A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds, it is property of the magnificent Quentin Tarantino. Thanks for the reviews!!! Keep 'em coming! Any fans of Quentin Tarantino in general, I just did a Kill Bill Sophie/O-Ren Ishii one-shot, and I'm working on a Pulp Fiction one. Other than that enjoy! I'm not sure when exactly the Moulin Rouge went from a place for prostitution to just a nightclub, but I'm keeping it at its previous state in here.
Pulque
I walked down the hallway, silently praying that this would go well. I stood in front of Aldo's door before knocking cautiously.
"Who is it?" he yelled from inside.
"It's Annabelle." I replied.
"Come on in sweetheart."
I opened the door, standing in front of his room. He was laying in his bed, that blonde whore Donny had slept with sitting topless beside him, stroking his chest. I really was in no position to call her a whore, seeing as to how that was what I did for a living, but hey...she slept with my unofficial boyfriend.
"I have a favor to ask you." I jutted out a hip, putting up my arm and posing seductively. Just for this purpose I had worn nothing but a corset and underwear under and completely open men's shirt of Donny's. It was he who had told me that if I dressed sexy enough, Aldo probably wouldn't be able to say no. Hopefully Donny was right.
"What is that. Easy there darlin'." he turned his attention to Blonde Slut as she nibbled at his ear.
"Well, I'd appreciate if I had your full attention." I put my hands on my hips, sticking out my chest.
He sighed before pushing her off gently and getting out of the bed, walking over to me. She rolled her eyes before crossing her legs and sitting back in the bed. I glared at her for a moment before Aldo stepped out of the room beside me.
"Just hope you know your chances of me granting this favor are in jeopordy now that you disturbed my play-time. Unless you want to join me and Helena in there. If you do...all you had to do was ask." he crossed her arms.
I rolled my eyes before twirling a lock of hair, stepping forward and pushing my chest out. Aldo looked down, making no attempt the hide the fact that he was staring down my ample cleavage.
"Well, as you know I'm still recovering my the shooting and we don't have much going on here. Besides...you can't run people into the ground and expect them to work well."
"Where are you gettin' at?"
"Well, I was wondering if Donny and I could stick around Paris for a few days, take a little break."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Well I can see your reason with that cute little outfit and these recent events, but why should I let Donny go with you?"
"Well...you wouldn't want anything to happen to me would you? I could get picked off easily with no one there to protect me. Besides...don't you think your best Sergeant deserves some time off?"
He stroked his chin, pretending to be thinking deeply.
"Please?" I widened my eyes, leaning so close that our lips were centimeters away from each other.
"You better watch that. Much as I love Donny I got no problem taking his girl. Fine go."
"Thankyou!" I squealed happily before leaning in and giving him a peck on the cheek. He watched me skip down the hall to the staircase. This was going to be fun.
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"How the hell did you get him to say yes?" Donny asked as he laid across my bed.
"Persuasion." I replied, taking my hair out of the giant rollars I had it in.
"What did you do sleep with him?" he asked, getting out of my bed and walking over before resting his hands on my shoulders.
"No, although for a moment I thought I'd have to resort to it. No I pretty much just rubbed my chest all over him and he caved."
"I could see why that would work." Donny nodded, watching me as the curls tumbled down my shoulders.
He took his hands off me before walking towards the door.
"Where the hell are you going?" I asked.
"To get packed. We've only got half an hour before we leave. You want to ride up together or go with Aldo?"
"What do you think?" I asked.
He smiled before opening the door and stepping out, leaving me alone with my hair. Four days in Paris with Donny? I would make them the best of his life.
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"Here we are." I pulled up behind Aldo as we finally arrived in front of the legendary red windmill of the Moulin Rouge. I was completely mesmerized for a moment before looking over at Donny. He sat in his seat, arms crossed before unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out, not even bothering to help me.
I sighed. About twenty minutes after we left the house I realized that Donny didn't have much experience driving on the opposite side of the car, let alone the opposite side of the rode. Eventually we got to a point where I stopped the car, and forced him to switch places with me before getting us to Paris without any trouble.
Aldo tsked, walking over and sliding an arm around my waist.
"Not even going to help yer gal out of the car?" he asked. Donny grunted something before walking off, like a toddler who hadn't gotten what they wanted.
"He's just mad because I made him pull over and let me drive." I muttered in his ear.
"Why was that?"
"So he wouldn't get us killed."
"Probably shouldn'ta challenged his masculinity like that. He's kinda sensitive about them things."
"Well I wanted to live a little more then worry about how he felt." I replied.
As the double doors to the club were opened for us, I gasped. Inside was probably the most awesome sight I had ever seen in my entire life. Inside various men of different classes sat around, drinking different types of liquors as the women danced in front of them. The women themselves were a sight to behold. Dozens of them. Whirling around the dance floor, their can-can dresses billowing around them. I smiled. I had once thought about working here, but the odds of a German fellow coming in on a regular basis were slim.
"Can I help you?" a woman asked walking up holding a tray of drinks. She also carried an incredibly heavy French accent and a pretty impressive rack if I said so myself. Not quite as big as mine but enough to draw Aldo's attention.
"Yeah we're lookin' for somebody." he stared down her dress. I couldn't help but smile. Both he and Donny looked like complete gentlemen in their tuxedos, and I looked pretty nice if I said so myself. The black sparkly Chanel dress that Aldo had bought for me was a beauty in itself. I looked good, and I felt completely at ease saying it.
"Well, if you want I can pull over a few girls who do orgies."
"Not like that. Someone in particular. Bridget von Hammersmark." I interjected.
Comprehension dawned on her face and she nodded before motioning for us to follow her.
I leaned over and grabbed Donny's beefy arm before following her.
"I promise I'll make it up to you tonight." I whispered in his ear seductively.
He looked down at me and nodded before turning around to check out a girl wearing close to nothing. Even I had to admit that she was pretty sexy.
We walked a grand staircase to the second level, where bourgeois men sat and enjoyed dinner and shows from high class balcony rooms.
Down the way was a room completely surrounded by a crowd of people, all screaming and brandishing pieces of paper, screaming Bridget's name.
"Here you are." she spun around before retreating the way she came. I pushed Donny in front of me then grabbed Aldo's hand.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Barrell your way through!" I exclaimed. A guy of his size would easily be able to get through the crowd. He nodded before jostling people aside, pushing us up to the front. There were several screams in different language and protests but we finally reached the front of the line.
"What's your plan now?" Aldo muttered in my ear as we caught sight of the massive bodyguard that stood in front of the door. My heart sank. The guy was massive. There was no way we would be able to sneak past him, let alone bribe him without anyone else seeing.
As stared at him something familiar ticked in the back of my mind. I had seen him before somewhere, but I couldn't place my mind on it.
"Annabelle?" Donny turned around, tapping me on the shoulder. As I continued to stare at him I knew it appeared that I was having a stroke but I didn't care. I knew him. Where was he from?
Then it clicked.
Igor Krakinskoff. Russian assassin. One of my regulars. One of my...stranger ones. As I thought back I remembered completely. The last time I had seen him was five months ago.
Igor had a fetish. While one of my specialties was submissive roles, Igor liked something a little different. Not only did he want me in charge, he wanted me as his rider. Horse rider.
He had a horse fetish. Every time he would come in, he would bring it all. Whip. Saddle. Carrots. Apples. Trough. Bit. Ears. Shoes. The full monty. Anything you could think of associated with a horse, he would bring.
We never actually fucked either. It was usually just either me whipping him and riding around on his back naked through my bedroom, or else me doing various things to him done to horses. It was disturbing, but I couldn't deny fun.
"Igor?" I asked, stepping closer.
"Annabelle!" he exclaimed, his menacing facade immediatly replaced with a kinder one.
I let go of Donny's hand before rushing into his arms, hugging him tightly.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, already formulating a plan in my mind.
"Two months ago I receive job to work for Ms. Hammersmark." he choked out through his thick Russain accent. I could never really understand what he was saying, I usually just nodded my head and smiled every so often.
"That's great. How do you like it?"
"It is nice. I do not have see blood and guts everyday now."
I nodded, smiling.
"Well we're here to see Ms. Hammersmark. We're all huge fans."
"You would like see her?" he asked.
I widened my eyes in faux excitement.
"Can we?!" I exclaimed, jumping up and down.
He gave me a wide smile from under his thick eyebrows and nodded before opening the door for us. Several people in the line screamed in anger as we walked inside, the sounds silenced behind us.
Bridget was lounging across a chair, smoking and brandishing what appeared to be a martini. She threw back her blonde head and laughed loudly as one of her bodyguards told her a joke in German. She looked over at us before standing up.
Out! Jetzt! she exclaimed, shooing them with her hands.
(Out! Now!!!)
They looked at us and glared before bowing their heads and departing. As soon as the door closed she stood up, extending a hand.
"Lieunant Raine?"
"Yeseroni. You must be little miss Bridget von Hammersmark."
She nodded and gave a dazzling smile before extending a hand. Aldo bent over and kissed her hand delicately. She smiled. Aldo could be so charming when he tried to. He and Donny both looked incredibly handsome in their tuxedos as well.
She moved to me.
"Annabelle Steinschneider." I shook her hand.
She nodded and smiled again before moving on to Donny.
"Donny Donowitz." he grabbed her hand, shaking it firmly. For a moment it looked like he would break it but she pulled away without injury.
"Would any of you like a drink? Cigarette?" she asked.
"I'll take one." I stepped forward. She seemed genuinely nice. I liked her.
She fired up two cigarettes, before handing me one. I tasted her lipstick on it. Something French on it. Whatever it was, the color was rich. I needed to check that out.
"Please, sit." she motion to the seats.
We did as commanded, Donny and Aldo sitting on either side of me.
"Now you contacted us about doing work for the Basterds am I right?" Aldo asked, taking the reins.
Bridget nodded, taking a sip from her martini and sitting down.
"Well I suppose the first thing I should ask you is...how do I know we can trust you?"
"I don't know. How do I know I can trust you?" she asked, seductively picking the olive out of her martini with her tongue will glancing at Donny.
I leaned over and grabbed his hand, letting her know that we were together but it was an honest mistake. She turned to Aldo.
"How bout a little collateral?" he asked.
"What?"
"You betray us, you lose your head."
"Oh." she raised an eyebrow, choking on her drink a little. "Well, what do I get in the event that you betray me?"
"Nothin', because I ain't going to."
"Fine."
"So...now that we got that established, we'll contact you when we need you."
"What? Wait, you're not giving me anything to do now?"
"No. Let's go."
Donny and I stood up, following him towards the door and leaving Bridget there, sitting in awe.
As we got to the car I sighed before looking at Aldo.
"I'll see you in a couple days." I shrugged.
"Donny, you take care of her." he grabbed me into a hug.
"Yeah Aldo because I'm going to let her wonder all over the city alone." Donny rolled his eyes before getting into the car.
"See you in a coupla days kiddo." he kissed my forhead before walking to his car. I knocked on the door, motioning for Donny to get out.
"Thought you said you'd make it up to me?" he rolled down the window.
"I meant another way." I winked. He got out without an attitude before getting in the passengers seat. As soon as we got in the car I leaned over and kissed him passionately, not having been able to all day.
"Get us to the hotel. Fast." he groaned in my mouth.
I grinned before putting the car in drive. I'd be surprised if I hadn't soaked the seat already.
