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Thank you.

It's your birthday.

I thought of something special.

I'll be the judge of that.

Sit down.

He slides his hand under her skirt and pulls her panties down to her ankles.

Now lie down.

All right.

I'm just gonna... Lie.

Down He undoes the silk cord at her waist

His fingers touch

Explore As if they know her better than she

knows herself

But his face is distant.

As if he's not even there.

Lulu shivers.

And his hand goes to her hardened nipple.

Brushing.

Teasing.

Knowing.

Then she feels the silk rope curling around her wrists.

He fastens them to the bedpost.

Now open your legs.

More.

She tries.

But it's not enough.

He ties her feet.

And Lulu lies there.

Waiting.

longing for the moment when she'll be made his.

Completely and only his.

Afterwards, he bends down and kisses her on the mouth, tenderly.

It is done.

But she's already waiting for the next time.

And that's another story by the enigmatic voodoo.

This is Danny G from Montreal's Urban Rhythms.

Signing off.

You're a plate?

I was listening to your show.

Wild.

That letter from Lulu.

Yeah.

It was hot.

You working on your resume?

Yep. Primo web designer will work for cheap.

You want a beer?

Uh -uh.

Good, because there's only one.

I left the money on the table this morning.

I couldn't get to the store.

I got a call for a job interview.

Yeah?

And?

What does that mean?

It means you're going to be paying the whole rent this month.

Again.

Sorry. Hey, don't worry about it.

You know, it's kind of nice being the major breadwinner for a change.

Right now, there's a million people out there who can do what I do. Hey, I said

don't worry about it, okay?

I'll float you.

For as long as you knew.

You were so sexy reading that letter tonight.

Yeah, well, it's my job.

But you sounded so convincing.

The rope curls around her wrist.

You pulled her tight.

That turn you off?

No.

He ties her feet to the bed.

It was silk rope and bedpost.

Not bed.

You seem to know it pretty well.

I'm not into that.

I swear, I got in today, our voicemail was totally full.

I need to get in touch with this little girl like this weekend.

She's only got eyes for Dan here.

Came an hour ago.

Come and get the last remaining tickets to the hottest concerts in town tonight.

Don't wait. We're at the corner of Sailor Raw and Mott Royals in the heart

Montreal's plateau.

So who delivered it? A bike courier.

Male. My girlfriend says that Lulu's a guy. She says that humiliating women is

male fantasy.

Women are into weird stuff too, man.

Hi.

Hi.

Whoa, 30 seconds to air. Dan, standing by.

Um, what are you doing here?

My boyfriend's on the late shift.

I brought him lunch.

Plus, I thought it'd be neat to see him work.

I'll just sit here next to Perry, okay?

Cue music.

He touches Lulu's naked back with his hand.

He's wearing gloves.

Wait.

For a moment she laughs, as if she likes that kind of thing.

But then he slides his hand between her legs,

pushing them open, stroking, and...

Suddenly, she's on her knees.

She can't move.

And when the other two men come into the room, he leans down to her, his warm

breath in her ear.

This is what you want, isn't it?

He walks behind her and takes her.

One of the men breaks open a pomegranate.

It's dark red and slick with juice.

Someone's fingers touch her lips and she opens them.

The hand presses three seeds against her tongue and she sucks them.

Harder.

and harden until they birthed and their

throat fills with sweet liquid.

What was that all about?

The letter turned me on.

No, no, I mean... You were turned on, too.

Really turned on.

No, I told you. I saw you, Daniel.

Your face, your breathing.

You were into it.

Look, it's an acting job, okay?

If you don't get into it, the audience won't.

It's okay if you're excited.

I'm not excited.

There are some nights I'm lying here alone listening to you on the radio, and

have to make myself come. I get so turned on.

Sometimes I tape the show so I can listen as many times as I want.

That's too weird. Why is it weird?

It's you.

I love your voice.

How can you like that stuff?

I mean, it's all about getting down on your knees in service.

And I will, you know.

All you have to do is ask.

I mean it.

Tell me what you want me to do.

Come on, Daniel.

You know I want to.

But, darling, I left my whips and chains at the office.

fastening them over her head so that her body is displayed for his pleasure.

Do it.

Do what it says.

He moved it down her belly.

She laughed softly.

No glass this time.

But his fingers are already probing.

Flick.

He knows her secret.

Then he showed her the gift he has brought.

A collar.

Black leather with silver studs.

He buckled it around her neck.

Thank you.

Sounds kind of scary.

We haven't had sex like that in... Never.

Never.

Well, let's hope Lulu keeps writing letters.

Really?

Are you kidding?

Open the brown bag.

On the floor.

A pomegranate.

Look under the bed.

The red velvet box.

It's a letter from Lulu.

Wait a minute.

You know Lulu?

I am Lulu.

Cool, huh?

They're a problem?

You're the one who's been writing the letter from the book. Yeah, I said...

didn't think maybe you should mention it?

Say something?

Well, I thought about it, but I wanted them to be aired on their own merits.

Merits?

What? Giving every guy in the city a hard -on?

That's good, isn't it? Including everybody I work with?

No wonder you were getting off at the studio tonight.

You own the room.

Daniel, why can't you just be happy for me?

I mean, you have no idea how I've been feeling since I lost my job. Like I was

nothing. Nobody wanted me.

Not even you.

That's not true. We haven't had sex for ages.

Not till tonight.

Now all these people are tuning in to listen to your show.

To listen to your voice.

No, they're listening to you.

You're calling the shot.

I'm just a mouthpiece.

Well, God forbid you shouldn't be on top in this relationship. Hey, maybe you

haven't noticed, but I've been paying the rent for, what is it now, six

Yeah, and you know what?

I think you like that.

You get off on being in charge.

That's not true. Really?

You sure got off on it tonight?

And you didn't?

At least I'm willing to admit it.

Just remember, I dreamed up Lulu.

I can dream myself up a new fantasy anytime I want.

You might not be in the next one.

So, no letter from Lulu today?

No, I don't think there'll be any more letters from Lulu.

Ah, yeah?

How do you know?

Hi, everyone.

It's great to see you, Claire, but we're just about to go on. I know.

I brought some material for the show.

Sorry, some more material.

She's the one who's been writing all this.

She's Lulu.

No shit.

I thought we could try some stuff out tonight, and if it works, make it a

permanent thing.

You know, that's not a bad idea.

So, so what? I'll just read, delete in, and then... No.

This?

You and I would have to do it together.

That's the only way it works.

But if you don't want to try... No.

No, it's all right.

I won't.

He ran his finger down to where her breasts were visible in the V of her

Take it off.

Slowly.

You know, I don't think so, she says.

It's getting a little old, you always being in charge, when there are so many

other choices.

But I thought... Or maybe you're not up to anything else.

You know that's not true.

Good.

Because I've got something special for tonight.

Lulu lifts her dress.

Black silk stockings ending in a dark V at the top of her legs.

Framed. in the lace of an intricate black garter belt.

No.

When I think... She has been watching him,

wanting to possess him for weeks, and now she has him.

She runs her hand up his thigh, to the top of his leg.

He's hard, ready.

But she will make him wait for his pleasure until she has taken hers.