Disclaimers: Weird Sex. Everyone's 18. Leave a comment.
Tiffany and Sara sit on the couch in their friend's trashy dorm. Sara has broad frizzed blonde hair and wears a photo shirt of a woman streaming sweat mouth wide in a shout into a microphone. Tiffany too is waxing - peak of her beauty - red ringlets and pouting lips and cheeks, dressed in powder blue. She is small and tight.
Veronica pushes the VHS they'd found abandoned in a gutter, pushes it with her hips into the machine. It's an old flip-up machine. Moves with its own rhythms when she pushes it down. A small blue triangle appears on its readout as she goes back to sit between her two best friends, reach over one to grab the popcorn bowl she'd set aside. Pretty host. In the dark her outline, smell of her, each warm beside the other.
Written in white on a black field, and held by a hand rendered in warm smudgy grainy fleshtones, the titlecard reads "Bunraku Sex Tape." As the title card drops out of view it reveals the ruddy nipples and lithe form of an athlete from neck to thighs as she raises the card held in her other hand: "Directed by Oxen."
She lowers this one too, turns and walks directly away. Slow flexors of asswalk and the back of her head come down into view. She pulls aside a black curtain and whips her head around. Her blonde hair haloes around her and she stares through the camera, sultry and foreign. Russian? Veronica's hands are on her friends legs and she doesn't quite know why. Come to yourself. Everyone seems comfortable with it. Girls can be sexy, it's okay.
The Russian spreads her legs and begins to finger herself as the camera pushes through the parted curtain. She falls off frame.
The camera's walked into a small red room, yellow accents on the furniture. A young woman waits on a divan in a cheap Chinese print robe, blue in a red field. One knee bared, calf bouncing with impatience. Hair in a tight bun. A door looms behind her. She twists her neck and gazes at the door. She smooths her robe.
Tiffany leans into Veronica to whisper. When her nose touches her friends ear she's overcome by the giggles. She recovers and presses her nose into her friends ear and whispers, "this movie is making me feel kind of weird." then collapses giggling behind. She rears back up and bites Veronicas neck. Veronica squeals and slaps the inside of her thigh hard.
"Hush, you two. Something's happening." As Sara says it she pulls Veronica's hand furthur up her thigh and clasps at it, scratching it with her nails.
The door in the video opens and in walks the troupe. All in black: a tall, broadchested, curly haired burlyman, an anemic looking older man with close-cropped hair, and a short chinese girl with glasses and straight bangs. They are all holding the rods that control the bright rosewood figure in their center. Its detailed face looks like a greek statue of a satyr. Nubby horns, wild grin, tongue protruding. Its hands are large - one shaped with a resting curve and the other with the fingers hooked in various positions. The legs dangled fairly lifeless on either side of its big, shiny cock.
