Onto today's rip-roaring episode of LEGS, where not only the plot is heating up, it's positively steaming ...
Lipstick lesbian private eye Carrie Love, along with equistrienne patrolwoman Megan Paul, have gone undercover at Club Fuck, and fall into the clutches of demented snuff filmmaker Klaus Speer, and his trusted 'dominatrix to the stars', Felina Bella Donna.
Let the games begin ...
INT. CLUB FUCK - BACK BAR - NIGHT
A FAT MAN dressed only in shoes and socks,
a third sock on his organ, kneels at Felina's feet.
Klaus watches, snickers.
Please, mistress, I've been a very, very bad boy.
I need to be punished.
You fat, disgusting piece of shit.
I only do men for money.
Yes, mistress, I'm a fat, disgusting piece of shit.
I can't even insult this retard, it'll turn him on.
(to fat man)
Back to your cesspool, you fat fuck.
She PUSHES his face with a flourish.
Turns to Klaus.
That was so funny.
What a disgusting little turd.
I'm sick of these fucking tourists.
Let's go check out the playroom.
INT. CLUB FUCK - DANCE FLOOR - CONTINUOUS
Carrie and Megan weave their way through the packed club.
Just remember, this is not a date.
Come on, I just wanted to get you in the mood.
(soaking it in, delighted)
INT. CLUB FUCK - PLAYROOM - CONTINUOUS
A perverse, trashy siren song undulates in the dark haze.
Plain brick walls and a scattering of tables and chairs.
The crowd mingles, sip drinks, like any cocktail party.
A YOUNG GIRL in panties and bra stands
on a small platform tied to a cross with dozens of intricate white cords.
Felina CRACKS a cat o' nine tails across the girl's pale,
bare skin. She quivers with astonished pleasure.
CARRIE AND MEGAN
watch. Carrie, wistful. Megan, disbelieving.
Nice crowd. Where's Rocky Horror?
I feel like I'm in a Roger Corman movie.
Hey, art imitates sex.
Welcome to the other side.
delicately flogs the girl on the crotch.
The innocent GASPS.
She leans in, gently kisses her on the mouth.
I like this part.
Shit, there's my client. Fuck.
(pulls out a pair of masks)
Here, put this on.
They put them on.
I feel like Catwoman.
I feel like getting another drink.
Come on. We'll come back.
Lead the way, mistress.
Don't tempt me.
INT. CLUB FUCK - FRONT BAR - CONTINUOUS
Our detectives sit at the bar with fresh cocktails.
Carrie licks salt off the rim. Takes a long sip.
I gotta say, you can still put it away.
I'm a private dick -- comes with the territory.
Klaus oozes up alongside Carrie.
Well, what that a coincidence. I'm a public dick.
(eyes him coolly)
Sorry, this dick is only work-related.
(beat, lights a smoke)
No offense taken. I like your style.
You're sharp, quick.
And you look good in rubber.
I like to think so.
I kinda like your friend back there in the playroom.
Strong. Agile. Commanding.
Felina appears beside Klaus, leans on his shoulder.
Your ears must be burning, Mistress Bella Donna.
It seems this masked woman quite fancies you.
Pleased to meet you, Mistress Bella Donna.
The name's Cat.
Please, call me Felina.
Such a cute little kittie-cat.
Carrie blushes deeply, cheeks burning.
Perhaps you should take her back
to your place for a saucer of milk.
I just might.
Actually, I'm here to, uh --
Felina licks her finger.
Rubs her nipple through the latex.
Don't tell me you're lactose intolerant.