Anchor: News has been coming in of an
unexplained incident at City Central station. The details at present
seem somewhat confused, but, errrm... there does appear to have been
some sort of mass hysteria affecting scores of rail commuters at the
busiest time of the evening. I think we can go to our reporter on the
scene Shiraz Cabernet for more details. Hello Shiraz?
(Cut to Shiraz Cabernet at Central Station)
Cabernet: Thanks Jacob, you know you do have
a very sexy voice. I hadn’t noticed that before. Errrmm... anyway,
yes, I'm here at City Central Station and it's an extraordinary
scene. Around thirty minutes ago strange things began happening here,
right in the middle of the evening rush hour. Several people began
acting in an increasingly sexually provocative manner, leading quickly
to scores of people engaging in explicit sexual acts openly on the
station concourse. It seems... ermm... it seems. I'm sorry, it's
getting a little hot here I'm losing my breath a little. Ummm... back
to Jacob Creek in the studio.
Anchor: Err...Thank you Shiraz. I'm sorry
viewers for the sudden loss of that report. Well, I'm hearing that we
are going to stay with this story though I'm told that footage of the
actual scene on the concourse at the moment is far too explicit to be
shown on your screens. We have another reporter outside the station
who we can now talk to for the latest news. Hello Pinot
Grigio?
(Cut to male reporter outside on the street amongst the
gathering crowds)
Grigio: Thank you Jacob. The scene outside
the station is complete chaos. Police are sealing off the entire
station now, allowing nobody in or out while the situation is assessed
further. Our own Shiraz Cabernet is trapped in the building with her
film crew so I'm sure we'll get more information from her in due
course. The details I can give you are fairly sketchy but it appears
that these strange activities began at around 6 p.m. When a handful of
apparently unconnected women began dancing provocatively and disrobing
whilst performing sexual acts on themselves. There was a 'knock on'
effect of some sort as many, many more people, male and female began
acting similarly strangely. There are fears that there may be poison
gas or some other kind of drug involved, or perhaps this is simply a
case of mass hysteria brought about by the recent high temperatures
and rush hour stress, it is simply too early to say as
yet. Jacob.
Anchor: Thank you Pinot. This is certainly a
remarkable story. We are trying to get our resident psychologist on
the line to get some insight from him. We will be back with this story
for developments as they happen, but right now we are going to take a
break and then it's Laurent Perrier with the weather, it's going to be
a hot one!
(Cut to commercials)
Anchor: What the hell is going on down
there? Hello?
Gantry: Hell Jacob, it's a total mess. We
have it all on the monitors up here, you just wouldn't believe
it. There are bodies everywhere.
Anchor: What? Dead?
Gantry: No you idiot! They're all fucking
each other stupid. It's insane. There are women taking it in every
hole at once, guys jerking off all over the place, girl on girl, guy
on guy, daisy chains, spit roasts, the whole nine yards. It's
dynamite!
Anchor: But is it news?
Gantry: I'm going to pretend I didn't hear
that you old fart. We are coming off air, and you are going to talk to
Shiraz again. We have the jump on every other network; we are the only
ones with someone INSIDE. We can't go live but I want you to anchor
this AS live, then we can try and edit up a segment afterwards that
will play OK on primetime. I gotta warn you, Shiraz is starting to act
a bit funny; you'll have to work her well. You think you can handle
that?
Anchor: OK, yeah I'll see what I can
do.
Gantry: Good man. Ok, we're back from
commercial now but we're putting out a bunch of recorded segments from
the regional shows. You've got as long as it takes but make it
good.
Anchor: Good evening, this is Jacob Creek on
the News Network. We're back with our main story now and can report
EXCLUSIVELY from inside City Central Station with our correspondent
Shiraz Cabernet. Shiraz?
(Cut to a slightly dishevelled Shiraz, her hair down and
slightly messy, jacket gone, half the buttons on her blouse
undone)
Shiraz: Hi Jacob honey, soooo good to hear
your voice. I'm here at...ummm... well I dunno, I'm just here and it's
great. Lemme show you. Come on Dom, shake that camera thingy over here
and show the folks at home what's up.
(panning shot of hedonistic excess)
Shiraz: You see that? Unbelievable. All
these people just consumed with lust. They just don't care. It's soooo
hot, it's really getting me juiced....errr... sorry. Ummm... let's try
and talk to someone. Oh yeah! Her, let's talk to her!
(Camera turns on a beautiful girl stripped to the waist, skirt
raised high, one hand tugging on a nipple, the other working itself
furiously down her panties)
Shiraz:
(a little breathlessly) Excuse me Miss? News Network. Could we
speak to you for a little bit?
Girl: Oooooohh my God. I think I'm gonna
cum.... oh yeah, film me, film me. I'm gonna be a porn star!
OOOooooohhhh...
Shiraz: Oh wow. Oh that's so hot.... oh... I
feel a little woozy... oh wow.
Anchor: Shiraz? Shiraz? Stay with me. We
need to get to the bottom... err.. I mean we need to keep abreast
of.... err.... Look, just stick to the damn story will you!
Shiraz: Oh Yes, yes of course...oh I love it
when you are strict with me Jake.... so MASTERFUL...mmmm. Anyway, yes,
let me try again. Excuse me Miss? Could you tell me why you are doing
that? Oh! Please don't do that! No! I have to talk to you!
Anchor: Gantry? What the hell do I do now?
That girl has got herself fastened to my reporter’s nipples and the
camera work is getting seriously shaky down there. I presume her
cameraman is doing what I think he's doing?
Gantry: I guess so Jacob. Dom Perignon is
usually pretty rock solid, so to speak. Just keep it going as well as
you can.
Anchor: Jesus, I'm a serious news man and
now I'm a porn director! This had better be worth it.
Gantry: You'll be buried under awards after
this Jacob, I promise you.
Anchor: Well, as you can see the scene at
City Central Station is pretty extraordinary. Our own reporter Shiraz
Cabernet seems to have been caught up in the mass hysteria down there
and is being...errr... sexually assaulted by a member of the commuting
public. Oh wait! Hold the camera there, no, back a little to the left!
I think we can see someone there who may be immune to whatever is
going on. There! That guy sitting on the bench. DOM! HOLD THAT DAMN
CAMERA STEADY WILL YOU!
I think we need to talk to this man, he's sitting motionless in
amongst the chaos; he's wearing a big padded coat with a fur-lined
hood obscuring his face. It must be ninety degrees under that! Dom?
Get hold of Shiraz and get over there. Where is she?
(The camera pans with Dom as he looks for Shiraz, finding her
draped over a hot dog stand, almost naked. A man is licking mild
mustard from her left breast; the girl commuter is licking ketchup
from her right breast. She is fellating a frankfurter)
Anchor: Oh my God. Twenty five years of
broadcasting and it comes to this.
Gantry: Stay with me Jacob! Don't let me
down here!
Anchor: Shiraz. I need you to focus one more
time for me. Dom, pick her up or something.
Shiraz: Oh Jake it's you again...mmmm if I'm
a good girl can I sit on your knee later on?
Anchor: Errr... yes yes, whatever... just do
this one thing for me. Dom will take you to the man I need you to talk
to. Don't screw this up.
(Dom and Shiraz make their slow, shaky way towards the
mysterious man, stepping over the fucking, oralising, masturbating
bodies as they go, but the closer they get, the more difficult it
is)
Shiraz: Hello everybody at home... all you
sexy, horny people. I'm here at the best party ever. Ohhhh it's
good. Look at him! That is MASSIVE!! Oh wow. I really need some cock
right now. Oops! Did I say that out loud? My tits are a bit sticky,
wanna lick them clean Mister? Thanks!
Ummm.. I'm going to talk to that guy over there cos my strict sugar
daddy in the studio wants me to. I dunno why though, he looks
boring. OOooh wait. Just wait a minute.
(Shiraz falls to the ground on her back and stuffs her hand
between her legs, bringing herself into multiple orgasmic
ecstasy. Over and over she cums, making no effort to stop. A splash of
semen lands on her bare tits from an unseen source)
Anchor: Shiraz! Come back to me! Dom? Was
that really necessary?
(An up and down 'nod' of the camera indicated that it
was)
Anchor: Well you can see from our pictures
that the closer we get to the man in the coat, the stronger and more
intense the ...ummm... situation is. Sweet Jesus I have never even
seen that in books! Our brave reporter Shiraz Cabernet and her
cameraman Dom Perignon are having to literally crawl now to reach this
gentleman. I'm very sorry for the poor quality of the images and
sound, I think Shiraz's microphone has ...err.... been somewhere it
wasn't designed to go.
Gantry: Good work Jacob, we're nearly
there.
Anchor: OK Shiraz. This is the guy you need
to talk to. Can you hear me? Please leave yourself alone for a
minute. Talk to him. Ask him who he is and what he knows about all
this.
Shiraz: Ummm...giggle... Hi there. You
know I'd really like to fuck you....ooops!
Man: I know.
Shiraz: So...ummm... you wanna be on TV? I
can get you on TV. Just let me sit on your cock for a while and I can
fix it.
Man: No. You must not touch me.
Shiraz: Awww... don't be shy... I can make
you feel soooooo good.
Man: Is this camera broadcasting
live?
Shiraz: ummmm... I dunno... it might be. Who
cares?
Man: Make it live and I will talk
Anchor: Gantry? Are you getting this? It's
your call, there's nothing else in shot to offend anyone.
Gantry: OK, we are going to cut back in
live. Keep Shiraz off camera. Four...three...two....one...
Anchor: Welcome back live to News
Network. Back to our main news item tonight and we have new exclusive
live footage from inside the stricken City Central Station. Our
reporter Shiraz Cabernet is with the man who this whole storm seems to
be centred on, and who is the only person seemingly immune from its
effects. Shiraz, you are live on News Network.
Shiraz: Um.... yeah.. I'm here... and umm,
this guy wants to talk, but he, like, doesn't want to fu....
(The microphone is snatched from her by the man and her words
float away. In homes across the country, in bars, college dorms, gyms
and electrical stores the man appears on the TV screen. Slowly he
reaches up and pulls back his hood, revealing himself. His bright eyes
sparkle. He smiles at millions of people)
Anchor: Awe crap...