Dark Assassin [COMPLETED]

Chapter 13

Ivy

I've made my share of bad decisions over the year but this, well this topped the scale. Here I was dressed in some golden sparkly thing with some shoes to match. I say 'thing' because there is no way you could classify that as a dress.

It was so short, I'm sure people could see my matching thong as I moved. At least the shoes weren't ridiculous. The heels were so small, I could dance all night in them.

Did I mention I had on one of those platinum blond bombshell wigs on plus red lipstick to look even more dramatic. Rhonda had even given me blue contact lenses so I could be disguised as much as possible.

My pregnancy was starting to show so it was a good thing that, even if it was clingy everywhere else, the dress thing was very loose in the belly region.
According to the data I had received, I was masquerading as Chanelle. A singer and performer. Apparently the founder of Al Jeera, Prince Ahmed el Rasheed, would be at this particular event.

From all I've learnt so far, the guy was a pervert with a particular fetish for slutty blonds. Hence my slutty ensemble.

The plan was that I use my performance to get up close to him and slip the listening device/ tracker that Rhonda had given me into his jacket pocket.

Please note, I have no idea what happened to the real Chanelle nor did I have any part in it.
As I stood, ready to get the show started, I heard the announcer's voice through the speakers.

"Ladies and gentleman, put your hands together for the one. The only. Chanelle!!!" He said.

There were a lot of screams. When these finally died down, the lights dimmed as the curtain was thrown back.

Now, besides dance, I have never performed in public. Yet here I was, transformed into someone else entirely. Rhonda had said that if I wanted to be great at espionage I had to be a great actor.

I had to be prepared to jump head first into the deep and swim my way out of it. That's what I did as I grabbed the mic and let the music take control of me.

Swaying my hips, I snap my fingers and move to the beat. I'm pretty sure there was a million dollar smile plastered on my face but the crowd just ate it up.

I know you want me boy I
I know you care
Just say what's on your mi-i-ind

With every word I sing out, I inch closer to the edge of the stage. Zoning in on where Prince Ahmed is seated. Just as I'd been told, he was on the front section and boy was he turned on by my little display.

Inching closer to him, I go down on all fours (threes if you considered the fact that I was holding the mic in one hand). I slowly, seductively crawl towards him as I sing out my next lines.

You act so tough but I know
You want me so
Let me give you my love

I reach out to caress his jacket. His bodyguards don't stop me. What a bunch of morons. I guess, seeing I was a woman, they considered I was no threat whatsoever to their manly prince.

Biting my lower lip suggestively, I run the palm of my hands seductively from his shoulders. Inching lower.

Stopping abruptly, I give him a naughty smile and stand up again. Leaving him frustrated and wanting more. I finish the rest of that verse as I strut my delectable behind back onstage.
The crowd's going crazy now. Did I really just pull that off? I focus on finishing the song to calm my nerves. The song ends and, blowing the crowd a kiss, I walk back stage. No one bothers to question me so I head to my 'dressing room'. It's a reconnaissance room. One of Rhonda's associates had set up a couple of gadgets that she was pondering over.

"Well done, Ivy. That went exceptionally well." Rhonda says when she sees me.

She's dressed in a dark pinstripe suite that complements her figure. In fact, she's dressed more appropriately than I am right now.

"Is there like a change of clothes. I'm starting to feel a little hoe-y in this." I say whilst gesturing to my body.

"Sorry about that." The new girl says with an apologetic smile.

She hands me a pile of clothes. Some track pants, combat boots and tank top. All black. Grateful, I change into the new clothes. I don't hesitate throwing away the blond wig either and the lenses I was wearing.

Tying my hair back with a hair tie, I turn to face Rhonda.

"So, what's next? We track that guy right? Hack into his organization's data base?" I ask excitedly.

"I'm afraid this is as far you'll go with us Miss Summers." Rhonda says.

"Wait, you can't be serious! This is my life we're talking about!" I point out. "They want ME dead. So excuse me if I don't cooperate with this rubbish plan of yours of dropping me now that the safe part is done."

"Miss Summers, my plan is anything but rubbish." Rhonda says.

I can tell she's a bit ticked off.

"You're a liability when it comes to getting anything done. You have no experience. You're impulsive. You do things on a whim without thinking of the overall impact on your situation." She continues. "If we go on a mission with you, we'd be baby sitting you the entire way."

Wow. I felt like I'd just been bitch slapped. I was mad at her after that but mostly because everything she said was the truth. I was in way over my head.