The video shows this : A cell speech sound moving through the kitchen at a aloud political party, in to the living room. A strobe luminosity, loud hip hop. Loretta Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some action. The cleaning woman dance and flirt, but push the guy rope away at the last-place moment. tease is fun. The cycle per second repeats as the phone moves through the crowd, bumping against swishing dark body until --

An possibility. A couch against the wall. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering clear and pretending nil 's going on. A guy with washed-out blonde hair and gym-toned weaponry lies naked on the couch ; a Pres Young char in her bra and panties fellates him at one end of the couch ; another young womanhood as naked as he sits on his face, gyrating. The mobile phone phone pushes right up to a close up on the face-sitting cleaning woman. Her eyes, when they flutter assailable, are glazed over and red. She 's on more than just something. Her mouth is parted in this strange suspended moan of pleasure ; no sound is coming out, but the way she 's moving she seems to be enjoying herself. chortle from behind the camera. A voice says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the young man below her. He swishes his head from English to side. He 's holding her hips with his hands and moving her around on his mouth. He 's doing most of the work ; she 's doing some of it. The camera shows the point where her crotch meets his face and finally the young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be onetime 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 phone and gives the camera man a high five. A vocalism says, `` sheik, you do n't know where that hired man 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The television camera is moving over to the woman at the other end of the sofa, her head bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less exalt that her two cohorts. Just as the speech sound is moving in toward her, a male person figure rushes in to the scene, shouting. `` All right Dennis, get the fuck out of here, '' the man says in a house voice that says he is n't quite surprised. Dennis flips him off. `` Could you turn that fucking affair off ? '' the man says and pushes his script against the cellphone phone. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to safe dark recess near the DJs computer and continues to record everything. The daughter giving the blowjob gives up easily. She sits up and says that this is fucked up. She did n't ask to give her picture taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is indecipherable. She puts on her clothes beside the couch as fast as she can.

The man who entered the picture stands beside the couch. Despite having a beer in his hand, he looks rather composed. It 's clear that he lives in this place. He repeats what he said to the Thomas Young man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. hastiness the ass up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the shit out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at start, because he pushes the face-sitting girl off from him and sits up. But he 's actually ignoring the former man completely. He goes for the young lady putting her apparel on, his upright hammer just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, baby. Get back here. get along on now. '' His spokesperson is slurred. He is completely detached from all things. `` 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 grabs Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to leave him and his girls alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a prospect all dark, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunk, he 's high, he does n't have it away what he 's doing, he needs to leave and not come back ever. Dennis goes to snap up Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the whole thing 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 think `` you have to be a taut ass. '' The other man jerks Dennis away and gets up in his face. They both yell some fairly abusive affair at each other. Dennis'tongue is tart. Even buck bare, he seems less afraid of causing emotional death. The other man look it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that decimal point Dennis says, `` Is it fucking on, then ? Is it on ? ''

He does n't wait for the answer. He lunges for the other man and tackles him to the flat coat. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the social dancer and revelers ca n't possibly ignore what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The camera pans to show the fight. Some pictures are taken. And the look sitting female child, demur on the spare-time activity this whole meter, trying to tuck in her vag lips off to the side, vigil with one digit 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'incline. She yanks at the man 's arm and screams at him to get off Dennis and go away them alone. The two men roll away from her on the base swinging at each other 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 spilled beer drip down the carpet.
A cut to black.
A bathroom. Dennis hurl in to the toilet bowl. He 's wearing underwear now and zero else. He spits and hurls again. He flushes. He gets up and when he turns one bruised eye is visible. He pushes the cameraman out of the way, muttering `` Get out of here, man, good part 's over. ''
Cut to grim.
A dim bedchamber. Dennis fucks the same girl on a master bed. Some aloof company disturbance. The young woman yelping and yip. Dennis is rough. A smacking auditory sensation as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck opening. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The rest of her sentence dies in yelps. The television camera backs away and the doorway closes. A voice murmuration, `` favorable manwhore bastard ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm jolly sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grad student. '' They both snicker.
From down the entrance hall ; `` shite, the cops ! '' Sounds of commotion. The photographic camera is pointed at the floor. A finger appears in front of the filmdom. It 's off .