Chapter 4

It had been a busy three months for Kyoko and Yashiro, during the time before filming actually officially began. She had a light tan to work on for her beach and yacht scenes in Monte Carlo. There was the driving lessons and license certification. Her belly-button piercing had finally healed. Yashiro had made sure that Yōsei-chan was fully prepared for travel to all of the countries they'd be filming in. Plane and hotel reservations were made. Her hair was bleached to platinum-blonde and long extensions were put in. Finally, she made sure that she adhered to a very strict diet with a two hour workout every morning beginning at 4 am.

{She stepped out of the hotel into the brightly lit nighttime streets and leaned on the sleek black, new model BMW. Her velvety, floor-length, long-sleeved, backless evening gown with a slit up the front-left side, that fit like a well tailored glove, shimmered under the lights and complemented the high end sports car. Her makeup was sexy and dramatic, enhancing her eyes. Her hair was pinned up in a sweeping French Twist, with little tendrils cascading down her neck. Black diamonds sparkled on her neck, wrists and ears. She gave the camera a sexy, seductive smile as she turned a little.

"Even bad girls need a little something good." She blew the camera a kiss and winked, then the valet opened the car door and helped her in as she caressed his cheek.}

"CUT! Perfect! Now we'll just get a few shots of you getting ready in your hotel room for your night out. Then we'll be done. Great job."

Her next commercial would be for the black vodka they'd be using in the movie for her character's favorite drink, the Black Martini, which consisted of black vodka, raspberry liqueur and a raspberry or maraschino cherry as a garnish. She had to admit, it was quite good. They wouldn't be filming that one in the US. The company wanted that one filmed in Monaco during the filming of the movie, and she was of legal drinking age there.

She also had the clothing companies that wanted her to pose for the prints of the evening gowns she'd be wearing during filming, there was the R'Mandy perfume and women's business skirt suits, Cygne Noir and Secrets for the swim wear and lingerie, and even the yacht company had requested a few photos and a commercial. Oh and lest she forget the hotel chain. She had never been so busy in her life, thankfully she had Yashiro as her manager and friend or she would have been swamped and overworked. Mercifully, she had already filmed the movements for the opening animation and they already had her record the opening credits song.

Kuon was thankful that Yukihito was Kyoko's manager in all of this, even if he couldn't tell what she was working on. However, he did suspect it was something really big once the miscellaneous photos started arriving in his email account. He had been given her phone number a week after he had sent her flowers with his message that said, "I'm sorry." He wasn't sure if she wanted him to call her or if she was going to take the reins on this one.

He suspected that Yukihito was sending him the photos to encourage contact. The first of many had been her in a stunning, backless, burgundy red, velvet evening gown, dripping in black diamonds, looking like a Queen of the Night. His eyes dilated and his breath caught on that one. The next, he supposed, was the companion to that one. It consisted of her in black stockings, black lace cheeky panties with matching garter-belt, a silk robe tied at the waist and burgundy red platform, velvet pumps, in black diamonds, of course. He knew his former manager was evil, but that really took the prize. He wondered what awaited him next, as he stared at the photo of the little goddess of sex wrapped in a silky package. If she was doing a BMW car commercial, he was sure that there would be a lot more in his in-box over the next few months.

He decided to make the call before anything hit worldwide. She would very soon be a hot commodity and he needed to make sure that his past investments didn't go to waste.

Her co-star, Matthew Davies chuckled cordially as they sat at the bar and waited for the scene to begin. He had to admit, if he weren't married, he would have definitely tried to win over his lovely little co-star. He leaned next to her and teased. "Try not to guzzle it down or you'll be three sheets to the wind by the time the scene it finished. It's literally straight alcohol."

She nodded. "I don't think I could handle anything more that just a small sip at a time. It does taste quite good though. What kind are you drinking?"

He shook his head. "Nothing special. Just a Vodka Martini... Shaken, not stirred." He gave her a mischievous grin.

She giggled and playfully swatted his shoulder. "Oh Mr. Bond... You are a cheeky devil." She winked and they both laughed.

"You do have the RP dialect down pretty good. Did you have a coach?" He asked curiously.

She blushed a little and switched to the Estuary accent and dialect of Setsuka. "Not really. I kind of worked at traditional inn from a very young age. We had quite a few foreign guests. I suppose that's where I picked it up."

He gave her a surprised look and they both sipped their martinis. "Honestly, it is a little difficult to tell. You could easily blend in if you ever decided to make your home in London." He complimented.

She smiled brightly. "Thank you Matthew. That actually means a lot to me."

"PLACES!... QUITE ON THE SET! ACT 3, SCENE 2." The director called into the room.

Kyoko and Matthew called on their characters and prepared for the scene.

"LIGHTS... CAMERA... SOUND... AAANNNDDD ACTION!" Thus began their second day of filming in Monte Carlo.

{James walked into the somewhat busy upscale bar and took the seat next to his stunning target dressed in black silk and dripping in flawless rubies. All he had really been given on her was what they had. Which was next to nothing. It was rumored that her father was a major player in the criminal underworld and when he had been killed, all of his business dealings and profits had gone to the child he had groomed practically from birth. He wasn't even certain if this young woman was the correct one, he had just heard rumors. Many of which indicated that at 14 years old, the man's heir had killed him and took his place. It kind of reminded him of a spider or, scorpion, 'a very attractive scorpion'.

Well, he had to start somewhere. "Would you mind if I buy you a drink? Miss..."

The stunning golden-eyed, blonde glanced at the older gentleman and gave him a look that told him she was considering it. "Léonn..." She held out her perfectly manicured, delicate hand and he kissed the back. "Chamille Léonn."

He chuckled inwardly. 'How fitting'. He thought as he admired the long exposed leg that peeked out from the slit in her black low-cut, floor-length, backless, silk, slip gown. She lightly toed the black leather pump, sexily showing off her stocking-clad small foot as she crossed her legs. "It's certainly a pleasure to meet such an attractive woman amongst all of these doddering old codgers." He commented, referring to the small group of decidedly oil-rich, loud gentlemen sitting at the table in the corner, behind them.

"I've given you my name. Will I have the pleasure of knowing the name of the interesting gentleman that is willing to buy me another drink?" She flashed him a sexy smile.

He signaled to the bartender for two more drinks. "The name's Bond... James Bond." He took a sip of his drink.

"What brings you to this humble little corner of the world, Mr. Bond?" She purred as she enjoyed her Black Martini.

He slid his empty glass aside and sipped on the new drink. "Just thought I'd spend a little time enjoying myself, and you?"

She giggled. "Just like everyone else that plays here. Too much time and more than enough money to enjoy it."

"Certainly, that isn't your real name, Ms. Léonn." He commented smoothly as he sipped his martini.

She flashed him a stunning smile and gave him a light giggle. "Come now Mr. Bond, we both know how important identities are." She told him as she lifted her hand to caress his cheek and her slender thumb gently grazed his lower lip, leaning in. "You tell me yours... and I'll tell you mine." She breathed into his ear as her teeth gently nipped his lobe and she pulled back slowly.
He chuckled. "It would seem we have something in common."

"So it would seem." She answered as she sipped the last of her dark libation and grabbed her beaded, black clutch, then stood from the barstool. "I have a feeling we'll meet again. Until then, Mr. Bond. I look forward to it." She gave him a wink over her shoulder and left with her burly escort giving him a perfect view of her slender shapely back, her toned backside, and her deadly curves.}

"CUT! Splendid work!" The Director John Stevens called out as the scene was rewound and inspected for mistakes. As expected, the scene was shot four more times due to various issues. He wanted everything perfect and his actors were giving it to him in spades. He could only hope that things would continue to go smoothly.

In the cab on the way back to her hotel, she was surprised by a text from Ren. She hadn't heard a thing from him since he had sent her those beautiful flowers last month. She had expected that he would have contacted her sooner, since she did give Yuki permission to give him her phone number and email address. She smiled a little softly and absently stroked Yōsei-chan. She supposed he was just as busy, if not more than she was. Forgivable. She thought as she opened the text and read.