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In Chapter 3 of FULL BODY, we return to The International, Washington DC's premiere upscale massage spa, where Aussie spitfire Lindsay Lette works her wonders on 'Dookie', the speaker of the house of representatives. Meanwhile, fresh-faced Summer Donovan interviews for a job with Etya Vlaovic, lesbian daughter of Yuri, the Croatian crime boss who owns the club ...
INT. BLUE MASSAGE SUITE - NIGHT
Dookie’s about ready for lift-off.
So is his propeller beanie.
we see Lindsey kneading his doughy flesh.
One hand works its magic.
Up and down. Up and down.
The other, his chest.
Long, blonde hair brushes him.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
Sis boom bah -- uhhhhh --
uh, that’s so good.
Such a good boy, so good --
Ahhhhhhh -- ahhhhhhh --
EXT. DC LOFT DISTRICT - AT THAT MOMENT
Summer pulls her Jeep up to what looks like a loading dock.
Faded letters above on the brick read
INT. JEEP - CONTINUOUS
She looks at the address scrawled on a slip of paper.
This is the right address --
INT. BLUE MASSAGE SUITE - AT THAT MOMENT
Dookie reaches an ear-splitting CLIMAX.
Sweet Mother Mary of CHRIST FUCK ME JESUS!
Lindsey deftly feints to the left, as --
IN SLOW MOTION
Dookie’s LOAD flies across the room --
And hits the wall -- SPLAT.
Go, TEAM! Two POINTS!
lies back. Closes his eyes.
I haven’t come like that since I was pup.
That’s why we’re the best,
Mr. Speaker Of The House.
Now hop in the shower.
I gotta clean up,
and YOU have an
appropriations bill to introduce.
(eyes fly open)
Shit. You had to remind me of that --
INT. RECEPTION AREA - AT THAT MOMENT
Chrome and glass outta Architectural Digest.
Tiki bar with lava lamps.
A BREATHLESS poster.
Summer sits on an outrageous couch.
Soaks it all in.
Nearby, behind a desk,
sits REYNOLDS TAN, (24)
tightly-wrapped temptress in blonde leather.
Amerasian lips curled in a self-satisfied sneer.
Aware of her impact. Works it.
She touches her headset.
Listens. Looks at Summer.
You can go in now, Ms. Donovan.
She’s ready for you.
(doesn’t get it)
CAMERA follows Summer
walk to a connecting door.
We see the grease stain on her rear end.
Tissue on the back of her knee.
INT. ETYA’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Summer stands in the doorway. Coy. Expectant.
Hi, I’m --
You certainly are.
Please, come in. Sit.
Make yourself at home.
Summer goes to the chair
opposite Etya’s desk.
Would you like some vater,
a soft drink?
No, thanks. I’m fine.
So tell me why you wish employment
in establishment such as this.
Well, I’m an artist, a, a --
and I’ve heard that
the schedule is flexible.
Yes, it is. And so are the girls.
I’m sorry. I make joke. Cannot resist.
I’m how you say, a bit of a bon vivant.
Etya’s eyes devour Summer.
Licking their chops. Waiting.
Oh. And, well --
I’ve heard the money is really good.
It is, yes.
But you have to be villing to,
how you say, do certain things.
We offer more than just spa and massage.
What kind of -- things?
You seem like smart girl.
I’ll be blunt.
The gentlemen that come here
expect full release, a --
‘happy ending’ as you call it.
But that’s it, right?
We don’t have to --
NO. No sex!
The girls are NOT allowed
to have oral, anal or vaginal contact.
No intercourse, no blow job.
Anyone caught doing that
is terminated IMMEDIATELY.
Now, you can negotiate ‘extras,’ for tips.
You take top off, fifty bucks.
Squeeze boob, another fifty.
You do role play,
say man wants to be humiliated.
Wear pumps. Whatever.
Is extra money for you.
Smart girl can clean up.
Summer thinks it over.
You have any questions?
When can I start?