"Dallas, Dallas, Dallas" Carlene Moore mumbled under her breath, glaring at the young woman standing firmly in front of her. She pushed back a lock of her black hair and tilted her head slightly to one side, seeming to be trying to get a better look at the woman's face and physical fitness. "Boy, have a got a job for you. You game?"
A smirk crept on to the young woman's face as she looked across the gap of about four or five feet between her and Carlene. She stood about 5'9" and one could easily see that she towered over her short friend, who was now trying to bring up a business proposition. Her long dark brown hair just missed her waist, ending about an inch or so above her curvy hips. And her dark brown eyes, which normally showed no emotion, were sparkling quite brilliantly at the idea of doing her friend a 'favor'.
"When did I ever not take up the offer of beating someone into the ground?" Dallas replied in the form of a question. She brought up her hand in the shape of a fist and cracked her knuckles quite loudly, adding a slight emphasize to her words.
Carlene let out a soft laugh, "who said anything about pounding on anyone?" she said soon after. Dallas raised an eyebrow, then she continued, "All I need you to do is shut someone up for me. That's all."
"What's in it for me this time?" Dallas questioned, her eyes slightly narrowing at the idea of doing anything in her life that was worth something for free. "If I remember correctly, last time I did something for you, I got ripped off."
Carlene rolled her eyes slightly and nodded slowly, "don't worry about it, you'll get paid. All you need to do and shut that nosey little bitch up for me without getting into trouble. Does that sound good to you?" She stared at Dallas, hoping silently that her friend would do this favor for her to help her out of a small situation.
Dallas nodded, crossing her arms across her chest, "anything else I need to know so I don't get into too much trouble?" she asked. Her eyes darted around the room, obviously trying to get a feel for where she'd be working for the next week or so.
"Just one little thing, don't let anything get in your way. I don't care if lust whacks you over the head while you're here, you shrug that feeling off until this job is done, got me?" Carlene answered with a strong nod following her one stipulation of the entire thing. Dallas merely shrugged, nodded, and then shook Carlene's hand to seal their little deal. "Do this for me, Dallas, and you'll be living the good life soon."
Carlene watched as her friend just turned on the heel of her black boot and walked out, slamming the door loudly behind her. She knew that Dallas would be able to get this done for her, and, although it sounded like a job not many people, women in particular, would take up, it was what she did best. And, as it seemed, Dallas could get the job done in a matter of days, if that.
As Dallas continued down the hall, she tried to focus at her new task at hand, but many, many people were watching as she walked by them. Of course, she had the urge to bark at them all to stop staring at her, but she knew that if she did that there was a very good chance of getting thrown out of the building before the show even started.
She knew what she had to do, and she knew the time frame in which she had to do it. "Take out the little bitch and shut her up. How hard could that possibly be? Not hard at all" Dallas mumbled to herself, rolling her shoulders and slipping into a seemingly empty locker room. Now, all she had to do was find this target of hers and do what had to be done. But, would it really be as easy as it all seemed?