Therefore I Am [Script fill] [Prequel]

Transcript

Well, well, well. How about we stop the world for a second, baby? Because I want to get off with you.

Hey gorgeous, I'm safe. You can call me whatever you like, as long as you call me. Oh sweetheart, you can't scare me off with that face.

I've watched each of your friends get whisked off the dance floor one by one. But whenever some guy approaches you, you're lucky you're going to bite their goddamn head off. Lucky for us, I'm into that.

So, how about it, baby? You want to show me them pretty white jaws? You know, I'm not actually sure if those lines have ever worked.

Because I've never met a girl I thought were worth trying them on, until you walked in. So, if you're not here for a hookup, why are you here? The music sucks, the beers are flat and warm, and the Topshop flicker is just the same shit on a different shelf.

Everyone only ever comes here for one thing. Oh yeah, absolutely, that includes me. No, no, no, you're right.

But just because I've never had to try, doesn't mean I won't. I see. Why would I go bother someone else? With the exception of you, I dislike everyone in the room.

Of course I think I'm hot shit. Who was it that said, I think, therefore I am? I think Copernicus might have coined that phrase a couple of years or so before Brutal Who the fuck is René Descartes?

Cute and smartass, huh? Yeah, I have no idea, I dropped out pretty early on. Oh no, I was plain smart enough, but.

.. Strike you as a noble type, do I? No, no sick mom or nothing.

Yeah, they're both still alive, and I'm an only child, so no, no orphan siblings either. You're really trying to put me on some kind of pedestal, huh? Maybe I lied to you a little bit.

I didn't drop out. I was kicked out. Oh, now I've got your attention, huh? I don't actually know how many offenses I racked up before they finally decided I was deemed unfixable.

You like that, huh? The principal actually called me that, to my face. A disrespectful, problematic, unfixable little delinquent.

Told that bitch to hand me a dictionary so I could look up what those words meant and chucked it at his head after. What's with that look? Don't what look, mate? Are you batting your eyelashes right now? Oh, please no, don't stop on my account.

Those are a set of falsies, they're all natural. No, of course it doesn't bother me, baby. I love a woman who puts work into herself.

The longer it takes you to do your makeup, the longer I get to tease myself, imagining the way I'd look smeared on your pillow later. There it is. I knew I could get you to blush for me.

I wonder what else I can get you to do for me. You know, I think my drinks were in this course. I think this is my fourth one this hour.

Might take a while, so feel free to join me. There you are, gorgeous. Shhh, no, don't speak.

I don't want to hear anything else out of that pretty little mouth of yours, except moaning. Maybe screaming, if you'd do me the honor. All right now, hike up that skirt, pretty girl.

Lean against the wall and put your legs on my shoulders. You dirty little slut. You did only come here for one fucking reason.

Why else wouldn't you be wearing any panties? Wipe that embarrassed look off your face. Where's that confidence from earlier? Or have I made my new toy so weak that she's broken already? It's going to be hard for me to fit my face in there.

If you keep squeezing your thighs together, open up for me, baby. What? Scared I can't do it? You're really gonna make me work for this, huh? Fucking effortless.

Mmmmm, fuck me. It's so fucking wet already. I don't know if it's the shitty liquor or just you.

You taste divine. Oh, how about you dip your fingers down here, stick them in the bartender's mouth, and have him make a drink out of it. I probably couldn't afford to look at a bottle of liquor fancy enough to mimic the flavor.

Mmmmm, god, your nails are so fucking sharp. Dig them into my scalp, baby. Goddamn, those tiny little thighs got some strength to them, cutie.

Mmmmm, how hard can you squeeze? I asked you a question. Fucking smartass.

No, you're right, I did say don't speak, just moan. I could fucking moan in that slot. Mmmmm, what do you like more? Little licks here? Or full out sucking? How about just a tiny little nibble to my teeth? Mmmmm, fuck, let it fucking go, that's what I'm talking about.

Crush my goddamn skull, baby girl. You want me to start writing the alphabet with my tongue? Mmmmm, oh, fuck, you're such a good girl.

Squeezing your legs so fucking tight around my face. Oh, you want me to come with you? I know you do.

You're soaking my chin. Mmmmm, I'm still going to be tasting you tomorrow. Mmmmm, God, you're staining my shirt too.

It doesn't matter what kind of issues we make. I'm going to go back out of here. Everyone's going to know what you wrote my face on my shoulders like a desperate little slut.

Mmmmm, and you're going to fucking love it. What did you say about talking, hmm? You want me to shut up? Fucking shut me up then, slut.

Squeeze your legs around my face so I can't fucking breathe. Mmmmm, I'm going to fuck him. Mmmmm, I'm so fucking stupid.

God damn, I haven't been in the stack yet for fucking murder. But I think I might just fucking kill someone for his pussy one day. Fuck, hi.

Sorry, I just started smearing makeup in the disgusting glow of the dying fluorescence. You look immaculate. How's that for a winning vocabulary word, huh? I'll put you down now.

Whoa, hey, easy now. Sorry, did I go a little too hard on you? Okay, smartass.

I'd actually like it if you start talking again. All right, good. I'll, uh, do you want me to call you an Uber? Oh, my turn? Oh, you're too sweet, truly.

But if I'm going to let you make me cum, I'd rather not have whiskey dick. And I'd rather see those falsies on my nightstand the next morning. So you're going to call me, got it? Good girl.

Now, let's get you that Uber.