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** DECEMBER 1ST ** |
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*** VICKY'S HOUSE - 9:30 PM *** |
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| Vicky and Polly are mucking around whist watching a movie. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | I think he's cute! |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, he's okay. Cute bum! |
| Polly finishes plaiting Vicky's long hair. | |
| Polly Page: | All done. |
| Vicky continues to speculate about the man on TV. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | I love Arnie, he's such a man's man. Unlike that wuss Mel Gibson. |
| Polly Page: | Oi! You leave Mel alone! |
| Polly pulls Vicky's hair playfully. She shakes her hair free and stands up with her hands on her hips. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | I wouldn't touch your Mel with a barge pole. But Arnie... he's so soft and cuddly. |
| Vicky smiles dreamily. Polly rolls her eyes, flopping onto her stomach without reply. Vicky settles down next to Polly. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | So what's the plan, Poll? |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | Why ya asking me? |
| Vicky Hagen: | Because you're the guest. You can decide what we get to do. |
| Polly Page: | I don't care but the movie is boring. |
| Vicky Hagen: | We could have a game of monopoly? I like monopoly. |
| Polly Page: | If you want but I play that all the time. |
| Vicky Hagen: | Well what else can we do? I mean, would you like to watch a video? |
| Polly Page: | Okay. Can we watch E.T.? That's really sad. |
| Vicky groans and shakes her head. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | That's a kid's movie. I want to watch Star Trek! |
| Polly screws up her face. Vicky reaches over for the video labelled "Star Trek". | |
| Polly Page: | You're as bad as Ian! Please can we watch E.T.? |
| Vicky Hagen: | No, I want to watch Star Trek. Come on, what's so great about E.T.? |
| Polly Page: | It's so sweet how he hides E.T. and then it's really said when scientists take him away. |
| Vicky looks nauseous. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | It's sweet all right, sickeningly sweet! |
| Polly Page: | I know, that's what I like about it. Please? |
| Vicky sighs. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Do we have to? |
| Vicky looks appealingly at Polly. | |
| Polly Page: | Please? |
| Vicky gives in and reaches for the "E.T." tape. | |
| Polly Page: | Fanks! |
| Polly shovels a handful of corn chips into her mouth and settles back in front of the television. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Okay, but I'm warning you, I hate this movie so I'll complain as much as I can! |
| Vicky pushes the video in and they two girls watch as the title sequence comes up. | |
| Polly Page: | I just love the music too! This has to be my favourite movie. |
| Vicky groans and settles back into a beanbag as the movie begins. Polly gazes enraptured at the screen. The two girls continue to watch the movie and Vicky starts to yawn. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | How long does this go for? |
| Polly Page: | A couple of hours, oh stop that. |
| Polly throws a pillow at Vicky. She picks it up and continues to watch the screen with a bored expression on her face. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | But there are no cute guys in here! I want cute guys! |
| Polly Page: | The boy's kinda cute, ain't he? |
| Vicky snorts. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | The alien's cuter than he is! |
| Polly rolls her eyes, going back to the movie. Vicky is obviously bored out of her mind and her eyelids begin to droop. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | I'm getting really sleepy Poll. |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | Well go to sleep then, what do I care? |
| Vicky turns over and snuggles into the beanbag, with her face turned away from the TV. She stares idly at a poster of a half naked man on the wall and smiles before closing her eyes and falling gently asleep. Polly continues watching the movie, frowning over at Vicky after not getting a reply. She shakes her a couple of times, Vicky not moving. | |
| Polly Page: | We can watch Star Trek if you really want. |
| Vicky continues to snore quietly. Polly grumbles as Vicky remains asleep. Getting to her feet, Polly makes her way back to Vicky's bedroom, getting her sleeping bag and pillow. Russell, Vicky's older brother, hears the movement of footsteps outside his room and gets to his feet. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Hey you, blondie. Come in here for a moment. |
| Polly shrugs and drops the pillow and sleeping bad back to the floor, padding into Vicky's brother's room. | |
| Polly Page: | Whatcha want? |
| Russell Hagen: | You're Vicky's little buddy aren't you? The one she hangs out with at school? |
| Russell carefully eyes up the small blonde girl. | |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, so what? |
| Russell walks over to the door and closes it. | |
| Russell Hagen: | I want a word with you. |
| Polly looks slightly hesitant but glances around the teenager's room. It is covered with model aeroplanes and posters. | |
| Polly Page: | What about? |
| Russell Hagen: | You're the little girl who does tricks for money, aren't you? |
| Russell looks at Polly hungrily. Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | Maybe. |
| Russell licks his lips. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Vicky was telling me about you. I was wondering if you'd do me a big favour? |
| Polly shakes her head, heading for the door. | |
| Polly Page: | I'm not allowed. |
| Russell bars her way. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Just listen to me, would you? How much do you usually charge? |
| Polly looks very uncomfortable. | |
| Polly Page: | It depends. Usually two hundred. |
| Russell scrabbles around in his pocket and produces a hundred-pound note. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Well I'm guessing that most of that goes to your pimp, yeah? Look, I don't want you to go the whole way but I'll give you this if you agree to help me and you can have all of it. |
| Polly looks away. | |
| Polly Page: | Not interested. |
| Russell Hagen: | Oh come on, it's not every day you get an offer like this! This is a hundred pounds for a couple of minutes, blondie! |
| Polly Page: | I don't care! Now leave me alone. |
| Russell grabs Polly's arms and hisses into her ear. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Now don't do anything stupid! Dad's away and Mum's out so no one will hear you if you scream. And Vicky won't cross me, she knows what happens when she does that! |
| Polly cringes, stepping across to the centre of the room. She does not reply and lowers her head. Russell puts his arms around Polly and pulls her towards the bed. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Come on, you little tart. You'll do it for men forty years older than you but not for me, huh? We'll see about that. |
| Russell throws Polly down onto the bed and starts to undo the buttons on his trousers. Polly pulls away sharply. Russell stops for a minute with a ravenous look in his eyes. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Why shouldn't I just take what's on offer? I mean, no one would believe you if you told them. |
| Russell continues to unbutton his trousers. | |
| Polly Page: | Vicky would. |
| Russell stops. | |
| Russell Hagen: | She would, the little bitch! Okay, I'll give you the money if you co-operate and do everything I say, okay? |
| Polly Page: | And if you're not rough and you don't go all the way. Deal? |
| Russell nods his head and stuffs the money into Polly's hands. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Now keep your legs open and your mouth tightly shut, you hear me? And make it sound like you're enjoying it too. I want my money's worth. |
| Russell roughly pins Polly down on the bed and starts fumbling with his trousers as he hovers above her. | |
| Polly Page: | Stop, stop! You said you wouldn't be rough! |
| Russell grunts and becomes slightly more gentle. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Just make out like you're having the time of your life. I want to hear you groan and tell me how good this feels! |
| Russell tears his trousers off and pushes up Polly's skirt, groping her knickers. Polly tries to pull out of his grasp. | |
| Polly Page: | But you promised! You said you weren't gonna go all the way. |
| Russell Hagen: | Just shut up, would you? Here, make your mouth useful! |
| Russell slides down his boxer shorts and pushes Polly's head down towards his crotch. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Have a suck on that, sweetheart. |
| Russell pushes his erection into Polly's mouth, choking her slightly. Polly slides herself backwards across the bed, away from his grasp. | |
| Polly Page: | I changed my mind. |
| Russell reaches down and pushes his erection back inside his trousers. Polly throws the money onto the carpet. | |
| Russell Hagen: | You did what? |
| Russell looks dangerously at Polly. She looks somewhat startled. Her reply somewhat uncertain. | |
| Polly Page: | I changed my mind. |
| Russell Hagen: | You can't change your mind, I paid you and you're damn well gonna deliver! |
| Russell grabs Polly's shirt and drags her towards him. His lips meet hers and he slides his tongue into her mouth. Polly pushes her hands desperately against his chest, trapped under his large frame. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Come on you little minx, you know you want this as much as I do. |
| Russell rubs his hands roughly up and downs Polly's body, groping her chest area. He pulls Polly's hair back and laughs as she squeals. | |
| Polly Page: | Just let me go! Vicky'll wake up soon and then she'll come looking for me! |
| Russell Hagen: | Well I don't intend to take long! |
| Russell rips Polly's shirt open and shoves his hands under her skirt, groping and pinching her knickers. He slides them off. Polly sobs, begging. | |
| Polly Page: | But you can't do this... please, don't do this! |
| Russell Hagen: | I can do what I like. And you can't stop me! |
| Russell fumbles with his pants again then rubs his hard erection between Polly's legs. He moans slightly at the sensation. Polly continues crying, more out of fear of anyone finding out then of Russell's intentions. Russell tenses as he reaches down and guides himself into Polly. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Ahh, you're not as tight as I thought you'd be. You're nice and smooth. |
| Russell continues to push himself into Polly, withdraws slightly then thrusts again. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Come on, push against me, make this fun. You have to earn your money, you little whore! |
| Russell slaps Polly across the face as he rides her. Polly shakes her head timidly, looking away from him. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Come on, you sad little tart. Do me like you do your stepfather. |
| Russell slams himself deep inside Polly once again. Polly winces, her body trembling. | |
| Polly Page: | You're hurting me, stop it! |
| Russell Hagen: | Good. This is great, you wanna make this a regular thing? |
| Russell groans, reaches down and starts thrusting his fingers inside Polly's mouth as he enters her. Polly tries wriggling from his grasp, unsuccessfully. Russell pulls his fingers out of Polly's mouth and slowly licks the saliva off them. He moans, as he is close to orgasm. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Oh, you're so smooth! I can't believe it! |
| Polly grabs his upper arms, pushing herself away slightly. | |
| Polly Page: | Just leave me alone! Or I can get you into a lot of trouble! |
| Russell clenches his fist and punches Polly in the mouth. She gasps as blood drips from her newly cut lip. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Shut up, bitch. |
| Polly is shocked into total paralysis, merely blinking in confusion up at him. Her arms drop back to her sides. Russell sighs in ecstasy as he orgasms and finishes inside Polly. | |
| Russell Hagen: | Oh yeah... Man that was good. |
| Russell withdraws from Polly's body, zips himself up and looks down at the girl with contempt. | |
| Russell Hagen: | You're quite a root, you know that? |
| Polly pulls herself slowly across the bed and away from him, still too terrified to respond. Russell bends down and fondles the girl's breasts roughly. After a few moments he stands up and walks out of the room without a second glance. Polly delicately puts the rest of her clothing back on, tears still trickling from her cheeks. | |