“Subtlety is key. You don’t want to be making an entrance and draw unwanted attention,” said the voice in her head.
“Right,” replied Anya, fiddling with her earpiece.
“This is 3.8 million dollars we’re dealing with, remember?”
“I’ll keep that under advisement, but I think this requires something bold. Just be ready to play with the security cameras like a good little boy,” said Anya sternly, “now get out of my head. I don’t want people to think I’m talking to myself.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I said shut up,” reinforced Anya.
Anya walked to the front door, and handed the bouncer her pass, and said her name in her thick Russian ‘accent,’ “Anya Karina Ostrovsky.”
The doorman looked Anya over, then at the pass. And then when he turned back to her, she was adjusting her dress to expose more cleavage. Unconsciously, the man licked his lips as he stared at Anya’s succulent breasts with desire, and allowed her inside the party without a second look at the fake pass.
“Subtle. Really subtle,” the voice criticised.
Anya muttered, “would you like to put a dress on and come down here?”
“Shutting up now.”
She paused and scanned the room, and pursing her lips, dazzling the room with her smoulder. She noted the guests in formal mingling idly, and wait staff manoeuvring ably with trays of wine or hors d’oeuvres. Finally her brilliant blue eyes turned to the doors at the rear of the room, where the man with wingtips and emerald cufflinks waited informally.
Anya waltzed in, with tapping her heels loud on tile, and every man had their eyes on her perfect ass as her hips swayed, and every woman looked at her with a simmering hatred.
“God, you’re unbelievable,” the voice said again.
“Thanks. I try to look my best,” said the Russian blond, dashing a shimmering smile.
“Not what I meant.”
“Just sit back in that van of yours and watch the show.”
Striding up to ‘wingtips,’ Anya came along side the man, rubbed her hand from his neck to his navel, and immediately walked out. The man turned red when she came into the room, and gushed when his wife glared at him. But as Anya left, the man turned blue, and soon fell dead. Everyone crowded the corpse, and there were some screams, but no one cared, or stopped to see the hottie stroll out the front door completely unencumbered.
“The poison worked like a charm. The man is dead, and so is the lawsuit.”
“So I was wrong. Bold is best. But you have got some balls, Anya.”
“I’ve got tits and an ass for women to envy and men to drool over, Mike. Balls have nothing to do with it.”