My Mother-In-Law Hates Me, Scene #01
Picture this: Scarlett Mae and her husband Billy, seated on their couch, tension thick in the air. Scarlett's face is a canvas of discontent, while Billy attempts to smooth things over. He assures her that his mom, Elexis Monroe, will only be crashing with them for a few days, just long enough to nail a job interview and scout for new digs. But Scarlett? She's not buying it. She's convinced Elexis can't stand her, though she can't quite put her finger on why. Billy, playing the diplomat, insists that despite their frosty past, Elexis doesn't harbor any ill will towards Scarlett. Just as the conversation reaches a stalemate, the doorbell chimes. Billy springs up to welcome Elexis, their greeting warm and familiar. But when Elexis and Scarlett lock eyes, the air crackles with unease. They exchange pleasantries that are about as warm as a winter's breeze. Elexis mentions her massage table stowed in the car, and Billy, ever the helpful son, dashes out to retrieve it, leaving the two women in a silence so awkward you could cut it with a knife. Massage table? Scarlett parrots, her brows furrowing in confusion. Elexis, her voice as crisp as a fall apple, explains she's now a masseuse, aiming to land a gig at a local parlor. Surprise, surprise, Billy hadn't filled Scarlett in on this little career development! Fast forward a smidge, and Billy's set up the massage table in the spare room. Elexis is all smiles, thanking him profusely. Then, she drops a bombshell: she needs a volunteer to fine-tune her massage technique. Billy, always the problem solver, suggests Scarlett. Both women hesitate, but ultimately, they concede. Billy makes a swift exit, leaving the stage set for an uncomfortable tango. Scarlett balks at the idea of stripping down, but Elexis suggests a compromise: bra and panties stay on. With a towel draped over her, Scarlett lies face down, and Elexis begins her tentative dance across Scarlett's back. The room is thick with discomfort, their small talk stilted and forced. Scarlett can't take it anymore; she suggests they call it quits. But Elexis, oh, she's got other plans. She's not holding back anymore. Round two commences, and this time, Elexis's touch is nothing short of magical. Scarlett melts under her expert hands, her reservations seemingly evaporating. Flip over, Elexis instructs, and Scarlett complies, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. That is, until Elexis's hands venture beneath her bra. Scarlett's eyes fly open, confusion etched on her face. What's going on here? Elexis explains, her voice steady and sure, that the breasts harbor tension. It's crucial, she insists, that they receive proper care. And wouldn't it be so much easier if Scarlett lost the bra? Scarlett wavers, but Elexis plays her trump card: wasn't it Scarlett who asked her not to hold back? Isn't this a technique she needs to master for her interview? Scarlett caves, and the bra hits the floor. What unfolds next is a symphony of touch, a dance of intimacy that blurs the lines between professional and personal. Elexis's caress becomes more sensual, more exploratory. Scarlett's breath hitches as Elexis's fingers trail lower, lower, until they brush against her most intimate of places. And then, a confession: Elexis doesn't hate Scarlett. Far from it. She's drawn to her, has always kept her distance because of it. The room crackles with a new kind of tension, and it's clear that Elexis isn't holding back anymore. Not one bit. Will Scarlett succumb to Elexis's touch, or will she put a stop to this unexpected turn of events? Can the frost between them finally thaw, giving way to something far more heated? The stage is set, the players are in position, and the dance of desire and tension is about to reach its fever pitch. Don't miss a single heart-pounding moment of this enthralling performance!
