Operation 13: Her name was Lola!
'A one, a two and a three' I kicked my leg up with the seven other girls on stage before bringing the ridiculous, gold sequin and glitter feather fan in front, followed by the second.
'This is bloody stupid!' I complained to myself, turning with the group and falling into line, swishing the stupid fans before our group of eight split and shuffled back into two lines, four on each side creating a little walk way which we then blocked with the fans I wished to burn…on Skipper's head.
I passed Marlene a quick side eye and she could only cringe out a smile in apology.
Starting from the girls up front and moving back down the line we each did an elaborate arch of the fans moving them from our created isle and jiggling them on our out side hip, we cleared the way for the one and only, Julien.
He came bursting down the middle, arms in the air and blowing kisses before jumping to a stop at the end and bursting into a small groove, finishing with a bum wiggle and happy laugh.
"Ha haaaa! Welcome!" He cheered opening his arms to his party audience. "To the jungle fiesta!"
"Where is she? That girl has something against deadlines!" Skipper barked, looking around the packed room in search of his disobedient worker.
"Actually I just love the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by," I stated with a shrug having waltz up behind him and just managed to catch his complaining.
He spun around and shot me a dangerous look, one that instantly changed as he looked over me, trying to recognise me under the curled hair, glittery face and stupid out fit.
"Yeah the top is just a bra, I know, and my hair is massive!" I frowned, irritated at the odd stare. I didn't need anyone else telling me I looked stupid. I crossed my arms protectively and continued to glare as he continued to stare. "What!? Seriously! I honestly feel stupid enough with out the looks! So do you mind! I hate staring and I feel like a whore in this stupid outfit! You just couldn't let me go home could you!" I rambled off my various issues while holding the glare.
"Don't get your gold knickers in a knot Doll, you have a job to do!" Skipper jabbed and finger towards me with his authority voice. "And thanks to your mediocre timing, we're behind, and that puts us off schedule!" He threw his arms up acting as if the world was failing around him.
"And that's…bad," I summed, very dull.
"Of course! My men work on the most pristine, well designed plan, executed on a particular schedule, timing kept so tight, air couldn't leak!" He gave a few vigorous and expressive arms gestures and I just about managed to stop myself from backing away from him and his obvious fetish for timing.
"Right, aren't you putting us even further behind schedule?" A smile turned up on my lips instantly as I raised my brows towards him, watching as a stunned silence hit, amused to no end as the clogs creaked and turned to form a comeback in his head.
"Get to your station!" He instantly barked, throwing a strong point off across the dance floor and towards the private booth where the suspicious group, that had caused Julien grief, sat.
"Alright!" I grinned, waving his frown away and heading off.
Truth be told I had no clue what I was supposed to actually do, I got the gist but it wasn't much to go on. I had to plant a bug on one of the men, how this was going to happen I had no clue.
Taking a deep breath with a flap of my hands I fully calmed myself down and made a direct approach, suddenly finding with each step I took the more I wondered what the hell I was doing and why I was following that mad man's orders. "Hi Guys!" I piped as soon as I reached the table and four men slowly turning from their conversation to look up at me. "I've been told you're our privileged guests tonight so I'm here as a small welcome, I hope you're all enjoying yourselves!" I perked with so much enthusiasm I had actually fallen back into my old work habits of customer service.
"What is she doing!?" Skipper barked, stealing an unseen glance over to the table in the far back.
"I think she's making friends Skippa!" Private chirped with a look of confusion before turning to his leader and instantly cringing and shrinking back at the disgusted look on Skipper's face. With a quick clip upside the head for that comment the commando leader turned back to his sly look out.
"Private has a point Skipper, she does seem to be making tactical advances in gaining them as allies," Kowalski defended, flipping over a few of his observations.
"Why in gods name would she want to do that!" Skipper frowned, his irritation for the girl blocking his usual sharp mind.
"Well it could prove useful if they trusted her, perhaps that is her goal?" Kowalski gave a shrug, his observations proving his thoughts right but his knowledge on the woman was shadowing that. Was Lola really capable of such skill to pull something like that off? Turning back to his observations on the woman he instantly ate his words and set his note pad down. "Or not," He stated with a flat tone, raising a brow as the gold clad young woman was twirled onto the dance floor by probably the biggest man out of the group.
With a light frown I sat on the counter next to the washbasins, swinging my feet lightly, the small gold heels of the sandals I wore tapping against the cupboard under the sink. I continued to stare down at the card I had been given with a light cringe, I tend to never really call anyone I don't know when they give me their number, to be honest I freak out.
With a huff I slipped the card into the gold bra and jumped down from the sink turning to check my appearance in the mirror with a groan.
I hated showing my belly, not sure why I just did, it made me uncomfortable, and I defiantly like having my thighs covered, so the sheer material of the baggy trousers where really no good.
"I'm not a show girl!" I whined, sure teach me the dance and I can do it eventually, but I don't really like preforming it, especially in a bare-all outfit. If I had to dance couldn't it be the waltz, with a nice long dress!
"Her name was Lola, she was a show girl!" A blonde woman sang as she danced her way into the ladies toilets.
"Babes! Your song is on out there!" She laughed, before her gold clad self disappeared into one of the cubicles.
With a groan I patted down my voluminous hair but to no joy and slipped out.
Everyone danced around to the tune that was apparently 'my song'.
"Hey! Miss Lola it's your song!" Another of the girls called pointing towards me as I forced a smile.
"Ah it really isn't!" I shook my head with a sarcastic happy tone; to be honest I used to like this song, until I was branded with it.
I squeezed through the mass of bodies getting bumped around by the various jumps and jigs they call dancing, that was till my arm was clamped down in a strong grip.
"Lola!" The voice shouted over the song and I turned with a fed up groan.
"It's not my song!" I burst, turning to the person who probably wanted to wrongly state that it was.
"No, it's your boss," Skipper scowled and I instantly clamped my mouth shut and wiped the glare away with a very innocently surprised look.
"Hellooo," I smiled, taking a small step back to create some distance despite the fact I couldn't actually go any where because he had one determined hold on my arm and we were wedged in the middle of the dance floor. "Here!" I instantly chirped, delving a hand down into my bra causing a very surprised and shocked look to slap across his face before I pulled out the small card. "They gave me their number!" I gave him a slightly lost look because to be honest, I had no idea what I was supposed to do with it. "What?" I instantly frowned at Skipper's raised brow look of shock.
With a shake of his head and a hard blink he instantly gave a small cough and frowned at the card. "Nothing!" he declared before turning his attention back to me. "How did you get their card?" He demanded over the music.
"Their boss is looking for a new PA and said I should phone for the job!" I gave a shrug before slipping the card back away.
With another shake of his head Skipper brought his eyes back to mine, something I instantly frowned at, wondering where they once were.
"You were only supposed to plant the bug Lola!" Skipper scolded with irritation.
"I did!" I chirped to defend myself.
A sudden elbow from a large man dancing behind me, pushed me less that gracefully into Skipper's chest and I gripped him to steady myself. I froze when I realised how close I'd ended up to him. My nose was just brushing his chin, my hands were gripping into the upper arms of his suit jacket and my eyes were in a wide stare at his lips. Skipper had been kind enough to help in catching me from the shove by leaving his grip on my arm to catch my waist.
I didn't know what to do; I had fallen into my boss at a weird closeness and in a stupid gold bra! With a red tint to my face I slowly looked up, the frozen shock on my face mirrored on his and with a tiny gulp I nervously noted his fingers where rough against my waist. Then it clicked. My waist! He was holding my bare waist!
With a squeak I pushed from him, flinging my arms out dead straight to at least have him at arms distance before snapping my arms to recoil back towards my body, my face glowing with embarrassment.
"I…I planted it!" I stated shakily before turning on my heels and squeezing past people as quickly as I could. 'Run' I constantly repeated in my head.
"Lola!" His tone was back to his demanding self and I chanted run, over and over in my head as I escaped the party atmosphere for the quite hall that lead to the fire exit.
With a struggled gasp I was shocked at the sudden painful grip on my left upper arm causing me to halt right where I was. I was then swung around and smacked backwards into a large body, an equally large arm pointing out strait over my right shoulder. I noticed a gloved hand of black leather gripping a gun.
My shout of distress was muffled as the hand on my arm less than nicely gripped my face, just as the swinging doors pushed open once again, to reveal the perusing Skipper with a look of utter irritation.
The assessment in his mind was as sharp as a blade, his face instantly snapped into a frown as he dodged back out the doors as the wood splintered with the shot taken.
000