Post by WilliamSteele on Feb 26, 2013 15:01:07 GMT -5
~~Scene fades us into find Art Vanderlay sitting on the couch in a hotel suite in Atlantic City New Jersey. Several stacks of cash lie on the table next to him as grunts and moans are heard coming from the bedroom. After several minutes a woman who looks to be about twenty five steps from the room wearing nothing but a black lace thong. She skips over to the couch sitting next to Art draping her legs over his and resting her head on his shoulder. Some scuffling is head coming from the room as a man of about forty five stumbles out and quickly places another stack of cash on the table and walks out the door to the hall~~
Art- Becca, my dear you are doing marvelous work in there, and by far the best worker I have seen the past couple of days.
Becca-*giggling softly* Aw thank you sir…So when is it going to be your turn?
Art- Oh not any time soon as you still have several more clients waiting in the lobby, so do me favor and get your ass back in the bedroom before I decide that your little child will just have to stay in foster care for another ten years.
~~Becca’s eyes start to tear up but she stands and walks back to the bedroom as a knock comes to the main door.
Art- Enter, you waste of oxygen whoever you are!
~~The door slowly opens and a portly short waddles in wearing a meter maid uniform. He stops as he sees Art sitting on the couch.~~
Eastman-Oh hello…You!
Art-Hello…Eastman! What are you doing here?
Eastman- Well you see I’ve heard through the grapevine that you my friend have several unpaid parking tickets…And seeing how I am part of the parking authority I feel it is my job to let you know your car is being towed!
~~Eastman throws his head back laughing maniacally.~~
Art- Hey fat ass! Why don’t you waddle you and those double D moobs of yours into the kitchen and take the box of Drake’s cakes and choke on them!
~~Eastman’s eyes light up as the words Drake’s cakes are spoken. He quickly makes his way to the kitchen grabbing the box and walks out the door and turns down the hallway, as the door slowly closes Art locks eyes with a man in black silk suit and a crimson red tie standing on the other side of the hallway before he turns to follow Eastman.~~
Art- Becca my dear I have to go and retrieve your next customer please stay in the room until I return…
~~Art makes his way to the table and starts loading stack after stack of cash into a duffle bag. Pulling his own wallet from his back pocket pulls a single dollar bill from within leaving it on the table, before walking out the front door. Art makes his way to the stairwell and disappears down the stairs. The next morning the front door to the suite is kicked in as several Atlantic City police officers rush the room. Becca shrieks and cowers on the far side of the couch. After a few minutes a dark hair blue eyed man wearing a maroon button down shirt dark khaki pants and brown trench coat comes into the room and speaks to Becca~~
Trench coat- Miss, my name is Lieutenant Stevens…I need to know how you got access to this locked room?
Becca- What? I don’t understand…my friend rented this room last night?
Stevens- Ma’am this room has been listed as vacant for the past two days according to hotel management…and after reviewing security footage we show only you entering the room around four pm yesterday and different male visitors coming and going up until eleven thirty, with the last one being a city of New York Parking Authority officer known as Eastman….who was found choked to death on what appear to be Drake’s coffee cakes just a few hours ago, so again how did you gain access to this room?
Becca- I swear that I was invited to this room by my sweetheart who told me it was rented for the weekend…
Stevens- Ms. Norwell, you can keep spinning this tale that you were invited here and thought the room was rented by a friend, but it will get you nowhere, now the manger has agreed to let it slide if you will just pay for the room or you can go to jail, which choice do you want?
Becca- Well of course I will pay for the room to avoid jail let me just get my purse.
~~Becca digs in her purse for a moment or two before pulling out a stack of bills~~
Becca- Here gives this to manager and just have him keep the extra…
~~Stevens takes the money and walks from the room as Becca sits down on the couch. A few minutes later another man walks into the room flashing a badge showing his name to be Kent Harris Detective for Atlantic City.~~
Kent- Ma’am you are under arrest for trespassing, breaking and entering and for solicitation of sex, you have the right to remain silent anything say can and will be used against in a court of law…
Becca- Wait…this is bullshit! That other detective said if I paid the hotel manager I wouldn’t go to jail!
Kent- Ma’am I don’t know who you spoke to or who told you that but I am the only detective on this case.
~~Detective Harris places Becca in handcuffs as the scene cuts to a parking garage as Art Vanderlay is seen sitting in a car wearing a brown trench coat counting a wad of cash as the scene fades to black~~
Art- Becca, my dear you are doing marvelous work in there, and by far the best worker I have seen the past couple of days.
Becca-*giggling softly* Aw thank you sir…So when is it going to be your turn?
Art- Oh not any time soon as you still have several more clients waiting in the lobby, so do me favor and get your ass back in the bedroom before I decide that your little child will just have to stay in foster care for another ten years.
~~Becca’s eyes start to tear up but she stands and walks back to the bedroom as a knock comes to the main door.
Art- Enter, you waste of oxygen whoever you are!
~~The door slowly opens and a portly short waddles in wearing a meter maid uniform. He stops as he sees Art sitting on the couch.~~
Eastman-Oh hello…You!
Art-Hello…Eastman! What are you doing here?
Eastman- Well you see I’ve heard through the grapevine that you my friend have several unpaid parking tickets…And seeing how I am part of the parking authority I feel it is my job to let you know your car is being towed!
~~Eastman throws his head back laughing maniacally.~~
Art- Hey fat ass! Why don’t you waddle you and those double D moobs of yours into the kitchen and take the box of Drake’s cakes and choke on them!
~~Eastman’s eyes light up as the words Drake’s cakes are spoken. He quickly makes his way to the kitchen grabbing the box and walks out the door and turns down the hallway, as the door slowly closes Art locks eyes with a man in black silk suit and a crimson red tie standing on the other side of the hallway before he turns to follow Eastman.~~
Art- Becca my dear I have to go and retrieve your next customer please stay in the room until I return…
~~Art makes his way to the table and starts loading stack after stack of cash into a duffle bag. Pulling his own wallet from his back pocket pulls a single dollar bill from within leaving it on the table, before walking out the front door. Art makes his way to the stairwell and disappears down the stairs. The next morning the front door to the suite is kicked in as several Atlantic City police officers rush the room. Becca shrieks and cowers on the far side of the couch. After a few minutes a dark hair blue eyed man wearing a maroon button down shirt dark khaki pants and brown trench coat comes into the room and speaks to Becca~~
Trench coat- Miss, my name is Lieutenant Stevens…I need to know how you got access to this locked room?
Becca- What? I don’t understand…my friend rented this room last night?
Stevens- Ma’am this room has been listed as vacant for the past two days according to hotel management…and after reviewing security footage we show only you entering the room around four pm yesterday and different male visitors coming and going up until eleven thirty, with the last one being a city of New York Parking Authority officer known as Eastman….who was found choked to death on what appear to be Drake’s coffee cakes just a few hours ago, so again how did you gain access to this room?
Becca- I swear that I was invited to this room by my sweetheart who told me it was rented for the weekend…
Stevens- Ms. Norwell, you can keep spinning this tale that you were invited here and thought the room was rented by a friend, but it will get you nowhere, now the manger has agreed to let it slide if you will just pay for the room or you can go to jail, which choice do you want?
Becca- Well of course I will pay for the room to avoid jail let me just get my purse.
~~Becca digs in her purse for a moment or two before pulling out a stack of bills~~
Becca- Here gives this to manager and just have him keep the extra…
~~Stevens takes the money and walks from the room as Becca sits down on the couch. A few minutes later another man walks into the room flashing a badge showing his name to be Kent Harris Detective for Atlantic City.~~
Kent- Ma’am you are under arrest for trespassing, breaking and entering and for solicitation of sex, you have the right to remain silent anything say can and will be used against in a court of law…
Becca- Wait…this is bullshit! That other detective said if I paid the hotel manager I wouldn’t go to jail!
Kent- Ma’am I don’t know who you spoke to or who told you that but I am the only detective on this case.
~~Detective Harris places Becca in handcuffs as the scene cuts to a parking garage as Art Vanderlay is seen sitting in a car wearing a brown trench coat counting a wad of cash as the scene fades to black~~