Pole Position

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In Chapter 5 of FULL BODY, it' just another day at The International, DC's most exclusive spa, where right now Australian spitfire Lindsay Lett is servicing defense contractor William 'Big Willie' Birmingham. Meanwhile, French/African gazelle Ayanna Prouxl is teaching new girl Summer Donovan the fine art of erotic massage ...


INT. RED MASSAGE SUITE - DAY
Lindsey lays out red towels.
Resplendent in an outre
little black cocktail number.

In the spa is
WILLIAM ‘BIG WILLIE’ BIRMINGHAM (65),
defense contractor.

Big gutted. Red-nosed.
Perspiring. Strange rug.

Everything that weapons
for bucks can buy.

He puffs a Cuban.
Sips champagne from a flute.
Grins.

BIG WILLIE
Y’all better get
a move on, lil’ lady.
Times a-wastin.’
I’m as randy as a sailor
at a Tijuana pony show.

LINDSEY
What’s a -- ‘pony show?’

BIG WILLIE
Thas’ where ya watch a horse
fuck a Mexican whore.
Gets yer juices goin.’

LINDSEY
(smiles, starts to undress)
You’re feeling awfully naughty today --

BIG WILLIE
You bet yore beautiful hide.
Jus’ sold me a passel a’ heat-seeking
stealth ground-to-air missiles to Uncle Sam.
Made out like Jeb Bush at a bikini car wash
for cancer kids.

Lindsey neatly folds her dress
on a hanger. Sits.
Starts to take off her shoes --

BIG WILLIE (CONT'D)
(eyeing her, throaty)
Leave the shoes on.
Leave ‘em on.

LINDSEY
But these are Jimmy Choos --
they’re very expensive.

BIG WILLIE
Fuck that.
I’ll buy ya a new pair.
They’re fuckin’ HOT.
Keep ‘em on.

Lindsey eyes him.
Sips her champagne.

Raises a six-inch platform.
Starts to step down into the spa.

LINDSEY
Here’s to five-hundred dollar
toilet seats --

She settles into the water.
Takes a glass. They clink.

BIG WILLIE
Five-hundred dollar crapper lids.
Thas’ fucking FUNNY.
(thinks)
I’ve never charged more
than four-hundred myself --

PUSH IN ON Lindsey’s face.
Her fake, frozen smile.

Eyes glassy.
Anywhere else but here.

INT. GOLD MASSAGE SUITE - AT THAT MOMENT
Summer lies on her back.
A small, gold towel on her privates.
Ayanna works on her legs.

AYANNA
Slowly, not to rush,
you never want them
to think you are rushing --
(beat)
You have beautiful knees.
Sharp. Sleek.

SUMMER
It’s from rollerblading.
Gives you a nice cut.
Great range of motion cardio, too --

AYANNA
I see.
I must try this rollerblading.
I need -- range of motion.

She reaches the top of Summer’s thighs.

SUMMER
That -- tickles.

AYANNA
It is anticipation.
The man now thinks you are
going for the twig and berries.
(places hands on Summer’s abs)
But you surprise them,
and leapfrog over the tent.

SUMMER
'The tent?'

AYANNA
When the man’s cock is erect,
it pops up the towel,
makes a little tent.

She slowly massages Summer’s abdomen
in slow circles.

AYANNA (CONT’D)
This increases the anticipation,
as you start to circle the area --
before we get into pole position --

INT. RED MASSAGE SUITE - AT THAT MOMENT
Big Willie lies on the table on his stomach.
Big, fat white ass in the air.
A beached sea mammal.

Grabs the table with pudgy fingers.
Wriggles his toes.

Lindsey kneads Willie’s
doughy ass-flesh.

He FARTS.

LINDSEY
EWWW!

She pulls away.
Holds her breath.
Makes a face.

WILLIE
Sorry ‘bout that.
Musta been the barbe-cued
baby back ribs --

LINDSEY
For breakfast?

WILLIE
Sticks ta yer ribs -- ha.

Lindsey goes to the bar.
Pours champagne.
Breathes deeply.

Grabs an air freshener.
Sprays the area.

WILLIE (CONT’D)
Why don’tcha go
open up my briefcase.
I brought us a sur-prize.

LINDSEY
(sarcastic)
Ooh, I love surprises.

She opens it.
Pulls out a STRAP-ON DILDO
and harness.

LINDSEY (CONT’D)
You want me to -- bugger you?

WILLIE
Hey, you said you were a feminist --