Onto today's joint from LEGS, and this one's a real kinky motherfucker.
First up, demented snuff filmmaker Klaus Speer takes a little visit to the dungeon of 'dominatrix to the stars' Felina Bella Donna ...
While private eye Carrie Love and her ex/patrolwoman Megan Paul go to Club Fuck to sniff out some clues, 'under cover' in latex ...
INT. FELINA'S LOFT - DUNGEON - DAY
A state-of-the-art-directed dungeon.
Felina SNAPS on a rubber glove.
Marches over to KENDRICK (30), preppy-blonde,
tied to the wall, whimpering.
Humiliated, wearing a maid’s uniform.
Stop crying, you disgusting little faggot piece of shit.
I'd hate to see you miss that big board meeting this afternoon.
You don't want the boys at the FIST National Bank
to know what you do on your lunch hour, do you?
No, Mistress -- I mean, yes, Mistress.
She CRACKS him in the nuts with her riding crop.
Thank you, mistress.
You should be thrilled.
I've never checked your prostate.
Felina lubricates the glove.
The doorbell RINGS.
Hold that thought. I'll be right back.
She marches off, arm aloft like a doctor going to the OR.
INT. PLAYROOM - DAY
A little girl's playroom. Lots of lace, ruffles, toys.
Three adult MEN (40’s) sit on the floor
dressed as Catholic school girls, busily coloring with crayons.
Felina stomps into the room.
Have my little girls colored some pretty pictures for their mistress?
The "girls" run up to her excitedly, show their drawings.
MALE LITTLE GIRL 1
Look, Mistress -- I did a bunny!
MALE LITTLE GIRL 2
Look at mine, I did a choo-choo train!
MALE LITTLE GIRL 3
Me, me -- look! I did Barney!
Very nice. Very nice.
And you stayed within the lines.
Another RING at the door.
Straighten up your room now.
After I finish punishing your daddy,
we'll have milk and cookies.
INT. FOYER - FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS
Felina peers through the peep hole. A wicked grin.
INT. DOORWAY - CONTINUOUS
It's Klaus. He bows, very elegant.
Felina. You look delicious as usual.
He takes her gloved hand and kisses it.
Oh, Klaus. You embarrass me.
Are you ready for your big screen debut?
Darling. Take me to my double-banger.
EXT. CLUB FUCK - NIGHT
A shitty concrete bunker. The marquee reads "CluB FUcK."
Nasty industrial music bleeds outside from within.
Carrie and Megan stand in line with a motley, kinky mob of male, female --
and everything in between -- CLUB KIDS.
They barely wear latex dresses, tons of make-up. They blend.
You're right, I'm nice and warm.
I thought I was gonna freeze my tits off.
That's the nice thing about latex.
Just wait until you’re hot and damp.
Megan looks around, then at the doorway.
Holy shit, that’s Marilyn Manson.
Jesus, that's a real catheter.
sees Carrie. Big smile.
gives a little “pageant wave.”
Marilyn -- hey.
(winks, holds up glass vial)
See you in the playroom.
He goes inside. Megan’s jaw drops.
Ziva sits behind the velvet rope, guarding the portal.
It's ten dollars.
(slips her some cash)
For both of us.
Hey, Legs, how ya doin? Where's the goddess?
Hey, Ziva -- she, uh -- she --
(grabs arm, pulls her)
C'mon, pussycat. We got work to do.
INT. CLUB FUCK - CONTINUOUS
Deliciously naughty club music, VERY LOUD.
A seedy, cozy, dark, dank den of depravity.
Monitors and screens show porn loops, cartoons, psychedelic images.
The dance floor, a joyous, sweaty mess of beauty, perversity.
Carrie and Megan scope out the scene at the bar.
(to the bartender)
Can I get a Cadillac Margarita?
Whatcha want, doll? It's on me.
Cheap champagne, please.
I’m feelin’ kinda sleazy all of a sudden.
That's my little peace officer.
(to the bartender)
And a split of champagne please.
Carrie squeezes Megan's ass, laughs huskily.
Hey, hands off the merchandise.
Just 'cause we're in Rome doesn't mean --
Come on, babe, go with flow. We're undercover.