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*** 27 KINGSTON AVE - 11:10 PM *** |
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Carl carefully draws the curtains in his plush suburban villa. |
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Carl Jones: |
You see, Mr Matthews, I don't want to have sex with her. There is no thrill in that. All that I want to do is take photos of her for distribution purposes. |
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Greg nods slowly, sensing the professionalism of this man. |
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Greg Matthews: |
I see. Well, you're aware that this isn't strictly routine. |
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Carl Jones: |
Yes. And I am paying you handsomely for it, so don't complain. Now, is the girl in a good condition? |
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Greg glances across at Polly, who is sitting on the sofa yawning. |
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Greg Matthews: |
Ask her yourself. |
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Carl walks over to Polly and stares at her with wide eyes. |
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Carl Jones: |
What is your name? |
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Polly clasps her hands on her knees, staring up at him expressionlessly. |
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Polly Page: |
Polly. |
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Carl Jones: |
Are you sore anywhere, Polly? Do you have any bruises or scarring? |
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Polly looks curiosity up at Greg and then back at the man. |
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Polly Page: |
I don't fink so. Why? |
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Carl reaches over and deliberately probes Polly in the ribs. |
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Carl Jones: |
Well she doesn't seem to be in any pain so I think I can assume that she is in good condition. I'll know more later on. |
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Carl walks back over to Greg and hands him a small wad of money. |
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Carl Jones: |
Two hours, yes? You can leave her with me, she is in safe hands. |
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Greg flicks through the bills. |
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Greg Matthews: |
Two hundred quid? That's not what we agreed to. |
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Carl reaches into his pocket and hands Greg another 50 pound note. |
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Carl Jones: |
Happy? Now you can leave us. |
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Greg shakes the man's hand, nodding down at Polly as he heads towards the door. Carl turns to face Polly as Greg leaves the house. Carl walks over to the stairs and gestures for Polly to follow him. She stands and trails behind him, not uttering a sound. The man reaches the top of the stairs and escorts Polly into a huge room. In the centre of the room is a large bed and a great deal of technical equipment scattered around. On the tables at the far side of the room are all sorts of uniforms, costumes and other implements. |
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Carl Jones: |
Impressed? |
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Polly drops her jaw, gazing around the room. After several moments she looks up at the man, with no idea of his intentions. |
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Polly Page: |
That musta cost a bomb! |
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Carl Jones: |
It did. And it's all for you, Polly. |
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A slight stutter creeps into Polly's voice. |
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Polly Page: |
It is? |
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Carl walks over to the tables and waves his hands at the many outfits. |
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Carl Jones: |
Of course it is. In here I can turn you into anything at all. A fairy queen, a princess, a policewoman, a model, a nurse, anything at all! And even better, I can take pictures of it all so that lots of people can see you dressed up. |
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Polly warily steps towards the long rack of clothes, looking through the many colours and designs. |
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Polly Page: |
I've already been a princess. I didn't like it. |
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Carl nods gravely. |
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Carl Jones: |
Well how about you become a cowgirl? |
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Polly screws up her face, shaking her head. Carl holds up a Wild West uniform with a large hat and looks down at Polly. |
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Carl Jones: |
A nurse? |
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Carl points to a nurse's uniform, all nice and neat with a little peaked cap. Polly shrugs. |
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Polly Page: |
Maybe. |
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Carl Jones: |
Excellent. Well, could you get changed into that while I go over and make sure that the equipment is working properly? |
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Carl wanders over to the camera, turns it on and starts peering through the viewfinder. Polly looks awkwardly back across the room, before quickly slipping into the crisp white dress. |
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Polly Page: |
All done. |
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Carl Jones: |
Put your other clothes on the table then come over and sit on the bed. |
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Carl makes some final adjustments to the camera and video camera then steps back and waits for Polly to get into position. Polly places her jeans and jumper on the table, and walks across the room giggling. She is quite enjoying the dressing up. |
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Polly Page: |
Cool, now what? |
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Carl Jones: |
I want you to sit up there on the bed, okay? |
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Polly Page: |
Sure. |
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Polly crawls across the bed, sitting crossed legged in the middle. |
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Carl Jones: |
Now just relax and start posing. |
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Polly looks momentarily horrified. |
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Polly Page: |
Start whating? |
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Carl laughs and the atmosphere in the room relaxes. |
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Carl Jones: |
Posing. Act like a nurse. I have a little baby doll over there and you can cuddle it later on but until then I want you to play with this. |
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Carl reaches across and picks up a first aid kit. He hands it to Polly. |
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Carl Jones: |
Now smile for the camera and just play with that while I take photos of you. |
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Polly opens the box, pulling out the bandages and blood pressure cuff. |
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Polly Page: |
Okay... |
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Polly looks slightly lost, by otherwise begins neatly rolling up the strands of bandage. Carl's camera flashes as Polly begins to bandage her arm. |
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Carl Jones: |
That's great. Now talk while you work so the video can pick up your actions. And smile! |
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Polly laughs nervously, looking up at him. |
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Polly Page: |
What should I say? |
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Carl Jones: |
Just pretend that you're bandaging a patient, love. |
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Carl's camera flashes again and again. Polly quickly thinks of something to say. He walks over to the table and picks up a teddy bear. He hands it to Polly. |
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Carl Jones: |
You can bandage him, His name is Reg. |
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Polly places the bandage on Reg's arm delicately. |
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Polly Page: |
"Now you have to keep your arm very still, otherwise it could break again. You also can't get it wet." |
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Carl grins and takes another photo. |
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Carl Jones: |
Just play with him. Tell him what a good boy he is. |
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Polly Page: |
"How did you break your arm, Reggie? Well you were very brave. That must have hurts lots and lots having that bandage put on." |
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Polly pats the bear on the head affectionately. |
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Carl Jones: |
Kiss him on the forehead, Polly. Keep cuddling and kissing him. |
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Polly kisses the bear on the forehead, looking back across at Carl. |
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Polly Page: |
Do I have to do this? |
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Carl Jones: |
You do. You're doing a great job, Polly. Keep that up and I'll make you a star! |
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Polly Page: |
It's just this is really boring and I've sorta grown out of bears. |
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Carl takes another series of shots of the small girl in the nurse's uniform then directs her to get changed. Over the next hour, Polly becomes a cheerleader, a postwoman, a vampire, a fairy and a nun in rapid succession. He then points to her next outfit, a police uniform. |
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Polly Page: |
Heaps cool! |
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Carl leans back as Polly changes into the complicated uniform. Polly parades smugly around the room, hands on her hips. Pushing the hat down further on her head, she straightens out her jumper. |
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Polly Page: |
This has to be my favourite! |
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Carl Jones: |
I think we'll get you to go a bit further this time, Polly. Up to now it's been pretty tame but now it's time for you to start enjoying yourself. |
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Carl winks at the small girl. |
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Polly Page: |
Okay, yeah the other stuff was pretty dull. |
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Carl Jones: |
Good. Now I want you to stand on that mat over there. |
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Carl points to a mat on the bedroom floor. Polly struts across the room, locating her handcuffs, plastic radio and baton. |
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Polly Page: |
Neat! It's got everything the real police have! |
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Carl turns the video camera around, puts in a new tape and leaves it to record. |
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Carl Jones: |
Great, now I want you to pretend that I'm a criminal and you can arrest me. |
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Carl walks over and crouches down near the mat. Polly chuckles, grabbing her handcuffs. |
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Polly Page: |
Get down on the floor and put your hands behind your back! You're under arrest! |
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Carl whimpers in mock terror. |
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Carl Jones: |
What have I done? |
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Polly thinks for a moment. |
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Polly Page: |
You, you broke into that house back there! You stole that poor woman's jewellery! Now you have to get locked up! |
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Carl Jones: |
Will you be gentle with me? |
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Carl proffers his hands to the small girl. Polly handcuffs his right hand, trying to reach for the other. |
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Polly Page: |
No way! You have to be dragged down to the police station and locked away for years and years! |
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Carl sneakily lashes out and grabs Polly's radio with his free hand. |
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Carl Jones: |
No I won't! I'm going to escape! |
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Carl grabs the handcuffs and handcuffs himself to Polly. She frowns, and yanks hard on the cuff, trying to push him backwards. |
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Polly Page: |
Oi! You can't do that! You're in big trouble now! |
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Polly looks in her skirt pocket for some keys. |
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Carl Jones: |
It's too late honey. The only way you're going to get out of this is by finding the key. |
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Carl sits on the mat and grins at Polly. She places one hand on her hip and continues digging in her pocket. |
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Polly Page: |
But that's not fair! You've hidden it! In real life I'd know where it was! |
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Carl Jones: |
Yes, I've hidden the key. You're not going to find it in there. You'll have to start looking for it, won't you? |
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Polly huffs, looking around the room. |
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Polly Page: |
Where is it? |
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Carl Jones: |
It's hidden in your outfit somewhere. You'll have to take it off bit by bit and check every piece of clothing. |
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Polly runs her free hand down her chest and pocket areas, not feeling anything. |
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Polly Page: |
You're cheating! Now tell me where it is! |
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Carl Jones: |
No way. I'll give you your radio back when you find the key but until then you're stuck here all alone. Try looking in your suit. |
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Polly shrugs and unclips her scarf, throwing it to the floor. Carefully, she unbuttons her jacket and checks the inside pockets, grinning triumphantly when she finds the little silver key. |
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Polly Page: |
Got it! |
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Polly quickly undoes the handcuff around her hand, taking a step backwards. |
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Polly Page: |
That was mean. |
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Carl Jones: |
Good job, Officer Polly. Now release me before I charge you with unlawful arrest! |
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Carl stands up and stretches. He smiles down at Polly. |
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Carl Jones: |
Now comes the fun part. |
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Polly looks up at him, the smile slowly disappearing when she sees the smirk on his face. |
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Polly Page: |
What? |
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Carl nods over to the bed. He hands Polly back her radio. |
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Carl Jones: |
I want you to get back on the bed. |
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Polly rolls her eyes and clips the radio back to her jacket, sitting on the edge of the bed. |
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Carl Jones: |
Firstly, I want you to take off your jacket and unbutton your shirt. Don't take the shirt off, just leave it hanging open. |
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Polly cringes slightly, realising why she is here. Obediently she slips the black materialised jacket from her shoulders and begins unbuttoning the white shirt. |
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Carl Jones: |
Now I want you to slip off your knickers and stockings. Leave the skirt on. |
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Polly pulls herself to the side of the bed and undoes her shoes. Awkwardly pulling up her skirt, she manages to remove the two items of clothing. Carl adjusts the video camera carefully and smiles across at Polly. |
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Carl Jones: |
Now I want you to lift up your skirt just a bit and start playing with yourself. |
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Polly crawls back into the middle of the bed. |
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Polly Page: |
Are you really going to film all this? |
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Carl Jones: |
I am indeed. Don't worry about it, it's just a little camera. |
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Polly Page: |
But I've never done this sorta thing like this. I mean, with all the bright lights and all. |
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Carl Jones: |
Look, if you do this properly and you enjoy yourself doing it then I'll even let you keep the little police uniform. It really fits you well, doesn't it? |
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Polly looks down at it proudly. |
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Polly Page: |
I dunno. I mean, this just doesn't feel right. |
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Carl Jones: |
Just try it, Polly. Please? Think of yourself as a police officer and this is your latest case. |
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Polly screws up her face, disapprovingly. |
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Polly Page: |
But they don't do things like this. |
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Carl Jones: |
Yes they do. Look, it's fun and enjoyable. You have played with yourself before haven't you? |
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Polly Page: |
Well, yeah, but not like this. I mean if you're taping it then other people will see. |
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Carl Jones: |
Of course they will. That's the idea. You'll be famous, darling. Everyone will love you. |
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Polly Page: |
They will? |
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Carl sighs and reaches across onto the table behind him. He picks up a small bottle. |
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Carl Jones: |
They will indeed. Are you feeling thirsty Polly? |
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Polly is surprised to have gotten her own way so easily. |
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Polly Page: |
I guess so. The lights are really hot. |
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Carl passes the small bottle to Polly. |
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Carl Jones: |
Drink that then. We can take a little break if you like. |
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Carl presses the "pause" button on the video and sits down on the bed next to Polly. She takes the bottle of coke and takes several large mouthfuls, very thirsty. |
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Polly Page: |
Thanks. |
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Carl Jones: |
No worries. |
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Carl and Polly sit on the bed talking for a few minutes. As time passes, Polly's behaviour becomes relaxed. |
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Carl Jones: |
Do you feel like starting again, darling? |
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Polly smiles innocently. |
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Polly Page: |
Of course, whatever you say. You're the boss. |
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Carl grins and goes back to the video player, setting it back to record. |
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Carl Jones: |
I am indeed. Can you lie down length ways on the bed for me? |
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Polly slowly crawls back towards the pillows, feeling rather light-headed. |
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Carl Jones: |
Now pull up your skirt so it's up near your chest. |
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Polly shamelessly pulls up her skirt, beginning to stroke and rub herself. |
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Polly Page: |
That what you want? |
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Carl Jones: |
Very good. Keep your knees down, they're in the way. |
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Carl zooms in towards the area at the top of Polly's legs. Polly waves very flirtatiously at the camera, widening her legs. |
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Polly Page: |
Better? |
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Carl Jones: |
That's great. Bring your other hand down there too. |
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Polly begins exploring inside herself with her left hand. Carl zooms in all the way, capturing Polly's swiftly moving fingers in the frame. |
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Carl Jones: |
Very nice. Now I want you to pick up some of your police items, like the baton. |
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Polly looks across the bed, eventually locating the miniature baton. |
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Carl Jones: |
Now I want you to push that inside you as you continue to rub yourself. Can you do that Polly? |
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Polly looks slightly hesitant, drawing the baton closer to her opening, gently squeezing it in. |
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Polly Page: |
Easy! |
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Carl Jones: |
Now keep pushing it in slowly then pulling it out. Go on, let yourself go! |
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Polly slides the baton in and out, gradually becoming very wet. Carl reaches down and unzips himself. He starts to masturbate while he watches Polly. |
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Carl Jones: |
Tell me how it's feeling, Polly. It's not too sore is it? |
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Polly Page: |
No, it's easy. Doesn't hurt a bit. |
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Carl Jones: |
It's a very smooth baton. Try pushing it in a bit further. |
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Carl keeps rubbing himself, getting very excited. Polly pushes the baton deeper inside herself, grunting slightly and continuing to push it in and out, her pace increasing. |
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Carl Jones: |
Keep rubbing with your other hand. This is fun, remember! Pretend you're chasing after a criminal and you just caught him and you're feeling really good about it. |
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Polly tries to co-operate, however not managing it. Carl sighs and walks over to Polly, still rubbing his erection. |
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Carl Jones: |
Give me the baton. Keep rubbing yourself, though. |
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Polly looks up at him reluctantly, passing the object over. Carl turns to face the camera and slowly licks the juice off the baton. He grins then directs Polly to move sideways on the bed. |
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Carl Jones: |
Lie still and I'll show you how to do this properly! |
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Polly spreads her legs, looking up fearfully at him. Carl walks around and puts his head in between Polly's legs. He slowly picks up the baton and positions it at her entrance. |
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Carl Jones: |
Just lie still and enjoy this. I won't be rough. |
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Polly Page: |
Okay, but don't make it hurt, pwease. |
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Carl Jones: |
It won't. Just keep touching yourself and it will feel nice, I promise. |
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Polly nods and increases the speed of her fingers. Carl takes a deep breath then slowly and deliberately pushes the baton inside Polly. The path is well lubricated and he pushes it in, almost up to the hilt. Polly gasps. |
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Polly Page: |
That hurts! |
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Carl pulls the baton back a little bit. |
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Carl Jones: |
Better now? |
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Polly nods, still scared. |
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Polly Page: |
It's okay. |
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Carl smiles then pushes the baton back inside Polly. He pulls it in and out of her regularly, establishing a fluid motion. |
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Carl Jones: |
You're getting very wet. I bet you're loving this! |
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Polly tilts her body slightly, allowing him deeper penetration. |
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Polly Page: |
Oh, yeah... |
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Carl Jones: |
It's not every little girl that gets this sort of special treatment. You should be grateful! |
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Carl thrusts slightly deeper into Polly with the stick. Polly lets out a low moan, her breathing sharp and rapid as her eyes drop closed. |
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Polly Page: |
Yeah, that's really nice. |
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Carl pulls his other hand from his erection and starts to play with Polly's clit and lips. He leaves the baton deep inside Polly for the moment and caresses her breasts with his other hand. |
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Carl Jones: |
Wow, you're really loving this. I don't think I've ever seen a kid get so much pleasure out of this before! |
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Polly rocks gently, panting. |
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Polly Page: |
I've had a lot of experience at enjoying this, big guy. |
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Carl pulls his head back and laughs. |
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Carl Jones: |
Well the baton's probably bigger than I am. |
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Carl moves his hand back downwards and grabs the baton with both palms. |
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Polly Page: |
That might explain it. Oh, yeah.. that's really, really... |
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Polly trails off in a long moan. |
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Carl Jones: |
Now I'm going to try to really penetrate you and it will probably hurt a bit. Are you okay? |
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Polly groans in response. |
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Carl Jones: |
If it hurts too much, just say and I'll pull out. Okay? |
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Polly nods slowly. |
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Carl Jones: |
God you've got a lot of room in there! |
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Carl shuts his eyes and slams the baton deep inside Polly's opening. His fingers end up pushed against her lips as Polly squeals in unparalleled agony, simultaneously reaching orgasm. He quickly removes the sticky baton, as a trickle of blood trails down Polly's right thigh. Carl stands up and lets the baton drop to the floor. He towers over Polly and rubs his erection furiously until he orgasms too. Spurts of come dribble onto Polly's bare stomach and stain her crisp white police shirt. Carl moans as he finishes and looks down at Polly, who continues sobbing, still feeling very sore and nauseous. |
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Carl Jones: |
Ten out of ten, sweetheart. You have the makings of a real star! |
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Carl walks back over to the video camera and flicks it off at the switch. |
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Carl Jones: |
Are you all right? Didn't hurt you too much did I? |
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Polly chews on a thumbnail, curling into a tight ball. |
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Polly Page: |
Yeth. |
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Carl Jones: |
Well I'm sorry. You just seemed to be enjoying it so much that I went a bit too far. Never mind. |
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Carl throws a towel at Polly. |
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Carl Jones: |
Clean yourself up. I don't want your pimp seeing that blood. |
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Polly's chin quivers as she sits up, slowly getting to her feet. |
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Polly Page: |
I, I don't feel well. |
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Carl walks over to the bed and sits down next to Polly. He puts his arm around her and gently rubs the area between her legs with his other hand. |
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Carl Jones: |
You're just a bit sore. Don't worry, I know it feels odd but the more you do it the better it feels. You had a good time, didn't you? |
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Polly shakes her head. |
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Polly Page: |
My stomach hurts and I feel sick. |
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Carl Jones: |
I'm sorry. Here, you can have a hot bath and I'll see if I can find some tablets for you. You were brilliant, darling. Really brilliant. |
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Polly nods slowly as he leads her towards the bathroom, running a nice hot bath, full of bubbles. He then sits on a nearby seat with Polly on his lap. |
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Carl Jones: |
Let's take the rest of this uniform off, shall we? |
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Polly nods sleepily, pulling her arms out of the shirt. Carl slides his hands around Polly's sides and pulls her skirt off. He takes the hat and the assorted police accessories and is left with Polly naked on his lap. Carl gently moves her around so that she is sitting in his lap facing him. He softly kisses her cheek. |
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Carl Jones: |
Do you feel a bit better now? |
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Polly nods with a slight yawn. |
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Polly Page: |
It still hurts my stomach though. |
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Carl moves his hands downwards and rubs Polly's stomach gently. |
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Carl Jones: |
Don't worry, you'll be fine. What part of the evening did you like the most? |
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Polly shrugs, struggling to keep her eyes open. |
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Polly Page: |
The arresting bit was the best. I didn't like the other stuff much. |
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Carl lifts Polly up and lowers her into the bath. |
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Carl Jones: |
You liked the last bit, though, didn't you? Until the end bit with the baton. |
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Carl splashes Polly's upper body as her lower body soaks. Polly winces as the warm water touches her raw flesh. Carl sighs. |
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Carl Jones: |
Would you like to be a model when you grow up, darling? |
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Polly shrugs. |
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Polly Page: |
I dunno. I'd like to be a vet. Or a doctor. |
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Carl Jones: |
You should think about becoming a model. Or maybe an actress. You were great in front of the camera back there. |
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Carl turns the taps off as Polly is soaking nicely. |
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Polly Page: |
Yeah, but I don't like any of that. I only do it because he makes me. |
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Carl Jones: |
Your pimp? |
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Carl soaps Polly's body into a lather and starts to clean her up. |
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Polly Page: |
Gweg. My stepdad. |
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Carl Jones: |
Your stepdad is your pimp? |
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Polly nods wearily. |
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Carl Jones: |
Never heard of that before, but I guess it's easier to keep it in the family. Does your Mum know? |
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Polly shakes her head, chewing on her lip. |
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Polly Page: |
No way. She's never at home anyway. |
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Carl Jones: |
How did it start? |
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Carl massages shampoo through Polly's hair. |
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Polly Page: |
I dunno, I was doing stuff with him for ages and then he just had one of his friends come over one day. That was it. |
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Carl sighs. |
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Carl Jones: |
Do you like it? Living like this? |
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Polly sobs lightly. |
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Polly Page: |
But what choice do I have? |
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Carl shrugs his shoulders. |
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Carl Jones: |
None I guess. But when you're older you should get rid of your stepdad and move up a few notches. You have a lot of potential and it'd be a shame to see that go to waste. |
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Carl gets to his feet and walks over to the door. |
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Carl Jones: |
Your pimp will be here soon. Make sure you're ready for him. |
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Polly looks over soullessly at the man, nodding in defeat. |
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Continue...
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