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From: gplois@wincom.net (George Lois)
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Subject: "ME, A SHOWOFF?', Script (mf, exib, mast)
Date: Sun, 18 Feb 1996 19:35:17 GMT
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Disclaimer:

If you are offended by graphic scenes of exibitionnism and
masturbation, or are under legal age, exercise your right to delete.

ME, A SHOWOFF?

By George Lois



          

         INT. CARLA'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT

         Carla and her husband Cary are sitting entwined on their 
         living room couch.  He is massaging her bare breasts. She 
         looks at him intently.

                               CARLA
                   I have to tell you something that's 
                   been bothering me for the last couple 
                   years.  No, no, listen to me, Cary, 
                   'cause I really have to tell you.  
                   We've sworm to be totally honest with 
                   each other, right?  So there it is.
                       (pregnant pause)
                   Lately, I've had the weirdest urges 
                   to expose myself to complete strangers.  
                   You heard me right.  And I don't know 
                   where those urges coming from.  Honest, 
                   Cary. I haven't had them since I was, 
                   like, 13.  But they're back now, that's 
                   for sure, and with a vengeance: they  
                   seem to be getting stronger all the 
                   time.  And I really don't want this 
                   to get in the way of our marriage.
                       (beat)
                   What are we gonna do?

                               CARY
                       (concerned)
                   What do you mean, exposing yourself?  
                   In public?  Undressing... nude... in 
                   public?

                               CARLA
                   Yep.  In public.  My private parts.  
                   That... and even worse.

                               CARY
                   Worse?  What're you talkin' about?

                               CARLA
                   Now, you can't get mad.  You promised.

                               CARY
                   Okay. Okay. I won't.
                       (sighs)
                   What'd you do now?

                               CARLA
                   Well, the other day as I was driving 
                   on the open road...

         INT. WOODS -- MORNING FLASHBACK 1

         Parking her car by the dirt road, Carla slips into the nearby

         woods and squats near a tree.  Across a brook, a hunter-type,

         working the fields, sees her and hides behind a bush.

                               CARLA (V.O.)
                   ...I just had this sudden urge to 
                   pee.  I couldn't wait a second longer.  
                   I stopped by the side of the road. As 
                   I pulled my skirt back up, I noticed 
                   this dude.  His eyes were so shiny...  
                   He soon disappeared but I knew he was 
                   still looking. I was suddenly overcome 
                   by this irresistible impulse to want 
                   him to get an eyeful... I was, like, 
                   so turned on by that thought I couldn't 
                   resist showing off for him.

         Pretending to ignore the man, Carla comes out from behind 
         the tree and approaches the water.  Lifting her skirt, she 
         starts to throw handfulls of water on her pussy so as to 
         clean it.

         She then takes her halter top off and, it being a sweltering 
         day, pours water on her breasts also.  Opening her purse, 
         she pulls out a Jergen's lotion container and squirts, like 
         gobs of sperm, jets of white liquid on her chest, which she 
         then massages slowly.  After a minute, she stretches her 
         arms out lazily and lies on her back on the riverbank.

         Pulling up her skirt provocatively, she spreads her legs 
         widely, shooting more lotion on her cunt, which she ends up 
         rubbing more and more extatically ...until her loud climax 
         with her head tilted back and leaves sticking in her hair.

                               CARLA (CONT'D)
                   Just the fact that I knew he was 
                   looking at me excited me 
                   tremendously... Boy, was I turned on!

                               CARY
                   He could've raped you!

                               CARLA
                   Not really.  Besides, a little danger 
                   is part of the thrill of it all!  So 
                   I just rushed back home to you and I 
                   had the most tremendous orgasm...  
                   and you didn't even know about it.

         Flabbergasted, Cary listens.

         INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY FLASHBACK 2

         Attired in stripper scanty clothing, Carla smokes a cigarette

         on her couch.  A video camera watches her from atop her
nearby 
         computer.

                               CARLA (V.O.)
                   And there was this other time... when 
                   I decided to try on this 
                   videoconferencing program on the 
                   Internet.  I advertised my site number 
                   a little in advance on IRC and when a 
                   few dozens people logged on, I was 
                   ready to give them a little show of 
                   my own.

         Looking intently at the camera, Carla, dark glasses on, takes

         out a penis-shaped dildo from her purse and starts licking 
         it.  She spreads her legs.

                               CARLA (CONT'D)
                       (to camera)
                   You like that, uh?  I know you do.  I 
                   know you like naughty girls, don't 
                   you?  It excites me sooo to be naughty 
                   for you.  Oooooh!  I hope you're 
                   stroking your big cock!  Yeeaaah!

         Getting down on her knees, she tosses her underwear aside 
         and spreads out the cheeks of her bare ass for the camera.  
         She then slides a huge dildo in and out of her cunt.

                               CARLA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                   Boy, I was getting so moist from trying 
                   those kinky clothes I bought for the 
                   occasion!  That was so exciting... I 
                   had to finish what I'd started!

         Carla smells the panties she just took off herself.

                               CARLA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                   Too bad you weren't there that day... 
                   I was so horny.

         Finally, Carla comes to a massive climax,pussy juices
dripping down her legs..

         BACK TO SCENE

         Carla looks apprehensively at her husband, who's shaking his 
         head.

                               CARY
                   Why the hell did you do that for?  
                   Even if you had glasses on, you 
                   could've been recognized.  People can 
                   finger you.

                               CARLA
                       (enigmatic smile)
                   I had lots of dirty email that week. 
                   That was kinda fun too

         Then, she looks down and notices her husband's huge erection.

         Her smile widens into a smirk.  She takes his cock out, which

         she starts rubbing slowly.

                               CARLA (CONT'D)
                   Do you think I have a problem, Cary?  You 
                   know, sometimes I feel guilty about 
                   this whole thing.  Maybe I should be 
                   a stripper instead of doing it 
                   everywhere like this... for free.  At 
                   least, I'd get paid for it and it 
                   would be legal.  What d'you think?

                               CARY
                   I think you oughta have your head 
                   examined.

                               CARLA
                   You do, uh?  You wanna know something?  
                   I think you like what I just told 
                   you.

                               CARY
                   I like what you're doing now... is 
                   all!

                               CARLA
                   Don't mean that, idiot!

                               CARY
                       (hoarse)
                   I know this sex therapist husband of 
                   a co-worker.  Maybe you oughta, like, 
                   check out with him?

                               CARLA
                   Maybe WE oughta... know what I mean?

         Hungrily, she swallows his cock into her mouth.  He GASPS.

         They end up mating passionately.  When they finish, her face 
         extatic:

                               CARLA (CONT'D)
                   God, I never came like this... and, 
                   by the sound of it, neither have you... 
                   how come?

         He remains silent.

         EXT. THERAPIST'S OFFICE -- DAY

         Eilleen, in an attempt at persuading her therapist husband 
         to make love, pushes him onto the patient's couch and manages

         to pull his cock out.

                               EILEEN
                   Come on.

                               THERAPIST
                   You nympho, you!  I have an appointment 
                   with this Carla.  She's a new patient.

                               EILEEN
                   So?  It's only in a half-hour.  We 
                   have time for a quickie.

                               THERAPIST
                   She could be early.
                       (sighs)
                   You and your quickies.

         She starts hungrily to suck on his cock.  He GROANS.  After 
         a while, she climbs on the couch and lets him fuck her from 
         behind.

         Just as they climax, the doorbell RINGS.  He pulls out of 
         her.

                               THERAPIST (CONT'D)
                   I told you I had an appointment!

         They start dressing hurriedly.  Eileen slips through the 
         back door.

                               EILEEN
                       (grins)
                   See ya later, alligator.  I got some 
                   shopping to do.

         INT. THERAPIST OFFICE -- DAY

         Carla saunters in the office.  After being waved in by the 
         therapist, JOHNNY, she sits in the chair facing the desk and 
         crosses her legs.

                               THERAPIST
                   I heard about you, Carla.  What can I 
                   do for you?

                               CARLA
                   Doctor--

                               CARY
                   You can call me Johnny.

                               CARLA
                   Johnny, well, I don't know how to 
                   begin.  I'm not sure you can help me 
                   with this, but like my husband told 
                   you over the phone, I think I'be become 
                   an, uh, exhibitionist... and that's 
                   putting kind of a strain on our 
                   marriage.

         Carla crosses her legs the other way and pulls her skirt 
         back up almost shyly.

                               JOHNNY
                   Mmmmm... I see. Are you sure this 
                   thing is the real problem or could it 
                   be something else?

                               CARLA
                   What'd you mean, doc-- I mean, Johnny?

                               JOHNNY
                   Well, you don't have any attachment 
                   to those men you expose yourself to 
                   on the Internet, do you?  You don't 
                   sleep with them, right?  For some 
                   beautiful woman like you, it's only 
                   natural to want to show what nature 
                   gave them.  This ain't against the 
                   law as long as there are consenting 
                   adults involved.  And I don't see 
                   anybody complaining, right?

                               CARLA
                   But Cary said--

                               JOHNNY
                   Your husband is insecure.  I suspect 
                   he gets a kick out of it, just like 
                   any other red-blooded male.  Only he 
                   doesn't want to admit it  because 
                   he's mostly concerned about loosing 
                   you to another man.  And you're not 
                   about to do that, are you?

                               CARLA
                   No, but--

                               JOHNNY
                   You can be a stripper for all I care 
                   and that would be allright.

                               CARLA
                   Doc-- I mean Johnny, my case is worse 
                   than you think.  Can I be brutally 
                   honest with you?

                               JOHNNY
                   You sure can.

                       
	                CARLA
                   Just talking about those things with 
                   you like this gets me horny... 
                   so much that now I even have a urge 
                   to show off my body for you.  The 
                   fact that you're a doctor even adds a 
                   little spice to it.

                               JOHNNY
                     That would be a little unprofession--

         Getting up, Carla has already started to undress and  cavorts

         lasciviously around the office.

                               CARLA
                   Know what I'm thinking right now?  
                   I'm fantasizing about your cock while 
                   I lay on the couch here and masturbate 
                   for you.  I'd like to suck on it--

                               JOHNNY
                       (now sweating)
                   Everybody has fantasies.  Nothing 
                   wrong with that as long as they remain 
                   fantasies, but--

         Carla lays on the couch, lifts her skirt and spreads her 
         legs.  She wears no panties.

                               CARLA
                   Don't worry, doc-- I mean, Johnny.

         Unknoting his tie, Johnny stands up from behind his desk and 
         approaches the couch.  He grabs her arm in a feeble attempt 
         to hoist her up, but she unzips his trousers instead and
starts 
         stroking his erect cock directly over her face.

                               CARLA (CONT'D)
                   See what I'm up to?  Don't you like 
                   me rubbing your dick like this?

         He GROANS in pleasure.  She engulfs his member into her mouth

         as she continues to play with herself.

         After they both come, they get dressed in heavy silence.  
         Clearing his throat uneasily, he leans back behing his desk 
         as she gets ready to leave.

                               JOHNNY
                   That was good, but what happened?

                               CARLA
                   Well, technically, we didn't make 
                   love.  I just got carried away. Sorry.

                               JOHNNY
                   Don't blame yourself.  It takes two 
                   to tango.

         Nearing  the door, Carla turns to him.

                               CARLA
                   Gotta go now.  Just this one last 
                   question, though: you mentionned 
                   stripping and the truth is, I've been 
                   thinking seriously about it...  but 
                   Cary objects to it.  Can you talk to 
                   him, Johnny?

                               JOHNNY
                   Sure. Bring him over next time.

         INT. THERAPIST OFFICE -- NIGHT

         Carla and her husband, Cary, stroll in the office for the 
         joint counseling session. As they sit down, the therapist 
         turns directly to Cary.

                               THERAPIST
                   I'm gonna go directly to the heart of 
                   the matter: maybe it's better that 
                   Carla releases her urges by dancing 
                   naked for men than by keepin' it in.  
                   If she doesn't, she would have to 
                   release her anger and frustration on 
                   you and that would be hazardous to 
                   your relationship, wouldn't it?  Maybe 
                   it's not right to do it in front of 
                   unsuspecting strangers, so I think 
                   the solution would be to let her strip 
                   in appropriate places.  Stands to 
                   reason, doesn't it?

                               CARLA
                   Not to mention the money.  Yep, I 
                   made all the arrangements.  Maybe 
                   I'll get tired of it after a while.  
                   Maybe not.  For now, it gets me hot 
                   just to think about it.  I been 
                   practicin' my little dance number all 
                   week in front of the mirror.  Want me 
                   to show you?

                               JOHNNY
                       (frowns)
                   Is that part of the therapy?

                               CARLA
                   Just put some music on, okay?

         As he does so, Carla clims on the therapist's desk and starts

         gyrating in a lascivious dance.

         After throwing a piece of underwear on her therapist's head, 
         she slips her skirt back on... and walks out laughing on her 
         husband's arm.
George  
gplois@wincom.net
