We fade in on high street – plenty of people around, obviously not during the Coronavirus lockdown. The camera swings around to face a bank, then moves in through the doors – past a member of staff on the front desk who waves at whoever is holding the camera (clearly knowing them)… The camera moves past a line of customers and up to one of the cash windows… The clerk behind the window looks up…
She’s middle-aged, with a tired, almost ‘loose’ looking face – one of those big mouths that seems to hang-open even when it’s shut. Shoulder-length dark hair frames the face, and a sensible business outfit hides the detail of her body, without being able to disguise that she’s a large woman. As soon as she sees the camera – or more particularly the cameraman – she smiles a broad and welcoming smile, then waves at the cameraman to go away, mouthing the words, “Piss off…”
The camera retreats, then we cut to a couple sitting on a couch, talking to a static camera – mounted on a tri-pod in the middle of their living room. It’s the same woman who was just seen in the bank, now more casually dressed in a tight sleeveless sweater, and skirt. Both tight enough to show off her figure – which is (as predicted) large. Chunky rather than obese, with big round boobs in proportion with the rest of her curves. Beside her, her husband sits forward and close, as big as her (but without the boobs).
She speaks first, in a clear, borderline posh accent. “Hello,” she waves into the camera. “I’m Julia Green. I’m 56 years old, and I’m a bank clerk from Watford.”
Every time she speaks, he follows up with something of his own. “And I’m Grant Green, I’m 53 years old, and I’m her husband.”
Julia begins, “We’ve both been married before…”
“Twice, in my case.” Grant interjects.
Julia continues, ignoring his interruption, “We met at a single-nights a few years back, one of those speed dating things… And I suppose I was trying to make an impression… And no one was interested because I look… Like this…” She indicates her face then points down toward her body. Loose face, large body. Again, not ugly – but she clearly thinks she is.
“There’s nothing wrong with the way you look, love…” Grant reassures her.
She continues. “So when this guy sits down opposite me I thought, “Lets not mess around here, lets make an impression…” And I thought “What’s the most shocking and memorable thing a woman can say to a man on a first date…” So I just came out with it…”
Grant leans in, “She said, and I quote, “Do you watch The United Kingdom of Zoo? I’d love to be on that show!” It was 4 years ago, but I remember it like it was 4 minutes ago…”
“I’d been watching the show since the start – and I did want to be on it – but I knew I’d never get on it because all of the girls are so pretty… Prettier than me, anyway…”
We cut to a quick montage of the best-looking dozen women we’ve had on the show – it’s a brief trip down memory lane that reminds us just how attractive some of our guests have been.
The moment broken by Grant. “I keep telling her – she’s better looking than plenty of the women who’ve been on the show…”
We cut to another quick montage of the ‘less-attractive’ guests we’ve had on the show – it’s brief again, and an interesting reminder of some of our less attractive guests. Grant has a point. People often forget these ladies, preferring to repeat view our ‘prettier’ guests.
Back to Julia. “It’s not that I’m attracted to dogs… Or to animals… I just enjoyed the very basic element of the show. It’s just a simple idea – a woman wants to do something that society says she shouldn’t… So she does it… And life goes on.” She looks down from the camera to the floor. “But what I particular love about the show is that even though it’s about a disgusting subject, and all the guests do disgusting things, and they look terrible doing it – even the pretty ones… The show treats them all like they’re superstar sex symbols. Old, fat and ugly, they treat them exactly the same as the young, hot, skinny things…”
Grant cuts in again, “We watch it together every week… Then I make videos…” He points at the camera. “With this camera, of the two of us having sex, and talking about her being on the show…” He pauses. “The funny thing is… I was never turned on by bestiality until the moment she opened her mouth. I actually thought it was a bit sick. I didn’t watch your show, I couldn’t have cared less about it… But when she said she loved it, I immediately wanted to watch it with her.”
“So that’s why we’re here today, recording this… For you…”
She takes a deep breath, then nods to Grant, who stands up and turns side on to the camera as she slips off the couch onto her knees infront of him, side on to the camera… He’s just pulling the front of his trousers open, and she’s just beginning to lick her big lips and look up at him, when we cut away to…
A high angle shot, looking down from the corner of the windscreen of Charley Ozvik’s car. Charley in the driving seat, driving along an empty motorway.
As usual, even in casual dress, Charley is a sight to behold – her low cut top showing off her marvellously fake tits and perfect DOGSLUT tattoo, her lips inflated almost as much as her boobs, hair shiny black and straight. She alternates between looking at the road and looking over at the camera as she introduces herself.
“Hello, I’m Charley Ozvik… And I’m doing my best to get us all through this Coronavirus lockdown by visiting some new friends and introducing them to my beautiful Golden Retriever, Thor…”
We cut a quick shot of Thor, stolen from a previous episode, standing over the camera, with a big purple/pink erection bouncing under his belly and dumb happy look on his face.
Back to Charley. “This week we’re heading down the M6 to Watford to meet a lovely older lady… And to welcome her into the United Kingdom of Zoo…”
We cut to a shot of Charley’s car pulling up in the driveway of a house – shot from within the house. Grant on his video camera again. The car parks – door opens, and Charley gets out. Pulling her dress down to cover her panties – either it’s ridden up during the drive, or she’s pulled it up to play with herself a little to pass the time (probably the latter knowing Charley).
She walks around to the near side of the car and looks over toward the house, and Grants camera, reaches to open the back door and stands back, waving an arm to herald the appearance of Thor as he jumps down and bounds around excitedly. Happy to be out of the car, in a garden, with Charley… And no doubt aware that these long drives are always followed by sex with another horny human!
He moves off to the bushes beside the driveway and takes a long piss – with Grant making sure he zooms in as close as possible from his viewpoint to watch the piss spraying from Thor’s cock onto the bushes.
“Can you see that?” We hear him say from behind the camera. We can hear Julia confirm that she see Thor. “He’s here to fuck you…” Says Grant, stating the obvious. “Yes…” Moans Julia, off camera, clearly turned on at the prospect.
We cut to a shot of Julia walking down the hallway of the home to open the front door. She’s neatly dressed in blouse and a knee length skirt that hugs her big thighs. Smart, but nothing fancy.
She opens the front door and welcomes Charley, “Come in, come in…” Eyes down to stare at the handsome golden retriever as he enters, almost skipping past Julia, looking up to meet her gaze as he passes her and heads into the house looking to see whatever he can see. She watches him pass by, a hand coming up to her breast almost without thinking about it, touching herself – then repositioning it over her heart and trying to pretend that she’s just acting shocked.
“Oh, he’s so handsome… Isn’t he?” Julia says. “I don’t deserve him!” She looks like she might believe what she’s saying.
We cut to the living room. Husband and wife on the couch, side by side, looking over the room toward our camera. Between them and the camera, sitting patiently on the floor, Thor is staring right back at them.
Charley interviews from behind the camera. “A little birdy tells me that you don’t think you’re pretty enough to have sex with a dog?”
Julia smiles and shakes her head. “Oh no… I don’t think I’m not pretty enough to have sex with a dog – I don’t think I’m pretty enough to have sex with a dog – on television!”
“And yet, here I am… With my cameras and my dog…” Laughs Charley.
“Yeah, looks like the joke’s on me, eh?” Agrees Julia.
“And pretty soon the dog will be on you too!” Adds Grant – he thinks it’s a lot funnier than we do.
“Are you nervous about this?” Checks Charley.
Julia considers her answer for a second, then speaks carefully – picking her words. “Well… I’m not nervous about having sex with the dog… I’m not nervous about it being on camera… I’d like to be able to watch it back later… But I am quite nervous about it being on television. I’m nervous about how my friends and family will react!”
“And how do you think they will react?” Asks Charley.
Julia looks at Grant, then back to the camera. “Not well… I’ve got a grown up daughter from my first marriage… She’s 34… She’ll be appalled.”
“And what about your family?” Charley checks with Grant.
“My kids don’t speak to me anymore… Not since I left their mother… They think I’m scum… So I’m not too worried about what they think of Julia, or of this…”
Charley turns back to Julia. “So, what are you looking forward to the most?”
“Well, as I said before, I want to watch the video afterwards… I think I’m actually looking forward to seeing how I perform more than I’m actually looking forward to the performance itself… I’m looking forward to watching this many many times with Grant after you’ve taken this handsome doggy away from me!”
Grant chips in again, “We like to make porno videos together… She gives a great blowjob for the camera, she really likes to show off her slutty side!”
“Oh I know…” Confirms Charley. “I’ve see the proof…” She says, referring to their audition tape – then she turns back to Julia. “So, the things you do to Grant… You’d like to do them all to my doggy, here?”
Julia and Grant exchange glances and he grips her hand. “Oh yes… Very much…”
We cut to Julia standing infront of the couch, Grant standing behind her as she begins to unbutton her blouse, but she’s all thumbs, so Grant helps her. He’s not much better. They exchange frustrated little glances with each other.
“It’s going to be okay.” He re-assures her. “This is your dream come true. Just relax.”
“Our dream…” She corrects him, before taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and turning her back to him so he can slip the blouse backwards down her arms and off. He begins work on unclasping her bra, managing it fairly quickly, then letting it fall off her big boobs. He drags it out from under her arm leaving her topless.
She’s not as scary as she thinks she is… She could be slimmer, but the fulness of her body no doubt helps these boobs retain their roundness too, so we’re not complaining. Grant can’t resist snuggling up behind her, putting his arms under hers and cupping her boobs – resting his chin on her shoulder and grinning for the camera and he jiggles her boobs on his hands.
Whilst he’s distracted with fondling his wife’s chest, she gets to work on her skirt – unhooking and unzipping the side. He’s keen to assist, quite obviously motivated by seeing his wife in action with a big dog – so he lets go of those big boobs and helps. The sooner she’s naked, the sooner he’ll see the action.
He holds the top of her skirt and lowers it down her legs, crouching down behind her as he does it.
With her skirt off we can see her surprisingly shapely legs and a pair of high hipped French knickers that wrap around her big round buttocks. Having taken her skirt to floor level, Grant is crouching with his head at the same level as her behind, and he takes the opportunity to give her a kiss on one bum-cheek… Then he takes hold of the knickers and slowly wiggles them down, an inch on this hip, then an inch on the other, until they are clear of her pussy and we can see her dark, but neatly trimmed, triangle of short pubic hair.
Once the French knickers are pulled the rest of the way off her legs and she has stepped out of them, she is left naked save for her four-inch heels.
“Are you ready to begin?” Asks Charley. As she speaks Thor stands up, as if he knows he’s about to be called into action.
Julia stands with her back to Grant and he slots his hands back under her arms to fondle and cup her boobs. She leans back against him and moves her feet a little apart, stooping down a little and patting the soft flesh just above her pussy – encouraging Thor to step up to her.
He moves closer, sniffing the air, then licking at it – the tip of his tongue missing her pussy by an inch – yet close enough to make her gasp a little and lean back even harder against her husband. This lowers her pussy by a couple of inches, and brings it into the dog’s range…
And our dog doesn’t disappoint, licking that cunt as if he’s been waiting for it for months. Digging his snout in between her thighs and exploring every inch of her hole in a second flat.
She turns her head and looks back over her shoulder, offering her mouth to her husband – but he’s too busy craning to look down at the dog licking her pussy to notice. “Is that good?” He asks. “Do you like it…?”
Julia doesn’t say anything though, she just sighs as the dog digs into his human meal… Tongue slopping over her cunt, pushing between the lips, making a groove, rasping over her clit.
“His big tongue on your beautiful big cunt…” Continues Grant. His words seeming to have as much effect as the dog’s tongue.
Julia lets out a little moan, her head back against his man’s chest – letting her legs relax a little more, letting him support her a little more as the dog continues to work her pussy.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm” She moans, eyes closed, resting on Grant, perhaps a little too heavily. He’s more focussed on squeezing her tits than in supporting her, and he allows her to slip down his chest, stepping back as her shoulders slip to his belly, then losing control of her as she falls to the floor, landing heavily on her fat arse. As she slips, Thor jumps back, not wanting her to land on his head.
She looks up at Grant, a hurt look on her face, “Why didn’t you catch me?”
He shrugs. “I was a bit distracted, love…”
She looks back to the dog, now standing infront of her, his face level with hers – and he instinctively starts to lick at her face. She closes both her mouth and her eyes tight and holds her breath as he licks, not comfortable with it at all, but letting him do it until he loses interest after a few seconds.
“How about you give him a bit of a licking?” Suggests Grant. Julia looks back over her shoulder at him again, a slightly stressed look on her face that suggests this is suddenly moving very fast. “Just asking…” He adds defensively.
She turns back to face Thor, who is walking around, away from her, then turning around and heading back – this time closer to her, standing over her, leaning into her – his side against her chest. Imposing himself on her.
She leans forward into him, mashing her big tits up against his powerful flank. Reaching around and over him to stroke him and showing just a flicker of a nervous smile.
She runs her hands down his sides, and over his thighs. Working one hand around behind him and between his hindlegs to gently cup his big balls, then slipping forward onto his sheath.
Thor parts his hindlegs a little, giving her easier access to his equipment – and she takes advantage of it. Rubbing and fondling him. Looking over toward Grant and licking her lips a little – more a nervous gesture than a promise of anything to come.
Down under the dog’s belly, we get a nice shot of her hand rubbing over his sheath, drawing it back to reveal the shiny pink tip of the cock within – it’s looking big enough to ‘use’ now, and Grant doesn’t let that escape his wife’s attention.
“Go on love, get under there and suck that cock…” He begs.
She looks at him as if his request is completely predictable… And the look on her face, once again, contradicts her earlier comments about looking forward to this. The reality seems to be kicking in.
We cut to a shot as she shuffles her head under his belly, bringing her almost face-to-face with that big ugly dick. The look on her face that is equal parts shame, anticipation, and fear.
She licks her lips, then raises her soft face toward it – moving a couple of inches at a time, until the wet end of the cock is up against her big mouth.
She holds herself there for a moment, letting the pre-cum that’s dribbling from his cock wet her lips a little, breathing hard – temptation and fear growing at the same speed… Opens that mouth slightly and lets the juice spill inside. Tasting it, pulling a slightly sour face – then turning her head up in Grant’s direction.
“It’s not very nice…” She says, not so much complaining as offering an honest opinion. “Very bitter.” She licks her lips, double checking.
“It looks amazing though, love…” He replies. “Just give it a bit of a suck, you don’t have to swallow…”
She nods slightly, letting the cock rub over her lips, then opens wider and lets it slide into her mouth, not closing her lips around it, just letting it run up along her tongue.
We watch in close-up as she bobs her head a little under his belly, up toward his body – letting the cock slide in and out of her mouth. Lips always apart, so we can see that cock inside, resting on her tongue… She turns her head to the side and lets his cum drain to the floor from the corner of her mouth, keeping this up as long as she can – but her eyes and expression showing that she’s not enjoying it – then pulls her head back, letting the cock fall from her mouth.
“No… I don’t want to do that anymore… It’s horrible.” She says as she rolls out from under him and kneels upright. “I tried… But no… Not that.” She wipes her mouth.
Grant looks extremely disappointed. “What? No… We’ve been waiting years for this… You can’t just stop sucking after ten bloody seconds… This was YOUR idea…” It’s frustration rather than anger – more of a whine than a complaint.
“It’s an anti-climax for both of us… But I really don’t like it… It tastes horrible and it makes me feel horrible…” Says Julia, sternly.
“Come on love… It’s just a cock… Just give me a little more action, eh?” Begs Grant.
“If it’s just a cock, why don’t you try giving us some more action?” She says. “It’s not what I thought it was going to be…”
It’s a strange situation – she’s not attractive, her mouth is big and saggy, yet everyone will want to see her sucking that cock now.
Charley checks, “You still want to have sex with him though?”
Julia pauses for a moment, still up on her knees, her expression telling us more than enough – as does her next statement. “I’m willing to have sex with him… Willing… But not ‘wanting’. It’s very different in the flesh compared to watching this on video.”
Charley confirms again that Julia doesn’t have to do it if she doesn’t want to. The atmosphere in the room has changed dramatically – two minutes ago this was going to be amazing, now we worry that it might not happen at all.
We cut to a shot of the older lady standing to the side of the set, hugging Grant, her naked body up against his clothes. We can’t hear what they are saying, but there’s something of a debate going on. He clearly wants her to continue, she’s obviously not so keen. She nods, he smiles, they kiss briefly, and then break apart…
We cut back to the set – to Julia as she gets onto her hands and knees. She’s smiling, but it’s more of a grin-and-bear-it smile than a genuine can’t-wait smile.
With her middle-aged saggy belly and boobs, this isn’t the most flattering position for her – but that’s the least of her worries as she watches the dog circling her, heading around behind her and preparing to mount her…
He skips back, moves forward, then doesn’t try to mount her… Skips back again, and this time rises up, his front paws scraping over her back and hips as they slide down her sides and wrap around her wide hips.
His hindlegs step up close to her behind, making sure he’s close enough to stand over her – wanting to be able to reach her pussy. It’s only in this position, with his front legs around her, that we notice again just how tall she is. Possibly the tallest woman we’ve had on the show at 5’11”.
Julia looks dead ahead, focused on getting this done, wincing a little as his paws scratch at her hips, bracing herself as he stabs his cock toward her cunt.
Charley moves closer to give us a very graphic close up of the flat tip of his purple meat pushing up against her pussy lips, him pumping it against them – watching it slip and stick between them – a little more than an inch inside… Struggling to go deeper because she’s not wet enough… The fat shaft bending as he drives to drive it home, then suddenly popping straight and slipping inside her – and Julia lets out a loud and exasperated “Fuck!” to let us know she can feel it.
He starts fucking her – hard and fast – and without mercy… Not worried about how dry she is, just giving her everything he’s got.
She gasps – a gasp of pain rather than pleasure – and grunts as she twists under him, moving her arse around to try and get a better angle for a smoother, better penetration.
His body looks sleek and powerful against her wide back – his arse a blur of long golden fur, pumping back and forward behind her. His chin still, resting in the middle of her back, his front paws around her wide hips – he looks like he’s trying to ride her like a motorbike.
“Oh God, that hurts…” She moans. “Hurtssss!” She re-iterates. Reaching down to hold one of his front paws, her hand around his curled toe-nails. It’s not clear whether she was complaining about the cock in her pussy, or the nails against her flesh.
Thor doesn’t care, of course… He’s too busy rubbing his hard cock around inside her old pussy. Pounding into her – pausing to catch his breath – hindpaws scraping the floor as he adjusts position, and then giving her another go…
Julia’s big, sagging mouth opening as she grunts on the first thrust of each little rally of thrusts. The feeling getting better and better as the dog’s cum begins to lube her up.
Her big tits wobble and flap under her chest as the dog thumps into her, each thrust knocking her forward, her pushing back against him to right herself.
We cut to a low angle and watch as his cock slips and slides into her – her old pussy lips being spread each time his small, but growing, knot pushes in and out of her. He’s slowing down a little, and her moans are becoming louder and more frequent, no longer just as the start of his little bursts of thrusts – but on just about every stroke.
We cut back to a wide angle – taking in the whole scene as she throws her head back, a look of pain on her face. “OOooohhh Goddddd!” She gasps as the dog makes a last couple of thrusts, nailing her hard, making sure he’s buried all the way inside her. “OOwwwwwww!”
His fist sized knot filling her pussy all the way out, and her taking it all – not without complaints, but taking it anyway. “It hurts!” She gasps… “It’s too big…” She bites her lip and holds on with a strained look on her face – almost a smile, but not quite, as he just lays there on her wide back, emptying his balls into her from behind. We hover on her face – watching the winces, the twitches, the controlled breathing. Her complaints continuing, “Is this as big as it gets? I can’t take more than this…”
We’ve seen much smaller, younger women this her take far bigger knots – but obviously Thor is as much as she can manage…
We cut to a low angle view of Thor’s rear end, his balls and arsehole swelling and squeezing – cum being shot into the large woman’s loose belly.
We hold on this – watching the pulsing of the dog’s scrotum – it’s almost hypnotic… Beyond it, his big cock, jammed inside his bitch’s pussy.
“You look amazing love…” Stammer Grant, finally breaking his silence. “Just keep going… Don’t let it beat you…”
She looks up at him as if she’d like to beat him… “That’s easy for you to… SSSAAAAYYYYY…” As the dog moves on her back, adjusting his position, his knot pulling her from within.
We cut back a low angle shot from the rear. Her thick thighs spread, the dog’s cock in her pussy, his knot stretching her out. Move around infront of her to see her face – big and loose, almost seeming to hang off the front of her skull… Wincing… Then we move over her shoulder and over her wide back to get a close-up of Thor – with his big open mouthed, tongue out, dumb-as-fuck smile. He’s having fun even if she isn’t.
And then we’re back in a wide-angle to take the whole scene in again – the big whore on the floor, husband crouching behind her, the beautiful dog on her back. “You’re doing amazingly…” Confirms Grant. Trying to encourage her, hoping this will make her go for longer.
And then the hairy beast pulls back from her – her crying out as his front legs move up and off her, no longer around her, he’s all of a sudden beside her, then turned away from her – his body still connected to hers by the umbilicus of his fat cock in her pussy – and she’s gasping harder than before, pursing her lips – breathing hard, crying a little. “That’s too much…” She holds it for a second, then continues, “I can’t take much more of this…”
His front legs are now down on the floor, both to the same wide of his lover’s body – his body at an angle to her, one hindleg in the air, scratching at her arse… Trying to turn him around… And soon enough he’s managed this, turning himself 180 degrees from this old cunt. Standing arse-to-arse. His tongue out, panting away, satisfied that he’s still in her pussy – still emptying his load into her.
And she’s still gasping and breathing through the sexual assault, until… Surprisingly… His cock simply pops out of her pussy, a gout of watery grey dog cum spilling out after it. As the beast wonders away. Grant reaches down under her pussy with a cupped hand and catches as much of that special Thor juice as possible.
Julia holds position, waiting on her hands and knees catching her breath, letting her cunt drain into her husband’s hand – making sure the sex is over… Looking both relieved and let-down at how suddenly it all ended.
Once she’s dripped dry downstairs, she rolls over until she’s sitting on that big wide arse of hers and looking up toward camera. She runs the fingers of one hand through her hair, pulling the loose strands back into position – trying look a little less like a dogslut who’s just fucked an animal. She blows out her cheeks, “Woooo!” and smiles. “Well, that was something else…” She exclaims. Looking right into camera and saying, “Never again!” Then looking around to Grant and repeating, with more emphasis. “Never again!”
Grant is still kneeling beside her, his hand cupped under her pussy, soaked and filled with dog-cum. He carefully brings it out from under her so as not to spill a drop. “Well… If this is the only time… Will you do this just for me..?” He says bringing the jism closer to her mouth so she can view the contents.
“I’m not sure what to say…” Exclaims Julia with an out-of-my-depth smile.
Grant pushes his suggestion… “I think you should drink it, love… For me… For the camera… If this is a one-time deal you’ll never get another chance…”
Still on all fours, Julia looks at him like the pervert he is. “Yes, you wouldn’t want to deny ME my one chance to do this, would you?” She says cynically, pretty certain that he just wants to see her drinking dog sperm, whether she likes it or not. She looks back at the camera, then back at Grant’s hand… “Give it here then…” She says, opening her mouth and tipping her head back a little.
He brings his hand up under her nose and she sniffs it as if she was tasting wine… Looks a little revolted… Then lowers her lips to it, and quickly slurps half the contents into her mouth – then raises her face to the camera – her disgust obvious as she swills the foul brew around, pushing it between her teeth for us to see, then swilling it again – then head back and swallow (with a little difficulty)… Then she drops her big mouth to his hand again and licks at it – trying to clean the rest up in one go… Grant tips his hand over and pushes up to smear the rest over her face in one dirty swiping motion – her trying to pull her head back, but not fast enough. Looking quite disgusted by what’s just happened.
We fade out on the look of horrendous disappointment on her face.
Fade back in on Grant, no sign of Julia – but we can hear the sound of a shower running in the background. Grant offers the summing up.
“I thought it was amazing… But I don’t think it was what she expected… I’m sure she’ll enjoy watching the video back though… She won’t have to feel it again, but she’ll be able to see how awesome she looked with that dog pounding into her…” He looks toward the bathroom, then back to the camera. “She was beautiful, wasn’t she?”
We’re not sure we saw the same thing he did. We like to see our sluts having a good time – happy sluts look great no matter what kind of body or face they have… Unfortunately she didn’t seem to have had much fun at all.
We cut to a brief shot of her walking out of the bathroom, towel around her chest, hanging down and splitting wide enough for us to see her pussy again. She looks clean and fresh, but still ashamed – as if she’s been crying. She gives us a brief look as she passes and Charley confirms that… “You signed the release before I started filming – so I’ll be showing this…” She sounds concerned but firm rather than threatening.
“Do what you bloody like…” Says Julia as she heads to her bedroom, turning as she closes the door to give us her last comment. “Let the world see the fat slut failing, eh?”
Back to Grant. “I don’t think she failed… I thought she looked amazing… I don’t think she’ll ever do it again, do you?” He asks Charley, before continuing without her answer. “But a man can live in hope…”
We fade out on his optimistic smile. We doubt he’ll get to see it again, but at least he’ll have the memory of her first time on video.
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