She now took everything in silence as the recordings fell into place. Monica wore that fiery red dress, and a certain kind of desire spread through Billy as he watched her alluring figure, playing with her expressions. The shapes intensified.
The way they drew closer, framed through the lens.
INT. MILTON'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
(EFFECTIVE EFFECTS) The bas-relief transforms into clouds and real bodies, its frame vanishing, and...
KEVIN: You were right, weren't you? About me. I mean, I made all the choices, didn't I? Gettys. Cullen. Mary Ann. I killed her, didn't I?
MILTON: Don't be so hard on yourself.
Christabella passes by Kevin, handing him her bra.
CHRISTABELLA: That's it. Forget it. It's all about us now.
MILTON: God, she's just stunning, isn't she?
Christabella lingers, and Kevin leans in… kissing her… just a moment before she pulls away…
KEVIN: You're right. I wanted to fuck her the moment we met.
MILTON: As if that's wrong. As if there were anything wrong with it. As if there could be laws against something so natural. That's our entry point.
(growing excited now)
Did you know that right now, there are more students in law school than there are lawyers on Earth?
(EFX) The bas-relief has turned into an orgy, bodies coming to life in a narcotic haze, and…
MILTON: We're going all the way. You two, all of us, absolution after absolution until the stench rises so high it chokes them all. What we can't legislate, we'll buy. What we can't buy, we'll corrupt. We'll blow every fuse in the enlightenment until it looks like a vandalized neon sign! And while God keeps his sights on us, while he honors us with his disapproval, while he lumbers through his empty kingdom like some overfed colonial governor, while God sleeps in… we'll win. We have a winner, folks!
KEVIN: In the Bible, you lose. You're destined to lose.
MILTON: Consider the source.
Christabella—her hands tracing over his body—
CHRISTABELLA: Stop talking. Both of you.
(Reaching out)
Kevin, please…
(EFX) The bodies stretch, watching as they move past.
CHRISTABELLA (with urgency)
Kevin, really, please…
MILTON
She's right, my son. It's time to step up and take what's yours.
KEVIN: You're right. It's time.
Kevin lifts the gun to his temple, quick and simple. BANG! He blows his brains out. Milton, stunned, disbelieving for a moment, then an aura of fire and heat explodes around him.
MILTON:
Nooooooo…!
…
-Cut. – Director Taylor remarked, knowing that all that remained was to congratulate everyone, though it wouldn't be necessary, as they were about to enjoy a traditional celebration designed for such occasions.
-Please, let's not get worked up. We'll wrap up with a great scene so we can redeem ourselves at the party. – Taylor Hickford announced, ushering everyone into a grand hall where the feast awaited.
The tables were elegantly set with platters of pork, beef, chicken, potato salad, and a variety of choices, including pasta, heavily drenched in sauce—enough to make Monica grimace at the excess, though she continued sampling each dish with appreciation. A rich treat for him.
-I love it when you make that face. – Billy murmured, slipping an arm around her waist. He was utterly enraptured—her bronzed skin, her dress, a temptation to any man. Hee seized her by surprise.
-I like pasta, but you drown it in sauce. It's practically pasta soup. What's with these liquid sauces? I hate when they overwhelm the dish with such a strong aroma. – Monica remarked.
-Then try the meat. It's divine, especially with the mashed potatoes. – Billy suggested.
His hand rested on her thigh, the warmth of his palm seeping through her skin. Her dress barely reached her knees, and she was slightly taken aback when Billy's fingers traced up and down. That was enough—desire clung to her like a second skin, as intoxicating and provocative as a rose of passion.
Her spine straightened, her cheeks flushed. Venus graced the banquet table, her gaze burning like Charlize's, as if surrendering a round, losing to intimacy, slipping into the background. What a disgrace, what an invisible defeat.
-You always eat meat. And you always love it. You eat so much of it—it's surprising how much you enjoy it… Maybe Spain would be good for you. In Galicia, they sell a special kind of meat you'd love. – Monica responded, sweeping her hair back with deliberate care, each strand falling into place just as she liked it.
Billy's hand remained on her thigh, unwavering. A current of electricity pulsed between them, like a sudden bolt of thunder.
The way everything churned within her—the way he took his time—each deliberate touch sparked countless images in her mind.
-You've been so busy with everything… except drawing and drawing. You forget about me. –Shee whispered, so softly yet so tragically.
-You want a trip to Italy, I get it, and we can go. It's just that my schedule has been insane. – Billy admitted, taking her hands, savoring their warmth, their softness.
-I know… It's just hard being alone. – Monica murmured, taking a bite, her gaze sighing in silent longing.
-I want you to take me. I'm only wearing black lingerie. I'm yours—to be claimed. But you're slipping away… from my life.
With a deep breath and the way she uttered those words, she tried not to speak further, but his hands pressing into her legs, gripping a little tighter, spoke of something deeper. A desire simmering, waiting to erupt.
…
the kisses were rough, full of a way of waiting...of people making a quick appearance, a big deal that could be taken without help.
Monica's breasts pressed against Billy's chest, the Italian was filled with an air of sensuality that didn't seem to be something common and easy; it was like the way people took a point. When with a squeeze they, tasted her skin, Monica was more than willing by the way she came and plunged her sex with such a way they both performed a rude detail to her as she cursed, Monica's laughter as she reached orgasm and asked for another bit, her hips danced up and down, and forward and back hard as she felt.
She bit down hard, with the force that would leave a mark, and they squeezed their bodies tightly together. Embraced, as they enjoyed the pleasure, when they began to act with the slightest detail, but the legs came closer.
-There, please, hard, hard. - Billy squeezed her hips and came up; she came undone, in desire as things began to move her with a gesture of discomfort. The desirous past, that carried her with an attachment of wonder.
The two bodies were mirrored, between kisses, embraced, and filled with a movement. She withdrew her body and allowed herself to subtly lower herself to be moved, taking his penis with her fingers, while stroking up and down, Billy arranged her hair and she put her face against him, about to explode, extended her tongue and burst.
Hearing the moans, she knew she did a great job, with her face occupied, she sucked her fingers clean all over. He was ready for a second stroke; what she wanted now was another three rounds, until their bodies were frozen with the deliciousness of desire.
-Yes, what a delight. -
-Then we must do a little politeness. -We must show a little politeness. -
They made love slowly and succulently, slowly and fervently. This time, the way Billy finished was inside her; the next time, on her stomach. And a final one, after a bite to eat, in the wee hours of the morning, they took another trip, a quick dance, and they took three hours later and finished at six in the morning, with Monica full of self-realization at the way she was taken care of.
A smile on her face.
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