Short screenplay for the Sep 2020 Summer Vacation writing contest.



Adult content warning, sexual content.

"Swapsies"

FADE IN

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Handsome young stud CHRIS blinks awake.

He grimaces as if he's got a killer headache.

He lifts his head, examines his predicament. He's lying on 
top of a big bed, naked. He's cuffed to the wrought iron 
headboard. He tugs at the cuffs, they're solid, he's not 
going anywhere.

He sets his head back down on the pillows. Frowns, deep in 
thought.

INSERT: CHRIS'S BLURRED, FOGGY DREAM FLASHBACK

CHRIS'S POV, a woman (SHERRY) leans toward him, her face 
out of focus. She's heavily made-up, her plump red lips 
part and she says in a husky voice,

                      SHERRY
          Why don't you come back to my place, 
          sweetie? I want to run my tongue 
          up and down your body.

Chris lifts a glass and takes a drink. Sherry's face becomes 
distorted through the glass.

                      CHRIS
          Aw yuss.

BACK TO SCENE

Chris pops back to reality, thinking did that really happen?

Sherry, mature, attractive, wearing a dress, sits in a chair
watching him.

                      CHRIS
          Wow, hey.

                      SHERRY
          Hey yourself.

                      CHRIS
          Uh, at the risk of sounding stupid, 
          how'd I get here?

                      SHERRY
          You don't remember?

                      CHRIS
          I remember... meeting you?

                      SHERRY
          That's nice.

He glances down at his naked body.

                      CHRIS
          Did we...?

                      SHERRY
          We were about to, but you fell 
          asleep. I think maybe you had one 
          drink too many.

                      CHRIS
          Damn, I'm sorry. I mean, I can 
          usually hold my alcohol better 
          than that. I hope I didn't offend 
          you or anything.

                      SHERRY
          We got you back here and we got 
          you undressed, that's what matters.

                      CHRIS
          You're not mad?

                      SHERRY
          Nah, it's okay, these things happen.

                      CHRIS
          You are the most understanding 
          woman I've ever met. And possibly 
          the prettiest.

Sherry smiles.

                      SHERRY
          Thank you.

                      CHRIS
          I remember you said something about 
          wanting to run your tongue up and 
          down my body.

                      SHERRY
          Mmm, yes I did.

                      CHRIS
          You still want to...?

                      SHERRY
          Are you feeling up to it?

Chris glances down again. Something's rising.

                      CHRIS
          I believe I am.

Sherry laughs.

                      SHERRY
          I'm so glad to hear it.

She stands up, smoothes her dress, flicks her hair.

Chris watches her every move, anticipating what's coming 
next. Possibly him.

Sherry turns and goes to the door and opens it, revealing:

LARRY is a silver haired fox, he's let himself go a little, 
his naked body hangs on him like a poorly tailored suit 
made of fat.

He enters the bedroom. He and Sherry kiss. They both look 
at Chris.

                      CHRIS
          Hey, what the who now?

                      SHERRY
          Chris, this is my husband, Larry. 
          Larry, this is Chris.

Larry gives Chris a smile and a friendly wave.

                      CHRIS
          Pleased to meet you, but let's 
          talk about this.

                      SHERRY
          It's okay, Larry isn't into screwing 
          other men. He's here for another 
          reason, so relax.

                      CHRIS
          Huh. Does he like to jerk off while 
          watching you get nailed?

                      SHERRY
          Something like that. Do you mind?

                      CHRIS
          As long as he doesn't mind my not 
          looking at him. I'm here for you, 
          baby.

                      SHERRY
          Glad to hear it.

Sherry goes to a chest of drawers, opens a drawer and takes 
out three things:

- A set of antique brass scales with 2 dishes
- A thick tome (book) with cracked leather covers
- A necklace pendant with a big red jewel

She shuts the drawer, then opens the tome using a bookmark 
ribbon to turn to a specific page.

Chris watches all this, bemused.

                      CHRIS
          The Karma Sutra, am I right?

Sherry smiles.

                      SHERRY
          Something like that.

She slips one dress strap off her shoulder, then the other 
one. She shimmies and her dress cascades down to her ankles. 
She's wearing black Italian lace undies. If you're into 
mature women sex fantasies, Sherry is for you. She steps 
out of her dress.

Chris's hungry eyes lap her up, yowzah!

Sherry walks seductively to the bed, gets on it, straddles 
Chris's legs.

She leans forward and kisses his chest, then his stomach. 
She moves herself further down the bed, until the next 
thing she's kissing makes Chris gasp.

She does more than kiss it. Chris watches her, wide-eyed, 
hardly able to breathe.

Larry takes one of the brass dishes from the scales. He 
looks over his shoulder at Sherry on the bed, and moves 
his hand up and down rapidly, pleasuring himself.

Chris gasps and writhes as Sherry gives him the business, 
her head bobbing up and down.

Chris's feet rise off the bed and tremble. Accompanied by 
his DEEP GROAN of pleasure.

Larry closes his eyes and gasps.

                      CHRIS
          Oh man, that was just--

Sherry climbs off the bed and comes over to join Larry, 
who offers her the second brass dish. She spits into it.

They carefully return both brass dishes to the scales, not 
wanting to spill a single drop. The scales balance.

Sherry puts on the pendant and settles it in her cleavage.

She consults the book, and reads from the page...

Here, Sherry speaks horrible words that can be made up on 
the spot, words that will tell the audience this book, and 
everything it contains, is evil. While speaking, she makes 
lots of growling, throat-clearing noises, like angry German. 
Among these words should be "Rameses" and "Horus".

The lights flicker and grow dim, the bedroom darkens.

Chris looks at said lights, wondering what the hell.

Sherry and Larry chorus the last line together, ending on 
a rising note.

INSERT CAMERA TRICKERY

Chris's face (on the left) and Larry's face (on the right), 
alongside each other, against a black background.

Their faces come together... superimpose... then move apart, 
now Chris is on the right and Larry is on the left. They've 
swapped over.

BACK TO SCENE

The lights return to normal levels.

Sherry guides Larry as he sits down hard on a chair, looking 
dizzy and confused.

Sherry returns to the bed and sits on the edge. She stares 
at Chris.

Chris blinks and takes deep breaths.

                      CHRIS
          Jesus, what a rush.

                      SHERRY
          Is that you, baby?

                      CHRIS
          You know it. Let me up, let's get 
          him into the basement.

Sherry takes a key from the bedside cabinet drawer and 
unlocks the cuffs. Chris sits up slowly.

                      SHERRY
          You okay?

                      CHRIS
          Just getting the hang of it.

Chris stands up, sways, gets his balance. He takes a couple 
of test steps.

                      CHRIS
          This body is so strong.

Sherry unlocks one set of cuffs from the headboard. She 
moves to Larry and snaps the cuffs on Larry's wrists.
Larry looks up at her, puzzled.

                      LARRY
          Wha's goin' on?

                      SHERRY
          Everything's okay sweetie, just 
          let us help you.

She and Chris move to either side of Larry. They each take 
an arm and help Larry to stand up.


INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT

There's a bed down here, among various boxes and abandoned 
junk.

Chris and Sherry help Larry down the stairway, no easy task.
They bring him over to the bed and help him lie down on it.

                      SHERRY
          There you go. Take it easy, sweetie.

Chris grabs Sherry's wrist, turns her around.

                      CHRIS
          Never mind him, what about me?

He kisses her hard, Sherry grinds against him, loving it.

                      SHERRY
          What about you?

                      CHRIS
          You look pretty good in that bra. 
          Be a shame if someone ripped it 
          off with his teeth.

                      SHERRY
          Big words for an old man.

                      CHRIS
          I'll show you "old man."

They return to the stairs, climb up and exit. The basement 
door slams closed. LOCKS click.

Larry lies on the bed, still dazed. He stares at the 
ceiling.

Muffled FOOTSTEPS from upstairs, and LAUGHTER too.

Bed springs go BOING. More laughter.

Chris and Sherry have at it. BOING BOING BOING.

Larry frowns as he realizes what's going on above his head.

                      LARRY
          What the fvck?

He raises his hands, realizes he's wearing cuffs. He 
examines his hands. He feels his own face. He raises his 
head and looks down at his pecker. Horror seizes him.

                      LARRY
          Dear God, no!


INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Chris and Sherry on the bed, going at it like rabbits, 
BOING BOING BOING go the bed springs. Sherry laughs and 
giggles the whole time, pleased with her new boy toy.


INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT

Larry slowly sits up on the bed. He puts his feet on the 
floor and stands up. He sways and staggers around a little, 
as if having problems with balance and coordination.

He waddles to the stairs. Grips the hand rails and 
laboriously climbs up to the door. He tries the handle but 
the door's locked. He puts his ear to the wood and listens.

Distant BOING BOING BOING sounds, and Sherry's laughter. 

Larry examines the door, how can he open it?

He looks around the basement. He climbs back downstairs 
and starts opening boxes. Old magazines, old clothes, just 
useless junk.

He does a double-take at something half-hidden behind some
boxes. He reaches down, lifts up a metal toolbox.

He sets the toolbox on top of some boxes. Fumbles with the 
latches. Opens it. Stares inside. He reaches into the 
toolbox and takes out a short crowbar.


INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

The cellar door. SPLINTERING WOOD noises. A pause. The
door slowly opens. Larry cautiously peers out.

He emerges, dressed in a Christmas reindeer jumper and 
badly fitting pants taken from the boxes.

He creeps along the hallway to the bedroom door, carrying 
the crowbar in both hands, his wrists still cuffed.


INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

The door is slightly ajar, Larry peeks through the gap.

Chris is fast asleep on the bed, exhausted. A sheet is 
draped over his hips, giving him a little modesty.

Larry hears A SHOWER RUNNING in the en suite bathroom.

Larry catches sight of his own reflection in a mirror on
the wall. He touches his own face again, horrified.

He tip-toes to the bed. Looks down at Chris. For a moment 
we might think he's going to brain Chris with the crowbar 
while he sleeps. But Larry puts the crowbar down. He 
silently opens the bedside cabinet drawer. Takes out the 
key. Unlocks the cuffs and puts them down.

He goes to the chest of drawers and examines the brass 
scales and the old tome and the pendant necklace.

He flicks the ewww juice out of the dishes. He glances at 
the door to the en suite. The shower's still running.

Larry takes deep breaths. Psyching himself up. He goes 
over to the bed and gets down on his knees. He lifts the 
sheet and puts his head under it. Over Chris's pecker.

Chris groans, disturbed, but his eyes remain shut. Larry's 
head starts to bob up and down underneath the sheet.

The shower stops running. In the sudden silence we hear 
Larry's slurping. Chris groans again, much louder. A 
beatific smile spreads over his face.

Larry withdraws his head, his lips pursed as if he's holding 
something in his mouth that he's desperate to get rid of. He
gets up and hurries back to the scales. He spits it out into
one of the dishes. He gags and retches. He glances at the
bed, Chris has fallen back asleep. Larry glances at the en
suite door, it's still shut.

Okay, he gets the second dish and he jerks off into it. Or 
tries to. His parts won't cooperate.

                      LARRY
          Come on, come on! You can do it!
          You're a goddamn stallion!

With much frantic motion he gets things going. Ten seconds 
later he gasps and his knees buckle. He shakily puts the 
second dish on the scales. The scales balance themselves.

Larry puts on the pendant necklace.

                      LARRY
          Activate. Power on.

He struggles to remember.

                      LARRY
          Rameses. Horus. Abracadabra. Open 
          sesame. By the power of Grayskull.

On the bed, Chris's eyes open wide, as if he's just been 
shocked awake.

                      SHERRY (O.S.)
          Are you ready for round two,
          lover boy?


INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Chris and Sherry make love on the bed, she pants and gasps.

                      SHERRY
          Oh my God this is even better than 
          before.

Underneath the bed, curled up, wearing handcuffs, and with 
the reindeer jumper stuffed in his mouth to gag him, is
Larry, gently sobbing. Beside him lies the pendant, its red
jewel broken into a dozen pieces.

BOING BOING BOING go the bedsprings.

FADE OUT

THE END

                                                        Oct 2019




Copied from the DDP contest results thread:

Results - Summer Vacation writing contest
13 Sep 2020
Admin Mark Somers

           Title                 1st    2nd   3rd  Total Points
SW - unknown                      1      2            7
Meghan Fing Markle - lostfootage  4      2           16
Swapsies - dpaterso                            1      1
Games - jmpowell7                 2            2      8
The Vineyard - Lil drowsy                2     3      7

Big congratulations to lostfootage for 1st place, jmpowell for
2nd place and Lil drowsey and unknown tying for 3rd place.

Thanks to all for participating.

And thanks to Will aka DoneDealPro for the first place prize of
a one year subscription or a one year extension to DoneDealPro.

Please post any notes on the submissions, if wrote some down,
in this thread.

Thanks again to all who participated and again congratulations
to the winners.