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** APRIL 4TH ** |
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*** FLAT ON DORREL ROAD - 4:30 PM *** |
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| Shell is sitting around having a jolly good time with all the other girls downstairs. They are currently roaring drunk and playing a particularly raucous game of spin the bottle. The bottle spins around and points at Shell. | |
| Shell Dockley: | Truth. |
| Shell giggles slightly. Keri finishes her drink and crackles the can as she drops it to the floor. | |
| Keri McGrath: | Okay... what's the oldest punter you've ever had? |
| Shell snorts sardonically. | |
| Shell Dockley: | I once slept with an eighty-year-old virgin! I'm telling ya, he was the best root a girl could ever want! All that juice stored away, if you sluts know what I mean! Yeah, he was fantastic. Came back for seconds and thirds he did. Few weeks later on he died but boy did he have some fun before he left. Hell, I can still see his bite marks on my nipples today! Fabulous root he was but he was a dirty old bastard. Asked me to call him "Daddy", he did! I slapped him about a bit when he got rough and told him he was getting the standard root and that was it, none of that kinky stuff. I wasn't gonna call no-one "Daddy", I'm not some stupid little kid who's only on the game 'cause she's so ugly that no one wanted her. |
| Shell glances slyly towards Polly. | |
| Shell Dockley: | Yeah, he was a lot of fun. Really knew his stuff, he said he knew all the theory but he'd never had a girl to try it all out on. Made me come about forty times in a row he did, and that was just the foreplay. I'm telling ya, older men are the best when it comes to sex. Isn't that right, baby? |
| Shell's last comment was addressed to Polly. Shell and the other girls chuckle as the small girl doesn't reply and merely continues to stare at the table. | |
| Shell Dockley: | Right, my turn to spin. |
| Shell grabs the bottle and spins it around. After a minute or so, it wobbles to a halt. The neck of the bottle is pointed directly towards Polly. | |
| Shell Dockley: | Looks like the baby's gonna get a turn, girls! What's it to be, baby? Truth or dare? |
| Shell leers across the smoky room at Polly. She shrugs, looking nervously from Shell to Randy. | |
| Polly Page: | I dunno, dare I guess. |
| Shell grins wickedly. | |
| Shell Dockley: | Okay, baby. I want you to come over here and pash me for two minutes straight. No holding back, tongues and everything. Come on baby, I'm waiting. |
| Shell sits back in her chair triumphantly, her arms folded. Polly puts down her cigarette, slowly getting to her feet and pacing across the room. | |
| Polly Page: | I never knew you were that way inclined. |
| Shell grins. | |
| Shell Dockley: | Well I do like the taste of man meat but I wouldn't say no to a bit of muff, would I Keri? |
| Shell winks at her friend. Keri chuckles lightly. | |
| Keri McGrath: | Go for it, Shell. Teach the kid a thing or two! |
| Shell licks her lips and puckers them carefully. | |
| Shell Dockley: | Come on sweetie, plant one on me! |
| Polly turns back towards Randy, giving her a wink before kneeling down beside Shell's chair, wetting her lips teasingly. Randy looks concerned but doesn't say anything, trusting that Polly will be alright. | |
| Polly Page: | You ready? |
| Shell Dockley: | Ready as I'll ever be, darling. Come on, it's not like it's the first time you've kissed a girl. I hear you and Randy licking away at each other just about every night! |
| Shell gives Randy a snide look. Polly takes a deep breath and draws her lips to Shell's, kissing her very passionately. She continues enjoying Shell's mouth for several moments, knowing that the other girl would not have expected her to be so intense. Shell returns the kiss eagerly. After a few moments, she grabs hold of Polly's waist and starts thrusting her tongue into Polly's mouth violently. She rubs her body against Polly's as the other girls cheer on and she reaches up to tweak Polly's nipples through her shirt. Polly tries to resist but the larger girl has her in a grip of iron. The other girls are chuckling away at the sight, except for Randy who gets to her feet. | |
| Randy Lomax: | I think that's enough Shell. Let her go! |
| Shell breaks the kiss for a minute and stares across at Randy. | |
| Shell Dockley: | Shut up, you silly bitch. She's enjoying it, aren't you my little baby? |
| Shell grins at Polly then seeks out her lips again, rubbing her hands violently up and down Polly's frail body. | |
| Randy Lomax: | I said stop it! It's one thing if it's consensual but you're going too far Shell. |
| Polly tries to pull away from Shell's grasp, glancing across helplessly at Randy. Shell ignores Randy, sucking and licking away at Polly's mouth in a frenzy of passion. Shell is obviously an excellent kisser and her arms tighten around Polly. Shell's fingers slowly reach downwards until they are playing with the hem of Polly's short skirt. Shell hesitates for a moment before slipping a single finger inside Polly's underwear. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Stop it! She's just a kid, leave her alone you stupid cow! |
| Randy starts walking towards Shell and Polly. Shell is unconcerned. Shell slides her whole hand into Polly's underwear, gently stroking her clit. She slides two fingers inside the small girl and plays with her vaginal lips. Randy runs over to the pair and pulls Shell off the small girl. | |
| Randy Lomax: | You're sick, you know that? How could you do that to a kid? |
| Shell shrugs. | |
| Shell Dockley: | Never stopped you. I bet you've eaten out that little tart a hundred times before. |
| Randy remains stony-faced. | |
| Randy Lomax: | What Polly and I choose to do together is none of your business. What you did just then was sexually assault her! You're no better than a rapist! |
| Shell's smile fades. She approaches Randy menacingly. | |
| Shell Dockley: | You always did like them young, didn't you Randy? I'm surprised you chose such an overweight tart to stick your fingers into, though. I thought you liked skinny girls? |
| Polly crosses the room to Randy, looking angrily back at Shell. | |
| Polly Page: | You don't know nothing, so just leave her outa it! |
| Shell grins. | |
| Shell Dockley: | Look girls, the baby's sticking up for her Mummy! Sweet, isn't it? Maybe the two of them should get married, one as thin as a rake, the other as wide as a highway! |
| Polly puts her hands on her hips, glaring back at Shell. | |
| Polly Page: | Just leave it, yeah? You got what you wanted. |
| Shell Dockley: | Not really sweetheart. You enjoyed that as much as I did. If you want to call on me tonight, you know where I sleep. Not sure if I'd want such a fat creature in my bed, though... I mean, you might squash me in the night. |
| Polly chews on her lower lip, looking very hurt, unable to come up with a defence. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Oh put a cork in it Shell. Just because no man in his right mind would ever sleep with you doesn't mean you have to take it out on Poll here. Come on Poll, let's leave these children to their pathetic games. |
| Randy starts walking towards the stairs, Shell glaring at her as she goes. Shell sneers at the small girl. | |
| Shell Dockley: | Go on, baby, follow your Mummy. Give her a kiss from me, that is, if you can get close enough to her without your stomach getting in the way! |
| Polly draws a horrified breath, running up the stairs in tears. Shell laughs and the girls get back to their game. | |
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*** POLLY AND TOM'S BEDROOM - 4:50 PM *** |
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| Polly is sprawled face down in the middle of the bed, sobbing. Randy gently taps on Polly's door and walks into the room. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Polly? Are you alright, love? |
| Polly lifts her head slightly from the pillow, turning towards Randy. | |
| Polly Page: | No! |
| Randy sighs and sits down at the foot of the bed, resting her hand on Polly's legs. She starts to massage the young girl's feet. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Look, if it's about what Shell was saying downstairs, forget about it. She's as stupid as they come, that girl. Why Tom hired her I'll never know. |
| Polly Page: | But it's true what she said. She was right... |
| Randy Lomax: | What, you mean she guessed about us? So what? All the girls do it, it's nothing to be ashamed of Poll. |
| Randy lies down next to Polly and starts playing with the young girl's hair. | |
| Polly Page: | No, not that. About me being fat. She was right about that. |
| Randy shrugs. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Some girls are thin, some are fat. You're not really that fat, just a little plump. It makes you look nice, at least you're not a scrawny bag of bones like Shell. |
| Randy continues to stroke the small girl's hair and draws her into a sort of half-hug, with one arm wrapped around Polly's shoulders. Polly shrugs, this not comforting her one bit. | |
| Polly Page: | But it's just gonna get worse. |
| Randy Lomax: | Don't be silly, love, you're beautiful. I'm sure you'll grow out of it and turn out to be a supermodel, yeah? |
| Polly shakes her head, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. She looks hesitantly at Randy before continuing. | |
| Polly Page: | Rand, I, it's not just gonna go away. I know it won't. |
| Randy rests her left hand on Polly's stomach, as her other hand gently squeezes her shoulders. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Okay, so you've put on a bit of weight, but it's not the end of the world... If you're really worried about it I know a few handy ways to lose weight. Believe it or not, I used to have a weight problem myself. |
| Polly shakes her head, frustrated. | |
| Polly Page: | You don't understand, I don't know what to do. I mean, if Shell noticed, then it'll only be a matter of time before the others'll catch on, and I'm sure Tom won't be thrilled about it. |
| Randy draws Polly closer to her and the two girls lie there very close to each other. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Thrilled about what? He's not going to chuck you out just because you're putting on weight! |
| Polly Page: | You don't think? Well he won't be too happy about it, seeing as how it'll put me outa work. |
| Randy frowns, her hand still gently rubbing Polly's stomach through her shirt. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Poll, there's no weight requirement to work as a tom! |
| Polly looks away, realising that Randy isn't following her train of thought. | |
| Polly Page: | That's not what I meant. |
| Randy sighs, resting her forehead against that of the small girl. | |
| Randy Lomax: | What's the matter then, sweetie? |
| Polly cringes up at her mate, lowering her voice. | |
| Polly Page: | You won't tell the others? |
| Randy plants a soft kiss on Polly's forehead and smiles at her lovingly. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Promise. Whatever you tell me stops here. |
| Polly lets out a slow, steady sigh. | |
| Polly Page: | I'm pregnant. Again... |
| Randy tenses slightly but manages to keep a calm look on her face. She stares into Polly's eyes with an expression of disbelief. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Again? You mean you've been pregnant before? |
| Polly nods slowly. | |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, that's why I left home. I didn't want me stepdad finding out and killing this baby too. |
| Randy tries to take all this in. | |
| Randy Lomax: | You mean your stepdad made you abort the other baby? You've mentioned him once or twice before... He's the one that got you into this mess isn't he? |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, well, the doctor killed the first one and then Greg beat me up the second time. I wasn't letting it happen again. So I left. |
| Randy hugs Polly tightly. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Oh, Poll... I had no idea. I'm so sorry. But how do you know you're pregnant again? |
| Polly rests her head in her hands. | |
| Polly Page: | I've known for ages. Since before I met you. I just don't know what to do about it now, that's all. I mean, I never got this far before. |
| Randy calms Polly down and speaks to her in a soothing voice. | |
| Randy Lomax: | It's okay love. You say you knew about the baby before we met... Is it your stepdad's child? |
| Polly shakes her head. | |
| Polly Page: | I don't fink so. I'm pretty sure it was one of my old punters. |
| Randy sighs as she cradles the girl in her arms. | |
| Randy Lomax: | I can see why you were upset with Shell teasing you about your weight. Have you thought about what you're going to do about it? |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | I dunno, I just didn't want it to wind up dead like the others. What should I do? |
| Randy Lomax: | I honestly don't know sweetie. If it was up to me you could stay here and have the baby if that's what you really want, but it's not. I don't know how Tom would react. The last girl that got pregnant he chucked out onto the street, I'm sorry to say. |
| Polly looks miserably up at Randy. | |
| Polly Page: | So what am I meant to do? I can't hide it from him forever. |
| Randy thinks for a few moments. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Well we can hide it from Tom for a little while... It'll be tricky if he's still sleeping with you though. |
| Polly Page: | I know. So what am I meant to do about that? |
| Randy Lomax: | Well I could offer to step into your shoes if you like? I mean, I'm not as young as you are but I'm just as experienced. We'd still be together and we'd still do our jobs but it would be me in your place... If you like the idea of that, that is. |
| Polly's face brightens. | |
| Polly Page: | I don't care either way, just so long as he doesn't find out. |
| Randy Lomax: | Well I'll do my best, yeah? I'm sure we can hide it from him for a few weeks and that should give us time to decide what to do about the baby. One question... Why didn't you use protection with this other punter? I mean, you know as well as I do that using protection is a must in this game... |
| Randy trails off. Polly looks away. | |
| Polly Page: | I, I didn't get much of a say in the matter at the time. |
| Randy frowns again. | |
| Randy Lomax: | What, you mean your stepdad never gave you rubbers? |
| Polly Page: | Well, yeah, eventually, but doesn't mean the punters always used 'em. |
| Randy stops in mid-thought. | |
| Randy Lomax: | You mean they forced you to not use a condom? |
| Polly Page: | No, there was just this one incident. Near the end. Just bad timing, I guess. |
| Polly speaks awkwardly. | |
| Randy Lomax: | You mean he raped you? |
| Randy speaks calmly but her eyes are close to tears. | |
| Polly Page: | It was a set-up. One of my old punters got his mate to get me over and then after Greg left, I realised he was behind it all. |
| Polly sighs, changing the subject. | |
| Polly Page: | Anyway, just forget about it, yeah? |
| Randy Lomax: | Sure, honey, I won't mention it again. Are you feeling a bit better now? |
| Polly Page: | I guess, just as long as you can get Tom off my case. |
| Randy Lomax: | I'll do my best. You know, if you ever want to talk about any of this, I'm always here for you, yeah? |
| Polly Page: | I know, fanks. |
| Polly hugs Randy tightly, heading towards the door. | |
| Polly Page: | We'd better head back down to the others. Gaw'd knows what Shell will've told 'em. |
| Randy chuckles. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Who cares what that dried up old tart says? She's well past her use-by date if you ask me. |
| Polly grins, opening the bedroom door. | |
| Polly Page: | I know. |
| Randy and Polly wander back downstairs and rejoin the girls at the table. | |
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*** FLAT ON DORREL ROAD - 5:20 PM *** |
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| Polly are Randy are in the kitchen finishing off the dinner dishes when they hear the front door slam closed, followed by Tom's voice as he chat with the other girls. | |
| Polly Page: | Great. Now what? |
| Randy looks up warily at the door. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Just keep quiet and leave any talking to me, okay? |
| Polly shrugs nervously, tossing the tea towel back onto the sink. | |
| Polly Page: | If you say so. |
| Tom strides into the kitchen, grinning at each of the girls. | |
| Tom Varney: | Well, well, isn't this cosy. Just finished, I trust? |
| Tom paces to Polly's side, stroking her ponytail softly. | |
| Polly Page: | Uh, yeah. All done. |
| Polly glances from Tom to Randy. | |
| Randy Lomax: | We're all finished, Tommy. How do you feel tonight? |
| Randy grins up at Tom seductively. Tom nods proudly towards her. | |
| Tom Varney: | Couldn't be better. What time you heading out? |
| Randy Lomax: | I thought we could stay in tonight, Tommy. If you want to, of course... |
| Randy gives Tom a surreptitious wink. | |
| Tom Varney: | Well, that's what I was planning, you weren't invited though. I've never found threesomes all that appealing. |
| Tom winks in Polly's direction. Randy thinks quickly. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Tom, Polly's not really feeling up to it tonight... There's something you really should know. |
| Randy's voice is low and slightly shaky. Tom wraps an arm around Polly's shoulders, nudging her towards the doorway. | |
| Tom Varney: | Oh there is, is there? |
| Randy Lomax: | Tom! This is important. Sit down for a minute. |
| Randy nods towards the empty chair. | |
| Tom Varney: | What's this all about, Rand? I haven't got time for any of your nonsense. Come on, Poll. |
| Tom lightly pushes Polly out into the living room. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Tom, the last punter she had raped her... She's been bleeding. |
| Randy speaks calmly and deliberately. Tom shrugs. | |
| Tom Varney: | She'll get over it, won't ya Poll. |
| Polly nods hesitantly in Tom's direction, not knowing how to respond. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Tom, when I say bleeding, I mean bleeding. She's been in the toilet all afternoon. And when I went in there the bowl was full of blood. I don't think she'll be able to work for a few days until she's healed up and having sex with her is a pretty stupid idea. Do you really want to hurt her more? |
| Tom looks compassionately down at Polly. | |
| Tom Varney: | Why didn't you tell me, sweetie? |
| Polly looks quickly from Randy to Tom, thinking fast. | |
| Polly Page: | I erm, thought you'd be mad. I didn't wanna make a big deal of it. |
| Tom crosses his arms, glaring back at Randy, the three now in the living room. | |
| Tom Varney: | You see? She's fine. Quit playing the mother hen and get out there and earn ya keep. |
| Randy replies, somewhat desperately. | |
| Randy Lomax: | Look, she's really sore Tom. If you try to make her have sex with you you're liable to really hurt her. She could end up in hospital... Do you really want that? The hospital would tell the coppers and we'd all be out of a job. If you're feeling horny then I'll be only too happy to oblige, Tommy. Honestly, I get wet at just the thought of sleeping with you. |
| Tom raises an eyebrow with a mocking chuckle. | |
| Tom Varney: | You? Well I'll keep that in mind, should I get desperate. In the mean time, get out there where you belong. And I don't wanna see you back here until after twelve at least! |
| Randy mutters under her breath. | |
| Randy Lomax: | What a big man, he has to bully women and sleep with children to feel good about himself. |
| Randy gets to her feet and storms out the door with one last desperate look back at Polly. She follows Tom nervously up the stairs, trying to assess what mood he's in. Tom glares down at the small girl. | |
| Tom Varney: | Don't listen to that slut, sweetie. Tell me straight, do you feel up to it tonight or not? |
| Polly Page: | Well, I'd really rather not. Not for a few days. |
| Polly chews on her lower lip, waiting for a reaction. Tom snorts. | |
| Tom Varney: | Stupid kids, one little bruise and they moan like it's the end of the world. Okay, okay, but I want you to do something else for me instead. |
| Tom and Polly reach Tom's bedroom. They walk inside. Polly is slightly amazed that turning him down was that easy. | |
| Polly Page: | Sure, anything! |
| Tom Varney: | I have a little treat for you, honey. Something special I picked up from an old friend. |
| Polly sits down on the edge of the bed, looking up at him curiously. | |
| Polly Page: | What? |
| Tom reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small package of white powder. He shakes it carefully and smiles across at the small girl. | |
| Polly Page: | What is it? |
| Tom Varney: | You know how you girls sometimes take E's or if you're feeling bold you try a bit of coke... |
| Tom trails off thoughtfully. | |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, so? |
| Tom Varney: | Well I have some magic powder here. It's called heroin and it's even better than E's and coke. If you take this you'll be high all week, yeah? |
| Tom waves the little bag appealingly. Polly looks up at him suspiciously. | |
| Polly Page: | Are you gonna have some too? |
| Tom grins. | |
| Tom Varney: | Maybe later, sweetie. I want you to enjoy all of this. |
| Tom reaches across for a needle and carefully prepares the heroin for use. Polly shakes her head. | |
| Polly Page: | What are you doing? |
| Tom Varney: | I have to put this in your arm if it's going to work. It won't hurt for more than a second, don't worry. |
| Polly crawls across to the other side of the bed. | |
| Polly Page: | Forget it, you're not putting no needle in me! No way! |
| Tom tests the needle and smiles when it seems to be in working order. | |
| Tom Varney: | Well I either put this needle in your arm or I fuck you non-stop for the rest of the evening. Maybe get a few of my mates in here to join in. |
| Polly looks daggers at Tom. | |
| Polly Page: | What's with you tonight, anyway? |
| Tom Varney: | It's nothing. I just don't like that bitch Randy questioning me and now you. This cost me a lot of money and I'm really pissed off that you don't appreciate it. |
| Tom rolls up Polly's sleeve and positions the needle. | |
| Polly Page: | Why'd you get it though? I mean, what's wrong with E's? |
| Tom Varney: | E's are crap compared with this. One shot of this and you'll be high as a kite and seeing stars. You'll love it, trust me. Now hold your arm steady. |
| Polly squeezes her eyes closed. | |
| Polly Page: | Okay, okay, just don't make it hurt, yeah? |
| Tom grins. | |
| Tom Varney: | Oh it won't hurt. I promise. You're gonna love me for this, Poll Doll. |
| Tom holds Polly's arm carefully and slides the needle in, injecting the heroin into one of Polly's veins. | |
| Tom Varney: | See, that's not hurting is it? |
| Polly gasps softly, pulling her arm away. | |
| Polly Page: | It stings! Ouch! |
| Polly rubs her arm slowly. | |
| Tom Varney: | How do you feel? |
| Tom looks over at the small girl with a broad smile on his face. Polly looks up at him, very confused. | |
| Polly Page: | What did you do? It feels all tingly and my head's heavy. |
| Tom Varney: | It's nothing, dear, just give it some time to work and you'll feel untouchable. |
| Tom reaches across and brushes the hair away from Polly's face. | |
| Polly blinks several times, her chin trembling. | |
| Polly Page: | I'm not gonna die... am I? |
| Tom laughs. | |
| Tom Varney: | Not yet love. You say you're too sore to have sex, eh? |
| Polly takes several moments to respond. | |
| Polly Page: | Erm, yeah. Not tonight, yeah? |
| Tom rests his hands on the back of Polly's neck, loosely grasping her head. | |
| Tom Varney: | Sure. Your pussy's too sore, yeah? |
| Polly Page: | Uh-huh... |
| Tom smiles evilly. | |
| Tom Varney: | But your mouth is okay? You weren't bleeding from there? |
| Polly tries to focus on him, her vision clouded. | |
| Polly Page: | Uh-uh... |
| Tom Varney: | Well I want you to put your mouth to good use. Let's see if you can get me off before you start seeing things, yeah? |
| Tom leans back, unzips his fly and pops an E into his mouth. He lies back on the bed and pushes Polly's head towards his crotch. A smile breaks out on his sharp, angular face as Polly slips into a stupor. | |