Clout - Scene 1

Sheen shows up at the club and finds Jack in his office. He’s short on cash and shorter on excuses, but Jack’s already bored of the song and dance. Sheen knows he’s busted. Still, he leans in with a smirk and pulls up his phone: a clip of some loud-mouthed influencers yelling at a thick-armed mechanic named Miles, their pretty assistant Hazel caught in the middle. Sheen swears Miles is about to blow up, says his clout’s gonna make them all rich. Jack watches, eyes narrowing, because the girl on screen is the same one who fucked him stupid a month ago and then cleaned out his safe on the way out the door. Flashback hits hard—Jack pinning Hazel to his bed, her small tits bouncing, blonde hair sticking to her sweaty face, ink on her ribs catching the light while he drove into her raw. She came loud, grinned like she owned him, then ghosted with his cash. Back in the present his jaw’s tight. He tells Sheen to set the meet. Revenge is about to pay dividends, and Hazel’s about to learn exactly how much she owes.