Don't make a sound, it's so dark
Even Fido is afraid to bark;
What a perfect chance to park,
And there's no moon at all.

Julie London, No Moon at All

Jack Hench could consider himself a happy man; he ruled a shady business that had an income measured in billions, had the best part of the world's mightiests villains under his thumb, and he had just received the final bill of the number of tickets sold for the fourteenth Shego premiére, a cifre that topped two millions including bookings.
At an average of one hundred dollars per ticket... it was a little more than two hundred millions that was flowing into his accounts from the miriads of henchmen, clients, associates, and general bad-ass people around the world that knew about Shego's singing and were waiting for, each two or three months, a new release, or a repeat.

There were no disks, no compliations and most definitely no records; an army of hackers patrolled the Internet hourly searching for any traces of Shego' songs, uploaded from some smart-ass who actually managed to fool his own security and get a copy of the show. After an handful of mysterious accidents in the first weeks the show was begun, every geek smart enough to count up to three had learned that no one could mess with Jack Hench, and that the only way to hear Shego again was in one of his theaters.

Comfortably sat on his royal seat in the HenchTeathre, on the third sub-floor of his HQ, the red silk smooth under his own impeccable suit, he was letting his gaze enjoy the sight of the hundreds of villains, thieves, mad scientist and so on that were in the theatre. He raised his hand to answer at the greetings of one or two presidents. Then he crossed his fingers and let his hands rest on his lap, adressing the person next to him, tilting a little his head to the left.

"It's really an honor to have you here. I will make sure you won't came out of here without a sign of my esteem."

The figure next to him didn't answer. Hench just reclined his head on the chair ad resumed thinking again about all the millions he was going to make.
Then, lights started to dim; from below, there were cheers and cries of expectancy. In one corner, crackles of electricity shone for a moment. Numerous glowstick started to appear in the darkening room, swinging from various hands. They were, obviuosly, HenchCo's EviLight Glowstick, and they were, obviuosly, green.

The giant screen on the other end of the room started to show various products of Hench Co; in the room there were a couple of disapproving cries. Nonetheless, Jack Hench knew, still sporting that smug look on his face, that these theatrical releases were one of the best moments to air commercials about his not-so-well selling products.
But, after the third spot on his HenchCo. Kiwipeeler of Doom 3000 – the only article of his catalogue that held the sad record of selling just two pieces -, even Hench started to feel a little uneasy.

Luckily, it was the last interruption, and with a roar from the throng in the room, appeared the credits on the screen, and a low, sensual lounge music started to play.

Hench Co is proud to present

Jack joined his fingers again, and let himself rest on the chair more comfortably; the figure next to him, instead, leaned forward.

The nineteenth installation in
Shego: The Complete Works

There was darkness for a moment again, then the image of a panting Shego on her bed, dressed in a white skirt and a tank top to match, her legs up in the air, filled the screen.
Jack'mouth stirred in a smug smile. Even after all these times, he couldn't be less amazed by the beauty of the woman who was just about to unleash her most dark secret once again; he was circled by gorgeous females all the time, and yet the particular appeal of Shego hit him every time.
The room was filled with the sound of a piano and strings.

A kiss on my hand
May be quite con-tinen-tal,
But dia-monds are a girl's best friend.

A kiss may be grand...
But it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat;
Or help you at the automat.

The head of the greatest villain corporation in the world let himself savoring the smoky voice of Shego, than exotic and sensual tone that seemed to linger in the air even when the note was over, caressing it like tiny hands of smoke.
It was a pleasure that send shivers up and down his spine, and made his eyes roll under his eyelids, already lost in the song; there were just a couple of songs, just a certain kind of music, only an handful of tones tha could have that effect on him.
The final notes of the first moviment of Vivaldi's Summer; the middle part of the Valzer of Flowers by Tchaikovsky; the Ouverture of Rossini's La Gazza Ladra. And then there was Shego and her voice.

Men grow cold
As girls grow old,
And we all lose our char-ms in the end...!

But square-cut or pear-shaped,
These rocks don't lose their shape.
Dia-monds are... a girl's best friend.

It was really appropriated to Shego, Jack thought, a song like that; he had been fascinated by the girl's attitude toward money for the few months she was employed under him, a couple of years ago. Just after she had finished sneaking into his HQ, flattening two hundreds of his hencmen, sweeping the floor with his personal guard, and showing him the holes into his secutiry system on a blackboard while savoring his own morning coffee, he remembered.
The woman had always struck him as a very straight-forward person, who took everything she wanted when she wanted it, and driven by a very pratical mentality that he cannot but appreciate; Machiavellian, that was one adjective for Shego.

Even if, when she was singing of the bed, jutting out the curves of her body, her legs and arms drawing erotic circles in the air, her black hairs moving on her back, a strand of black hair in between her lips while she was singing, it wasn't the only adjective he had in mind.

There may come a time
When a lass needs a lawyer,
But dia-monds are a girl's best friend.

There may come a time
When a hard-boiled employer
Thinks you're awful nice,

And then Shego opened her eyes a little, and pointed her finger to the camera, her smile more sly, her voice even more low and sensual.

But get that ice or else no dice.

For the briefest of moments, the crowd exploded in cheers, the glowsticks moving rapidly in the air; most of the spectators wanted to savor every moment of Shego's voice. An handufl were knocked out cold by their neighbours for having ruined them the pleasure of a particular note.
Even Jack was not immune to the charm of that particular line; a single drop of sweat moved on his forehead. When he raised his arm to swipe it away, he felt a slight touch on his shoulder.
He turned his head, frowning in the darkness. He didn't like to be disturbed.

There was the plump form of Jaimie, one of his secretaries, holding up a phone. A golden phone.
He huffed slightly and make a gesture to her to wait a couple of seconds. Judging from the music, Shego was in the final part of the song, and he had no intention to go away when she was singing, even for the person who most likely was on the other end of the line.

He's your guy
When stocks are high,
But beware when
they... start to descend!

Shego started the final lines of the song arching her back and putting one arm on her forehead, letting it slowly crawl back through her neck, shoulderblade, around her left breast, and down her torso.

It's then that those louses
Go back to their spouses.
Dia...mo...nds are a girl's...
Heh, best friend!

She concluded launching the microphone in the air and grabbing it a second later, when the last note extinguished itself. The screen went black.
The room rumbled with applauses, cheers, and words, some repetition of Shego's name, some not.

Jack Hench got up from his chair, and letting a brief glance at the person next to him, he let the last of the shivers leave his body as he exited from the room and grabbed the golden phone from Jaimie's small hand, and, holding her waist while he answered the phone, wondered if he had enough time for this before the next song started.
Even if the person on the other end of the cable could destroy everything he had built during those years with a wave of her hand just for making her waiting, he still glanced at the entrance of the room, from where nothing still came but raging applauses.

"Dr. Director", He said to the phone,"it's always a pleasure to hear you."


In the first place, I want to give thanks to everyone who read, reviewed and enjoyed this, in particular to Ashfisher92 and zzzoo99; keep those name coming, guys!
Thank you, thank you thank you! Your efforts helps mine.

So, what do you think?
Who is Hench's mysterious guest?
How is Dr. Director implied?
And why is Shego singing, in the first place?

The answers, maybe, in the next part...