Mobster to Moll

 "Holy shit Jake, how much of that pink crap did you take" Tony demanded of the barley dressed blonde sprawled on the motel bed.

The girl looked up at Tony, her wide eyes dark pools he could easily fall into. Quite unlike Jake's cold gaze. These eyes held a mischievous gleam but no trace of the cold blooded killer Tony had come to know.

"Gee, I dunno mister," she answered in a sing song voice "a couple of bottles I guess?"

"A couple of bottles?" Tony shudders at the thought of what even half a bottle of the pink goop could do to a body and mind "What the hell were you thinking Jake? You were only supposed to take a few drops. Just enough to make you look a little girlie. Enough to fool the cops not to turn you into this!"

"Yeah I guess," a slight frown creased the girl's brow as she tried valiantly to process something that might actually be a thought "But isn't this better though? I mean I feel real good and ain't no one gonna think I'm Jake now I've got boobies."

Tony opened his mouth to answer the girl's innocent sounding query but for the life of him he couldn't think of a single reasonable objection. A predatory smile spread slowly across his face as he thought about case full of unmarked bills under the bed and the fact that the only guy that might have objected to Tony taking the lot had just turned himself into a giggling sex-kitten.

"Sure thing Jackie," he told the new girl letting his eyes linger on her exposed skin "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. I'll take good care of you now."

Carefully he slipped the small blue bottle of counter agent back into his pocket. There was a small, very small, chance that he might need it some day in the distance future but in the mean time he'd make good on his promise. He'd take real good care of the dumb little slut as long as she took care of his needs. And he was going to take especially good care of all the loot now that Jake wasn't in a position to demand his share.