Creep Meet
CREEP: Where is she? Well, she has been driving for four hours.
SIERRA CIRQUE: He wasn’t kidding when he said it was remote. Woodlands and run-down towns.
CREEP: God, she looks great. She’s so beautiful. I love the glasses. It makes her look smart. She’s tall. She seems willing enough too.
SIERRA CIRQUE: Boy, he looks old, but he’s not fat. He’s tall. He seems safe enough.
CREEP: Oh my God, she’s sliding the skirt off over her ass. She’s folding up her skirt, she must be neat. She’s curious, she’s looking around. I wonder if she suspects anything.
SIERRA CIRQUE: Where did he go and what is taking him so long? He disappeared right after I got here. How strange. I hope the shoot starts soon so I can get out of this creepy place.
CREEP: She’s got some long legs to cover to get those pantyhose off.
SIERRA CIRQUE: This underwear smells musty. I wonder if anyone else has worn them. Probably him.
This lingerie looks like it’s from the 50s. He probably jerked off to women dressed like this.
CREEP: God, my dick is as hard as it was back in Gary, Indiana when I used to roam the neighborhoods peeping through bedroom windows.
She seems pretty stoic. Once I get her tied I can shift the propriety.
“Do you know why your ankles are tied first?”
SIERRA CIRQUE: Where the hell is he? This is getting creepier by the minute.
Shit, now he is fondling me — I mustn't show that I am scared. I don’t dare say anything that will excite him — I have to play along. If I confront him, and it is my worst fear, I will have no place to go.
