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59 lines
3.3 KiB
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The screen fades up from black, to show a dark, rainswept
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street. Centre screen is an old-fashioned telephone
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booth, the kind made out of red-painted wood paneling,
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lit by a single neon street lamp. From down the street
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approaches a girl, about twenty years old, long black
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hair, wearing a leather jacket, a black leather miniskirt,
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and knee-length leather boots. The only sounds are her
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bootheels clacking and the faint whisper of her
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stocking-clad thighs brushing against each other in the
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quietness. The camera tracks her legs, following the
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glint of blue light off the curves of leather-clad thighs
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as she moves. She walks up to the telephone booth, opens
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the door, enters. Inside the booth, we see her pick up
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the receiver. It is one of the late-1970's sort, the one
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shaped like a banana with large round ear- and
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mouth-pieces at either end. This is rather unusual, as the
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coin-box of the phone itself also sports one of those
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cylindrical mouthpieces common on telephones from the
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early 1930's, and is introduced as a deliberate anomaly.
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She taps the handset hook, listening at the receiver.
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Apparently, she hears no dialtone, as she slams the
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coin-box of the phone with the palm of her hand. The
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booth rattles with the blow, and then, in the quiet that
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follows, the door locks itself with a noticeable click.
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Her eyes narrow slightly. She turns to examine the door,
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and then hears a buzz from the handset. She raises her
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eyes in exasperation, then turns back to the phone. She
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puts a coin in the slot, and dials a five-digit number.
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A laugh emanates from the handset, and suddenly, the
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mouthpiece set into the coin-box elongates, thrusting
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itself into her open mouth. The end expands, forcing her
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mouth open, expands further, until it's so big that she
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can't get it out of her mouth. She slams the handset
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against the side of the coinbox, and it tears itself out
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of her grasp, winding its spiral cord around her arms,
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binding them to her sides. The handset then spins
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artfully, and dives up the back of her skirt. In a
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closeup of her face, we see her eyes widen, hear her cries
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muffled by the mouthpiece jammed into her mouth. The
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handset lifts the back of her skirt up, revealing her
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behind, and then slowly forces itself between her
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buttocks, and up her ass, ear-piece first. Her behind
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moves violently from side to side (yet always remaining in
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shot) as she tries to avoid it, but the handset wriggles
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all the way in up to the mouthpiece, accompanied by her
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screams. In a closeup of her face, her eyes widen
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further, and her body is pushed up rhythmically with the
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thrusts of the handset. (A brief shot shows her legs
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waving about as the thrusts lift her off the ground). Her
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screams are now more or less just bestial grunts, as the
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speed of the thrusts increases to a sort of climax, where
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the coinbox buzzes, her cheeks suddenly bulge and the
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mouthpiece stuck in her mouth pops out, spurting white
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fluid over her face. She spews almost a pint of this stuff
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out, coughing and choking, and falls against the coin box,
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from which comes a `ding' sound, and a clink as her coin
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is refunded. The mouthpiece set into the coinbox hangs
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down limply, fluid dripping from the end.
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