A HOY HOY!!! Hows it goin'? Me i'm gunna kill myself!!*WWWWAAAHHHH* jus' joking! AANNYYWWAAYY my trip was a total DISASTER!! My life it ruined, it's crashed and it's burned! DIE BARRY!!DIIIIIIEEEEEEE *proceeds to murder her mothers boyfriend* DDDDIIIIEEEEE!!
chapter 8
"-and Betty told Martha that Jake had taken Leslie to Sharon's place, but then Carrie said that Amanda and Frank told George...." and Naga went on. And on. And then she added some more.
Ren resisted the urge to groan, then clutch her hair and scream. She almost didn't make it. "So...uh yeah...Naga...how much longer do you think this'll take?" Ren had no idea how long that they had been in the rather small dressing room.
Naga continued to apply lipstick onto Ren's mouth, "Oh, we still have to pick you out some clothes, my dear! The fun has only started!" she giggled and struck a pose, "The great Naga will make you the most beautiful woman in history....."she placed her index finger on her lip in thought, "..well, except for me, that is!"
Ren sweatdropped and tried to move. She sighed as she tried to once again pry the knots that currently tied her to a small wheely chair. How was she supposed to know that this...Naga person would go totally ballistic on her ass if she refused to wear eyeshadow?! And there was definitely NO WAY that she was going to let this freak come near her with an eyelash curler looking like Jack the Ripper!!
"Hey Naga....would ya mind loosening these ropes a bit?" if this psychopath loosened her bindings, she'd be able to drop kick her and haul ass!
"I'm sorry, m'dear, but I can't allow that to happen...." Naga turned around slowly, her eyes in shadow and started to approached Ren, menacingly snapping the hair curler in her hands.
"GGGGYYYYAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
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Ten minutes later, we find Naga pulling Ren down the busy hallway on the other side of the building. Ren's wheelychair made various squeaks as she was pulled by phsyco-bitch who was holding a length of rope. A man walking by turned to Ren who looked at him pleadingly while mouthing the words, "help me". He glanced at Naga then booted it down the hallway.
Apparently at some point, all workers of the building had met up with wacko-whore at one point or another.
They kept their distance.
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"Now, Usagi hon, try this one!" Naga insisted on modeling all of Ren's outfits, since she almost bit off her hand when she tried to untie her.
What a sick form of punishment.
The clothing was once again TOO SMALL for her and her monstrous cleavage. It kind of reminded Ren of a clump of dough in saran-wrap. She quickly shook her head.
"Awww...you have to wear something, honey! Unless you wanna go in and meet Mr. Largo in the nude.."she grinned and winked," I'm sure that can be arranged."
Ren fought back a blush at the though of parading around in her birthday suit...."Uhhh no thanks, just pick something out quick, I need to go to the washroom!" she ground her teeth, did this woman ever hear of potty breaks!?
Naga pouted, "Oh all right! Sour puss!" with that she huffed, turned and paraded back to the little closet/screen thing. Leaving Ren unable to do the potty dance....
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Ren fastened the last button on her shirt...or lack thereof. She brushed off her skirt and walked out from behind the screen.
"Oh darlin' you look fab!" did this woman ever run out of things to call her except her name?! And who says FAB anymore?! She sighed, some things were best left a mystery....and this woman was one of them.
Ren looked in the body length mirror that sat before her and blushed furiously, how was she supposed to go to an interview in THIS?!
Small black shoes adorned her feet, knee length white socks made her legs look longer, and a tiny...I mean TINY pleated skirt completed the look. Her toned stomach was revealed by a white..uh shirt that ended at approximately the same place as her bra did. Long sleeves widened slightly at her wrists and the crispy white shirt had buttons up to the collar. Only two were done up.
Even though this woman had a sick style sense, she knew how to complete a look. Her long blonde hair was done up in two pigtails, curled more than usual, as were her bangs, which rested along her face. Her blue eyes seemed to scream for attention, as they were outlined in black eye liner, mascara, and blue eyeshadow.
But still, even though this would have made a bitchin' Halloween costume....it was not a bitchin' business suit.
She looked like a school-girl.
Well, and incredibly sexy school-girl. Maybe she could find that guy with the bangs and....
"I think you're ready, 'Sagi, baby."
Shit.
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Dennis Largo rubbed his temples, what was Naga thinking today?! She had sent him two middle-aged dominatrixes, three school teachers, and a DRAG-QUEEN?! How the hell was he supposed to hire any of THEM? 'Her mind must be somewhere else today....'
He hit back a few Tylenol and sighed, why did Narnia have to quit? They made such a good team...he licked his lips, it also helped that she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. 'Long, chestnut hair....eyes that seemed to sparkle with laughter...' he had fallen in love. 'Why did she have to leave me?' he shook his head to clear his thoughts.
"Sir, your next interview has arrived." he could detect a slightly dazed slur in his male secretary's words.
God....could this one be even WORSE than the DRAG-QUEEN?!
Good thing he had a lot of Tylenol.
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Ren knocked on the door lightly, trying not to look at the guy behind the desk that was looking at her and drooling. 'Guy secretaries....gotta love 'em..then kill 'em for looking.'
"Come in." a slightly muffled voice that sounded exhausted spoke from the other side of the door.
Ren mustered her courage, turned the knob and walked in.
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"First things first, you're resume-" Dennis looked up and his jaw dropped. Oh.My.God.
Long legs, beautiful eyes, pink lips that begged to be kissed....Oh.My.God.
He watched as she looked at him he'd grown another head. He knew he was staring but...God. His hands scrambled around on his desk to check out the list of applicants....
"Umm....Mr. Largo..." the girl, no woman's not quite high but not too deep voice broke through his thoughts.
"Dennis." he said automatically. This was the woman he needed. God, he could get Narnia back in a flash with this one on his belt. He might have felt a pang of sympathy for the young woman he was about to use, but hey, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, right?
Instantly, his charm flew into action, standing up, he took her hand and placed it to his lips, not breaking eye contact. "You can call me Dennis...Miss..."
Dennis watched as her cheeks turned hot with embarrassment....or could that be anger...nah, couldn't be.
"Usagi....Usagi Tsukino." she giggled shyly.
He grinned ruggedly, this one was all his. Maybe he could keep her after he was through with making Narnia a laughing stock. But was that what he really wanted...'Of course it is, she took your heart, shattered it and pitched it to the rats in the nim-bin around the corner.' He frowned mentally. She would pay. That bitch would pay dearly.
Meanwhile...."Take a seat, "he smiled, or did he smirk, "stay awhile....I can tell we're going to be," he ran a hand over his gelled hair, "great friends."
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Drags Naga away from Dennis
Naga:BUT HE:S MY HUNNY BUNCHES OF OATS!!!
Rin-koi: :::sweatdrop::: sweet..comparing your crush to a cereal....aannyywwaayy at least we got rid of-
Naga:DON"T SAY IT!!!
Mysterious black guy from NATM: BLANG BLANG!!!!
Naga and Rin:NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooo