A New Script

“Jason? What the hell are you doing here?” Alicia exclaimed, dropping her groceries on the stand next to the door. Her fiancé, Zack, entered their home a few moments behind her, and looked similarly shocked and angry at the unexpected guest currently sitting at their kitchen table.

“Hey Alicia, ‘sup Zack? How are you two cheaters doing?” Jason said in a snarky tone, venom dripping from his words as he sneered at them, not even trying to hide his contempt from his expression.

“I said what the hell are you doing here Jason? This is our home, you can’t be here! We broke up years ago; are you seriously still not over it?” Alicia asked, clearly angered at her ex-boyfriend for intruding into her home.

“We didn’t break up. You cheated on me. With him.” He declared sternly, nodding his head towards Zack. “And as for what I am doing here, I think a little payback is in order for all the emotional trauma you put me through.” As he spoke, he rearranged two small stacks of paper placed on the table before him.

“This is crazy.” Alicia huffed in disbelief. “Digging up the past like some obsessed freak who can’t get over a breakup that happened years ago, breaking into our home to give us… what are even those? Legal papers? Blackmail? You know what? I don’t even care anymore. Zack, call the cops. I want this man out of our house, now!”

As Zack fumbled for his phone, Jason let out a dry chuckle, getting up from his seat and grabbing the stacks of paper, one in each hand, before walking over to them.

“No, no, these aren’t anything like that. These are scripts. Scripts that I wrote with an ancient typewriter with certain… properties. Here, read them. I’m sure you will find them very interesting.” He smiled, a cold and wide smile that felt disingenuous, more predatory than friendly as he proffered the papers to them, one stack to Alice and one to Jack.

Confusion and curiosity momentarily pierced through the veil of their anger, and they each took the papers in their hands. Alicia gave him a questioning stare before glancing down at the paper, anger resurging in an instant as she read the header.

“Skanky Hooker? What the hell is that supposed to mean.” She exclaimed as her eyes snapped back to her ex-boyfriend who still stood there, smirking.

“Perverted John? Are you implying something freak?” Zack stepped forward with an aggressive demeanor, but Jason didn’t step back or look intimidated at all.

“Oh, I’m not implying anything. Think of life as a play, and these are the new roles that I have assigned to you. Everybody ready? 3… 2… 1… Action!”

He clapped his hand as he yelled Action, and immediately both Alicia and Zack stiffened, their eyes going wide with shock and fear, before becoming blank and unfocused, staring right at the sheets of paper in their hands. It took a moment for them to start moving again, their eyes returning to life, but showing no signs of the fear, or the anger that had inhabited them moments before. As they stirred into movement, the papers rapidly burned up in their hands, vanishing from existence, their words writing themselves in the minds of the ones who held them, rewriting their roles, their very identities.

A placid, disinterested look spread on Alicia’s face as she cocked her hips, her gaze roaming around the house before stopping on Zack, who was ogling her with wide eyes, his stare seeming to stick to her every curve.

“So, are we doing this or what?” She spat impatiently at the man she had promised to love and cherish forever. “You wanna do it right here or do it in the bedroom?”

“Uhm… right here is fine…” Stammered Zack, clearly intimidated by the beautiful woman standing before him. “Can I… Can I see your tits?” Gone was the confident young man he had been moments before, replaced by a lecherous pervert, obsessed with the female body, too awkward and creepy to land himself a date, debasing himself to paying for female companionship as a desperate last resort to sate his urges and desires.

“Yeah, sure, I guess… You are paying after all.” Alicia said uncertainly, visibly creeped out by her newest customer, as she raised her tank top, revealing that she was not wearing any bra underneath. Immediately Zack’s eyes focused on them, his mouth opening slightly, giving him the look of a drooling idiot, which wasn’t too far from the truth. “Ugh…” Alicia groaned in disgust. But money was money, and a skanky hooker like her couldn’t afford to be picky with clients, especially with the low rates she was charging. “Can you at least show me what I’m working with?” She asked, pointing to his trousers.

Without hesitation, he dropped them, as if he was waiting eagerly to expose himself to her in all of his glory. Except there was no glory to be found in the stubby little dick he presented to her.

“Alright, well I can see why you have trouble getting laid… That, and other things…” She muttered, clearly not impressed. Zack however was not discouraged; in fact, the insult only seemed to make him harder as he started stroking his cock right there in front of her.

The whole time Jason stood to the side, admiring his handiwork, his two victims too ingrained in their new roles to notice him, focused on speaking out their new script, reading their lines and acting their parts. He sat back down on the kitchen chair, observing the action from afar as his ex and the guy he cheated on kept on playing the roles he had created for them.

“So… let’s get going with this, I have places to be and people to fuck. You want me on the couch? You wanna take me from behind? Or do you wanna…”

She didn’t even get a chance to finish speaking that he blurted out: “I want you to sit on my face!” with a little too much enthusiasm, and a hint of desperation.

Clearly this was not a spur of the moment fantasy he had just thought of right now. This was premeditated, a filthy fetish that he could never have enacted without paying a prostitute to do it. She looked a little freaked out, but the man was a paying customer, and who was she to deny him his request?

“Sure… I guess… Did you want me to suck it or jerk you off while I…” Once again, she was interrupted by her client.

“No! I just… really want you to smother my face between your ass cheeks!” He said, still jerking off slowly, the idea of it seemingly arousing him quite a lot.

She looked at his with more than a little disgust but still shrugged and accepted.

“Alright then, go lay down while I undress…”

He got in position, but his eyes never left her as she pulled her booty shorts off, revealing her lack of panties. Soon he was laying on the couch, with her perched on top of him, his hands gripping her thighs as his tongue was vigorously licking her behind, making her moan in pleasure. Despite her earlier reluctance and seeming freaked out by the perverted man’s demands, she new seemed to be taking great pleasure in indulging in his twisted fantasy of being sat on by a woman, grinding her pelvis against his face as he buried himself deeper in her ass.

At one point Zach had started jerking off while eating out Alicia’s ass, and it didn’t take long for him to erupt, spurting jizz over his stomach and his hand. Alicia had a satisfied look on her face, and despite the unconventional session and not having cum herself, she had found the whole experience to be oddly satisfying, a nice change of pace from getting fucked from behind or sucking dick behind a dumpster…

For a moment truth flashed in her mind. She had never sucked dick behind a dumpster or fucked strangers for money! And Zach… Zach wasn’t some creepy pervert with a face sitting fetish! She turned to Jason, who was still sitting there with a malicious grin, but before she could cry out of help, plead to change back, the script took over once more, and she raised her ass off of Zach’s face standing up and demanding payment for her services as she got dressed again, ready to hit the streets to find another potential client. The night was still young, and there was a lot more dicks to suck and fuck.