By lancellot
| Author Note: | Soap opera script |
Characters:
Maren: 44 year old female; married to Bill; has two children; homemaker
Janice: 45 year old female; Maren’s best friend, divorced, has three adult children, lives alone; realtor
Act 1, scene 1
Setting: The Starbucks on the corner of Lake and Harlem, Chicago, IL. The Time is 5:15pm on a Friday. Janice is seated at a window table sipping a cup of hot Chocolate. She looks out the window, suddenly smiles, and then waves.
Enter: Maren
Maren walks into the Starbucks and heads directly towards Janice. She stops at the table, pulls out a chair, and sits opposite her friend. She is wearing dark shades and an overcoat.
Janice: So what’s so urgent that you had to see me right away? You’re lucky my boss wasn’t in the office or I wouldn’t have…
Maren pulls off her glasses.
Janice’s mouth opens and closes without a word passing her lips. She quickly reaches across the table and grabs Maren’s hands.
Janice: Maren, why are you crying? What’s wrong? My God, are the kids alright? Where are…?
Maren shakes her head, picks up a napkin off the table and dabs at her tear stained eyes.
Maren: They’re fine. I dropped them off at my mother’s. I… I didn’t want them to see me like this. I didn’t want them to be home when Bill came. I didn’t know what I would do when I saw him. Oh God!
Janice turns her head and glances at several customers looking their way. She turns back to Maren.
Janice: Okay, okay, I need you to slow down and tell me what the problem is.
Maren takes a deep breath, and then reaches into her purse. She pulls out a small clear tube and slams it on the table.
Janice: It’s… it’s…
Maren: It’s anal lube.
Janice: I don’t… where did you…?
Maren: I found it in Bill’s car. It was in his glove compartment.
Janice: How did you…?
Maren: He took my car this morning, so he could get the oil changed. He left me his car. I was looking for my spare glasses and there it was. A half empty bottle of anal lube. Half empty! Do you know what this means?
Janice stares at Maren’s quivering lips and bloodshot eyes.
Janice: That he’s…
Maren (shouts): Gay!
Janice: What?
Maren: My husband is gay. He’s on the up high or the… the down low. Whatever they call it. He’s getting fucked up the...
Janice: Maren!
Several people at nearby tables begin glaring at Maren and Janice.
Janice looks around and then extends her hands towards Maren.
Janice: Okay... keep your voice down. Relax; I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation... other than that.
Maren briefly drops her head to the table.
Maren: How didn’t I see this? How? I should have… I should have known when he joined that protest downtown for gay marriage. I should have seen it then.
Janice: I think you’re getting carried away. Lots of people joined that march. I did too, remember?
Maren: Yeah, but Bill’s a Republican. They hate all minorities… especially gays.
Several customers start to get up & move away from Janice and Maren. A few are cursing and glaring angrily at the women.
Janice: Maren, you can’t say stuff like that. Besides, you could be wrong.
Maren: No, Republicans don’t care about people like us.
Janice: Not that. Good God, girl chill-out with that silly political stuff, at least in public. Maybe Bill bought the lube for you, or maybe he… he is holding for…
Maren: Yeah, yeah… he did try to stick it in my butt last week. He said it slipped but I didn’t believe him. He had never slipped before. I just rolled over on my back. He didn’t argue or get mad. He just went to watch TV. But what if… what if…?
Janice: You need proof. Don’t speculate and don’t panic. If… if he is cheating… with… some person, then there will be evidence. You should go home and check through his things.
Maren: Can I do that? What about his privacy?
Janice: He gave that up when he said I do.
Maren: Right. What do I check for?
Janice: Look for hotel receipts, condoms, and check his emails. People always forget to erase their emails.
Maren: Okay, okay. I’d better hurry before he gets home.
Maren stands up and Janice stands too. Janice steps forward and the women hug.
Maren: Thank you, Janice. You’re a true friend.
Janice: Thick and thin. And don’t you worry. I’m sure he bought it or borrowed it for you. You’ll see; he just wants your big ass. You can’t blame him for that.
Maren releases Janice and picks up her purse.
Maren: Maybe, I should have at least let him try or just put the tip in. Oh, I hope you’re right. I would hate to have to cut his balls off in his sleep, but I’m not opposed to it. You remember what we did to Franklin in college?
Janice: Hey! We agreed that never happened. Anyway, whatever you find or don’t find, call me before you do anything. Promise?
Maren: Promise. Wish me luck.
Maren walks out the door
.
Janice reaches into her purse and pulls out her phone. She dials a number and places the phone to her ear.
Janice: It’s me… She knows… No, she found the anal lube… Hey, don’t blame me; you’re the one who had to have something really tight… Well, you push three kids through your dick and see how you bounce back… Don’t apologize, just get home before Maren, and make sure you erase our calls and messages from your phone.
… I told her you wanted her butt… no, you can’t tell her. She’s my best friend. I can’t hurt her like that… You’ll just have to bend her big ass over and do her… and, Bill, (sighs) try not to be so eager; she’ll only do it because she’s worried, not because she likes it. You have me for that… I love you too.
| Author Notes |
Disclaimer:
This is fictional. I am not advocating infidelity or any form of sexual act upon anyone for any reason. This script is not reflective of anyone's life, nor does it suggest anyone's life or lifestyle is wrong or right, moral or immoral. It is not against or for any political party or political member. |
By lancellot
| Author Note: | Soap opera script |
Characters:
Maren: 44 year old female; married to Bill; has two children; homemaker
Janice: 45 year old female; Maren’s best friend, divorced, has three adult children, lives alone; realtor
Bill: 44 year old male; Husband of Maren, secret lover of Janice, has three children, Architect
Sara: 23 year old female Barnes and Nobles worker
Act 1: scene 2
Setting: A typical Barnes and Nobles book store, filled with customers and workers dressed in green aprons.
Enter: Bill
Bill walks into the book store. He is dressed in white business shirt with dark tie and dark Dockers. He looks around frantically, while repeatedly tapping on his IPhone.
A pretty young female worker wearing a name tag that reads Sara approaches him.
Sara: Hello, welcome to Barnes and Nobles. Is there anything I can help you find?
Bill looks up from his phone at Sara. He stares at the young woman in silence and then sighs heavily.
Bill: Um… I’m looking for a book.
Sara (smiling): Well, we have lots of those.
Bill: Yes, yes… I’m looking for a particular book.
Bill leans in closer to the small woman and whispers in her ear.
Sara: (nods her head) Oh, we have just what you need. Follow me.
Sara leads Bill to the back of the store and stops in front of a large bookshelf.
Sara: These are some of our more popular resources. I’ll… um, leave you to browse. If you need any help just let me know. I’ll be nearby.
Bill picks a book off the shelf and opens it.
Fade to black
Int.
Setting: Lights brighten on the bedroom of Bill and Maren.
Maren is rummaging through Bill’s dresser drawers. Her hair is disheveled and she is mumbling to herself.
Maren: Nothing, there’s nothing here. I don’t understand this. Maybe… maybe I was wrong. No, he had the lube for someone. There’s got to be
something I’m missing.
The sound of a door opening and closing echoes loudly.
Maren freezes.
Bill (yells): Honey, I’m home.
Maren: Shit!
Maren pushes the open drawers close and then hurries to sit on the bed.
The bedroom door opens and Bill walks in carrying his phone in one hand and his briefcase in the other.
Bill: Hi, honey.
Bill walks to the bed, leans down and kisses Maren on the cheek. He walks to the dresser and sets his briefcase on it while scrolling through his phone.
Bill: Oh, I didn’t get a chance to get that oil change. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.
Maren: That’s okay. Bill, I… um…
Bill looks up from his phone and over to Maren.
Bill: What’s that, honey?
Maren: (shakes her head) Nothing.
Bill’s phone glows in his hand and then he sets it on the dresser.
Bill: I’m hitting the shower, babe. I smell like a horse. If you want to come in and wash my back you’re more than welcome.
Bill winks at Maren, kicks off his shoes, and begins to loosen his tie as he walks to the master bathroom. He enters the bathroom and mostly closes the door behind him.
Maren (whispers): I’ll come in and stab you in the back you cheating piece of…
Maren suddenly turns towards the dresser. Bill’s cell phone is still glowing but begins to dim. Maren jumps up and rushes to the dresser.
Maren: Wait, wait! Don’t lock up. Don’t...
Maren snatches up the phone, touches the screen, and sighs as it brightens.
The bathroom door silently cracks open and Bill’s face is seen. He watches as Maren goes through his phone.
Maren: There’s nothing here. Work, work, Work! There’s nothing…
Maren turns her head and eyes Bill’s briefcase.
Bill continues to watch Maren. He smiles as she slowly opens his briefcase and begins to search it.
Bill (whispers): Find it. Find it. Yes!
Maren pulls a book out of Bill’s briefcase.
Maren: What…? A Sexless Marriage, but… but… we… I…
Bill watches as Maren flips through the book and stops on the page he bookmarked.
Maren: The joys of self-love: Masturbation using lubrication. Oh my God! He was… in the car… why? What have I done?
Maren shoves the book back into Bill’s briefcase. Bill closes the bathroom door.
Maren (yells): Bill, I’m going to Janice’s for a bit. I’ll be right back.
Bill (yells): Okay.
Maren walks out of the bedroom.
Bill opens the bathroom door and smiles.
Bill: Smarter than the average bear.
Fade to black
| Author Notes |
Disclaimer:
This is fictional. I am not advocating infidelity or any form of sexual act upon anyone for any reason. This script is not reflective of anyone's life, nor does it suggest anyone's life or lifestyle is wrong or right, moral or immoral. |
By lancellot
| Author Note: | Soap opera script |
Characters:
Maren: 44 year old female; married to Bill; has two children; homemaker
Janice: 45 year old female; Maren’s best friend, divorced, has three adult children, lives alone; realtor
Act 1 scene 3
Int: A typical single family home in North Chicago. 6:30pm August 24, 2016
Setting: Janice’s living room. The living room is furnished with a sofa, coffee table and lounge chair. Janice is sitting on the sofa talking on her cell phone.
Janice: You what?... Are you sure it worked?... When did she leave?... Okay, I hope you’re right. I’ll let you know what she says. Wait, I hear a car in the driveway.
Janice gets up, walks to the front window and looks outside.
Janice: She’s here. I’ll talk to you later… No, just wait for me, and erase this call from your phone… Don’t get cocky, Maren’s not stupid, just desperate, there’s a difference… Okay, bye.
Janice walks to the front door and opens it wide.
Maren walks straight in and passes Janice on her way to the sofa.
Maren: I need your help.
Janice closes the door and turns towards Maren.
Janice (mocking tone): Hello, Janice. Hi, Maren; nice to see you. Please come in. Thank you, Janice.
Maren: I’m serious. I think Bill is going to ask for a divorce.
Janice pauses and then rushes to Maren’s side.
Janice: Oh, Maren. Did… did you find evidence of another… um… woman or a man?
Maren shakes her head and waves her hand in the air.
Maren: No, no, Bill isn’t gay and he’s not cheating. That is unless you consider sex with your hand cheating, and it seems Bill prefers his hand… his hand to his wife. Oh Janice!
Maren bursts out crying. She covers her face with her hands.
Janice slides over to Maren and wraps her arms around her sobbing friend.
Janice: It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t cry. You'll... you'll get through this. Don't worry; it happens.
Maren: It's not okay. It’s been like this for months. Janice, I need your help.
Janice: Well, I still have the number of the lawyer who handled my divorce somewhere in…
Maren: No! Not that. I need your help with sex. Bill is choosing his hand over me. I need you to help me fix what’s wrong with me.
Janice: What! I…I can’t… why me?
Maren: Because, you’re my best friend and more importantly, you’re a slut.
Janice: Excuse me.
Maren takes Janice’s hands in hers and stares into her eyes.
Maren: Come on, Janice. I don’t have time to play around. You’ve always been a whore. You once did three guys at the same time in a Chucky Cheese restroom, and you got divorced because you screwed all your male clients and a few of your fe…
Janice: Alright! (whispers) I didn't screw all of them.
Janice pulls her hands away.
Maren: Girl, I’m not judging you. I never have, but right now, I need your slutty skills to save my marriage.
Janice stands and paces in front of the sofa.
Janice: Save... save... are you sure you want my help? The last time I helped you with a man things got out of hand.
Maren: Out of his hand is what I need. Besides, no one even looked for Franklin, and we were young back then. We’re much better people today.
Janice: Yes… much better.
Maren: Come on. Teach me how to seduce Bill. How do I get my groove back and knock his socks off?
Janice: I… I don’t really know Bill like that. Maybe you should…
Maren: Please! I’m begging you. What should I do?
Janice closes her eyes and moans loudly.
Janice: Okay, I’ll help you.
Maren: Yes! I love you.
Janice: Whatever. Okay, first… when was the last time you two had sex?
Maren pauses and closes her eyes for a few seconds and then opens them again.
Maren: I think… I think maybe two or three months ago. Does half a blow job count, because I started to do one of those last month but Bill is kind of big and my jaw started…
Janice: Enough! Jesus, girl I don’t need details. Really, I don’t. Okay, do you still sleep in more clothes than you wear during the day?
Maren: I get cold and the kids could come in at any...
Janice: Look, if you want more sex, then you have to be ready for it. You’ll have to go to bed naked.
Maren: What? No, can’t I just wear lingerie?
Janice: Do you have any?
Maren: No. I was hoping I could borrow one of yours.
Janice looks down at Maren and tilts her head to the side.
Janice: I think the days of you wearing my clothes are long over. Don’t you?
Maren rubs a hand over her full hips and thighs.
Maren: I guess I put on more than a few over the years.
Janice: We’ll work on that later. Okay, step one. Are you sure you want to do this?
Maren: Yes.
Janice (yells): I said… are you sure?
Maren (yells): Yes, I want this.
Janice walks to her coat rack and grabs her purse.
Janice: Then get your ass up because we’ve got shopping to do.
Maren: Shopping for what?
Janice: A football player wears a jersey. A policeman wears a badge. Step two; if you want Bill to see the sexy slut in you, then you’ll have to dress the part. Pull out your credit card, Maren. We’re going to where sluts get their uniforms… Victoria’s Secret.
Maren and Janice walk out the front door.
Fade to Black.
| Author Notes |
Disclaimer:
This is fictional. I am not advocating infidelity or any form of sexual act upon anyone for any reason. This script is not reflective of anyone's life, nor does it suggest anyone's life or lifestyle is wrong or right, moral or immoral. |
By lancellot
| Author Note: | Soap opera script |
Characters:
Maren: 44 year old female; married to Bill; has two children; homemaker
Janice: 45 year old female; Maren’s best friend, divorced, has three adult children, lives alone; realtor
Unknown male and female customers: various ages
Act 1 scene 4
Int: Victoria’s Secret store in the mall; 8:30pm August 24, 2016
Setting: Janice is picking out lingerie for Maren to try on. She is also picking up a few items for herself. Maren is in the changing room trying on clothes. Female customers and employees are in the store. Along one wall is a padded bench where several men are sitting quietly.
Maren walks out of the dressing room wearing a long pink night gown.
Maren: What do you think of this?
Janice: God no. You look like a nun on vacation. Take it back.
Maren walks back into the room and then comes out wearing another item.
Maren: What about this one?
Janice (rolls her eyes): Are you trying to get married or laid? Next!
Maren goes back into the dressing and then comes out wearing a new outfit.
Maren: Well?
Janice: Are you pregnant? Next!
Maren slumps her shoulder and returns to the dressing room. Soon she again walks out.
Maren: I really like this one; its silk and two pieces.
Janice: Girl, I’m gonna punch you in the throat. (Sighs) Okay, I think I know what the problem is. You’re dressing how you feel, and you feel like an old maid. That just won’t do. Maren, being sexy isn’t just about what you look like, it’s also about how you see yourself. You have to feel sexy, believe you’re sexy and then you'll project sexy.
Janice turns and points to the men sitting on the bench.
Janice: Do you see those poor slobs?
Maren looks over at the three men
Janice: Their wives dragged them in here and by the looks on their sad faces they’re wishing they could be anywhere but here. Are any of them looking at you?.
Maren: No. They look like they're only interested in killing themselves.
Janice: Watch this.
Janice picks an outfit off the shelf and walks into the dressing room. A few minutes later she walks out.
All three men instantly turn towards Janice.
Unknown husband #1: Holly shit!
Unknown husband #2: My God!
Unknown wife of husband #3: Don’t you dare open your mouth. Come on; we’re leaving. (Looks at Janice) Tramp!
Janice giggles and tosses her long blond hair.
Maren stares at Janice along with most of the people in the store.
Janice: Class dismissed.
Maren rushes to Janice and tries to cover her body.
Maren: Girl, you’re practically naked.
Janice: To those guys, I’m completely naked, ready, and willing to go. And that’s the point, Janice. I am ready and willing to go. I always am, and men know it. I make sure they do. Let’s change. I found two outfits that are in your size, and you’re buying them. Got it?
Maren nods her head and both women go back into the dressing room.
Fade out
Fade in
Setting: Maren and Janice are in the food court of the mall eating dinner at a table. They have bags from Victoria’s Secret at their feet.
Janice: You know, Maren, I’ve been thinking. Are you sure Bill is worth all this? I mean, what if the problem isn’t you but him?
Maren: I don’t understand. He’s masturbating in his car when he could be… be doing me. What guy would choose his hand over the real thing?
Janice: (whispers) Yeah, what guy? (Louder) It’s just that, sometimes I think you’re too good for him. I… I just want you have someone who deserves you and loves you for who you are.
Maren: Bill does deserve me and he loves me. I’ve just got to spark his lust again, that’s all. (Lifts her bag) Now that I have the goods, he’s all mine.
Janice: Right… but what if he wants to do something you don’t? I mean, he bought anal lube instead regular lube for a reason. What if he really did want your butt that night, but was afraid to ask?
Maren lowers her eyes and then slowly nods her head.
Maren: My mom said when you marry someone you agree to take care of them and their needs. You agree to share everything you have with them, and you should if they’re worth. My dad was a prick and pretty worthless, but Bill… he’s a good man. He’s my man, and I aim to please him and make him remember that I’m his woman.
Janice stares at her friend and tear falls down her cheek.
Maren: Oh, don’t you start. You’ll make me start crying too.
The women reach across the table and hug.
Janice: I’m just so proud of you. I haven’t seen this you in a long time; not since the Franklin incident.
They break and sit back in their chairs.
Maren: May he rot in Hell. Realistically, I’m not done yet. I still need you to teach me what to do once I get in these skimpy clothes. I may look the part, but I’m going to need to work it too. (Leans in) I need to learn how to take it up the butt without dying. And... I may need a special favor too.
Janice: You got it. Well then, let’s get out of here and work on the next step.
Fade to black
| Author Notes |
Disclaimer:
This is fictional. I am not advocating infidelity or any form of sexual act upon anyone for any reason. This script is not reflective of anyone's life, nor does it suggest anyone's life or lifestyle is wrong or right, moral or immoral. |
By lancellot
| Author Note: | Soap opera script |
Characters:
Janice: 45 year old female; Maren’s best friend, divorced, has three adult children, lives alone; realtor
Bill: 44 year old male; Husband of Maren, secret lover of Janice, has three children, Architect
Act 2 scene 1
Setting: Living room of Janice’s house, about 9:50pm August 24, 2016.
Janice opens her front door carrying her purse and Victoria Secrets bag. She turns and waves.
Janice (yells): Have a goodnight or at least a hot one. Call me tomorrow.
Janice steps into the living room and closes the door behind her. She flicks on the lights and jumps.
Janice: Jesus!
Bill is sitting on the sofa, wearing a long trench coat and a smile. His feet are bare and his legs are crossed as he sits in a relaxed pose.
Bill: Now that’s what I like to hear. Maybe some moaning and Oh God I’m cummin’ too, but we’ll get there.
Janice turns, quickly glances through the small window in the door, and then turns back towards Bill. She sets her purse on a table and walks towards Bill with a shocked look on her face.
Janice: What are you doing here? Maren just dropped me off. She could have come in with me.
Bill stands, waves his hand in a dismissive manner and smiles.
Bill: Not a chance. It’s after nine and Maren is usually in bed by ten.
Janice: Then why are you here? I didn’t call you.
Bill: Why, because I wanted to give you a present, that’s why. (Looks down at the Victoria Secrets bag) I didn’t know you were out buying something naughty. I hope that’s for me.
Janice: This is… (Sighs) this is just something I… oh, never mind. You brought me a present?
Bill: Yeah, a big one.
Bill pulls the tie of his coat and opens his coat wide in front of Janice, with his side to the audience.
Janice opens and covers her mouth with her hands.
Bill smiles and pumps his hips.
Janice: God, Bill! Where are your clothes?
Bill: In the car.
Janice: Car… where’s your car? I didn’t see…
Bill: Relax. I parked around the block and walked here. And you’ll notice… the cold didn’t do anything to tame this monster hard-on. I guess you have your work cut out for you.
Janice closes her eyes and shakes her head.
Janice: Wait-a-minute. How did you… and your giant cock even get in here?
Bill grins, reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a silver key. He shows it to Janice and then puts it back into his pocket.
Bill: I know all your secrets. Including where you hide your spare key. Come on, babe, we’re wasting precious banging time. I know you want it. It’s been three days for both of us.
Janice: I can’t believe this. You broke into my house. You were sitting on my couch butt-ass naked with your wife, my best friend, right outside that door. What if she…
Bill throws up his hands.
Bill: What if she did? She’d probably think I came looking for her. We’ve been screwing for months now and she hasn’t figured it out. You may not have noticed but Maren isn’t the sharpest knife in the kitchen.
Janice steps forward and jabs her finger into Bill’s chest.
Janice (angrily): Don’t say that! Maren is plenty smart, and she’s my best friend so…
Bill (raising his voice): So what? She may be your best friend but you’re hardly hers. You don’t have friends, Janice. Neither do I. That takes a heart and morals and we don’t have those. What we do have are sex drives that perfectly match, two houses less than a mile apart, and…
Bill smiles, reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a small bottle.
Bill (cont.): A half-full bottle of anal lube. So why don’t we stop talking about my future ex-wife and you let me have some fun with my future wife?
Bill pumps his hips again.
Janice rolls her eyes and lowers her head.
Janice: Will you please cover that up?
Bill: Love to; do you prefer lips, pussy, or your sweet little ass?
Janice makes a fist.
Bill: Just kidding. (Walks forward and embraces Janice) Look, I know you care about Maren, so do I. Let’s not fight. I’ll… I’ll buy her some flowers or some chocolates. She likes those. Why don’t you slip into whatever slutty outfit you bought and let me make you feel better? It’s been awhile since I’ve tasted you. Hasn’t it?
Janice slowly reaches her hand into Bill’s pocket for a second and then pulls it out. She gently pulls away from Bill, looks into his eyes and smiles.
Janice: Yes it has, but you said some pretty mean things, so it’s going to take more than a few licks on this little kitty, even from your skilled tongue to make me purr.
Bill (smiling): Alright, alright, baby; whatever you want.
Janice drops the Victoria Secrets bag and begins slowly taking off her clothes.
Janice: It’s been a long time since we’ve role-played and you did come to deliver me a gift. Let’s play horny delivery man meets sexy house-wife. I’ll put on my new lingerie and you knock on the door with a special delivery for my little box.
Bill smiles, rubs his hands and heads for the door. He closes his coat and opens the door just as Janice steps out of her jeans. Bill looks back at Janice.
Janice pulls off her bra and tosses it aside. She turns towards Bill wearing only her panties.
Janice (smiling): Go on. You can’t see my slutty outfit until I open the door, and don’t forget to knock and say UPS.
Bill steps outside and closes the door.
Janice runs to the door and locks it. She opens her hand and tosses the spare key aside.
Janice: Future wife my ass!
Bill knocks on the door and rings the bell; Janice doesn’t answer. He knocks again and then begins to pound on the door.
Janice (yells): Go home, Bill. It’s over.
More sounds of pounding, and then a pause.
Bill (voice only): Open the door, Janice. Let’s talk about this.
Janice: We’re through, Bill. Leave or I call the police and tell them there’s a naked man with a huge dick and a bottle of anal lube pounding on my door.
Bill (voice only): You wouldn’t!
Janice: I have no morals, remember? Go home to your wife or go to jail.
Janice stands by her door and listens. There are no further sounds. She sighs, lowers her head, and begins to cry.
Fade to black
| Author Notes |
Disclaimer:
This is fictional. I am not advocating infidelity or any form of sexual act upon anyone for any reason. This script is not reflective of anyone's life, nor does it suggest anyone's life or lifestyle is wrong or right, moral or immoral. |
By lancellot
| Author Note: | Soap opera script |
Setting: Takes place one week after Janice locked Bill out of her home. 12:30pm August 31, 2016. The front lawn of Janice’s long time home. She is standing in the grass pushing a realtor sign into the grass.
A blue convertible pulls up to the house and Maren, wearing a black coat and jeans steps out and walks briskly towards Janice.
Maren: Janice, girl where have you been?
Janice turns as Maren approaches. The women hug and hold it for several seconds.
Janice: Oh, I’ve been around. How have you been?
Maren: Great, great. I have so much to tell you. Let’s go inside and…
Janice: Um… sorry. I can’t.
Maren: You can’t. You haven’t locked yourself out again. I thought you kept a spare…
Janice: No, no, it’s not that. (Takes a deep breath) I don’t own this house anymore. I sold it.
Janice turns the sign around so it faces Maren and the audience.
Maren’s mouth opens and she takes a step back.
Maren: Sold! Why did you sell your house? Did you buy a new…?
Janice holds up her hand and Maren stops talking.
Janice: I know I should have returned your texts, but it seemed you and Bill were having such a good time; I didn’t want to… to interrupt that.
Maren: Oh, we did, we really did and I have you to thank. That night after we went shopping Bill came home while I was in the shower. He was so horny; he didn’t even wait for me to get my new lingerie on. He just jumped into the shower with me and… and, well he jumped me right there under the water. It was wonderful, so unexpected, so powerful. We did things I would be shamed to tell my mother about. I don’t know what got into him, but he definitely put a lot of it into me. Girl, I was leaking all night, and it felt sooo good. (Giggles)
I remembered what you advised, so that morning I rode him like a drunken cowgirl. Girl, whenever his dick stirred, I was on it like a cat chasing a ball. Oh, we had more fun and sex this week than we had in two years. I even suggested a little role-playing but he said no. Oh well.
Janice: I’m so proud of you. You deserve to be happy. You really do.
Maren: I am, and I realized that I would do anything to keep things this way. I want my marriage to last and I would fight to my dying breath to keep what is mine.
Maren steps forward and slides her hand into her coat pocket. She turns her head and looks around.
Maren (cont.): Are you sure we can’t go inside for a little bit, or at least let me drive you to your new place?
Janice smiles at Maren and points to a car parked across the street.
Janice: I’m sorry. I have an Uber driver parked across the street, and he’s been very patient. I don’t have the time and where I’m going can’t be reached by car.
Maren looks at the car and a man in the driver’s seat waves at them.
Maren: But… where are you going that you can’t drive to? Janice, what’s going on?
Janice: I have a flight leaving for Hawaii in three hours. Maren, I’m so glad you’ve taken a new step in your life. It’s time for me to do the same. I’m going to head up our real estate office in Maui, and… and I’m not coming back.
Maren: But… but why?
Janice: I have one good thing in my life and that’s you, Maren but I need more; things that belongs to me. I hate leaving you, I really do, but here I am just that slut named Janice.
Maren: Oh, I didn’t mean to call…
Janice raises her hand and shakes her head.
Janice: It’s okay. I know what I am or was and that’s not what I want to be anymore. I want to look in the mirror and like more than what I am on the outside. And to make that happen, I have to start over; a new place and a new me.
Maren: But… (Sighs) will we see each other again?
Janice: Yes, I’ll chat with you on Facebook all the time. Maren, you are a special person. Please never forget that. Happiness can be yours with or without a man or me. Promise me you won’t forget that?
The Uber driver blows his horn and the ladies turn and look at him.
Janice: I have to go.
Janice steps towards Maren and the women embrace for several seconds.
Janice: (tears in her eyes) Goodbye, my friend.
Maren: (sobbing) Good… goodbye, my sister. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
Janice: It’s not an ending. It’s a new beginning for us both. Goodbye.
Janice walks across the street, turns and waves at Maren, and then gets into the car.
Maren waves as the car drives away.
Maren: Goodbye! Goodbye… you filthy slut!
Maren reaches into her coat pocket and pulls out a syringe filled with a yellow liquid.
Maren (cont.): Fuck! I guess poor Franklin won’t be getting any booty in Hell. Oh, well, at least the whore is gone. Lucky bitch!
Maren walks to the curb, and holds the syringe over a sewer grate. Just then her cell phone buzzes. She pulls it out of her pocket and looks down at it.
Maren: ‘Working late. Don’t wait up, Bill.’ (She slides the phone back into her pocket.) Hmm, is that so?
Maren slowly slips the syringe back into her pocket.
Maren: Maybe Franklin will get some booty after all… maybe.
Maren smiles and saunters to her car.
Fade to black
| Author Notes |
Disclaimer:
This is fictional. I am not advocating infidelity or any form of sexual act upon anyone for any reason. This script is not reflective of anyone's life, nor does it suggest anyone's life or lifestyle is wrong or right, moral or immoral. Maybe not the end? |
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