Thursday, October 5, 2017

Two Appetites in Communion

FADE IN
INT. CLUB - NIGHT
It's a rave Halloween party at a club. In the pit, people
dance in a dazzling light show. Lithe DESTINY, dressed as a
psychedelic vampire, has captured the band's attention.

They play to her as she to them, thrusting her hips,
gyrating, flailing, all in perfect rhythm. She mesmerizes. A
pentacle hanging from her beaded bra top catches the light.

JON HARKER, 50ish, and his sidekick RENFIELD, a bit younger,
squeezed against the rail in a box above the dancers, flinch
as the reflected beam traces across their faces.
                    RENFIELD
          Thank heaven for little girls.
                    HARKER
          She's Felicity. Quincey dumped her.
          Said she was too slutty.
                    RENFIELD
          So I'm drooling over your son's
          reject. What does that make me?
                    HARKER
          Mortal and a man with great taste.
          Can you imagine riding her? Those
          legs clutching your back?
                    RENFIELD
          Dude, you can't be serious.
                    HARKER
          I can too be. 'Too slutty' sounds
          like a cure right now. I've been in
          fap rotation for months since our
          marriage hit the rocks.
                    RENFIELD
          Lucy will come to her senses.
                    HARKER
          Ren, Lucy lives with a broker in a
          Park Avenue penthouse. Mina says
          Holmwood licks champagne from her
          navel. I'm not holding my breath.
                    RENFIELD
          My wife told you Lucy's lover licks
          champagne from her navel?

Destiny hits a vape pen and becomes a dervish. The men sigh.
Renfield sees MADAME WESTERNA and squawks.
                    RENFIELD
          I'm out of here. That's the wild
          dominatrix who loves Of Montreal.
                    HARKER
          Didn't you say you enjoyed her--
                    RENFIELD
          Don't die regretting, Jon. Do it.
Renfield flees leaving Harker alone to watch Destiny's show.

MONTAGE - INT. CLUB - NIGHT
Destiny consumes prodigious quantities of joints, powders,
pills, drops, as well as one beer. Mostly she drinks water,
discarding plastic bottles helter skelter around her.

She takes many dance partners, men and women. Harker's
anxiety becomes ever more apparent. Finally, he races to the
stairs, pushing past a crowd descending.

INT. CLUB FLOOR - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
And the show is over. Drained people search for the exit.
House lights come on. Harker sees Destiny near the stage.
She danced a lot, but didn't sweat. Her hair is wild and
pupils wide wells. Harker confidently angles towards her.
                    HARKER
          Hi, Felicity. You probably don't
          remember me but I'm--
                    DESTINY
          I'm Destiny. Felicity is my older
          sister. How do you know her?
                    HARKER
          My son Quincey... He, well...
               (stops, looks guilty)
          Hey, look, I'm sorry. I wondered if
          you wanted me to call you a cab.
                    DESTINY
          How sweet. I am actually here with
          some friends. So, don't worry.
She straightens the straps of her beaded bra top, twists the
pentacle above her pierced belly button, and frowns.
                    HARKER
          Quincey wouldn't forgive me, if I
          saw you so wasted and didn't--
                    DESTINY
          So wasted?
                    HARKER
          I watched you from upstairs.
                    DESTINY
          The whole show? You do care.
Her eyes draw together. She looks unexpectedly sober.
                    DESTINY (CONT'D)
          Even with Felicity around, Quincey
          used to say his Nebuchadnezzar would
          love a tumble in my lawn.
                    HARKER
          Oh, I wasn't--
Harker shuffles his feet, licks his lips, and swallows.
                    DESTINY
          Even I'm getting older.
                    HARKER
          You're really pretty.
                    DESTINY
          Uh-huh. You want to spear my shaved
          clam, pestle me to powder... You can
          say the word. I'm no lady.
                    HARKER
          Will you?
                    DESTINY
          No. Look, I'm sympathetic, but it's
          just disgusting. I'll tell you what,
          though. I am broke! For two hundred
          dollars I'll make your knob shinier
          than Croesus's.
                    HARKER
          Two hundred dollars.
                    DESTINY
          For your bodily fluids here.
She points to her pierced tongue.
                    DESTINY (CONT'D)
          What do you say, Romeo?
                    HARKER
          I'll just visit an ATM.
                    DESTINY
          Visit one in the bar. Bring me back
          something with vodka.
INT. BAR - NIGHT
He holds her drink in line for the ATM. When it's his turn,
he drops his card, kicking it into some fluid. He retrieves
it, dries it on a sleeve, and slides it in the ATM.

INSERT - TEXT OF ATM MACHINE
The screen shows an $881 opening balance, a $200 withdrawal,
and a $15 service charge. Ending balance is $666. He changes
the amount to $300 instead.

BACK TO INT. BAR - NIGHT
His happiness grows as each bill emerges. Destiny appears
and takes the drink.
                    DESTINY
          I assumed you changed your mind.
                    HARKER
          I should just drive you home.
                    DESTINY
          This is the beginning of my night,
          not the end. If you still want your
          Scooby Snack, meet me out front.
          I'll wait five minutes.

INT. WASHROOM - NIGHT
It's nasty. People gave up pissing in toilets hours ago.
Paper towels, used condoms, and toilet paper litter the
floor. Half the sinks are clogged. Harker faces the mirror.
                    HARKER
          You can do this. She's just a girl.
He performs quick ablutions and rushes out the door.

INT. HARKER'S CAR - NIGHT - LATER
They sit in the back of his wide sedan. Destiny stretches
out, relaxed, and rakes Harker's wrists with her nails.
                    HARKER
          Will you get naked too?
                    DESTINY
          So you can perv? I'm almost naked.
          Use your imagination, Mr. Harker.
                    HARKER
          Call me Jon.
                    DESTINY
          Strip for me, Jon.
Harker is so fast his clothes fly off. She traces her nails
across his hairy belly, letting her palm touch his abdomen
before drifting farther down.
                    HARKER
          Brrr. That's icy. It numbs me.
Her head disappears below. Harker's face transforms. He
shivers, tenses up, and then his breath comes hard.
                    HARKER
          You're sucking so hard.
                    DESTINY
          I drink from your core. I hope my
          teeth didn't hurt too much.
                    HARKER
               (dreamy)
          I am insubstantial, but my orgasm
          thrives. This is how I wish to die.
She giggles and looks up from her efforts, licking her
fangs, a lazy motion. Then she collects his spurting blood
with her darting tongue and smacks her lips together.
                    DESTINY
          You taste so hot and delicious.
                    HARKER
          Can we do it again? Maybe tomorrow?
                    DESTINY
          I'm sorry. There are no more
          tomorrows. Sometimes I just can't
          stop. We're a little alike, Jon.
FADE TO BLACK

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