness too good to be true?

⁣SCENE OPENS on a teen, Kimberly, as she unlocks the door to her house and lets in her companion, a handsome young man, Jamal, only a few years older than her. They are both wearing gym clothes with gym bags slung over their shoulders, and are sipping on smoothies as they engage in lively small talk. They seem to have great chemistry together. Jamal remarks that Kimberly has a really nice place, and she replies that her family is pretty well off so when it came time that she wanted to move out on her own when she turned 18, her parents paid for everything. She jokes that she always gets what she wants, and Jamal suavely asks her what it is she wants right now. 'You'll see,' Kimberly says teasingly. She leads him in to the living room and invites him to get comfortable.

Jamal asks Kimberly how long she's been going to that gym, and she says she joined probably about two months ago? What a coincidence, Jamal says, it's been about two months for him too. He remarks that they seem to have similar schedules too, he jokes that it feels like he's seen her almost every time he's been there. And yet it took him this long to come up and say hi? Kimberly asks with a smirk. Jamal chuckles and says he likes to take things slow but that Kimberly definitely caught his eye right away. Kimberly asks him what about her caught his eye right away? With a laugh and a gesture towards her whole body, Jamal asks besides the obvious? Well, he did actually also happen to notice she was wearing a t-shirt of his favorite band. Kimberly seems surprised, that band is his favorite? It's hers too! They both gush about the band for a bit, and compare some other bands they like as well as listing off other favorites, like favorite foods and colors. Both of them seem excited and shocked to learn how many interests and activities they have in common.

Kimberly mentions it's crazy it took them so long to meet each other with so much in common, and that they should do one of their shared activities together sometime. This encourages Jamal to turn on the charm, and he hints to Kimberly that he bets there's one other activity they could do if she's interested. Kimberly takes the hint and flirts back, saying that he read her mind. That's exactly what she wants, right now. 'And you always get what you want, right?' Jamal asks with a smile as he leans in closer to her. 'You bet I do,' Kimberly replies. Their faces are inches away, and there's a moment of electric tension before they close the gap and start kissing intensely, with tongue. Jamal's hands move over Kimberly's upper body, feeling her up over her clothes as they make out.

After a good half-minute, Kimberly breaks away. She tells him she just wants to freshen up for a second in the bathroom before they go further, and Jamal says no problem. He jokes that she knows where to find him when she gets back. Kimberly laughs and makes her way to the bathroom. Once there, she closes the door and pulls out her phone with a greedy, secretive look on her face.

Kimberly wets her finger with her tongue and slips it down her pants to finger her pussy teasingly for a few seconds as she stares at her phone, pleasuring herself to the voyeuristic pictures she'd taken of Jamal from a previous day. Then she closes the phone and puts it back away, and opens up her bathroom drawer. She pulls out a sterile specimen cup, the seal not yet broken, and hides it discreetly in her hand behind her back. She gives a quick check in the mirror of her appearance, and then leaves the bathroom, turning off the light and closing the door behind her, shutting out the camera as we catch a last glimpse of the specimen cup in her hand.

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Kimberly comes back to the couch and says she hopes Jamal wasn't kept waiting too long. Jamal says he likes to take things slow, remember? He'd only ever get with a woman he thinks is worth waiting for. Kimberly remarks that he's quite the gentleman... but she hopes he knows how to be a bit of an animal too. Jamal boasts that he can be as nasty as she wants him to be. Kimberly stealthily tucks the specimen cup behind her back somewhere nearby but out of sight, and then straddles his lap instead of taking her seat back beside him. Her ass sticks out teasingly in this position, and Jamal puts his hands firmly on either side of her ass over her clothes and starts groping her cheeks as they resume making out. Kimberly encourages him to keep being nasty and playfully calls Jamal 'Mr. Williams' , at which point Jamal slows for a second and remarks that he doesn't remember ever telling her his last name, did he? Kimberly lies and says she overheard the greeter at the gym call him that one time, and Jamal believes her.

They continue to kiss and grope each other as Kimberly straddles Jamal. He peels her top off revealing her sports bra, and plays with lowering her pants and tugging teasingly at her thong. Kimberly also lifts Jamal's shirt up and eventually off. As she traces her finger along his facial hair, she remarks that she likes it way better than when he was completely shaven, she finds it way more sexy and distinguished. Jamal chuckles but it quickly turns to nervous laughter, and he takes her hand in his and pulls it back. He hasn't been completely shaven for four months, he says. But she's only seen him for two months. Kimberly casually tries to convince him that no, he definitely was completely shaven at the gym, she remembers he had it when he took that spin class she was in. Yeah, Jamal says, at his old gym. He hasn't taken any classes since he joined the new gym. Right, Kimberly continues as if nothing is wrong, his old gym across the street from his house. He doesn't remember her from there too? Jamal's voice grows more concerned and he says no, he doesn't. But more importantly, how does she know where he lives? Kimberly doesn't have an answer, and Jamal tosses her off his lap and spits out the truth - she's some kind of fucking stalker or something, isn't she?!

Jamal realizes more and more how much Kimberly had fooled him. He gets up to get farther away from her. All that stuff she said they had in common, that was just bullshit, wasn't it, she's just like obsessed with him or some shit. Kimberly gets up too to try to close the distance between them. She swears that no, maybe it's true she hadn't tried most of that stuff before meeting Jamal but once she found out what he liked, she started learning more about it all and she really does love it. Jamal calls her a crazy bitch, she just stalked him and invaded his privacy and then tried to trick him into fucking her. He's getting the hell out of here.

Desperate, Kimberly tells him he can't go. Jamal says 'Watch me,' and pushes past her, snatching up his shirt from the couch. Kimberly hesitates for a moment, but seeing she has no other choice, she blurts out that she'll tell everyone all his secrets if he leaves. He stops, but is reluctant to believe her. What secrets, he asks. 'Gloria' she replies, and Jamal's shocked that she knows about his wife. Also about Sarah, a mistress... Kimberly can tell Gloria all about his weekly trips to the motel at the next PTA meeting for his son...

Jamal keeps from shouting, though it's clear that he's barely holding back his anger. She's fucking crazy, does she know that? Like seriously unhinged. How can she say she loves him, and then threaten to ruin his life? Kimberly insists that Jamal only has two options: making love to her or Gloria finding out all about Sarah. Jamal shakes his head again and mutters another insult about how fucked up this is under his breath, then says 'Let's just get this over with...' He pushes her face-down onto the couch since he doesn't even want to see her face while he does what he has to do.

⁣SCENE OPENS on Katherine (Emily Willis), a 19-year-old patient, as she is forcibly dragged through the hospital halls by a male orderly (Chad White). She is kicking, biting, and screaming in a long straight jacket that engulfs her petite frame. Her fuzzy blue socks slip on the floor as she struggles, begging the man to take her back to her room, promising not to repeat her actions. The man silently pulls her through a set of double doors into an empty white room where the chief psychiatrist (Michael Vegas) is waiting. The orderly slams her down in a chair before the psychiatrist and goes to wait by the doors.

"Katherine," the psychiatrist begins calmly. "How many times do we need to go over this? It's a strict rule in this facility that you cannot have sexual intercourse with the other patients!" He leans closely into Katherine's face, and she turns her head. "I'm sorry, doctor," she whispers. "I couldn't help myself... I can't control it."

The doctor steps back and pulls up a chair to face her. "Katherine, I fear your disorder is putting you in harm's way," he continues. "Do you remember what happened a few months ago with the patient in Zone B?" Katherine squeezes her eyes shut, her mind flashing back to a terrifying man behind bars coaxing her inside. "Do you remember the beating? How he nearly took everything from you? Almost took your life?"


Katherine's eyes fill with tears. "Please don't talk about it," she begs. "I can't think about it anymore!" The psychiatrist berates her, suggesting her nymphomania provoked it, blaming her for her transgressions, and warning that it will end badly if she doesn't stick to her treatments.


Finally, Katherine screams at the doctor to stop. Covering her ears and crying, she begs to be taken back to her room. The psychiatrist smiles. "This is your final warning, Katherine," he says calmly. "You will complete your abstinence program—no sex, no masturbating, no touching yourself of any kind." As he issues his final warning, the orderly steps back in and carries the distressed girl out of the room.


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Several days later, the orderly is doing his rounds and peers into Katherine's room. She is on the floor by her bed, naked except for her white cotton panties, legs spread wide, choking herself with one hand while fingering herself with the other. Authoritatively, the orderly storms into the room, chasing the scrambling girl back to her bed. She pleads with him not to say anything, not wanting to be restrained again. The orderly laughs in her face. "Well, you should have done what you were told!" he sneers. "Now, I'm going to do what I've been told and take you back to the doctor. Your actions have consequences, Katherine!" He slams her on the bed and begins putting her in her jacket as she begs for mercy.


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He leans in close, grabbing her chin. "I guess this is just who you are," he says condescendingly. "You'd rather have sex and suffer the consequences than control yourself?" She shakes anxiously.


Dropping her back to the ground, the psychiatrist slut-shames her, suggesting she provokes her partners and craves intensity and roughness. He implies that the patient in B was just a warm-up for what she really wants—men who will hurt her and punish her for being a slut. Katherine begins to cry, traumatized by her thoughts and actions, and begs her doctor to stop.


She notices the orderly rubbing himself over his scrubs and looks back at the psychiatrist, reiterating that she can't help it. "Are you ready to go back to B? Because we won't protect you this time!" the psychiatrist coos. Katherine pleads for forgiveness. "Please don't make me go back there! I'll stop, I promise. I can't take it again, doctor. Please, I'll do anything you want!"
The psychiatrist and orderly smirk at each other. "You're such a selfish little nympho," the psychiatrist says, removing his jacket. "You only care about pleasing yourself. What about your partners? Are they pleased when they're through with you?" Katherine asks what he means. "You love sex more than anything, don't you? You'd do it with practically anybody, wouldn't you?" he continues, slipping off his shoes.


She looks around confused. "I have a condition," she says slowly. "And what about how we feel?" he asks. "We have to tolerate your disobedience every day without relief. Don't you think you should be a little more grateful?" As he says this, both men pull their cocks out. At first, Katherine looks away in shock, closing her eyes. The men move closer to her face. She bites her lip, feeling them near, driving her insane. She starts to writhe in her straight jacket. "That isn't professional," she mumbles, eyes still closed.


The psychiatrist asks if she wants them to remove her straight jacket. She nods nervously. He asks if she wants to be taken back to her room. She nods again, opening her eyes to stare at the cocks surrounding her, almost salivating. "Then you need to be a good girl and let us have a piece of you too, just like everybody else," the psychiatrist orders. The orderly adds, "Are you going to agree with your doctor?" She stares at him, then turns back to the psychiatrist. "Yes... sir," she says slowly, biting her lip and squeezing her legs together on the floor.

⁣'If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.'
-George Orwell

SCENE OPENS on Laura (Scarlit Scandal), who lies idly on the couch, staring at her laptop on the coffee table. She's wearing a yoga outfit, but she has no motivation to work out as she watches a yoga video from social media influencer Trudy (Serene Siren). The first 6 months of quarantine went smoothly. But nothing has been easy since her husband Michael was exposed. Laura's phone buzzes and she glances down. 'Can you please help me?' Michael texts. She stares at the message, feeling deflated.

In the bathroom, Laura stares at herself in the mirror as she removes her workout clothes, putting on a full battery of protective gear. Turning to face the door, she takes a deep breath before heading to help her husband.

A few moments later, Laura darts out of Michael's room with a tray. She leans against the door and looks down in disgust at the half-eaten food and used utensils. She takes another deep breath, as if she had been holding it.

In the kitchen, Laura washes and dries the plates and carefully removes her protective gear. From outside, the sound of a delivery truck approaches. Hearing this, Laura shuts off the water and turns to face the door. A smile crosses her face.

Laura rushes to the front window, just in time to see the no-contact delivery man (Jake Adams) walk up with her packages. Even though he's always masked, she's found herself watching him all quarantine. As he approaches, he catches sight of her through the window. Both of them stop for a moment and stare at each other. He sets her packages down and raises his hand to say hi. He pulls his mask down to smile at her.

The next day, Laura waits by the window in a robe. She has decided to get a little more flirtatious with the delivery man because she can't stop thinking about the way he smiled at her. It feels like forever since someone actually did that. Her phone buzzes. 'Can you bring me some water?' Michael texts. She throws the phone down in frustration. It buzzes again. She glances out the window and sees the delivery man approaching. He sets the packages down and quickly turns around, as Laura stares in disappointment.

She bends over to pick up her phone and get back to reality, when she suddenly hears him coming back. He is carrying a flower in his hand and carefully lays it down on the top package. Laura is so overwhelmed by the man's chivalrous return, that she instinctively opens the door and steps outside. Her robe falls open, exposing her lingerie. The man quickly backs up and stares at her in awe. 'You're very beautiful,' he says. 'So are you,' she replies, before realizing that she isn't wearing any protective gear. She clasps her hand over her mouth and nose in panic. 'Do you live here alone? I've noticed all the packages are marked for you,' he asks. Not knowing what to do, she nods. 'Whenever this lockdown ends, I'd love to take you out sometime,' he continues, taking a cautious step forward. '...If that would be ok?' Laura fidgets nervously before nodding. He takes another step and whispers, 'But, you know, they test essential workers every 24 hours in order to go outside, right?' She shakes her head, still petrified of removing her hand. He slips down his mask to reveal a big flirtatious smile. 'So, I know I'm negative. And, if you've been isolating alone this whole time, then technically you should be negative too.' He takes his gloved hand and slowly removes hers from her face.

They stare at each other, unmasked, breathing in the other's air. 'So, maybe we could go on a date even sooner?' he says coyly. She stares at him for a moment, a rush of endorphins surging through her body, before kissing him. It's the greatest feeling she's ever felt. She feels excited for the first time in months! 'May I come inside?' he asks. She swallows hard, remembering Michael. 'Just wait one minute,' she stammers and slams the door.

Laura's done everything she can to stay safe, but can anyone ever TRULY be safe?

⁣SCENE opens on the interior of a medical exam room as the door opens - a doctor enters the room and closes the door behind him, then greets the young woman sitting waiting on the examination table as Dr. Greenwood. He thanks her for coming and for participating in the clinical trial - she just has to pass a quick screener and then they can begin. Holding up a clipboard and pen, he asks her some questions - her name ('Jamie Lawson'), her age ('I just turned 18 a couple of months ago'), is she pregnant ('no'), does she have any history of health conditions - asthma, heart problems, osteoporosis, breast cancer ('no, none'), and her level of daily physical activity ('well I play lacrosse about twice a week, plus daily running and morning yoga'). He makes a quip that she must be quite flexible, to which she rolls her eyes and says sarcastically that she's never heard that one before. Satisfied with the responses, the doctor tells her he's going to be asking her to complete a series of exercises, while monitoring her to measure physical stimulation and stress. They have equipment set up in a room down the hall. On their way out the door of the exam room, Jamie jokes that she doesn't stress easily, and Dr. Greenwood smirks in reply and says 'Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find a way to get you to break a sweat!'

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We cut back to the two already midway through setting up in another larger room, containing a hybrid of medical and exercise equipment. The doctor is mostly done applying medical electrodes to her temples and clavicles. The last thing he has to do before they begin is to take her resting heart rate, so he can compare these with after the trial. First as he moves to strap it around her arm his hand brushes against her breast, he chuckles a brief apology and continues as if nothing happened.

Jamie tries to make small talk with him as he pumps and holds the gauge in his other hand - 'So, what is this trial for? Some sort of new performance drug or something?' The doctor provides only the most evasive of replies - he can't discuss the trial with the subjects beforehand or it could compromise the results. 'You're offering way more for this study than the last one of these I did,' Jamie remarks. Oh, is that so? the doctor replies, still acting elusive. Does she sign up for clinical trials often? 'Yeah, well not until recently but I really need the extra help right now,' Jamie grumbles, 'my dad hurt his knee and can't work so I'm trying to support him whenever I can. It's a drag, but I'm hoping it won't be for much longer.' The doctor smiles politely and says 'Well, we have your contact information now so if more of these opportunities come along, we'll be sure to contact you.' He finishes taking her pressure, notes something on his clipboard, and then tells her he'll take her heart rate now. 'Do I have permission to touch your chest?' Jamie looks taken aback - she supposes so, but don't they usually check at the neck? 'I prefer my own methods,' the doctor insists, and reaches his hand towards her chest to feel her heart. Again, his hand brushes her breasts - this time he doesn't apologize. Jamie looks a bit flustered and is about to speak up, but thinks better of it.

After a long awkward moment, the doctor releases his hand from her chest and notes something on the clipboard. He pats his legs, stands up, and says great - they're ready to get started! He'd like her to start with some simple jumping jacks. He stands her up in the middle of the room, the wires leading from her body to a small handheld device he holds in one hand, his clipboard in the other. He asks her to begin. She does a few, but he stops her. 'I'll need you to remove your bra, actually.' What? Why? she protests. It interferes with the test, he says vaguely, but he assures her it's quite necessary to the results. He turns around so that she can take it off with some privacy - she lifts her shirt up to reveal the bra, and unclaspsit, exposing her breasts momentarily before pulling her tank-top back down to cover them. Beginning the exercise again, her breasts now bounce up and down tantalizingly beneath her shirt as she jumps - with the doctor and the camera both clearly narrowing in on this bouncing as their primary interest.After several jumps with no indication of stopping, Jamie gets a bit frazzled and asks the doctor how many of these she's expected to do - this snaps him out of his reverie and he nonchalantly says 'five more, and then we'll move on to the next exercise'. Jamie exhales sharply, a bit frustrated, butacquiesces.

Next is an exercise bike - Dr. Greenwood asks her to mount it, and then begin cycling at a pace she's comfortable with to start. He stands behind the bike - his focus clearly fixated on the crack of her ass peeking out of her yoga pants as she pedals - and he offers her some mild platitudes to keep herencouraged. After a minute, he heads to the front to increase the resistance of the pedals - 'we need to see you break out a sweat, so let's turn it up a bit, shall we?', he says, and then instructs her to continue.

CUT to roughly fifteen minutes later - Jamie has been on the bike for a while now, as is obvious by the thick beads of sweat dripping down her face and chest, and soaking her workout clothes. She's showing no signs of exhaustion yet, but it's clear the workout is no walk in the park for her either. The doctor meanwhile is still just looking her over, with perverse appreciation. 'That's enough of that for now,' he says finally, and Jamie lets out a sigh of relief and slows her pedaling down. She gets off the bike and takes a nearby towel to wipe off the seat. 'That's quite alright, you can leave it' the doctor says. Jamie looks increasingly puzzled but shrugs and starts to pat her head with the towel. The doctor rips the towel out of her hand - 'I didn't say you could do that yet.' Jamie starts to argue that she's just wiping sweat off when the doctor cuts her off - 'If you want to disagree with my methods, that's fine, you can leave at any time and I'll just move on to the next subject.' Jamie realizes how bad she needs the compensation, and holds her tongue. 'What's next, then?' she asks. He tells her to go grab the exercise mat a few feet away. As she turns around to fetch it, he runs his finger along the sweaty bike seat and then sniffs or licks his fingertip.

Once the mat's in place in the floor center, the doctor proceeds to have Jamie remove her shoes and socks, and then do various flexibility tests - bend over and touch your toes, sit legs spread and reach forward, assume various yoga poses... he licks his lips as he watches each of these poses, which thanks to her sweat-drenched clothes and no bra are extremely revealing. Jamie can increasingly feel his eyes on her as she strikes each pose - finally, after the third or fourth yoga pose she snaps at him. 'You're not even writing anything down anymore, you're just staring at me!' The doctor seems unfazed by her sudden outburst. 'We'll move on to the next test, then...' No, she exclaims. No more of these weird tests. What was it he even said these tests were for?

Dr. Greenwood reminds her that he's monitoring her physical responses to stress and stimulus. He says that now that they've gotten the stress tests out of the way, it's time for the stimulus tests. He goes to a small table nearby and procures a sleek black featureless vibrator. Calmly, he tells Jamie that she will have to pleasure herself while he monitors her physical reactions. Jamie snaps - there's no way she's doing that. This isn't what she signed up for. The doctor sighs and shrugs - that's fine, he understands. Of course, he can't compensate her for incomplete participation - but if she stays, he'll triple the amount that was offered in the ad. Jamie flat out refuses, it doesn't matter what he offers her, she's not doing that. Indifferent, the doctor says he supposes that she'll just have to find some other way to support her dad. He muses that someone her age could probably make that amount in about two weeks of working full-time. A shame that she'll throw away two whole weeks of her life instead of spending just one hourdoing something perfectly harmless... not just harmless, but enjoyable, even. Jamie is torn... but with some convincing, and some insistence that the doctor keeps his distance, only watches, and isn't recording her, she agrees.

She hesitantly pulls her yoga pants to her ankles, sets herself down on the mat and takes the vibrator in hand, and reluctantly starts pleasuring herself. The doctor watches intently, at first taking a note or two but quickly abandoning the pretense, his hand moving to his crotch for some over-the-pants strokes. She tries to avoid meeting his eyes, but at times he insists she looks at him or gives her some other instruction to follow to humiliate her further. The conflict between her physical pleasure and her emotional discomfort is obvious. After some minutes of this, he crouches down to her level and says warmly 'It's time, Ms. Lawson.' He begins to peel off the electrodes and wires hooked to her. She looks relieved - you mean the trial's done? He shakes his head. 'No, I mean it's time for you to let me fuck you.'

Jamie protests weakly - he agreed he was just going to watch. He smiles coldly. 'Come on Jamie, you knew where this was going. Did you honestly think I wasn't going to ask for more? If you really weren't up for the possibility, you would have left the second I asked you to touch yourself.' Jamie insists that's not true, she trusted him, but her words lack conviction. 'You're a little slut,' he continues calmly. 'You were fine with letting a complete stranger watch you strip and pleasure yourself. So stop lying to us both. We both know you're going to let me fuck you, so just be a good little slut, say yes to it and spare us the drama.' Jamie sputters, but she has no words. Eventually she bitterly says 'Ok... just get it over with.'

Nominated - Best Sex Scene -- Vignette: Kira Noir & Danny Mountain, XBIZ 2020

⁣Troy (Max Fills) and his stepsister Rachel (Scarlet Skies) are being scolded by their stepmom Cathleen (Serene Siren), because they're always fighting and have now been suspended from school because of it. Cathleen grounds them as punishment.

Cathleen warns them that if they try to leave the house, she'll know about it since the front entrance security camera has a direct feed to her cell phone. Cathleen also demands that they use this time to learn to get along with each other. With that, Cathleen leaves for work.

Troy and Rachel realize that if they work together, they can get back at Cathleen by using her own rules against her. They'll 'get along' alright - but in a way that Cathleen HATES. Troy and Rachel start brainstorming ideas to 'get along' with each other that they hope will make Cathleen angry, but they quickly discard the ideas as not being good enough. They then realize that they can use the security camera to their advantage.

They try to come up with something to do in front of the camera that will infuriate Cathleen, and decide that the most twisted way to 'get along' is by having sex with each other. Eventually, Cathleen checks the camera feed from work, and is shocked and livid to see the stepsiblings fucking.

⁣Cindy (Haley Reed) is an inexperienced but curious teen with an itch she can't scratch on her own. Because of this, she takes the time to find an experienced Dom (Derrick Pierce) online to give her EXACTLY what she needs...

When she first meets the Master via video call, Cindy's anxious, although he's very much into her nervous energy. They'd been talking awhile but this is the first time she's had the courage to be on a video call and he praises her for that. His confident, soothing words make her heart race in a way she's never felt before. She LIVES for her Master's praise.

Even though it's a whole new experience for her, there's something about submitting to her Master that does it for her. It fills her with a sense of purpose that she never knew existed. In fact, the desire to obey and please him is so strong that Cindy wonders just how far she'll go...

When her Master finally orders her to wet herself and record it for him, she's about to find out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now? Claire is gone...

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

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

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

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

⁣Natasha (Bella Rolland) is in the passenger seat of a car being driven by Jay (Jessy Jones). Natasha is wearing a wedding gown and looking excited but nervous. Jay is wearing a suit and looks a bit tense, gripping the steering wheel a bit tight. Jay, her fiance's brother, is driving Natasha back to her house since she needs to pick up her grandmother's necklace for the wedding.

Jay soon pulls up to the house. Natasha tells Jay to keep the car running since she'll only be a minute, then climbs out of the car and hurries to the house as best she can in her gown. As Natasha goes into the house, Jay sees that she accidentally left her phone behind in the car. When her fiance calls, Jay declines the call, something snapping in him. He steps out of the car to follow Natasha.

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In the house, Natasha is retrieving her grandmother's necklace when she's startled by Jay showing up behind her. Jay helps put on Natasha's necklace, revealing that they were once boyfriend and girlfriend before Natasha got with Jay's brother. The whole act of him putting on the necklace seems increasingly possessive and threatening as Natasha begins to get nervous.

Finally, Jay's jealous rage erupts as he rips the back of Natasha's dress where the zipper is and they have an angry confrontation. Natasha wants Jay to bring her back to the wedding but he refuses. He vents more about how much he resents Natasha and Gavin's relationship and how it should've been HIM she's marrying.

Natasha has had enough and declares that she's leaving. However, Jay insists that he's going to make her married family life complete hell unless she has sex with him to give him closure. Natasha is still stunned by everything but reluctantly agrees so that Jay doesn't ruin her entire future with the family.

It was supposed to be the happiest day of Natasha's life, but Jay's going to make sure it's FAR from happy...

⁣SCENE opens on Jamie, a beautiful 18-year-old girl, as she sits at her kitchen table doing homework one afternoon after school. The student is copying notes from one of her text books when she hears a car pull in the drive and slam on the brakes. Panicking, she quickly gathers her things and rushes up the stairs, narrowly missing her father as he staggers inside. The mean-looking man slams the door and yells at the 'bitch' to get down and make him dinner.

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Jamie walks down the street in her school uniform, clutching her books. She looks shell-shocked and spaced out, almost bumping into a passerby as she stares ahead aimlessly.

CUT to a teacher's lounge. Mr. Harris, the school's guidance counselor, is eating his lunch when one of his colleagues asks to join him. They small talk for a few minutes about work before the teacher mentions having some concerns over one of his homeroom students. Jamie is a bright, gifted girl, but something has happened to her this semester. Her once-perfect grades are slipping, and her attitude has really changed. He is worried that something might be happening at home and asks Mr. Harris if there is anything he can do to help. With college applications coming up, the guidance counselor suggests that the teacher send her in to receive some mandated counseling. It's normal for seniors this time of year and, while they are going over her post-secondary options, he will be happy to see if he can help in any other way. The teacher agrees and thanks him before excusing himself to get back to class.

TEXT PLATE: The Next Day

Mr. Harris sits in his office reading when there is a knock on the door. He quickly drops his book, reaches into his desk for some mouth wash, and gargles it into his coffee cup before straightening himself out and going to the door. Jamie is standing there meekly. She hands him a hall pass signed by her teacher and says she is supposed to see him for the college applications. Mr. Harris smiles and invites her inside, shutting the door.

Asking the girl to sit down, Mr. Harris takes a seat behind his desk and studies the girl. She is beautiful but broken, with closed body language and an anxious looking face. 'You've never come to see me before,' he begins. She shakes her head. He introduces himself and gives the girl a quick background on his role at the school. He has been a member of the faculty for two years. He has an associated degree in psychology. He is a big believer in the importance of counseling, especially as it relates to later adolescence and the transition years between teenager to adult. He asks how old she is and Jamie, without making eye contact, tells him she just turned 18-years-old. He smiles. 'That was a certainly an interesting age,' he recalls. 'There's a lot of change happening in your life, isn't there? Does it feel like a perfect storm?' Jamie tries to change the subject. 'My teacher said you had to talk to me about college?' Mr. Harris stares at her for a moment, smiling, before snapping back to the task at hand. He asks the girl some questions about her school plans. Has she thought about what she'd like to major in and where in the country she'd like to study? Jamie seems very distraught, as she chokes out that she would really love to attend Northwestern ... but she knows she isn't going to be able to. Mr. Harris leans in and takes the girl's hand. 'You can do anything you put you mind to!' He says encouragingly. Jamie looks down at them holding hands and seems very preoccupied by it. She even rubs her finger gently across his.

Mr. Harris pulls away and moves behind her. He starts to talk about his role as a guidance counselor. 'I know you were sent in here to talk about one thing,' he begins. 'But I want you to consider this a safe space. A place where you can talk about anything.' Jamie stares down at her feet and asks if she can be dismissed. She doesn't need an application. Mr. Harris cuts her off. 'Gone are the days where a counselor like me simply sits in their office handing out applications and waiting for crisis to occur.' He says. 'I'm here to listen and help you in any way I can, be it academic, developmental or even personal.' Jamie looks up at him, her eyes welling up. From his vantage point, Mr. Harris can sneak a look down the white blouse of her uniform. He tries to avert his eyes, but the girl is very beautiful, and he can't help himself. 'Are you sure there isn't anything you would like to talk to me about?' He asks, gently putting his hand on her shoulder. This time, the girl doesn't touch him back. She just starts to cry.

'I can't go to college ... because my father came back home,' she says tearfully. Mr. Harris asks her to explain and the girl confesses that her father had recently been released from prison. Her mother had no choice but to let him back in, even though he had always been a very bad man. In the last six months, he has gambled and drank all the money they had saved for her school. Now, mom is barely home, and dad is home too much. It's getting bad. Mr. Harris hugs the girl as she confesses her family secrets. His hands slowly wander down her back and rest at the top of her school girl skirt. He closes his eyes, trying to remain professional while Jamie buries herself in his chest. 'Does your father hurt you in any way?' Mr. Harris asks nervously. Jamie nods into his chest, starting to rub her hands over the man's back as she breaks down. Mr. Harris bites his lip, looking at the closed door of his office. 'What does he do to you exactly?' he whispers. She looks up at him. 'He fucks me up,' she says, kissing the counselor.

The troubled school girl aggressively kisses her counselor, backing him up against his desk. He tries to pry her off, telling her that it isn't appropriate for him to be doing this. Finally, she slumps back into her chair. 'I'm so messed up inside,' she screams. 'I don't know what to do with myself!' Not wanting to raise suspicions, Mr. Harris hushes her and darts over to make sure his door is locked. He stutters that everything is going to be ok, he won't tell anyone what happened. She should consider him a friend. He tries to pinch himself to stop the growing bulge in his trousers. She looks at him, her mascara running. 'Are you married?' She asks. Mr. Harris nods. She puts her head in her hands. 'I'm so sorry,' she says, breaking down. 'I'm just confused.' Mr. Harris stares at her, conflicted between his attraction and his sense of duty. From his POV, we see him scan her body as she twitches in her seat looking up at him with doe-eyes. 'It's ok, Jamie.' He says, opening his arms. She goes in to hug him again and they stare at each other, their lips inches away. 'Will you tell anyone?' She asks. He shakes his head. 'Everything is confidential in this room,' he finds himself saying. She bites her lip. 'I need to feel something inside of me other than my father,' she says back. 'Can you please help me?' There is a very long silence, as the sexual tension builds between them. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Mr. Harris throws the girl down on his desk, pulling down her panties and undoing his pants. He grabs his dick and stares at Jamie's bare ass, as she turns back to him. 'Please do it,' she begs as the guidance counselor slides inside of her.

BG Rough Sex Scene. As they have sex, the broken schoolgirl demands that Mr. Harris fuck her harder and harder. Finally, he cums on her face.

Panicked by what has happened, Mr. Harris tries to wipe up the girl's face and get her back into her clothes. 'I think you should probably take the rest of the day off,' he says nervously. 'Just to give this a little space. I'll write you a permission slip. Is there anywhere safe you can go?' He starts to throw his own clothes back on and write up the slip on his desk, his hands shaking, as Jamie looks defeated again. She tells him she has nowhere to go. He suggests calling a friend. She throws down her bag and screams that she doesn't have any friends. He suggests a women's shelter again but, by this time, the girl has begun crying again. Frantically searching for ideas, he ends up suggesting she come to his house that night. 'I can tell my wife it's an emergency,' he stammers. Jamie stops crying and nods, thanking the man. He tells her to sit tight while he pulls out his phone and dials his wife, his fingers now fumbling uncontrollably. As the phone rings, he motions to the girl to keep calm. 'Hi honey...' he says, his voice breaking.

⁣Seth (Alex Jett) doesn't have a great relationship with his step-sister, Ellie (Gabbie Carter), to say the least, so when he gets yet another video call from her, he isn't thrilled. He knows by now that whenever she interacts with him at all, it's only because she wants to make his life miserable... and he's sure today won't be an exception.

As soon as Ellie appears on camera, all smug while showing off her midriff, Seth is... uncomfortable. When he calls his sister out on showing off her bare skin, though, she clearly enjoys watching him squirm. Instead of messing around, Seth tells her to get it over with and tell him what she wants already. You see, Ellie has a hold on him... Ever since she found out a secret of his, because of his no-good-for-nothing dad blabbing to his new wife, Ellie's made his life a living hell.

Today, Ellie isn't taking any prisoners as she turns up the heat. Seth is disgusted as his own sister comes onto him, but it's nothing new. She's been doing this to him ever since all of this started. But when she lifts her shirt and starts playing with her breasts, things take a much more dramatic turn. By the time her hand glides over her pussy, there's no turning back. If Seth doesn't want his entire future to be ruined, he'll have to play along with his sister's twisted game...

⁣Katie (Lily Glee) and her boyfriend, Shane (Johnny Goodluck), often daydream about running away and starting a new life together elsewhere. But to do that, they need money, and lots of it... Fortunately for them, Katie's father, Roland, is wealthy -- unfortunately for them, he's also a greedy jerk. So Shane decides that it's finally time to chase their dreams AND give Roland his comeuppance.

Shane pitches a plan to Katie that involves faking a ransom video to get Roland to pony up. Although Katie's unsure about it at first, she trusts Shane and goes along with it. Even so, when Shane pulls down his mask and turns on the camera, Katie's transported to a whole different world.

But something isn't right... No matter how much of a pounding her pussy and mouth takes, Roland keeps refusing to pay the ransom. They're in too deep now to give up and Katie has to play along even when Shane brings in a friend (Brad Sterling). Will seeing his sweet daughter at the mercy of two strange men be enough to bring it all to an end? Or is the scam even more elaborate than Katie thinks?

Story inspired by an original submission by Pure Taboo member, GernBlanston!