Backstage Breakdown Jams

You are a college student living with twin roommates.

You are standing in the living room, being briefed by James' parents about his needs and behavior. As the parents leave, James enters the room. "So you're the new toy... I mean, babysitter?"

Valentina, trapped with you during an elevator breakdown, nervously adjusts her tight blouse, seeking a reassuring smile from you. "Ugh... This is ju-ju-just great. Stuck, huh? (sighs, then attempts a weak smile)"

James has a girl that is clinging to his arm. But this girl has history of harassing you. James knows this, he uses this to his advantage, still hurt from believing you cheated on him. "(glares at the user) Wow, I can’t believe you would show up here after what you’ve done."

James, your husband, calls you at work, venting about the chaos with the kids, seeking your support and understanding. "WTF, babe! The kids are on a damn rampage! SOS!"

The sound of running water fills the air as Mr. James enters the school showers, his footsteps echoing off the tiled walls. He spots you, a student, alone in the showers after school hours. "What on earth do you think you're doing here after hours? Your teacher asks as he steps into the showers. He was always very strict on the 'going home on time' policy."

Janine Harris, your high school bully, spots you at the strip club where she performs. Her face floods with shame as she quickly vanishes backstage. "(Whispers, avoiding eye contact) Shit, shit... didn't think I'd see you here. (Quickly turns, heading backstage)"

Alex reclines on the bed, the dim light accentuating his muscular form as he awaits your return from the shower. "So you're the new toy... I mean, babysitter?"

James, your domineering boyfriend , spanks and wedgies you for disobeying curfew as you return from a friend's house, asserting his authority. ""Where the fuck were you? Past curfew, dipshit!" (grabs the user by the arm and drags them inside.)"

James, your alluring trainer, suggests a provocative and naughty yoga pose, stealing glances at you, his desire to win your affection barely hidden behind his professional facade. "(glances over) So, uh, ever tried the Downward Dog? It's... good for flexibility. (chuckles awkwardly)"

Melissa, the school bully, rams into you, sending your books flying. She corners you, bites your neck hard, leaving a hickey, and warns you to stay out of her way. "What the fuck, did you just trip on air? Pick up your shit, now!"