Unexpected

Two against One

The tent in Anton's pants was painfully noticeable to me as he fawned over the pair of us, spewing compliments... or at least what I suppose he considered to be compliments about our performance. I tried to turn my grimace into a smile, demurely averting my eyes at him, trying not to roll my eyes. I eyed the guards who still seemed to be on alert as Anton led us back to his couch.

"Wasn't she just the sexiest thing up there in her little dress?" Nat commented, crawling her fingers up his chest, playing her part as a shameless flirt as if she were trying to win an Oscar for it. I hated being the bait she was dangling in front of him. It made my cheeks light up on fire and my hands curl into fists, but I swallowed my indignation, trying to play off that I was merely shy and intoxicated instead of disgusted at his touch and the scent of alcohol on his breath.

"Yeah, she was...* he answered, his words still slurred. For a second I wondered if maybe Natasha had plied him with a little too much alcohol. If he was too drunk he'd be of no use to us. However, my thoughts were interrupted when I suddenly felt his hand wrap around my waist, pulling me sideways into him, "You two are the most gorgeous things in this place"

"That's too kind." I mumbled, grabbing his hand, catching it as it tried to slide down to my rear, holding it firmly on my waist, the lesser of the two evils as he was more open to making his desires known.

There was a sudden crackling, shifting sound in my ear from my earpiece, distracting me from Anton as I tried to keep my hand from shooting up to my ear in reaction to the sound. What was going on? Had Anton's guards made a move? Had one of the agents been caught? Had our cover been blown by the performance?

"Rogers, report."

Steve? Had someone spotted him in the car outside the club? Was he battling trained guards?

"It's nothing." Came back a moment later. "It's just... there was a weird light behind me. I think it was just a passing car or something though. My earpiece just fell out when I turned to look." He explained, calming my nerves that had suddenly become frazzled at the sudden, unfamiliar sound.

"So, what do you think?" Anton's face swooped down in front of mine, giving me a blast of vodka breath.

"I'm sorry what? I got distracted by this song..." My excuse for zoning out seemed weak, but I bobbed my head to Rihanna as she sang "Please Don't Stop the Music" over the speakers.

"I know this is rather forward, lovelies, but I have a... proposition for you..." he murmured, his attention one again caught on my cleavage. "I have a little room booked for this evening. A private little suite of sorts upstairs, I'd like to offer both of you my proposition up there in private if I may."

He thought he was being clever. He thought we would be unwittingly following him into his den as many other blondes had. He thought he could get us drunk and then have 'fun' with the pair of us. Little did he know that we were the ones in charge here. I cringed in pity at the thought of other girls being led away by him for the purpose he designed, but instead I fluttered my eyelashes at him, copying Nat's coyness. "A proposition?"

"We can call it a business proposition of sorts. I think both of you will do nicely, that is if you're interested..."

"Oh, business and pleasure?" Nat bit her lower lip at him, raising a sultry eyebrow, "How could we refuse? It's a bit crowded down here anyways... lead the way."

His leering grin grew as he led us up the stairs to the second floor with us on either arm. He was looking around, seeming to be nodding to his guards as we passed them. I made quick eye contact with Nat, looking for her directions as she was the lead on this mission as we passed through the door into the suite as Anton locked the door behind us. Natasha tucked her arms behind her back, which happened to thrust her bust out more appealingly in her little black halter crop top. While it looked like she was posing for him to Anton as he turned back to us, I could see her hands moving to signal for me to follow her lead.