Unexpected

Causing a Scene

Natasha didn't let go of my arm until she had kicked out the drunken girl puking into the toilet and the other two who were stuffing their bras and trying to fix their foundation that they had sweat off. She leaned up against the door and sighed, her eyes thoughtful as she bit her lip.

"How many years of acting classes have you taken?"

Her head snapped up as she focused her gaze on me. She squinted her eyes for a second before putting her hand up to her one earring, tapping it, "Hey, what's Anton's situation right now?"

"He's at the bar again." One agent answered.

"From my angle of the club's security cameras it looks like he's watching the women's bathroom a little too eagerly." Another commented.

"Any ears?"

"None of Anton's guards are within earshot and a systems scan shows no bugs in here... well, besides us I guess."

"Good." Nat's eyes finally focused in on me, "We need a new plan."

"Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows confusedly at her, "It seems everything is going pretty well to me. He's all over you! You're working him like... I don't even know!"

"No, you see. He's not all over me. I'm not his main target. You are."

I blinked once, twice, thrice... "Wait, what?"

"He liked my performance. He thinks I'm hot, that's obvious, but he approached you while I was up there. He's talking to me, but he keeps trying to get you to speak up. He wants you. You're his primary target. Apparently he's more into the hesitant, shy beauties..."

Why did my brain feel fuzzy? No. This wasn't happening. He couldn't... I couldn't... Nat was the bombshell! "No, no, no, no, wait... no, he's not into me, you're all curves and full lips and-"

"And he's into you. We need some way for him to really need to put the moves on you... something to really kinda sex you up."

"Sex me up? What the heck does that mean? Is this dress not enough! I'm practically wearing a swim suit here!"

"He was asking about dancing. Maybe you could dance like I did; I could act like I'm pushing you up there. You shake your hips, getting him all hot and bothered with a show of his own, and then I get him to try to convince us to go into one of the private rooms with hi-"

"No way!" I shook my head vigorously, "Nuh-uh. I 'm serious I can't dance!"

"Doesn't really matter, just move your hips, wink at the crowd, shimmy a little and work your breasts to your advantage and you'll have Anton eating of your hand."

"No, you don't understand! You know how people say 'hips don't lie'? Well, my hips are hopelessly confused! My hips know nothing!"

"Calm down. You could sing something then I guess."

"No, I ca-"

"Penny can sing." A voice chimed in over the intercom and I froze mid-word. That voice! No, it couldn't be!

"Steve?" I exclaimed in astonishment. He was supposed to be sitting out in a car outside the club as backup, monitoring one of the camera feeds of the club.

"She can, can she?" Nat's face looked a little too triumphant for my taste.

Flustered, I choked out, "What the heck, Steve? You're not helping me here!"

"I'm sorry, but I live right next to you and the apartment walls are not sound proof. You actually sing really well, Penny." He offered as an excuse.