The picture shows this : A cell phone moving through the kitchen at a cheap party, in to the life way. A stroboscope lighter, garish hip hop. Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some action mechanism. The cleaning lady dance and coquette, but push the guys away at the live moment. Teasing is fun. The cycle repeats as the phone moves through the crowd, bumping against swishing disconsolate soundbox until --

An opening. A couch against the paries. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering crystallise and pretending goose egg 's going on. A guy with colored blond haircloth and gym-toned implements of war lies naked on the couch ; a immature woman in her bra and panties fellates him at one end of the sofa ; another Lester Willis Young woman as bare as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cell phone push right up to a close up on the face-sitting fair sex. Her eyes, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She 's on more than just something. Her oral cavity 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 camera. A spokesperson says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the young man below her. He swishes his head from slope to side. He 's holding her hips with his hands and moving her around on his sassing. He 's doing most of the piece of work ; she 's doing some of it. The photographic camera shows the point where her crotch meets his fount and finally the young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than nineteen. Some innocuous baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and middle 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 school five. A voice says, `` swell, 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 former 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 age group. Just as the phone is moving in toward her, a male person figure Rush in to the scenery, shouting. `` All the right way Dennis, get the roll in the hay out of here, '' the man says in a firm 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 camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to secure dark turning point near the DJs computing machine and continues to record everything. The young woman giving the blowjob gives up easily. She sits up and says that this is fucked up. She did n't ask to suffer her word-painting taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is ill-defined. She puts on her wearing apparel beside the couch as fast as she can.

The man who entered the scene stands beside the sofa. Despite having a beer in his hired man, he looks rather composed. It 's exonerate that he lives in this place. He repeats what he said to the immature man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. hurry the fuck up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the cocksucker out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at initiatory, because he pushes the face-sitting daughter off from him and sits up. But he 's actually ignoring the other man completely. He goes for the fille putting her clothes on, his raise cock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, sister. Get back here. fall on now. '' His representative is slurred. He is completely detached from all affair. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the face sitting girlfriend 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 daughter alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a scene all dark, that he 's blacked out, he 's wino, he 's richly, he does n't have a go at it what he 's doing, he needs to leave and not come back ever. Dennis goes to catch Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the unhurt 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 puss does n't mean `` you have to be a rigorous ass. '' The other man jerks Dennis away and gets up in his face. They both yell some fairly scurrilous things at each other. Dennis'natural language is sharper. Even buck naked, he seems to a lesser extent afraid of causing emotional destruction. The former man feels it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that point in time Dennis says, `` Is it fucking on, then ? Is it on ? ''

He does n't wait for the response. He lunges for the other man and tackles him to the ground. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the professional dancer and revelers ca n't possibly ignore what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The camera pans to show the combat. Some pictures are taken. And the face sitting little girl, demur on the spare-time activity this solid time, trying to gather in her vag mouth off to the face, scout with one finger touching her lip as if carefully choosing when to tread 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 screams at him to get off Dennis and leave them alone. The two men roll away from her on the trading floor swinging at each early 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 carpet.
A cut to calamitous.
A bath. Dennis hurl in to the toilet bowl. He 's wearing underwear now and nothing else. He spits and hurl again. He flushes. He gets up and when he turns one bruised eye is visible. He pushes the cinematographer out of the way, muttering `` Get out of here, man, thoroughly part 's over. ''
Cut to black.
A dim bedroom. Dennis fucks the Same girl on a maestro bed. Some distant company noise. The daughter yelps and yelps. Dennis is rough. A smacking sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The rest of her prison term Dy in yelp. The camera backs away and the door closes. A voice mutters, `` golden manwhore illegitimate child ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm jolly sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grad student. '' They both snicker.
From down the Radclyffe Hall ; `` Shit, the cops ! '' Sounds of commotion. The camera is pointed at the story. A fingerbreadth appears in forepart of the screen. It 's off .