Monday, August 16, 2010

A Little Slap & Tickle



Happy Monday, clusterfucks! It's time once again to take a little trip to the dark side. Come with me on a journey of mayhem, violence, murder ... a little deviant sex ... at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace, right here ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 15 of FULL BODY, we return to The International, DC's most exclusive 'gentleman's spa,' where things are heating up when club owner/crime boss Yuri Vlaovic brings his darling daughter Etya a most violent present. Meanwhile, Aussie spinner Lindsay Lette and Navy Seal Gus Harden get down and dirty in a VIP room, and newbie Summer Donovan must fight off the pervy advances of black ops spook Dwight Blank.


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

Etya. Cleaning a gleaming Sig Hauser.
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
The liquid, bubbling Fraulein-trance of Iio’S RAPTURE over --

Lindsey and Gus in a 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
The silky, suave, international-intrigue
of Thievery Corporation’s INCIDENT AT GATE 7 over --

Summer, standing 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?

3 comments:

  1. See... I knew would I really like Etya once I got to know her... we have similar "likes" - we both like girls. We both like guns. We both like vodka; but, I like mine chilled. I keep a bottle of Imperia in the freezer all the time... nice cold shot! YUM!!

    Oh Yes!... now the sex.... mmm.... damn! I don't even do guys, and that was HOT!!

    "Honk honk.... giggle"? LOL!! So, the black ops guy likes to play, huh? Ouch!! Yeah buddy... don't squeeze so hard.... men!! haha!!

    Blumpkin? Do I want to now?

    Great chapter, Carole... I am so jealous of Etya... twin Uzi's? Yeah, a gift like that would bring a tear to my eyes too.. :-)

    Hope you had an awesome time at Chez Carole for your birthday!!

    xoxoxo <3 <3 <3

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  2. I don't know what's more fun, posting the scene, or reading your comments ...

    Thanks again, doll-face!

    As for what a 'blumpkin' is, is probably best you don't know ...

    (And yes, it amazed me that I could write a straight sex scene so well ... )

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  3. You are very welcome, Sweetie!! I should be thanking you though, for your awesome stories! <3

    Haha!! Okay, I'll take your word for it about blumpkin... haha!!

    Okay, gotta go read Tuesday's chapter! xoxo <3

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