Kidskin These Days ( 10 )


The video shows this : A cell headphone moving through the kitchen at a loud party, in to the living elbow room. A strobe visible light, gimcrack hip hop. Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some activeness. The women dance and vamper, but push the guys away at the live on moment. tantalization is fun. The cycle repeats as the phone moves through the bunch, bumping against swishing disconsolate bodies until --

An opening. A sofa against the wall. Some citizenry are watching and laughing, others are steering clear and pretending nix 's going on. A guy with bleached blonde pilus and gym-toned arms lies naked on the couch ; a young cleaning woman in her bra and panty fellates him at one end of the lounge ; another young woman as nude as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cell speech sound energy right up to a close up on the face-sitting woman. Her eyes, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She 's on more than than just something. Her sass is parted in this strange suspended moan of pleasure ; no speech sound is coming out, but the way she 's moving she seems to be enjoying herself. chuckle from behind the television camera. A voice says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the untried man below her. He swishes his head from position to side. He 's holding her pelvic arch with his hand and moving her around on his mouth. He 's doing most of the work ; she 's doing some of it. The camera shows the peak where her crotch meets his brass and finally the young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than 19. Some sinless 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 hired man to the person behind the cell phone and gives the camera man a high five. A voice says, `` Dude, you do n't know where that hand 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The camera is moving over to the woman at the other end of the couch, her head bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-aware. She seems less inebriated that her two cohorts. Just as the phone is moving in toward her, a male human body flush in to the conniption, shouting. `` All rectify Dennis, get the piece of ass out of here, '' the man says in a firm part 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 helping hand against the cubicle phone. The tv camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to safe dark corner near the DJs calculator and continues to record everything. The girlfriend giving the cock sucking gives up easily. She sits up and says that this is fucked up. She did n't ask to deliver her word-painting taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is unclear. She puts on her apparel beside the couch as fast as she can.

The man who entered the panorama stands beside the sofa. Despite having a beer in his hired hand, he looks rather composed. It 's clear that he lives in this blank space. He repeats what he said to the Danton True Young man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. rushing the screwing up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the prick out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at first, because he pushes the face-sitting girlfriend off from him and sits up. But he 's actually ignoring the former man completely. He goes for the girl putting her wearing apparel on, his erect cock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. come on now. '' His voice is slurred. He is completely detached from all thing. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the typeface sitting girl as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the sofa by her arm and grabs Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to will him and his girls alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a scene all night, that he 's blacked out, he 's wino, he 's high, he does n't know what he 's doing, he needs to leave and not come back ever. Dennis goes to take hold of Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the whole affair 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 fast ass. '' The other man jerks Dennis away and gets up in his face. They both yell some fairly abusive matter at each other. Dennis'tongue is acuate. Even buck naked, he seems less afraid of causing emotional demolition. The other man feels it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that tip Dennis says, `` Is it fucking on, then ? Is it on ? ''

He does n't wait for the response. He lunges for the former man and tackles him to the ground. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the dancers and revelers ca n't possibly ignore what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The tv camera pans to picture the fight. Some delineation are taken. And the face sitting young lady, demurrer on the sidelines this solid time, trying to pucker in her vag lips off to the side, watches with one finger's breadth touching her lip as if carefully choosing when to maltreat in. When the clothed man scrambled on top, she steps in. She 's on Dennis'side of meat. She yanks at the man 's arm and screeching at him to get off Dennis and leave behind them alone. The two men roll away from her on the floor vacillation at each former and occasionally hitting. One gets the tactile sensation that Dennis will have his way. He looks like he 's laughing. He 's weirdly unfazed and unashamed. The man 's disgorge beer trickles down the rug.
A cut to black.
A bathroom. Dennis hurls in to the toilet bowling ball. He 's wearing underwear now and null else. He spits and hurls again. He flushes. He gets up and when he turns one bruised eye is seeable. He pushes the camera operator out of the way, muttering `` Get out of here, man, ripe part 's over. ''
Cut to lightlessness.
A dim bedroom. Dennis fucks the same missy on a superior bed. Some distant party disturbance. The daughter yip 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 remainder of her conviction dice in yelps. The camera backs away and the door closes. A voice grumbling, `` lucky manwhore son of a bitch ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm passably sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grade bookman. '' They both snicker.
From down the student residence ; `` dump, the cops ! '' Sounds of hurly burly. The tv camera is pointed at the storey. A fingerbreadth appears in front of the screen. It 's off .
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