This is a repost.

In this script, the narrator is slowly blackmailed and dominated by an old college "friend". It involves blackmail and humiliation. I don't know why, but for some reason I heard this one with a British accent when I was writing it.

Over the course of the script, the narrator becomes increasingly intoxicated and, later, increasingly aroused. I've indicated where this might occur in the script, but, of course, it's open to interpretation. Also, the run up to the orgasm at the end of the script would benefit from some improvisation.

This is a reworked version of the first script I posted. I'll delete the earlier version, as this one is better.

Of course, I'm open to suggestion or questions.

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[happy / excited] Alison. Hey… great to see you again. Oh my god… it’s crazy… you haven’t changed since college.

What a cute little bar.

A glass of wine? No, thanks, I don’t really… Oh, you already ordered it.

[uncertain] Uhmm… sure. I’ll have a glass. Thanks.

[changing the subject] I was surprised to hear from you. It’s been what, almost ten years since we graduated? Oh… that’s right… you never graduated, did you. You had to drop out in your last semester. Those uh… rumors about you being… uh… a lesbian. Right. No… uhm… I remember… you tried to kiss me and I uh…. no, I’m sorry about that. I… no, I didn’t handle it very well. Sorry.

[changing the subject] So uhh…. what are you like... doing now? Oh.

Well, uhm…

[condescending] Retail must be interesting… you must uhm… meet a lot of people and stuff?

…

[bright, happy to be talking about herself] Oh yes, I’m doing well. After graduation, I got my accounting certificate and now I’m working at a big firm.

[lowers her voice] Don’t tell anyone, OK? It’s supposed to be a secret… not even my fiancé knows… but I’m up for partnership next month. If that happens, I’ll be the youngest new partner in the firm. It’s so exciting! But… it’s a secret, OK? You really really can’t tell anyone. OK?

…

What? Another glass of wine? Oh, no, I can’t…

[uncertain] I guess... OK. I mean, one more glass is fine. Uhm… thanks…

[happy, changing the subject] Yes, I did say fiancé. I’m engaged. He’s so amazing… here… look, I have some pictures of Brad right here… yes… he is cute, isn’t he.

…

A toast? To Brad? Sure.

[toasting] To Brad! [Optional FX; glasses clinking]

Huh? Oh… no, that’s two glasses of wine already… I really can’t uhm… But…

[giving in] Fine. I’ll have another glass. Just one more, though, ok? I’m already starting to feel it… Remember what a lightweight I am when it comes to alcohol?

[AT THIS POINT, THE SPEAKER STARTS TO BECOME INCREASINGLY INTOXICATED]

Huh? Yes, I did get kind of wasted at the Spring Break party? Uhh… yeah… I mean, I can uh.. sort of remember it… uh... why are you…

…

[angry reaction] What? Oh my god, that was just a stupid rumor. I never did uhhmm…. that… with the football team. Never… I mean, why are you…

What? Look at your phone? Why? I don’t…

…

[shocked, quiet] Oh. My. God. Where…. Where did you get those pictures? I… oh my god…I… thought they were all deleted. Alison… please…

…

[businesslike, trying to regain control of the situation] So. What’s going on? Is this blackmail or something? I mean…. I don’t have a lot of money but…

[Interruption]

What?

[scared] No… please, Alison… those pictures would totally screw up my career… and ruin my chance of being made partner. And my fiancé... Please don’t. I don’t have a lot of money, but I can…

[interruption]

What?

[confused] My uh… want my… panties? Take them off? Alison, I can’t… no… don’t send those pictures out… DON’T! Yes, fine… uh... you want me to take them off here? Uhhm…. fine… I guess no one will see, right? The bar’s not busy. Uhm… yes… OK OK… I’m just reaching uhm… under my... skirt and uh…

[defiant] Fine… there… I did it. You have my panties, OK? So, you won’t send those pictures to anyone, right? What? Taking my panties off was just so we can uh… discuss it? But I thought… OK OK... fine… so… now what? What do you want, Alison?

…

[almost pleading] please… just tell me… Money?

[confused] Uhmm…. you want me to spread my legs? I… I guess I could… I mean, no one can see… right? Like that? Uhm…. you’re joking, right? Rub myself?

[disbelieving] Now? OK… OK, fine… no, I don’t want you to send out those pictures… you know I don’t... uhm… fine… I … I guess… uh….

[starts rubbing] Uhhhh…

I… I’m doing it, OK? Rubbing my uh… my pussy under the table. So, what do you want?

What? I uh…. no, you know why I uh…. reacted the way I did when you kissed me in college, right? I’m not like that, I’m not a dyke…. Uhm… not a lesbian… ok? I’m just not. I have a fiancé.

Is that what you want to uh…. discuss? I mean I…. What?

Yes, you know I am… I’m… rubbing my pussy… under the table…. You’re the one making me, ok? I uh…. NO… oh my god... of course I’m not getting wet… uhm… what? Uhm… I should check? What do you mean? Uhm…. lick my finger? Oh my god... no way… I uh…

OK, fine… yes… I’m getting uhm… wet… uh… from rubbing myself… under the table…. Happy?

AT THIS POINT, THE SPEAKER STARTS TO BECOME INCREASINGLY AROUSED (ADD MOANING AND SUCH)

Uhm… that kiss? Again? I uh…. fine… what do you want to know? No… it didn’t feel… uh… bad when you kissed me…. exactly…. I was just… surprised… I didn’t know that you, uhm…. that you were like that… and I’m… not like that and I uhm…

…

Huh? Oh my god… why… why do you keep wanting me to like… say that? OK… fine, I’ll say it.

Yes, Alison, I’m rubbing my uh… my pussy under the table... uhmm… yes... I’m wet… ok? Happy?

Yes… I’m sorry… I’m sorry how I reacted in college, when you uhm… kissed me… OK? I was just uhm… surprised, OK?

Why should you believe me? It’s true! I am sorry. I uh… yes… OK, I’m rubbing my pussy under the table and I uhm… its wet… uh… very wet… and I’m like… uh… really sorry… OK? Please… believe me, Alison. I’m uh.. sorry I called you uhm… a stupid dyke bitch and uhmm… Please… I’m sorry… please believe me…

[almost begging] No Alison… please don’t send out those pictures… please… I… I have a fiancé… and a career…

[surprised reaction] Uhm…. What??? Are you serious? Uhmm…

OK OK OK… I’m sorry... uhm… Alison, I… I’m sorry I reacted uhm… badly when you tried to like… kiss me in college… ok? I uh… please… kiss me again, Alison… please… my pussy… it’s so wet… please uhm… please kiss me Alison… I uh.. need it… please…

[They kiss]

MMmmmm….

Ohhh…. I’m sorry… Yes, I’m rubbing my pussy for you… thank you for giving me another chance and uhm… for kissing me…. Please…. Uhm… again? I uh… please Alison… please kiss me…

[They kiss]

MMmmphhhh… ohhh….. please… uh… Alison…. I need to uh… to orgasm… please… uhm…. what? I uh… please… let me cum… please Alison... uh…

… Call you Miss? Uhm…

Please Alison… uh… Miss… please Miss… let me cum… please…

I… I’m playing with my pussy under the table for you Miss… please… I’m sorry I uh… acted like such a bitch when you kissed me in college… please Miss… I’m really really sorry… please uh… can I cum now, Miss?

Please?

Thank… you Miss… uhm… thank you…

[She orgasms]

OOHHHHHHH!!!!

…

Uhm… I uhhm… I did it.

…

Yes, you know… I orgasmed. What? OK… yes, I came, Alison. Uhm… Miss… I uh... came for you, Miss.

OK?

I… yes, I know…. The waitress…. She saw… oh my god… I’m so embarrassed. I’m so embarrassed. Oh my god…

[trying to take control] So… I did what you wanted, OK? You won’t send out those pictures… right?

What? My phone? Why?

OK… Yes… uhmm… OK, fine… I just changed the password to your name. Here, take it. But what are you… oh? OK… I see you’ve put your number in… yes, I get it... I have your number, you have mine… uhh.. what? And you have Brad’s number too? But…please… don’t send him those pictures… please…

What? I uhm… haven’t I uh… done enough?

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[defeated, submissive] No. I uh… I get it. Uhm… I’ll answer when you call, Miss. Yes… I know what will happen if I don’t.

Yes, Miss. I understand.

I’ll behave.