SLUTTY BETTY
New mission. New Identity.
If you want to stay alive in this job you need not just the brain to be dumb but to keep mum about yourself. If you know what I mean then you’re smart enough… if you don’t, well that’s a good luck for you. There are five things that kept me on top of the heap:
1. Play dirty but don’t get soiled. (Yes, since I’m a woman I do the dirty works unless men can strip their pants off in front of big bang papas who’s got a face of an angel and a job of drug trafficking on the side.)
2. Act dumb. (They can look, they can touch, but no questions asked.)
3. You can talk dirty, baby. But you can never talk about yourself or else you’re as good as dead. (Never ever reveal who you are even in the throes of simultaneous… fighting. Don’t get too green.)
4. Replenish your acting career. (Stepping into someone else’s shoes is never easy but hey, digging someone else’s closet has got its grit as an agent.)
5. And lastly, don’t ever, ever fall for macho guys, good, maniac or otherwise. (They are screaming the word ‘danger’ if you aren’t already screaming in their arms. Bam! And the job’s all screwed as well.)
I
was Bettina Mendez, 24 summers, with long blonde hair and brown eyes. I stand 5’5”. I’m very much good at what I do, in famed for digging bones that are well kept inside prominent tycoons’ closets. A first class secret service
agent.
I
am now Stephanie Moyer, aged 22, with long black hair and smoky blue eyes. I still stand 5’5” (not that I can make it a 5’7” unless I can stretch my neck longer. Anyway, what are high heels and stilettos for?) Still good at giving first class service. Because in the tinsel town where money glittered I am a...
hooker.
Hush. No one knew that my code name is…
Slutty Betty.
Note: This has kinky stuff so... just beware.SOON...
