Script for today:
Taylor standing up, fingers to face, as
she has just spilled a drink. Her expression says "oh,
natural clumsiness can be played to your advantage.
Taylor leaning forward, mopping up the
spilled drink. She’s is putting her cleavage perilously
close to one businessman’s face.
CAPTION: In the
interests of supporting local morality, the club has a strict
CAPTION: Which I
blatantly encourage a violation of.
A close-up view of the businessman’s
hand, reaching under Taylor’s skirt, copping a feel.
CAPTION: I pretend
just a little too loudly to enjoy.
TAYLOR (out-of-panel balloon): Oh…I think I like…
View of the businessman being manhandled
away from the club by two burly goon types. Taylor can be
seen in the panel, her face buried in her hands.
CAPTION: Don’t feel sorry for this guy. He’s a confederate.
Close-up view of a small, dark man at
another table. He’s pretending to read a menu, but is
actually surreptitiously glancing up over it.
CAPTION: With a
little luck, word will get out…
The Matronly Woman is yelling at Taylor,
who holds her hands out in a pleading expression. They
are standing in the dormitory. Some other girls in the
background are looking on, concerned.
am denounced as the worst kind of hussy by my employer.
The Matronly Woman has seized
Taylor’s French maid outfit and is tearing it off her.
CAPTION: I am
stripped of my uniform..
Taylor, back in travel clothes, walking
along the side of a road, carrying a heavy-looking bag over her
shoulder. Cars are whizzing past. A hot sun is
a disgraced foreign girl, now jobless, walking
back to the airport. Won’t somebody
offer her a ride?
Taylor standing by the roadside, A large
white stretch limo has pulled up beside her. A door has
opened to offer her a ride.
CAPTION: Why, it looks like some nice person will…
Taylor legs are the only things visible
as she gets inside the limo.
CAPTION: Though you
know what they say about accepting rides from strangers…
Taylor and FRAU KUPLER sit facing one
another in the back seat of the limo. Kupler is holding out
a bottle of water for Taylor.
this is who I hope it is, then word gets around fast in Munai.
KUPLER: Here, take this. You must be parched, you
poor girl. My name is Gutrune Kupler.
you, Ma’am. My name is Taylor.
Close up on Taylor’s face. She is
looking wide-eyed, while drinking thirstily.
on earth were you walking out in the hot sun like that? It’s
not good for your lovely skin, you must know.
Close-up on Taylor looking through the
glass, looking ashamed.
CAPTION: Frau Kupler
looks like someone’s sweet maiden aunt, not like the head of a
TAYLOR: Well I guess
I’m down on my luck a little, Ma’am. I came here to Munai to
work but I sort of…lost my job and my money and I was on my way
back to the airport…
View of Kupler in the back of the limo.
She is looking directly at us with an expression of sympathy and
I tell her my sorry story.
Side view of Kupler and Taylor in the
back of the limo. Kupler is leaning forward, intently.
Taylor is leaning back, her shoulders scrunched up a bit, looking
KUPLER: And how did
it feel when that man…fondled
Welll…like…I didn’t really mind. He was actually kinda
hot…and I like attention.
View of Kupler, who is looking down into
and reaching into a handbag for something.
Clearly your ex-employer
doesn’t know what he lost. Well, anyway, I would be happy
to have my driver take you to the airport, or, I might have an
little proposition of my own for you, if you’re interested…
With respect to the “little French maid” costume, one has to wonder: is there any other fetish with wider circulation?
Didn’t really think so. Image found at myfatpocket.