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dismissed and almost non-existent.
     
    Tom
and Sophie were both wearing ear buds which would let them communicate with
each other, a nice touch, they thought, and something the agency had known they
would appreciate.
     
    “So
we need to get me in there, and there’s one guard,” Tom said quietly.
     
    “I
know, I know, and we both know what I’m going to do!”
     
    “How
much time do you think you can get me?” Tom asked.
     
    “Well
unless he comes awfully fast, I think I can drag things out as long as you
like. What do you think you will need?” Sophie questioned.
     
    “I
may not know until I get in there. I need a code word from you, too, so I know
the coast is clear. What would be subtle?” 

 
    “Well
if I know I have him on the line I can say…uh…I didn’t expect this.”

 
    Tom
grinned, his teeth flashing in the dark. “I can’t imagine what circumstances
you’d have to say that under.”
     
    She
smiled back at him. She was already tingling with excitement. After all, she
was going first.
     
    “You
ready?” he asked.
     
    In
response she turned away from him and walked up the alley, her footsteps loud
with the striking of her stiletto heels. She wore a tiny red dress, her ample
breasts pouring out the top, barely restrained by a bra and the dress itself
which hugged the curves of her hips and just barely covered the roundness of
her ass. It was pretty much a perfect dress, Tom thought, especially for this
kind of occasion. He wondered if he could get her to keep it on when they got
home. The idea of her, one leg up high on something, exposing herself while he
took her from behind was very distracting.
     
    Sophie
looked over her shoulder as she reached a point where the alley widened into a
loading dock. Tom gave her a wave and she continued on.
     
    Larry
was always listed on the call sheets for gigs as “Bruiser.” He was always a
tough guy, sometimes Russian, sometimes Italian, but always muscle, and more
often than not he got some actual sex out of it. It was especially great that
the agency maintained a front as an actual entertainment company, so every time
Larry did a gig, he also got a résumé credit as an extra. Or
a featured role in a short film. Sometimes a guest
star on a failed TV pilot. For a struggling actor, it was way better
than doing dishes.
     
    He
tried not to show up expecting or wanting to get laid every time, but Larry was
very hopeful when he saw Sophie walk out of the alley. Her dress almost left
him drooling, her body was like something out of a
magazine.
     
    She
walked, no, swayed up to Larry and looked at him over those amazing tits with
her big brown eyes and said, “Can ah get in here?”

 
    Her
voice was all Deep South now, oozing like molasses, an accent noticeably absent
when she’d spoken to her husband, Tom, who was listening on the earpiece,
grinning at her acting skills.
     
    “No,
is closed,” Larry said in his best Russian tough guy accent. He had a lot of
character notes he’d made about just how he’d play Bruiser tonight, but they
all went out the window when he saw Sophie.
     
    “Y’all
can’t just let a little thing like me in?” she pleaded.
     
    Instead
of trusting his voice, Larry just crossed his arms and shook his head.
     
    “Well,
damn,” she said, and turned away.
     
    Larry’s
heart fell. He’d hoped there would be more to it than that.
     
    As
she walked on by, he noticed, for the first time, that she had a tiny clutch
purse that she dug into and a dark stick of makeup popped out of the bag and
rolled away.
     
    “Shoot,”
Sophie said into the near-dark. Instead of bending at the knees, like any sane
woman on stilettos would have, she bent over directly from the waist,
pretending to look into the darkness for her eyeliner.
     
    As
she did, she gave Larry an all-access view to her delectable ass. The skirt of
the tiny red dress rode up past the swell of her cheeks and he could see a
flash of pink. If it hadn’t