Infidelity Clause

FADE IN on Marla (Evelyn Claire), a sharp-eyed private eye with a cigarette dangling from her lips, huddled in a dimly lit booth with mark Michael (Thrill). He's got that desperate glint, convinced his trophy wife Nicole (Candice Dare) is stepping out. He spills it: nail her with proof of cheating, and he'll trigger the prenup's infidelity escape hatch. Nicole's loaded, and he dangles a fat bonus if Marla delivers the dirt. She smirks, takes the gig. CUT TO TITLE. Shadows cling as Marla shadows Nicole into a steamy coffee joint, slipping in unseen. Nicole fires up her laptop, screen glowing with raw LGBT heat—lesbian fever dreams, explicit clips of women tangled in forbidden lust. Marla's pulse quickens; this ain't the straight affair she banked on. Next dawn, Marla stalks her to a sweat-slick yoga den. In the humid lobby, she pounces, feigning a past-class run-in. 'You're stunning,' Marla purrs, eyes locking with Nicole's, sparking electric tension, bodies inches from brushing in a haze of mutual hunger. But the spark fizzles short. Back in her smoke-filled office, Marla snaps at Michael: no cock-hard evidence of fucking around, but Nicole's a bottled-up dyke, craving pussy in secret. Michael's sneer cuts deep—no proof, no payout. Marla grits her teeth, refusing to fold.