Karen stood in front of the mirror looking at the transformation before her. A while ago, she was clad in a long skirt, frilly white button up shirt, and wore the typical hat for a female news reporter of the time; her blonde hair that out grew the layers she had done so long ago was worn loose and reached her shoulders. People would say she was beautiful and would 'make the perfect house wife', but she thought she looked too 'conservative' for the time and decided it was time for a change.

Karen ran her fingers in her hair that stopped at her chin. A 'bob' was what they called it. She placed her peacock headband on her head and wrapped her black boa around her neck to match the purple dress that stopped right above the knee.

"What do you think Antonio?" she asked still looking at the mirror

"I think you look very sexy, querida," he said coming behind her and resting his chin on her shoulder. His hand found its way to her waist and he began swaying his hips against hers.

"Not now, Antonio," Karen giggled gently pushing the Spanish man off of her, "we can have our fun after America and I seal this business deal."

Antonio sighed, "You and you're Wall Street."

"I can't help it. It's part of my life now," Karen said smiling

"I swear," he said jokingly, "it's taking mi amor away from me"

"Well I guess I can give it up and go back to wearing those unsexy, long, old maid…"

"No," Antonio said quickly, eyeballing her long legs, "I don't mind….really."

"Yo Karen, where you been?" the loud American said waving his hands at the two entering the building, "I've been waiting forever for you."

"America," Karen said taking a drag from her cigarette, "I only stopped to buy my smokes it shouldn't taken more than five minutes."

"Remind me again why you smoke," he asked.

"It comes with being a flapper," she responded blowing out a cloud of smoke, "So…where's Mr. van Rijn?"

"Mr. van Rijn couldn't make it," a deep voice said from behind Karen. A tall figure with a pipe walked out of the shadows and into Karen's field of view.

"What are you doing here, Hendrick?" Karen asked bitterly trying to hide her expression of shock.

"I'm here on behalf of my van Rijn. What's he doing here?" Hendrick asked nodding toward the cheery Spaniard.

"He's with me," Karen said grabbing Antonio's hand and pulling him close to her. "Anyway, are we going to do business or not?"

"Let's get this over with?" the Dutch man responded taking a drag from his pipe trying to hold back his anger that would cause him to punch the handsome Spanish man next to Karen. "Why is she with him of all people?" he thought before America hollered something about going to a speak easy.

"So let me get this straight," the tall blonde male said in a bored tone and taking another drag from his pipe; his tie which was one in a Windsor knot was now loose and the top of his shirt was unbuttoned, allowing the two males, and Karen, to see his chiseled chest, "you want to sell stock for Dutch companies for $40 dollars a share and give us five percent of the profit?"

"What do you say my man?" the American man said cheerily even though they've been at this proposal for hours.

"Make it a ten percent profit and we have a deal; we don't actually need this, our stocks in Antwerp are doing just fine."

"Alright," America said extending his hand out for the Dutch man to shake, "it's a dea-"

"Wait!" Karen exclaimed standing up from her seat, "I know you don't honestly think we're going to fall for that 'we don't need this' B.S do you?" Hendrick's eyes widen at her sudden outburst. "When did she become so assertive?" he thought."I know Antwerp is all the rage in the European markets, but Wall Street has been rising tremendously," she said placing her hand on her hips, "I also know that you know that if you don't take this deal now, you'd have to deal with getting even less profit later on so I don't know why you'd try to swindle us. You'd be lucky to get that five percent."

Hendrick let out a long sigh before saying, "Fine, what do you suggest?"

"How about a drink?" Karen asked sighing letting out all her aggression.

The Dutch man raised an eyebrow at her before she said, "We've been working for too long; we could all use a drink." Hendrick let out a small grunt before making his way to the bar section of the speak easy, the other three following behind him.

"Bar tender, four glasses of wine please?" America said to the man behind the counter.

"Actually," the brunet said, "I'll have a glass of moonshine."

"Coming right up," the bar tender responded. As the four waited for their drinks, the music playing on the radio began to take over the three blonde's bodies.

The blue eyed male spotted a woman on the other side of the room tapping her foot to the music and staring flirtatiously at the American. "Hey guys," he said getting up, "I'm going to use the restroom really quickly so-"

"It's fine America. You can dance with her," Karen said giggling.

"Thank you," he said as the bar tender set the drinks on the table.

"Hey Antonio," Karen said seductively wrapping her arms around the Spaniard, "want to dance."

"Not now, Hermosa," Antonio said taking a sip of his drink, "maybe in a while."

"Fine," Karen said sighing and looking at the couples on the dance floor becoming more and more envious of them by the minuet as she drank her wine.

"I'll dance with you if you want," Hendrick said sipping his drink.

Karen gave him a skeptical look before sighing in defeat and saying, "Fine, but it's only for business purposes. So about the deal, I say a fair 5.1 percent."

"We'll see about it," he said deviously as he extended his arm out for her to grab, pulling her to the dance floor.

As the music blasted, vibrations could be felt on the floor and dancers moved in rhythm to the beat. Karen swayed her hips smoothly and shacked her body while Hendrick shimmied. Although the two were dancing together, they were pretty far apart compared to the other couples that were practically on top of each other until Karen was pushed forward, landing in the Dutch man's arms. She blushed furiously at their closeness, but all he did was smirk as she leaned his body against hers and moved his torso. Karen smiled at his action and copied him, leaning back as he moved closer to her and then making him do the same as she leaned closer to him.

As the song came to an end, Hendrick took her hand, spun her, and made her land once again in his arms. With her hands on his chest, Karen looked into the blonde man's eyes and almost instantly fell into a daze. His eyes were to die for, staring at her intensely and lovingly. A single look into his eyes almost made her forget why she had left him as feelings of love and desire surged though her body until…

"Kaaareennnn," a voice said in a heavy Spanish accent.

"I have to go," she said looking into his eyes one more time before heading back to the bar.

"What is it Antonio?"

"Wh're h've you been?" he asked slurring out his words.

"I was dancing with Hendrick," Karen said innocently, "are you alright?"

"Don't you use th't innocent voice on meee. I saw you all over him you little whore and I don't like it," he said grabbing her hand roughly.

"I think you had too much to drink," she said looking at the dozens of empty moonshine glasses in front of him."

"Don't you t'll mee wh'n I had too m'ch," he side tightening his grip causing tears to fall out of the blonde woman's eyes.

"Antonio, you're hurting me!" she cried.

"I'm so s'rry, Hermosa," he said as his hand traveled up her leg, "let e make it up t' you."

"No not here."

"Let her go, Spain," Hendrick's voice boomed behind the two.

"Oh, how c'te," the Spaniard chuckled darkly, "you think just because you two sh're a little history th't you can keep me away from her? Well I g't news for you friend; she's mine."

And with those words, the blonde Dutch sent the brunet across the room. The sounds of glass and wood breaking could be heard across the room, but none of that mattered to Hendrick. All that mattered to him was Karen's safety. "Are you alright?" he asked the blonde girl.

"I never thought that… he's always so nice and," Karen muttered before began to cry. As tears flowed down her eye's two strong arms wrapped around her waist pulling her into a warm embrace.

"It's going to be okay, Karen," Hendrick whispered into her ear.

"Promise?" she asked her voice very shaky.

"I promise," he responded walking her out of the bar and back to his hotel.

Oh mi gott! Sorry for the late update, my friend graduated (early) yesterday so we were celebrating; I'm so proud of him. Anyway, sorry for the use of Dark Spain. I know some people are a little sensitive toward the abusive type of drunk (I've had to deal with that half of my life so I understand) so I'm sorry. Next chapter is the last chapter, thank you everyone for reading! I really appreciate it. Also, I'm going to start writing my Japan cross dressing fic for my cross dressing friend soon so if you're interested just keep watch. Yepp that's it. Dank Je