No Glove, No Love

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In Chapter 16 of FULL BODY, massage parlor owner Yuri Vlaovic comes bearing 45-caliber birthday presents for his darling daughter Etya. Meanwhile, Australian spitfire Lindsay Lett gets 'up close and personal' with Navy Seal Gus Hardon ... while newbie masseuse Summer Donovan tangles with black ops spook Dwight Blank's grabby hands ...


INT. ETYA’S OFFICE - NIGHT
The sublimely ridiculously catchy
Austrian 80’s power-pop of
Falco’s AMERIKA over --

Etya.
Cleaning a gleaming Glock.

Vodka bottle and
shot glass nearby.

She nods to the music.
SLAMS down the magazine.

ETYA
How DARE she think
she can come into my life --
and FUCK with it -- AGAIN.

Etya pours a shot.
Raises it, a toast.

ETYA
To family.
(giggles)
Death in family --

Downs it.
She pours another.

Stands.
Downs it.

Starts doing a drunken,
demented twist.

ETYA
(sings)
Amerika, wo, wo, wo, wo --
Amerika --

A KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK
on the door.

She shuts off the music.

ETYA
Is open.
Come in.

Yuri ambles in.
Hands in pockets.
Eyes dancing.

YURI
I come bearing gift,
darling daughter.

ETYA
Oh!
I love gift --
but what about
security you promise?

Yuri pulls twin UZIS
out of this pockets.
Smiles.

YURI
They bring out the
black in your eyes.

ETYA
Oh, Poppa --
you know just what
to give a girl.
I think I’m going to cry --

INT. BLUE MASSAGE SUITE - AT THAT MOMENT
Lindsey and Gus clinch.
Devouring each other.

Gus has her up
against the wall.

Ravaging her.
Hungry. Needy. Horny.

GUS
You are so --

LINDSEY
Fucking -- hot --

GUS
(pulls back)
I want you.
I’ve gotta --

LINDSEY
Shhhhh.
The walls have ears.
And eyes.

IN THE MASSAGE ROOM
Lindsey looks at the camera
high up on the wall.

She walks directly below it.
Presses her ass
into the corner.

LINDSEY
Peek-a-boo,
I can’t see you --
(breathy)
Now where were we?

Gus comes to her.
Runs his fingers
through her hair.

GUS
Fucking our brains out?

He lifts her skirt.
Starts to slide in.

LINDSEY
Hey.

GUS
SEALS ride bareback, baby.
Gotta problem with that?

LINDSEY
(pulls out a condom)
Yeah, I do.
No glove, no love.
No deep stealth without it.

She deftly RIPS it open,
pops it in her mouth.
Smiles.

FROM BEHIND LINDSEY
we see her head move
down to his crotch.

SNAP.

GUS
Ow.

LINDSEY
Hey -- no pain, no gain.

FROM BEHIND GUS
we see him THRUST into her.

Hard.
Then harder.
Claws at her.

She writhes with
unbelievable pleasure.

LINDSEY
Holy fucking shit --

GUS
Permission to come, MISS --

LINDSEY
Permission -- GRANTED.

INT. GOLD MASSAGE SUITE - AT THAT MOMENT
Summer stands at the end
of the massage table.

Holds a coke inhaler to her nose.
SNORTS. Rubs it. SNORTS. Smiles.

DWIGHT (O.C.)
Took him out in one shot
from a range of
three hundred yards.
In the dark.
And I had a cold.

SUMMER
But he was a bad guy, right?

Dwight comes into frame.
Towel wrapped around his waist.

SLAPS down a large bundle
of bills. Takes the snifter.

DWIGHT
(SNORT)
El Presidente?
Elected by the people? Nah.
The White House was pissed
that he wouldn’t trade weapons
for blow.
(points at the cash)
That’s about five grand.
Should be enough for
a little slap and tickle.

He comes over.
Puts hands on her waist.
She backs away.

SUMMER
Slap and tickle?

DWIGHT
Wang dang sweet poontang, baby.

SUMMER
We can’t have intercourse.
It’s against the rules.
Now c’mon, get up on the table,
let me give you a massage.

DWIGHT
No fucking?
Ah, man -- what a gyp.
This sure as shit isn’t Thailand.
In Phuket? You can get a
thirteen-year-old virgin
for twenty bucks.
For the NIGHT.
And she doesn’t give you
any fucking lip.

SUMMER
Well, this isn’t Thailand.
And you better get your
butt in gear if you want
to feel my splendor.

DWIGHT
(raises hands)
One squeeze.
Each tit.
One hundy.

She nods. Pained.
He GRABS them.

DWIGHT
(squeeze-squeeze)
Honk-honk!

SUMMER
Ow! Not so hard!
That’s your first warning!

He giggles. Turns away.
Takes off the towel.

Reveals a bony white ass.
Gets up. Lays on his stomach.

DWIGHT
Jeez.
Such a delicate creature.
C’mon, lighten up.
This IS a service industry, you know --
(turns his head toward her)
How about a hundred for a blumpkin?