Why Are You Doing This!? Scene opens on Alison Emma Hix, who is in her living room, pacing nervously. She is clearly worried about something. She hears a knock at the door and hurries to answer it. Her boyfriend Bradley Lucas Frost is there. He greets her, kissing her on the cheek as he walks into the house like he owns the place. He loudly sits down on the couch and puts his feet on the coffee table obnoxiously. So tonights the night huh?, Bradley leers at Alison. I dont think I can do this, she says worriedly, still standing. Baby, come here, he says, motioning for her to sit on the couch next to him. When she moves to sit down, he instead grabs her around the waist and pulls her onto his lap. She lets out a surprised gasp. Baby, you know I love you right? he asks smoothly. She says yeah quietly. And hes not making her do anything she doesnt want to do, right?, he says. Its her choice, but she knows whats going to happen if she doesnt do it, he continues, raising his eyebrow. Her eyes go wide as she stares at him, frozen. I dont want that to happen, but if you dont do what we agreed on, I WILL make sure it happens, Bradley says icily. But dont even worry, shes going to love it, he adds. She nods, still extremely nervous but clearly acquiescing to his demands. He looks her up and down like shes an object hes appraising. You look like a nice little slut, he says, his formerly kind tone completely replaced by one that is vaguely sinister. He kisses her hard. Are you my little slut? he asks her. Yeah baby, she responds. And youre gonna eat her fucking pussy right, arent you? he asks, reaching around and grabbing her ass. Yes baby, she says, gasping. Fuck yeah you are...and Im gonna watch you do it, he says. Just then, they hear a key being inserted into the lock. And there she is now. She has no idea what we have planned for her tonight, he says, a sleazy grin plastering his face. The door opens and Connie Sarah Vandella walks in. Immediately, Bradley separates himself from Alison and his sleazy grin transforms into a polite and welcoming smile. Connie smiles and says hello. Hi...Mom, Alison says. CUT TO TITLE PLATE Cut to the dinner table, where the three have just finished eating dinner. That was delicious, Connie, Bradley says. Oh thank you Brad, Connie returns his grin. Its Bradley, he corrects her, the agreeable and positive image he projects faltering for a moment as an edge of anger creeps into his voice. Oh, shes sorry, she forgot, Connie says, somewhat taken aback by the glimpse of what lies beneath Bradleys surface. Thats ok!, Bradley says, flashing her a charming grin as he snaps back to his friendly appearance. Alison seems distracted, perhaps focused on the task that lays ahead of her. And hows the house? Everything good here?, Bradley asks, waving his hand around the room. Connie tells him that its wonderful and thanks Bradley again for everything hes done. It was so tough after the accident, with her husband gone...and of course she couldnt work anymore...,Connie says sadly. Bradley nods, pretending to be sympathetic. So when Bradley came along, she was just so happy that Alison had someone, Connie continues. And then he arranged for his dad to help them with this place...Connie continues. Youve really been a godsend, Connie says to Bradley, smiling warmly at him. Oh its really nothing, Bradley says with false modesty. Its not nothing. Theres no way wed be able to afford this place if your dad didnt own it and hadnt given us a discount on the rent, Connie says appreciatively. Its no problem at all, he says, with a faux sweet smile. Anything for my girl, he adds, kissing Alison on the cheek but then leaning in close to her ear and whispering Do it now. Alison looks at Bradley pleadingly. Connie begins to clear her plate, putting her napkin and cutlery on it, so is too distracted to see the exchange between Connie and Bradley. Bradley, through gritted teeth, motions her to get on with it. Alison takes a deep breath. Mom...theres something I wanted to talk to you about...something...private, Alison says hesitantly. Sure, whats going on honey?, Connie asks brightly. Well..., Alison clears her throat, trailing off. Bradley, playing his part, steps in. Why dont they go to Connies bedroom, where they can speak privately and he can wash the dishes while they talk?, Bradley suggests. Thats so nice, thank you Bradley, Connie says. Connie and Alison get up and leave the room. Bradley pretends to shuffle the dishes around, watching Alison and Connie as they leave. He listens for a moment, and once hes satisfied that theyre in Connies bedroom, he leaves the kitchen. Cut to an overtheshoulder shot of Bradley as he quietly creeps down the hall, arriving at the open door of Connies bedroom. We see Alison and Connie talking as he watches. They are sitting on Connies bed together. So what is it honey?, Connie asks. Alison is frozen in nervousness. Ive been having these...thoughts lately Mom, Alison says, looking up at her mom. What kind of thoughts?, asks Connie. Thoughts about...you, Alison says slowly. Thoughts about me? What does that mean exactly? Connie asks, a little wary. Ive just started to...look at you differently. I mean, youre so...beautiful, Alison says. I just....I think I love you, Alison says. I love you too honey. Even though Im not your biological mom, you dont ever need to doubt that, Connie says tenderly. No no I mean...Im IN love with you, Alison says. Here we go, Bradley whispers to himself, fondling his crotch in anticipation, seal the deal baby. Oh my god, Connie says softly, her mouth wide in shock. I know Im your stepmom Alison, but for all intents and purposes, Im still your MOM, and there are boundaries that mothers and daughters dont cross, Connie says patiently and firmly. You do understand that, dont you honey? Connie asks. I know Mom, Im not a kid. Im 18yearsold, I get how these things work, but I just...I cant deny how I feel. I had to tell you I want to be with you, Alison says, putting her hand on Connies knee. Oh no, no Connie laments, they cant do this, its completely inappropriate. Connie softly removes Alisons hand from her leg. I know how lonely youve been since my dad died, Alison says, sliding her hand under Connies skirt between her legs. Connie removes Alisons hand from under her skirt. Alison, stop this right now! Whats gotten into you?! Your boyfriend is right downstairs! Connie says fiercely. I dont care, Alison whispers desperately and again slips her hand between her moms legs. Despite her misgivings, Connie is clearly thirsting for human touch and doesnt resist this time. She gasps as Alison rubs her pussy while she kisses Connies neck. However, she seems just about to come to her senses and push Alison away when seeing this, Bradley chooses this moment to make his entrance, pretending that he just stumbled upon the scene by accident. Just wanted tooh my god!, he exclaims. Connie snaps her eyes open, abruptly moving away from her daughter. Connie looks horrified. Alison doesnt look surprised to see Bradley since this was all part of the plan. Connie exhales loudly, smoothing out her skirt. Bradley this isnt she stammers. Oh please. I know exactly what this is, he says with a smarmy tone and plops down into the chair that faces the bed. Carry on, he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. Ccarry on?! Nothing was happening, I swear to you Bradley, we were just talking and then suddenly..., Connie says frantically. Bradley insists that he knows what he saw. Connie and Alison are going to get back to what they were doing when he came in, Bradley says. And Im going to sit right here. And Im going to watch, Bradley says. Just like we talked about, right baby? he asks Alison. Alison doesnt answer, instead looking down at her lap, deeply ashamed. Connie looks at her daughter. You...knew about this?! So all that talk about being in love with me,...that was all to get me to do this with you...for HIM?! she asks Alison. Alison looks up from her lap to her mom. Please Mom I, Alison begins, but Bradley cuts her off. Fucking right she knew about it, he wanted them to put on a little show, so he told Alison that she needed to make it happen, Bradley says. And Alison does what I say. Because she knows exactly what the consequences will be if she doesnt, Bradley says threateningly. Youre disgusting, get the fuck out of my house! Connie yells at Bradley angrily. Well, he guesses hell have to tell her about those consequences then, Bradley says. You see, thats just it. This ISNT your house, Bradley says calmly. Connies brow furrows as she contemplates the implications of his question. Thats right, its not, its my fathers property, Bradley continues. And his father loves him very much, so if Bradley asks him to, hell evict Connie and Alison so fast that itll make their fucking heads spin, Bradley says. So I suggest...that you both...Take. Off. Your. Fucking. Clothes, Bradley says menacingly. There is a long silence. You seemed so...nice, Connie says, almost to herself as she shakes her head in disbelief. He is nice, he just gets...bored sometimes, Bradley says absently. Youre doing this because youre BORED?! How can you be so cruel? Connie asks softly, horrified. Who knows really?, Bradley asks rhetorically. Maybe its because hes rich and entitled?, or because he likes being in control?, or because his mommy left him when he was a little baby?, Bradley asks gleefully, mock crying as he mentions his mommy. Or maybe its just because...why the fuck not? laughs Bradley sadistically. So you have a choice Are you going to hit the sheets or hit the streets? Bradley asks. Hit the streets or hit the sheets? Thats pretty good huh? I came up with it while I was driving over here! Bradley laughs. So whats it gonna be?, he asks, his laughter stopping abruptly. Connie looks at Bradley with pure rage and terror. Realizing that she only really has one option, she turns to Alison. She puts her hand on her daughters knee and leans in reluctantly for a kiss. No, stop. I need to hear you say it, otherwise, its no fun. Is this what you want? Bradley asks. Yes, Connie says quietly through gritted teeth. Yes baby, Alison says numbly. Good choice, Bradley says. Now, Connie? Fuck your fucking slut daughter please, Bradley says evenly. Flashing Bradley a look of hatred, Connie turns to her daughter. They begin to kiss and Alison slides down between her moms legs, slipping her panties off. Alison licks Connies clit hungrily as her mom gasps, unable to conceal her pleasure while Bradley watches. But theyll find out soon enough that Bradley wants to do a lot more than just watch, and Bradley ALWAYS gets what he wants...
