Post by krista on Jun 27, 2011 10:10:39 GMT -7
“The minute you walked through the joint….”
Alma smiled softly, as she sauntered down the aisle, ruby red cocktail dress shimmering with every step. Slowing momentarily, she let her hand trail along the shoulders of a well dressed gentleman sitting in the front row. Leaning down so her lips were within a hairs breadth of his ear, she purposely ignored the woman sitting on his opposite side.
“……I could tell you were a man of distinction…”
This wasn’t him. Fuck. He was supposed to be sitting at this table. Sliding back up to the tune of the music, Asp stepped back towards the aisle, bright blue eyes scanning the crowd. Cyber ears drowned out the sound of her own altered voice coming over the speakers of the dingy bar.
“…a real big spender.”
Right there, at the back. Lucky enough to be gazing in his direction at just the right time, Asp could see the black wisps of a tattoo trailing up the back of his neck. Making her way down the aisle, she flashed him her best playful grin when he turned his attention to her for a brief moment.
“Good looking, so refined….”
Oh, it was enough. The floosie next to him would be there tomorrow, he might as well have fun with the entertainment that was there right now.
“Say, wouldn’t you like to know what’s going on in my mind?”
Alma knew the target was a frequent customer here. He spent lots of dirty money in this place, and, as a result, it wasn’t unusual that the.… entertainment would pay a little bit more attention to him that everyone else.
“So let me get right to the point….”
With a sudden display of attitude, she strutted over to him, hands on her hips.
“I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see…..”
Asp circled him, coming to rest in his lap, arms wrapped loosely around his neck. The stealth tag that had been hidden underneath one of her nails easily went under his suit collar. It was almost too easy; you think a Yakuza snitch would be a little more paranoid. Though, like most men, she supposed he wasn't thinking with his brain at the moment.
“Hey big spender…”
Leaning in, she smiled, brushing his lips briefly with her own. Her job was now done; with a little help from his drink, he’d wash the nauseating agent into his system and would be bed ridden within the hour. She’d made sure to take a counteracting substance for herself earlier, and was sure not to eat or drink since the poison had been applied. Then the Yakuza would home in on the tag, and do whatever they were doing to do to him. Alma didn’t know and didn’t want to either.
“Spend a little time with me….”
Alma smiled softly, as she sauntered down the aisle, ruby red cocktail dress shimmering with every step. Slowing momentarily, she let her hand trail along the shoulders of a well dressed gentleman sitting in the front row. Leaning down so her lips were within a hairs breadth of his ear, she purposely ignored the woman sitting on his opposite side.
“……I could tell you were a man of distinction…”
This wasn’t him. Fuck. He was supposed to be sitting at this table. Sliding back up to the tune of the music, Asp stepped back towards the aisle, bright blue eyes scanning the crowd. Cyber ears drowned out the sound of her own altered voice coming over the speakers of the dingy bar.
“…a real big spender.”
Right there, at the back. Lucky enough to be gazing in his direction at just the right time, Asp could see the black wisps of a tattoo trailing up the back of his neck. Making her way down the aisle, she flashed him her best playful grin when he turned his attention to her for a brief moment.
“Good looking, so refined….”
Oh, it was enough. The floosie next to him would be there tomorrow, he might as well have fun with the entertainment that was there right now.
“Say, wouldn’t you like to know what’s going on in my mind?”
Alma knew the target was a frequent customer here. He spent lots of dirty money in this place, and, as a result, it wasn’t unusual that the.… entertainment would pay a little bit more attention to him that everyone else.
“So let me get right to the point….”
With a sudden display of attitude, she strutted over to him, hands on her hips.
“I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see…..”
Asp circled him, coming to rest in his lap, arms wrapped loosely around his neck. The stealth tag that had been hidden underneath one of her nails easily went under his suit collar. It was almost too easy; you think a Yakuza snitch would be a little more paranoid. Though, like most men, she supposed he wasn't thinking with his brain at the moment.
“Hey big spender…”
Leaning in, she smiled, brushing his lips briefly with her own. Her job was now done; with a little help from his drink, he’d wash the nauseating agent into his system and would be bed ridden within the hour. She’d made sure to take a counteracting substance for herself earlier, and was sure not to eat or drink since the poison had been applied. Then the Yakuza would home in on the tag, and do whatever they were doing to do to him. Alma didn’t know and didn’t want to either.
“Spend a little time with me….”