#8 The Drive To Hell

"Jacqueline Bloom are you trying to score with Cherry Valentine or what?" asked Kitten Kaboodle from the backseat of the black Lincoln.

Jacquie turned around and glared at her, "No, Kitten, for the last time the guy pulled a knife."

"Yeah, the police found a knife. Good thing you shot the guy in the leg too. But did you see the way Lorenzo stared you down?"

"Was it the same way I'm staring at you now?" 

"Man he was heated. And Cherry was all over you. You could have fucked her right then and there."

"Enough, Kitten," Simon declared.

"Sorry, Simon," Kitten apologized. She reached one long slender dark brown arm deep into her purse and removed a mirror and pink sparkly lip gloss. "Can you tell me again, what it is I gotta do for you fellas?"

"In a nutshell, baby?" Simon looked back at Kitten through the rearview mirror, "you gotta save both our jobs, and my neck ta boot."

Kitten gently applied the gloss to her full, pouty bottom lip and then smacked a kiss for the mirror. "Oh, is that all?"

"You gotta give this private dance."

"What's the Sweater's name?" Kitten asked.

"Sweater?" Jacquie interrupted.

"It's what she calls these kind of guys, I dunno. His name is Mike Billows. Ya see, Sweetie, me and Mr. Bloom here fucked up real bad earlier today... well, more specifically I fucked up, anyway we off'ed a guy who had some information. This guy was a real nutcase, a real stupid motherfucker."

"I think she gets it Simon, calm down."

"Yeah well, now we gotta go see this VP down in the bank district to get the same information. Only thing is, I guess he won't give up the info without a hot, sultry lap dance from a one Miss Kitten Kaboodle."

"Did he ask for me specifically?"

"Uh, yeah pretty much, sweetheart."

"Wow."

"Yeah, so you put on a show, get the info, and then the shows over so we can call it a night."

At the edge of the bank district Simon pulls off into an Oyster Gas Station, "I'm getting something to drink, you guys want anything?"

"I'll take a tallboy and a Top Gauge energy drink," said Kitten.

"Damn! Jacquie, you want your usual?"

"Yeah man."

Simon threw the gas nozzle into the tank and then walked toward the glowing building.

"So do you and Cherry talk much?"

"AH- HA! HA HA HA! I knew it! You do like that little skank!" Kitten taunted.

"You make small talk really fucking hard, ya know that Kitten?"

"Sorry, Jacquie."

"I have an easier time interrogating guys twice my size."

"Yes, Jacquie, we do talk. All the girls talk. She has mentioned that she thinks you are cute. But I wouldn't pull out your pistol any time soon. Metaphorically speaking a course, seeing as how you already pulled it out once today, ha ha ha."

"Yeah, funny."

"She's not an easy girl to line up a shot with, Mr. Bloom. I'd take it slow, play it cool, but like I need to tell a Gun Bearer to play it fucking cool, right?"

Simon pulled out the gas nozzle and hopped back in the car. He handed Kitten her drinks and handed Jacquie a bottle of chocolate milk and a candy bar.