Lethally Lovely

[Masume]

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Sometimes her job was just too easy. Born with a natural bad streak and distaste for those who were a threat to society. From the time she was pre-school she was beating up bullies and protecting the underdogs. It was only fitting she become a police officer or some sort of official. Only one problem…she hated cops. So hit wo-man was the next best thing. Being offered the job by one J.P McMicheal when he saw her putting away a foolish man trying to rob her and take her damn IPOD while he was at it. No one…touches her IPOD! And the rest was history, she would hurt men who sold guns to bad people. She would take out the men and women who sold drugs to kids on the streets. She was a modern day superhero.

And now she had to kill a ‘rock star’ the ever so popular banner boy for youth and those who adored the rock and roll lifestyle. Hilarious isn’t it? The man had a horde of men and women worshipping the ground he walked on. And behind the scenes he sold it all away by dealing drugs and selling guns. People could be so stupid.

The smell of newly cut grass was so pungent she could almost taste every blade. She curled them around her toes and felt the dew smooth over her toes. It was like walking over a luxurious carpet, smooth and silky soft. She was supposed to act as his make-up artist, thus leaving behind her leather pants and jacket and was forced to wear a dress.

Ugh, she never worse dresses. It hugged every curve of her body. It was more like body paint than a dress. It made moving catlike especially difficult. It was broad day light but she was good at what she did, she was sure no one would notice their boy toy falling from grace. Besides, he was alone.

Rule number one: Rock stars should never be without a bodyguard.

Aiming the pistol for a headshot and pulling back the trigger.

“OH HEY you must be the new make-up stylist am I right?”
SHIT!

Masume twisted around the tree, her heart pounding against her rib cage threatening to crack every bone. Slipping the pistol underneath her dress in her garter, she smiled.

“Uh…yes. Yes I am.”
The pudgy woman wasted no time in wrapping her arm around Masume and practically pulled her towards her target, all smiles and giddy. Masume hated giddy people. The woman hugged her tightly, causing the massive clevage the dress gave away to press together. the dress was too tight and she felt as thought she would have a Janet Jackson moment anytime soon. All those acting classes would prove useful, for at least a little while she would ahve to play miss friendly with a bad boy rocker.

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[allonblack]

Tony Stefano tapped his watch before holding it up to his ear. "Piece of crap," He muttered. The watch was from his client yet another in a long line of stolen or counterfeit gifts. Tony shifted nervously on the leather seat in the limo, knowing that the sooner he found the rock star the better.

Tony was just a scrappy young college student full of energy when he took the job as the rock star's assistant ten years ago. Over time he gained more trust and became his manager five years ago. It was hard work making sure that everyone got paid but it was even harder babysitting the rock star. He wouldn't be surprised someday if he opened the hotel room door and found his client dead from an overdose. In some ways that wouldn't be such a bad thing but Tony was human and deep down didn't want to see anyone die that way. Sure touring with a rock star had its perks, all the ugly groupies that the rock star didn't want and sometimes even sloppy seconds from the ones he did want but even that grew old after awhile. So Tony had taken it upon himself to not only help his client avoid the normal vices of drugs and alcohol but he had also become a sort of cock block to keep his client focused on only the music. Needless to say some rumors started when late at night hotel staffs would only see Tony and the rock star going to the hotel room. Tony didn't care though this was his job and he wanted to do it the best he could and hopefully impress some other musicians who lived a cleaner lifestyle.

The music business usually had a high turnover rate due to many factors but mostly the stress of touring was too much for most. Today the rock star was getting a new make-up artist which was always a challenge to find one that wouldn't send the wrong signals. After all when the rock star is sitting in a chair with his eyes at breast level and an attractive young woman is softly rubbing his face it can be tempting. When the limo pulled up to the park, Tony was surprised to see my client was actually where he said he would be for a change. A young woman stood next to him wearing a dress that hugged every curve of her body. Tony rolled his eyes and knew he was in for another long night of keeping his client focused. The chubby woman from the employment agency stood next to her. She was probably there to profile her intern which was fine just as long everyone stayed out of the way.

They all slid into the limo and exchanged their pleasantries as the limo drove them to arena. It was only mid-afternoon but the sooner they arrived the better. The make-up artist introduced herself as Masume. Tony could see what looked like the outline of a pistol tucked in the garter of her dress but he wrote it off as nothing. It's a dangerous city and even in broad daylight it wasn't uncommon to see a woman carrying a stun gun many of which looked like pistols to help deter criminals. Something seemed different about Masume, especially the way she couldn't keep her eyes off the rock star. Tony had seen plenty of girls stare with infatuation but this seemed like so much more.