Kyd These Days ( 10 )


The TV shows this : A cell phone moving through the kitchen at a loud party, in to the animation room. A strobe twinkle, loud hip hop. Danton True Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some natural action. The charwoman dance and flirt, but push the cat away at the last mo. teasing is fun. The cycle repeats as the telephone motion through the crew, bumping against swishing non-white bodies until --

An opening. A couch against the wall. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering clear up and pretending nothing 's going on. A guy with decolour blonde whisker and gym-toned blazon lies naked on the couch ; a young woman in her bra and scanty fellates him at one end of the couch ; another immature woman as naked as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cell telephone set button right up to a ending up on the face-sitting char. Her eyes, when they flutter spread out, are glazed over and red. She 's on to a greater extent than just something. Her mouth is parted in this strange suspended moan of joy ; no speech sound is coming out, but the way she 's moving she seems to be enjoying herself. Chuckles from behind the television camera. A spokesperson says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the Brigham Young man below her. He swishes his caput from English to side. He 's holding her coxa with his hands and moving her around on his sassing. He 's doing most of the study ; she 's doing some of it. The camera shows the point in time where her crotch meets his face and finally the young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be former than XIX. Some innocent baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and eyes that look beyond stoned ; this kid is blacked out. He realizes now that he 's being filmed. This is how he reacts : he grins widely, raises one hand to the person behind the cell earpiece and gives the tv camera man a high five. A part says, `` Dude, you do n't do it where that hand 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The camera is moving over to the woman at the early end of the couch, her head bobbing up and down. She rolls her middle upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less inebriated that her two cohorts. Just as the phone is moving in toward her, a manly flesh bang in to the panorama, shouting. `` All right Dennis, get the piece of ass out of here, '' the man says in a immobile voice that says he is n't quite surprised. Dennis flips him off. `` Could you turn that fucking thing off ? '' the man says and pushes his hand against the cell phone. The photographic camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to prophylactic dark corner near the DJs computer and continues to record everything. The girl giving the blowjob gives up easily. She sits up and says that this is fucked up. She did n't ask to consume her depiction taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is unclear. She puts on her dress beside the redact as fast as she can.

The man who entered the shot stands beside the sofa. Despite having a beer in his hand, he looks rather composed. It 's pass that he lives in this place. He repeats what he said to the Brigham Young man on the lounge. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. rushing the nookie up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the shit out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at first, because he pushes the face-sitting girl off from him and sits up. But he 's actually ignoring the other man completely. He goes for the girl putting her clothes on, his vertical cock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. come on now. '' His part is slurred. He is completely detached from all matter. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the human face sitting girl as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the couch by her arm and grab Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to go out him and his young woman alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a scene all night, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunk, he 's high, he does n't hump what he 's doing, he needs to depart and not come back ever. Dennis goes to grab Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the unharmed matter behind her. He realizes that he 's probably lost her. Therefore -- The two men face off. Dennis shouts back at the man that just because he actually gets pussy does n't mean `` you have to be a pixilated ass. '' The early man dork Dennis away and gets up in his face. They both yell some fairly scurrilous matter at each other. Dennis'clapper is sharper. Even buck bare, he seems less afraid of causing emotional destruction. The other man feels it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that point Dennis says, `` Is it fucking on, then ? Is it on ? ''

He does n't wait for the response. He lunges for the early man and tackles him to the ground. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the terpsichorean and reveler ca n't possibly ignore what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The photographic camera pans to show the fight. Some pictures are taken. And the face sitting lady friend, demurrer on the sidelines this whole clip, trying to tuck in her vag rim off to the side, watches with one finger touching her lip as if carefully choosing when to step in. When the clothed man scrambled on top, she steps in. She 's on Dennis'slope. She yanks at the man 's arm and screams at him to get off Dennis and leave them alone. The two men roll away from her on the floor swinging at each former and occasionally hitting. One gets the feeling that Dennis will have his way. He looks like he 's laughing. He 's weirdly unfazed and unashamed. The man 's spill beer trickles down the carpet.
A cut to black.
A bathroom. Dennis hurls in to the toilet stadium. He 's wearing underwear now and naught else. He spits and cast again. He flushes. He gets up and when he turns one bruised eye is visible. He pushes the camera operator out of the way, muttering `` Get out of here, man, serious part 's over. ''
Cut to smuggled.
A dim bedroom. Dennis fucks the same female child on a lord bed. Some removed party disturbance. The girl yelps and yelp. Dennis is rough. A smacking speech sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The rest of her conviction Dy in yip. The camera backs away and the door closes. A voice grumble, `` lucky manwhore love child ... '' Another vocalisation says, `` I 'm somewhat sure he 's a freshie and she 's a graduate pupil. '' They both snicker.
From down the Hall ; `` diddly-shit, the cops ! '' Sounds of rumpus. The television camera is pointed at the floor. A finger's breadth appears in front of the screen. It 's off .
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