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Thursday, October 5, 2017
Two Appetites in Communion
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
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
Thank heaven for little girls.
She's Felicity. Quincey dumped her.
Said she was too slutty.
So I'm drooling over your son's
reject. What does that make me?
Mortal and a man with great taste.
Can you imagine riding her? Those
legs clutching your back?
Dude, you can't be serious.
I can too be. 'Too slutty'
like a cure right now. I've been in
fap rotation for months since our
marriage hit the rocks.
Lucy will come to her senses.
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.
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
I'm out of here. That's the wild
dominatrix who loves Of Montreal.
Didn't you say you enjoyed her--
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
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.
Hi, Felicity. You probably don't
remember me but I'm--
I'm Destiny. Felicity is my older
sister. How do you know her?
My son Quincey... He, well...
(stops, looks guilty)
Hey, look, I'm sorry. I wondered if
you wanted me to call you a cab.
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.
Quincey wouldn't forgive me, if I
saw you so wasted and didn't--
I watched you from upstairs.
The whole show? You do care.
Her eyes draw together. She looks
Even with Felicity around, Quincey
used to say his Nebuchadnezzar would
love a tumble in my lawn.
Oh, I wasn't--
Harker shuffles his feet, licks his
lips, and swallows.
Even I'm getting older.
You're really pretty.
Uh-huh. You want to spear my shaved
clam, pestle me to powder... You can
say the word. I'm no lady.
No. Look, I'm sympathetic, but it's
just disgusting. I'll tell you what,
though. I am broke! For two
dollars I'll make your knob shinier
Two hundred dollars.
For your bodily fluids here.
She points to her pierced tongue.
What do you say, Romeo?
I'll just visit an ATM.
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.
I assumed you changed your mind.
I should just drive you home.
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.
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.
Will you get naked too?
So you can perv? I'm almost naked.
Use your imagination, Mr. Harker.
Call me Jon.
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.
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.
You're sucking so hard.
I drink from your core. I hope my
teeth didn't hurt too much.
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.
You taste so hot and delicious.
Can we do it again? Maybe tomorrow?
I'm sorry. There are no more tomorrows. Sometimes I just can't stop. We're a little alike, Jon.