Lucky Larry --- flash fiction

Lucky Larry loved the ladies. A lot. And they loved him right back. When he came into a room sliding those snake thin hips through the air like a shark's fin just visible in the water, all female heads turned. They could sense that something was off, but gravitated to him anyway. Della sat at the bar, the bait in the trap, martini in hand, and watched his progress through hooded lids. She knew he'd make his way to her eventually, since to Larry's way of thinking she was the primest piece in the room and that wasn't opinion, it was fact. A lot of work had gone into the look she sported this evening. Her mission was clear, the higher ups had been adamant about what needed to be done. Della knew her part and she would play it with skill and determination. Larry's luck was about to change, he just didn't know it yet.

Larry spotted the babe at the bar. She had legs to her neck and a rack that didn't quit. Out of habit he fingered, fondled and patted the other doxies in the room as he made his way to what was clearly now his ultimate objective.

Della put a hand to his chest and stopped him before he ground into her. She'd seen the vids of Larry operating. He wasn't subtle, and she didn't want to wind up grappling with him in public.

"Hello gorgeous, I'd buy you a drink, but I see you already have one. I've got some champagne in my room, the good stuff. Why don't we blow this two bit dump and go where we can be cozy?"

Della sipped her drink, put it on the bar and slid slowly from the barstool. Larry was nearly drooling as he followed her to the elevator. Della kept him at arm's length throughout the trip to his floor, then grabbed him by the lapel and pulled him down the hall. He fumbled the door open and ushered Della inside pulling his jacket and shirt off on the way to the bed.

"Eager aren't you baby? Well, you won't be disappointed. Larry has what you want."

"You said a mouthful Larry, I'm sure that I'll come away satisfied."

When Larry lunged at her she sidestepped and injected him with the knock out drops artfully concealed in her ring. When his head thumped on the floor the connecting door burst open and the team came in with a portable operating table. Larry was stripped and scanned. Two extractions were made. Della waited until he was comfortably arranged back on the bed and added some lipstick to his navel and nipple areas.

As she signed the evidence bag containing the invasion plans that Larry had unknowingly brought back from Mars Prime, she said to the tech:

"I almost feel sorry for the little slimeball. I tried to talk the chief into leaving the chip that made him attractive to women, but no go. Now that his usefulness has run its course, poor Larry will find that he repulses women, just as nature intended. Too bad the creep never actually hooked up with a woman who didn't work for the agency. How sad is that? A thirty year old gigolo, celibate for eight years without even knowing it."