Tomcat

They humiliate her. And get it all on camera for the internet. Videotaping Tommy’s flailing body on the table as they take their turns. Once they satiate themselves, they roll her over onto her knees and bring out the wooden paddle. The spanking is anything but playful, as they dole out twenty resounding smacks, then laugh as they plant the daisy. While the men are finished with her, Tommy is far from done. The next time they see her, she’s behind the business end of a Slovenian, Obis fully automatic machine gun. The thugs, the “strong-arms” behind the cameras? Tommy chews through them like so much paper confetti. Now she’s hot on the trail of the extortionist; using sex and lies as her stock-in-trade. Meanwhile, Detective Benjamin Walsh, Homicide is he’s chewing through the same leads and hitting the same dead-ends. The race is on: if she wins, she recovers the incriminating video and she gets to clean house; if Walsh outsmarts her, the video becomes public domain, and she’ll be ruined!