Bradley Movie Script
Bradley -
"Which milk would you like in your affogato, sir?" It's procedure to ask, in case of an allergy or certain dietary requirement. I flick open my notepad and begin writing.
"I'll have some of that." He speaks provocatively, jeering toward my chest. He places a thick wallet of cash on the table. "Forget the coffee, you look more appetising anyway," he sets his room card alongside the bills. "be there in ten minutes gorgeous." He leaves and I begin clearing the table, I slip the wallet and the access card into the pocket of my apron.
Gray grabs my hips, throwing me into the kitchen, out of sight from customers. "What do you think you're doing, Bradley?"
"I was just cleaning the tables, I--."
"Don't be a smart bitch, you know what …show more content…
You've been doing this since you were twelve for God's sake, why the sudden hesitation? Make me some God damn money, Bradley."
"I'm sorry, daddy." My uncle's my pimp, he also rapes me, regularly, I've lost count how many times. If I don't call him daddy he punishes me, if I resist he punishes me, if I told anyone he would kill me.
"God I love it when you say that." He places his hands on my shoulders, slipping his hands down my shirt, he gathers my hair and places it behind my neck. "Listen, baby." He softly bites my neck. "You're beautiful. Now be a good girl and satisfy the customer, do him as good as you do me." He walks out and my upper body convulses, I cup my hands catching the vomit that falls from my mouth and rinse my hands in the kitchen sink. I pull the card from the front of my apron.
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He hands me the glass. "Thank you." I take a sip. He begins caressing my inner thigh softly, I set my wine down and relax on top of him in a mount position, placing my hands on his neck, I gently sway back and forth he lets out a pleasurable moan. I gently kiss his neck and begin unbuttoning his shirt, followed by his belt. I lead him into the master bedroom.
"Punish me." He throws me on the bed, spreading my legs wide he thrusts into me at least four times, I lose count. I throw my dress on and slip out the door.
"You were great, baby." He yells.
This has been my life since I was twelve. My uncle hides his brothel behind the facade of our hotel but everyone knows what happens here, it's notorious. My uncle wastes his income on drugs and gambles every other cent away, which is why we're barley surviving but that's where I come in, escorting feed's the pair of us and his drug addiction. He recruited me a week after my father passed away, having double d's and being 5'9 when I was twelve certainly didn't help, also the fact that I was a sweet, oblivious girl. At first I didn't know what was happening, he'd rape me daily, he'd tell me he loved me and that it helped him forget about dad, I didn't want to upset
"Which milk would you like in your affogato, sir?" It's procedure to ask, in case of an allergy or certain dietary requirement. I flick open my notepad and begin writing.
"I'll have some of that." He speaks provocatively, jeering toward my chest. He places a thick wallet of cash on the table. "Forget the coffee, you look more appetising anyway," he sets his room card alongside the bills. "be there in ten minutes gorgeous." He leaves and I begin clearing the table, I slip the wallet and the access card into the pocket of my apron.
Gray grabs my hips, throwing me into the kitchen, out of sight from customers. "What do you think you're doing, Bradley?"
"I was just cleaning the tables, I--."
"Don't be a smart bitch, you know what …show more content…
You've been doing this since you were twelve for God's sake, why the sudden hesitation? Make me some God damn money, Bradley."
"I'm sorry, daddy." My uncle's my pimp, he also rapes me, regularly, I've lost count how many times. If I don't call him daddy he punishes me, if I resist he punishes me, if I told anyone he would kill me.
"God I love it when you say that." He places his hands on my shoulders, slipping his hands down my shirt, he gathers my hair and places it behind my neck. "Listen, baby." He softly bites my neck. "You're beautiful. Now be a good girl and satisfy the customer, do him as good as you do me." He walks out and my upper body convulses, I cup my hands catching the vomit that falls from my mouth and rinse my hands in the kitchen sink. I pull the card from the front of my apron.
Room …show more content…
He hands me the glass. "Thank you." I take a sip. He begins caressing my inner thigh softly, I set my wine down and relax on top of him in a mount position, placing my hands on his neck, I gently sway back and forth he lets out a pleasurable moan. I gently kiss his neck and begin unbuttoning his shirt, followed by his belt. I lead him into the master bedroom.
"Punish me." He throws me on the bed, spreading my legs wide he thrusts into me at least four times, I lose count. I throw my dress on and slip out the door.
"You were great, baby." He yells.
This has been my life since I was twelve. My uncle hides his brothel behind the facade of our hotel but everyone knows what happens here, it's notorious. My uncle wastes his income on drugs and gambles every other cent away, which is why we're barley surviving but that's where I come in, escorting feed's the pair of us and his drug addiction. He recruited me a week after my father passed away, having double d's and being 5'9 when I was twelve certainly didn't help, also the fact that I was a sweet, oblivious girl. At first I didn't know what was happening, he'd rape me daily, he'd tell me he loved me and that it helped him forget about dad, I didn't want to upset