Being Dominique

[jack_babalon]

Xavier Nuez, 2001
The Glam Bugs: Madeline: "I just wanted to be wonderful"


"Now that you know who you are
What do you want to be?
And have you travelled very far?
Far as the eye can see"


Hers is not a common boredom, a mere summer shower of reruns or a wristwatch addiction swallowing glances. No, this sense of ennui is a carefully crafted art, and has been cultivated, refined and harvested over the last 20 years to yield only the bitterest of fruits. She is Dominique St. Genevieve,(but only a fool or an utter romantic would believe that to be her real name); renowned theater critic, accomplished equestrian, a socialite of the highest order & amateur assassin (though she prefers the term "Murder enthausist").In fact her weapon of choice is neither pistol nor dagger and the only venom she relys on is her posionous wit. No she would never be caught dead with such gauche implements. She is a master of assassination through boredom (and please, let us have no vulgar remarks about being bored to death). She steps into the ballroom and finds her target immediately: A fat generalissimo in a ludicrous uniform that resembles a cross between an ice-cream man & a marching band ensemble. He's from one of those ridiculous third world countries that change it's name every other year. She sighs deeply, a tedious affair to be sure, but still the moneys good and as good as spent. She mingles around the orbit of the generalissimo's attention. She has the kind of beauty that demands two looks from men (and not a few women): Shock & Awe. The generallismo begins sweating at the very sight of her. His contacts contact her contacts. Soon introductions are made and the game begins!
Like all men the generallismo goes to subtly subdue her by the invocation of status. Her eyes are glazed over as he mentions the details of the army he commands, and through neurolinguistic programming techniques is able to convey to him that nothing in the world could possibly interest her less while simoultaneously adjusting her body to reveal a hint more cleavage, she shifts her shoulder softly and her neck is revealed briefly from the flow of her raven black hair. A phermone rush hits the generallismo with a hint of the white orchid perfume she wears. He is overwhelmed, she is now the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and she is looking at everyone in the room but him. He brings up money, the riches of his nation that are at his disposal. Why one call and the Prime Minister will open up the coffers of his countries defense fund, all for her. She sighs deeply, a sound that reverbetates off his very soul and she finally looks at him and dryly mentions that she's sure whatever meager funds he could raise would be adequate... for securing the attention of a common street whore. When he goes to reply she is already engaged in conversation with another guest, as if he wasn't here! He clears his throat. He does it again! She continues with her conversation, the words of which implant themselves subliminaly into his consciousness. Words of uselessness, tedium, what a waste of a man from a waste of a country and really who were we talking about again. Now he begins to sweat profusely, he is getting desperate. He no longer wants to bed her or conquer her alabaster flesh and exhaust his meager artilery between the fields of her thighs. Now he would consider himself immensely fortunate if she would but extend him the courtesy of remembering his name. He bludgeons his way into the conversation and begins feverishly revealing the details of his glory days. When he was a young captain of the secret police. He floods them with storys of dissidents who were made to watch their sons castrated before them, their daughters raped by rabid animals of men. He regales her about the defiant priest who dared to stand up to him and how he drowned him in his own baptismal waters! He recounts the first time he slit a throat, of his own father, and how sweet the music of his gargling blood sounded! She blinks and very subtly stifles a yawn.
"How terribly exciting i'm sure.." she tells him dryly and turns back to her companion and continues the conversation right where it left off. The Generallismo cannot believe it. He has given her his darkest secrets, a confession that he swore to give to the devil and no one else! And now a mere moment later it is all forgotten. His heart begins racing. He grows dizzy and mutters an exscuse to anyone who might listen, which is no one. He exits the ballroom and finds that it takes his loyal chaffeur of twelve years a whole minute before he notices him standing there. That night, alone in a hotel room that costs more than his entire army makes in a day combined, he pulls out of a thousand dollar hooker, unable to satisfy himself or her. He walks to his desk drawer and pulls out his pistol. A gift from his father, presented to him on his birthday, the day before he killed him. He thought he was a monster. A demon and a horrorshow the world could not deny. But now he sees clearly- he was just a little man playing dress up in a uniform. All the misery he created was nothing more than raw tedium. He holds the pistol to his temple and trys to think of one reason why not....

Dominique's mission completed she can finally turn her attention to more pressing affairs. The breaking in of a rash American debutante, 'All ass & attitude' to use the parlance of the time. She has already seduced her, right in front of her doting fiance who thinks nothing of 'two gals stepping out for a drink'. She will see her new addition strip out of her dignity, put on The Mouth-Cage (a wonderful little toy of her own invention), and then when the little debutante is done begging for the slightest fleck of attention from her, she will indulge in the novelty of her humility and when she is finished she will send her back to her fiance a frigid and bitter wreck! It's enough to almost make her smile.. but in the meantime this Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon tastes like shit!

Comments

[bookmonkey211.livejournal.com]

*claps wildly* Bravo, bravo!

[catwalk.livejournal.com]

oh, so sexy...

[ozmancometh.livejournal.com]

Very well done, sir. . . I was captivated. . .