Being Neighborly

Outside the quiet suburban door, Selina (Dava Foxx) hovers with her son Ray (Rion King), fingers itching toward the bell. They murmur in low tones, hinting at the shadowy motive dragging them here. The chime echoes, and Bridget (Natasha Nice) answers—eyes shadowed, spirit broken. Neighbors, it turns out. Selina's sly words twist like smoke, coaxing Bridget to let them cross the threshold. CUT TO TITLE Over steaming tea, the truth spills: Bridget's man is gone, swallowed by death's cruel jaws. Ray's gaze turns hungry, his banter laced with heat. Shock ripples through Bridget as Selina eggs it on, a twisted cheerleader in the gloom. Then Selina slips out, purse in hand, vanishing like a ghost. Tension crackles in the air, thick and electric. Ray preys on her ache, whispering promises of raw escape from grief's grip. She crumbles, crashing into him with a fierce, desperate kiss. Straddling his lap, she drops low, thighs parting, her lips wrapping tight around his throbbing cock, head bobbing with urgent rhythm, sucking deep and wet. The camera pulls back—Selina lurks in the shadowed doorway, unseen by Bridget, a sly grin carving her face. Ray steals a glance, their eyes locking in silent conspiracy. 'Perfect,' she mouths, flashing an approving OK sign. He winks back, bold and complicit, as she slinks away, scheme unfolding just as scripted.