Happy Tuesday, crime slicksters. I assume you all had a nice holiday weak-end. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 8 of LEGS, private detective Carrie Love and policewoman Megan Paul go undercover at Club Fuck, where Carrie becomes immediately smitten with dominatrix Felina Bella Donna ... while demented German snuff filmmaker Klaus Speer watches ...
INT. CLUB FUCK - CONTINUOUS
Deliciously naughty club music, VERY LOUD.
A seedy, cozy, dark, dank den of depravity.
Monitors and screens show porn loops,
cartoons, psychedelic images.
The dance floor, a joyous,
sweaty mess of beauty, perversity.
Carrie and Megan scope out the scene at the bar.
CARRIE
(to the bartender)
Can I get a Cadillac Margarita?
(to Megan)
Whatcha want, doll? It's on me.
MEGAN
Cheap champagne, please.
I’m feelin’ kinda sleazy
all of a sudden.
CARRIE
That's my little peace officer.
(to the bartender)
And a split of champagne please.
Carrie squeezes Megan's ass,
laughs huskily.
MEGAN
Hey, hands off the merchandise.
Just 'cause we're in Rome doesn't mean --
CARRIE
Come on, babe, go with the flow.
We're undercover.
INT. CLUB FUCK - ANOTHER ROOM - CONTINUOUS
A FAT MAN dressed only in shoes and socks,
a third sock on his organ,
kneels at Felina's feet.
Klaus watches, snickers.
FAT MAN
Please, mistress,
I've been a very, very bad boy.
I need to be punished.
FELINA
You fat, disgusting piece of shit.
I only do men for money.
FAT MAN
Yes, mistress, I'm a fat,
disgusting piece of shit.
FELINA
(to Klaus)
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.
KLAUS
That was so funny.
What a disgusting little turd.
FELINA
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.
MEGAN
Just remember, this is not a date.
CARRIE
Come on, I just wanted
to get you in the mood.
(soaking it in, delighted)
Follow me.
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.
MEGAN
Nice crowd. Where's Rocky Horror?
I feel like I'm in a Roger Corman movie.
CARRIE
Hey, art imitates sex.
Welcome to the other side.
FELINA
delicately flogs the girl on the crotch.
The innocent gasps. She leans in,
gently kisses her on the mouth.
MEGAN
I like this part.
CARRIE
(sees something)
Shit, there's my client. Fuck.
(pulls out a pair of masks)
Here, put this on.
They put them on.
MEGAN
I feel like Catwoman.
CARRIE
I feel like getting another drink.
Come on. We'll come back.
MEGAN
Lead the way, mistress.
CARRIE
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.
MEGAN
I gotta say,
you can still put it away.
CARRIE
I'm a private dick --
comes with the territory.
Klaus oozes up alongside Carrie.
KLAUS
Well, what that a coincidence.
I'm a public dick.
CARRIE
(eyes him coolly)
Sorry, this dick is only work-related.
(beat, lights a smoke)
No offense.
KLAUS
No offense taken.
I like your style.
You're sharp, quick.
And you look good in rubber.
CARRIE
I like to think so.
(beat)
I kinda like your friend
back there in the playroom.
Strong. Agile. Commanding.
Felina appears beside Klaus,
leans on his shoulder.
KLAUS
Your ears must be burning,
Mistress Bella Donna.
It seems this masked woman
quite fancies you.
CARRIE
Pleased to meet you,
Mistress Bella Donna.
The name's Cat.
FELINA
Please, call me Felina.
They shake.
FELINA
Such a cute little kittie-cat.
Carrie blushes deeply, cheeks burning.
KLAUS
Perhaps you should take her
back to your place
for a saucer of milk.
FELINA
I just might.
CARRIE
Actually, I'm here to, uh --
Felina licks her finger.
Rubs her nipple through the latex.
FELINA
Don't tell me
you're lactose intolerant --
Aroused much, Ronnie? (quickly pulls hand from between legs) I wasn't doin nothin... honest! I got a... ummm... mosquito bite! That's right... a mosquito bit me! (sure you wanna go with that, Ronnie?) Hehe!
ReplyDeleteWOW!! AWESOME chapter! I think Megan needs something a little stronger... get her in the mood! Lol!!
I do LOVE that line... "Cheap champagne, please. I’m feelin’ kinda sleazy all of a sudden." Too cool!
Come on Megs... let's party, girl!! Woo Hoo!!
Oh, what's Felina and Carrie up to? "...a saucer of milk." Hehe... is "kitty" gonna get a cream? Muaahh!!
I love reading this and knowing that you have based all these characters on people you have met in your "travels"...
Of course, now I want to meet someone like Felina... hehehe!
Great read to come back to after a three day weekend... you create some really interesting, not to mention arousing, imagery here... and the dialogue is amazing!
Love it... love it... love it... <3 <3 <3
Now I gotta go talk to Tina about that cat o' nine... I just know she would love it, and I promise to be gentle... well, not too gentle... MUAAHHHH!!!
xoxoxoxo <3 <3 <3
Ronnie
I think that's one of my favorite scenes in the whole story. Takes me back to those days ... (sigh).
ReplyDeleteFelina Bella Donna is a composite of two girls I knew -- Felina was a pin-up model that I briefly dated, but she liked the drugs too much. Mistress Bella Donna and I spent one memorable night at an S/M secret society, where we both took turns demonstrating the 'proper' way to flog someone. Too much fun. I wasn't really into the scene THAT much -- was more into the clothes -- so after a brief foray, I split.
But for one shining moment, I was one of THE premier doms in LA ...
HA.
xoxoxo
Oh, that does sound like too much fun! I am definitely not the submissive type, but every now and then, I get this urge... won't call it a craving, at least not yet... but, this urge to surrender myself utterly and completely to another... just for a day perhaps, maybe a couple... just for the experience.
ReplyDeleteTHAT would be something to write about!
;=)