All around them the club pulsed with noise and light, the place crowded with beautiful women of all shapes and types. Still, at the table there was a almost eerie aura of stillness as Mitsuki dropped her bombshell on Mikura. "My sister?" Mikura repeated questioningly, her body tensing up a bit as she continued, "I don't have a sister." Mitsuki raised her drink to her lips, taking a careful sip as she kept an eye on Mikura. "I think you do," she answered calmly. "Was this whole bodyguard job a sham?" Mikura asked flatly, the pink haired girl giving the older woman a suspicious look. "No, I needed a bodyguard," Mitsuki reassured her, the redhead smiling wryly, "but I did choose you for a reason." "When you say sister," Mikura asked her flatly, "you're talking about that psycho Momomi Momoi, right?" "Yes, Momomi," Mitsuki agreed. She gave Mikura a thoughtful glance, "You didn't know she was your sister?" "No for sure," Mikura admitted. She paused a moment then asked, "You know that lesbian friend I mentioned?" "The one who tried to kill you?" Mitsuki asked. "She claimed she was Momomi's lover." Mikura said grimly, "and that Momomi was my half sister." "Ring ring darling," as breezy voice interrupted them. Mikura looked up, blinking as she nearly collided with a impressive set of breats. The blonde had a surprisingly exagerated body, round breasts and curvy hips reminding one of some primative earth goddess figure. "Hello Olive," Mitsuki looked faintly amused. "You really need to mix, love," Olive chided as she leaned against the back of Mikura's chair, "the stars can't do it all, you know." "Yes, yes I know," Mitsuki sighed. She smiled at Mikura, "This is Olive, she's our public relations expert and a former actress." "Nice to meet you," Mikura nodded respectfully. "Hmmm," Olive reached out to run a finger along Mikura's cheek, "aren't you the cute one!" She looked up at Mitsuki, "Darling, she's adorable." "Also jail bait," Mitsuki noted. "I really like people talking about me like I'm not here," Mikura noted dryly. "Sorry, my sweet," Olive purred at Mikura. Mikura rolled her eyes, "And I'm not your sweet." "She does that to everyone," Mitsuki smiled wryly. Looking back at Olive she said, "All right, I'll mingle. But just for a little while." "And keep this fierce one with you too," Olivia said as she turned and walked away, "I'm sure someone will try to snatch her up if you don't." "She's kidding, right?" Mikura asked. "About my mingling or you being snatched up?" Mitsuki asked as she got up. "No to both, I'm afraid." "Marvelous," Mikura grumbled as she closely followed Mitsuki. The next hour was a blur of faces, scents and wild clothes as they moved from table to table and group to group, talking and chatting. The beautiful women were elegant, sexy and as dangerous as a unsheathed blade, in many ways. Mikura also found herself the victim of their unwanted gazes, only stopping when they met her deadly eyes. "You're doing wonders for my reputation, you know," Mitsuki murmured as they left yet another group behind. "Oh?" Mikura asked, warily scanning the crowd. Mitsuki looked amused, "I heard a few of them commenting they wee impressed I tamed a wildcat like you." "I don't tame," Mikura answered dryly. Mitsuki studied her a moment, "Maybe not, but I suspect I'd love to try." Mikura gave her a wary look, "No thank you." Softening her glance a little she added, "Not until we talk about why you REALLY hired me, anyway." "I'll look forward to that," Mitsuki grinned. "Miss Aya," a tall, black haired woman in punk leathers elbowed her way through the crush of people in the busy club, "I've been looking for you all night." "Rei," Mitsuki nodded, clearly annoyed at her conversation with Mikura being interrupted yet again, "good to see you." "Friend of yours?" Mikura asked under her breath. "Actress," Mitsuki answered, "not quite a friend." "Have you made a decision on the part?" Rei asked eagerly, the slightly older woman fixing Mitsuki with a intense look. "I'm sorry," Mitsuki didn't conceal her irritation, "but we're still discussing casting. Once we've made up our minds, we'll let you know." "You're casting a younger woman," Rei stiffened, "like this girl aren't you?!" ‘Uh oh,' Mikura thought as she moved forward as she saw Rei covertly reaching into her leather jacket's pocket. "Bitch," Rei drew a switchblade, the knife popping out with a snap as she moved, "pass me over will you?!" Whack! Gracefully Mikura chopped the side of her hand on Rei's arm, sending the blade clattering away into the darkness. Before the woman could recover she punched out fast, sending the woman reeling, blood running down from her nose. Finally Mikura bounced up, almost hanging in mid-air as she kicked out viscously, sending Rei crashing to the ground out cold. "My god," Mitsuki breathed out. "She telegraphed her move," Mikura shrugged casually. She looked up at Mitsuki, "How long has she been looking for this part, and how long have you been getting threats?" "About the same," Mitsuki conceded. "All right, the buff doorman forced his way through the crowd of watchers, "what's going on?" His tone instantly changed from rough to pleasant when he saw Mikura, "I mean, how can I help you ma'am?" Mikura smiled wryly, "Attempted assault by the out cold lady there on my partner." She looked at Mitsuki, "You want the cops brought in?" "Please," Mitsuki sighed. "I'll call," the bouncer nodded. After a long meeting with the cops, several witness statements and such the party lurched to a stop, the young ladies scattering to the four winds. Escorting Mitsuki out to her car Mikura said, "I think my job is done, here. You want to send payment to the DSA or pay me here?" Mitsuki leaned against her sports car, "We never did have that talk." "I'm not sure I trust you to give me a straight answer," Mikura admitted after a moment. Mitsuki used the remote on her key's to pop the doors, "Come home with me, I'll feed you and explain why I hired you." Mikura's stomach grumbled, reminding them both that they hadn't had a chance to eat anything much at the party. "Well?" Mitsuki smiled teasingly. "Okay," Mikura agreed, climbing into the car.
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