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CHAPTER 4 "So tell me, who are you really?" asked Ivy. Lyla kept quiet for some time looking at Ivy. Her secret was out. No one has figured out her secret until now. Even when she was working other cases before. Shit! That asshole really messed up her mask she thought looking the attacker on the floor. May be she should have made her mask attached with her suit. Or maybe you couldn't control your feelings for Ivy and you got sloppy said a voice in her mind. "Are you gonna talk or just stand like that?" Ivy said crossing her arms across her chest. Lyla gave a deep sigh and said, "You're right. I'm not Lyla. I look like her but I'm not her." "Who are you then? Where is the real Lyla?" "Look, I'll tell you everything. But first I need to take care of him. He's not gonna stay like that forever." Ivy looked at their attacker on the floor and nodded. "Okay. What do we do now?" "Not we, me. I'll take care of it. You should go clean up and change. Your dress is torn. Take any of mine in the room." "Your clothes?" Ivy asked raising her eyebrows. Jesus Christ! She is stubborn. And oddly she liked it. "Ivy, please. Just go. I'll come and explain everything. I know you don't have any reason to trust me. But I'm asking you to trust me anyway. Believe it or not, I'm one of the good guys." Ivy looked at her a few seconds and said "Fine" and left. She watched Ivy go inside her room and close the door. Shit! What was she going to do with Ivy now? She shook her head. Let's think about that later. She took her cell phone and called. "Hey, are you okay?" said Cole's voice on the other side. "I'm not okay. Something happened here. I need your help." "What happened?" She told him everything about the attack. She left out the part about Ivy discovering her cover. "Okay, I am sending help," Cole said. "How? I'm in Hawaii. It's gonna take hours for someone to get here." "Don't worry. It won't." She thought for a second. "Are you having me watched?" she said frowning. "Yes, of course. I knew it would be useful if you ever got into situations like this. Now sit tight," he said and ended the call. She gave an exhausted sigh and brushed the hair out of her face. The attacker on the floor was still out cold. She sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette from her purse and began to smoke waiting for help. * * * Ivy closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it. She couldn't believe that her employer, Lyla Jackson the fashion sensation was not Lyla Jackson. She was an impostor. What should I do now? she thought. Should I trust her? What was she even doing here? She should've left, may be called the police. But instead here she was, listening to 'Lyla'. She thought she might be making a mistake. What if she was in danger now? Will the fake Lyla kill her now that she had discovered her secret? All these questions bombarded her mind which gave her a headache. She then looked at her dress. It was torn near her chest exposing some of her cleavage. She really felt uncomfortable in it. Gotta take care of this first she thought and went to the closet. She stripped out of her torn dress leaving her naked, nothing except her panties. She should've worn a bra she thought. Inside the closet she found many clothes and dresses. Obviously from Lyla's extensive collection. While searching for clothes she found a small object below one of the clothes. She took it in her hands and saw that it looked like a USB drive but it wasn't. While she was examining the object, a small red light glowed at one of its ends. "How do I turn this thing off?" she said while pressing the object but the light still kept glowing. Not knowing how to turn it off she kept it in the closet and rummaged through the clothes. Finally she found a simple red long sleeved t-shirt and jeans and began dressing in them. While she was dressing she heard some noises on the other room. It looked like some people were talking and she also heard Lyla's voice. Her phone rang then and she picked it up. It was from her brother. "Jake, please I'm busy. Not now". She was more interested in what was happening outside the room. "Look it's important. I need to talk to you". "Look Jake, I'll call you later". "But..." "I promise, I'll call, love you", she said ending the call. After she finished dressing she went to close the closet and found that light from the object had stopped glowing. Taking it in her hands she said, "Wonder what it is?" She kept it back where she found it and was about go out of the room when the door opened and Lyla came in. "What's happening out there? Who are those guys?" Ivy asked after he saw some people dressed in black taking away the attacker. "They're FBI," Lyla said. She turned to one of those guys and said, "Excuse me, can you show us your badge please?" The guy flashed his FBI badge. "In case you need proof," she told Ivy. Ivy raised her eyebrows not believing FBI was involved in this. She saw them handcuff their attacker and took him away. "What's happening here exactly? So you're working for FBI." "Sort of," she said and sat down on the bed. Ivy went and stood near Lyla. "So are you a cop? Where's the real Lyla? And how do you look exactly like her? Are you some kind of secret agent? Are you...." "Ivy calm down, one question at a time." "Are you a cop or a secret agent?" "Neither, I am what they call a freelancer. I sometimes offer my services to FBI." "Where is the real Lyla?" Lyla took a deep breath and told her everything. Ivy listened and looked stunned when she finished speaking. "So, Mr. Jackson knows you're not his daughter." Lyla nodded. "So who are you really? Are you her twin or something?" She laughed. "No, I'm not her twin. That kind of thing only happens in the movies." "So how do you like exactly like her?" Ivy said and then looked at her neck and remembered. "Wait a minute, are you...are you wearing a mask?" Lyla nodded uncomfortably. "That explains your peeled off skin at your neck," Ivy said raising her eyebrows in shock. "But it looks so real." "That's the point." "Can I touch it?" "You know when you found out about this, I really thought you'd panic or run away. You seem to be taking it all really well." Ivy looked down. "I'm still scared about all this." "Trust me. You don't have to be scared of me. I'd never hurt you," Lyla said slowly standing up near Ivy who just nodded. "So the real Lyla is still in a coma." "Yes." "Who is after her and why?" "That's why I'm here taking her place. I've been doing my own investigation. I guess I got too close to something. That's why they attacked. Luckily we were able to take him out. Now the FBI is going to interrogate him. Hopefully they'll get something out of his phone too. They cleaned up the hotel room. Its best no one knows about this. Otherwise it would attract a lot of media attention." She looked at Ivy who listened intently. "You were brave out there. Thanks for helping me," Lyla thanked her. "Well you saved me too," Ivy said smiling. "So who are you really?" Lyla stopped smiling. "Ivy whatever I've told you, you've to keep it a secret. It's very important," Ivy nodded. "If I show you who I really am, you'll be the first person to know my real identity. Normally I don't do this, but I am kind of trusting you. Promise me you'll keep my identity between the two of us. No one knows my real identity, not even the FBI and I'd like to keep it that way," Lyla asked. Ivy nodded. Lyla took a few steps back and began tugging at her skin near her neck and began pulling the skin upwards. Slowly her face stretched and elongated. Her eyes became blank and she pulled her face off her head. The mask along with the hair remained in her hand. Ivy gaped with wide eyes. She was stunned, shocked and confused all at the same time. She couldn't believe it. "You... you're.... you're a guy?" * * * The next day Ivy was at the swimsuit shoot on the beach. She watched Lyla/Max pose for the camera. She still couldn't believe that Lyla Jackson who was now wearing a red bikini was actually a man inside. It was like there was no trace of him at all now. All she could see is a beautiful blond model in a bikini, smiling and laughing with other models. No one would ever believe she is a man. Max said she was the first person whom he had revealed his true identity. Why would he do that? She made a mental note to ask Max later. After the shoot was over, the director and the photographer congratulated Lyla for their successful completion and said that her photos and pictures were great. The director gave her the payment in cheque. Lyla or Max (she still had to work on what to call in her mind) came to her and said, "Ivy can you deposit the cheque in my account. God I'm thirsty" giving her the cheque. She covered her body with a robe and began drinking water from a bottle. Dan came behind her. "Hey gorgeous," he said and kissed her. Ivy raised her eyebrows. How could he do that? She didn't know whether if she had to be stunned or disgusted by this. May be Max was gay. "Can we leave now? I can't stand the sun here. I'm dying to go home," Max said. "Sure, I'll call the pilot," Dan said. After they boarded the plane Lyla and Dan kept flirting and kissing. Ivy who was watching this shook her head. She saw Lyla occasionally glancing her. After having too much drinks Dan fell asleep. Max came and sat beside her. "Okay, talk. I've been watching you for quite some time now. What is it?" "It's just...how could you do what you do?" "Do what?" "This, the pretending, the kissing. Are you gay? Are you sleeping with Dan?" He frowned, "No, I'm not gay. That's just part of playing the role. And I'm not sleeping with him. He's an asshole." "You're right about that. I wish the real Lyla could see that," Ivy said with a little irritation in her voice. "Why? What happened? Did Dan do something to you?" Max asked sensing her anger. "He... it's nothing." "No, tell me," Max pushed. "He...he made some advances on me too. To get me sleep with him." Lyla's face turned red, "That pathetic..." "It's ok. I can take care of myself. I'm not that helpless." "I don't understand Ivy. Why don't you just quit? From what I know the real Lyla is a bitch to you." "I've thought about it. But I can't. The money is good though. It helps paying off mortgage and my brother's education. Plus Lyla's not that bad. True she has a bitchy attitude but she's okay." Max leaned back, not saying anything. "Enough about me. You still didn't answer my question," Ivy asked. Max looked at her and said, "You mean my job." Ivy nodded. "I don't know. This is the only thing I'm good at. Observing people, mimicking them. And mostly I disguise as women. That doesn't mean I'm a pervert or transgender or a transvestite. It's just I like being women, pretending to be them. I can't exactly explain this. And I'm not gay. I still like girls. I am a normal functioning guy. You're not disgusted by me?." "No, I'm not," Ivy said. "So have you done like this before? Going undercover? How do you do the voice?" "Yeah, many times. And I have a voice modulator strip attached to my throat inside the mask. It lets me talk in their voice." Ivy thought about it. It means he has been other people too. "So you said yesterday, that I am the first person you've revealed who you really are. Why is that?" Lyla looked uncomfortable. "Look, if you don't want to tell me its fine." "No, no, it's not like that." Max looked down for some time. "You see I've disguised as many women but never a supermodel who is a public figure. I was reluctant at first to accept the case. I knew it would be dangerous." "Then why'd you accept it?" Lyla looked at her and said, "Because of you." "Me," Ivy said confused. "What did I do?" "The first time I met you as Lyla, it wasn't actually the first time. I've met you before as someone else." "What? Who?" "Do you remember some time ago, you were at the Grand Central hotel?" "Yeah, I remember. My friends dragged me to that party." "Do you remember a woman you met on the lift from whom you borrowed your phone?" Ivy thought for a few seconds and said, "Wait, that was you?" Max nodded. "Oh my God! I can't believe it. I thought she was beautiful." "Thanks for the compliment. Courtney would love it." "Right, Courtney, that was her name...I mean your name then. Wow, I must admit you were so convincing. But I still didn't get why you're here because of me." Max gave a deep sigh, "Because...I...liked you the first time I saw you. And when I was preparing for this case I saw a photo of you. FBI gives all the info. on the person who I'm supposed to imitate. I just couldn't stay away. I knew this case would be dangerous. But I wanted to meet you. And gradually my attraction turned into something...more. That's why I showed you who I really am. I wanted you to see the real me." Ivy said nothing. She leaned back in her seat looking forward. "I know it's too forward. But I've been holding this inside for a long time and I just couldn't stand it. I had to get it out. You don't have to say anything. I understand if you're angry." "No, I'm not angry. I'm just surprised." "Is that a good surprise or bad surprise?" "I don't know Max. I have to think about it." Lyla nodded a little disappointed. "I understand. Take as long as you need. And...one more thing. When I am like this" Lyla said gesturing to her body "call me Lyla. Just to avoid slip-ups." "Okay, Lyla. So what are you going to do now? The guy who attacked us is arrested. How are you going to find out who is after you?" "After reaching home, I'll call Cole, he's the FBI officer who's working the case to know what they learned from the attacker. From there I'll plan what to do." "Do you suspect anyone?" "Usually in this kind of thing the boyfriend is always involved. I've investigated others too. I have some doubts on Dan and his family. But looks like Dan is not the murdering type. I guess we'll see." "Okay. Wait a minute. Did you investigate me too?" "I did. You're clean." * * * After reaching New York, there were no immediate shoots lined up. So Lyla took this free time to do some investigation. First she called Cole to know if they were able to get something out of their attacker. "His name is Mason Cotilard, a criminal who does crimes for money. Someone offered money to kill you. He's not giving any info though. Apparently he's very loyal to his customers." "Does he have any family and friends?" "He has a brother who runs a night club. Jason Cotilard, started as a small thief and eventually expanded his business to drug trafficking, murder and many other illegal activities. He has many cases on him which are still unproven." "Hmmm... Mason and Jason Cotilard, rhyming names, a criminal family, interesting. Can you text me their details?" "Why? What are you going to do?" "Look, you keep working on Mason. Try to find anything from his phone or bank records. I'm gonna try a different way." "Lyla, this guy is dangerous." "I know its dangerous Cole, I'm gonna be careful. Just text me the details. And one more thing." "What?" "I need the truth serum." "Why the hell would you need that? I can't get you that." "Are you gonna get me or not?" "Fine," he said reluctantly. After ending the call, Lyla turned to saw Ivy standing behind her. "Ivy, what are you doing here? I thought there were no shoots for the next 3 days." "There aren't. I just came here to see if you need any help." "That's sweet." Lyla felt happy that Ivy came here to help. "But it's ok. Right now I'm fine. If Juliet or anyone contacts me, I'll call you." "No, I meant regarding the case." Lyla raised her eyebrows and was little worried. "No, you're not gonna be involved in this. Did you see how dangerous it was at the hotel. No, absolutely not," said shaking her head. "But..." "No buts. You should stay out of this." Her phone buzzed with text. She opened it to see the picture of Jason Cotilard and the address of his night club. She looked up to see Ivy who clearly wasn't happy. "I'm gonna be away for a while. Can you handle things here?." Ivy nodded. "How are you gonna go from here? You can't be seen looking like Lyla." "Don't worry. I have a spare mask. I brought it with me just for these kind of situations," Lyla said and went inside the room. After sometime she came back. The only thing different about her was her head and everything below were as same as Lyla's, even the dress she was wearing. She recognized the face after sometime. It was Courtney. "Hello, Ivy. Nice to see you again. Lyla tells me that you think I'm beautiful. I'm flattered." Ever her voice was different. Ivy was amazed by the transformation. "Let me help you Max. I won't cause you any trouble." "No, Ivy. Like I said it's too dangerous. I can't take the risk. Why do you want to help anyway? It's not your problem." "I don't know. I just want to help. I can't just stand here and let you go alone. I heard your phone call. You said it was dangerous. I don't let my friends go alone." Courtney smiled. Friends. Now she was a friend to her. That certainly was an improvement. Courtney felt really happy. Stop it. She said only friend not girlfriend she thought. "I know. But I'll be fine. Are you sure you can handle things here?" "Yeah." "Good. I'll see you later," Courtney said and left. Now that she got the address of the night club, she needed to change. On the way she Cole in a diner who gave her the truth serum. Cole complained about using the truth serum and how difficult for him to get his hands on it. Courtney said not be such a whining baby. All the way to her home she had a stupid grin on her face. Ivy thought of her as a friend. Courtney hoped that would evolve into something more. After reaching her own home, she went straight to her secret lair. She searched more about Jason Cotilard in the internet. He was black guy in his early thirties with balding head and had a fit body. The address of the night club Cole gave was true. The plan was to go to the night club and find out who offered to kill Lyla. She had to be careful though. Jason Cotilard was a dangerous guy. The only decision left was to go as who. She can't use Lyla. She didn't want to go as Courtney and decided to use a new identity. She considered many features and ethnicities and finally made her choice. She lifted the full body suit by holding the head mask in her hands and said, "Hello Anika. We're gonna have so much fun." * * * Jason Cotilard smashed the whiskey bottle he was drinking to the floor. The two girls on either side of him flinched at his outrage. The FBI arrested his brother. He couldn't believe he got caught red-handed. That fucking idiot! he thought. It was one simple task. Kill the girl, get out. His brother couldn't handle this easy job. Instead he got arrested. He was at his night club tonight. "Leave," he told the 2 girls. They quickly collected their things and left the bedroom scared. Normally he would have sex with the girls but today he wasn't feeling like it. He came out of his room and saw that everyone was enjoying the night by dancing on the floor, drinking, laughing, partying and some even had sex. He pulled up his phone and called. "Dammit Joe. Why the hell is it taking so long to get my brother out?" "Calm down Jason. I'm working on it." "Well work faster." "It's not that easy. The evidence is full proof. He was caught red- handed." "You're my lawyer, Joe. I don't pay you to give me silly excuses. I want him out." "I'll get him out." "You better. If you don't, I'll have to fire you and find someone else. You know what firing you means don't you. I am gonna literally set your body up on fire and turn you into ash." Jason heard a gulping sound from other end and ended the call. He was scared. Good. He thought. He looked around and yelled, "Ray, Ray." One of his goons climbed upstairs and came to him. "Get me another whiskey. That one is broken," he said showing him the bottle he'd smashed earlier. "Yes boss," Ray said and left hurriedly. He looked at the club from upstairs and a girl caught his eye. She was amazing. Sure there were many other pretty girls there but he couldn't take his eyes off her and found her intriguing. She had long wavy black hair with black eyes and dark skin. She wore a black long sleeved lace dress which clinged to her body tightly accentuating the curves of her slim body with ample breasts. And her long legs were clad in dark sheer stockings with high heeled pumps which made her even more sexy. All in all she was exquisite and a new face. He'd never seen this girl in his club before. Surely he'd remember her. She was talking to some guy who looked like he'd bought her a drink. He quickly dressed up and went downstairs jostling through the crowd and reached the bar where she was sitting drinking her drink. The guy talking to her saw him approach and said something to her and left. That's right, he should be scared of him. She's mine he thought. She obviously looked confused. "Hey there," he said. She looked at him from top to bottom and said, "Hi." "You're a new face. I haven't seen you around here." "I'm coming here for the first time." "Good choice. This is a great club...my club." She raised her eyebrows. "Aaah....That figures. Is that why the guy I was talking to just now left because he saw you." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Hmmm," she said and took a sip from her drink. "So what are you doing here all alone?" he said sitting beside her. She gave a deep sigh which pushed out her chest from which he couldn't take his eyes off. "I recently broke with my boyfriend who turns out had been cheating on me." "So you're here to start again?" "Hmm... something like that." "You know I've seen many women around here but you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." "You're fast. Already flirting with me." "Well, pretty girls are rarely single." "Thanks, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now. I just got out of a terrible one." "Shame your guy couldn't hold on to you. But seriously you're pretty. Is anyone from your family from African descent?" "My father is an African Canadian and mother is a Caucasian. I'm actually from Canada." God, even her voice is sultry and her perfume is intoxicating he thought. They talked for a while and he finally made his move. "Look I know you just got out of a bad relationship. And I am not looking for one too. I believe we could have a good time if we want to," he said placing his hand on her stockinged thighs. She looked unsure at first and then shrugged and said, "To hell with it." Yes! He smiled and he took her hand. They both moved through the crowd and climbed upstairs into his room. He led her inside and called out to his goons and told them he was not to be disturbed. When he entered the room he saw him sitting on her bed. He went to her and kissed. He pushed her on to the bed. She immediately fumbled with his belt trying to take his pants off. He quickly stripped his shirt and pants and began kissing her on her neck pressing her breasts. She pushed him on to the bed. He was a little surprised at her strength. Now she was on top of him with her legs on either side of his hips. She unzipped and pulled off her dress throwing it on the floor leaving her in black bra, panties and dark stockings with garter belts. She then removed her panties and pushed her hair away from her face. He was already turned on and his dick had become hard. He held it and pushed it between her legs by pulling her hips. She gave a yelp and said, "God, it's so big" and began to make rapid movements. He increased his pace to which she began moaning, "harder, harder, oh God." He was about to come. "I'm...coming," he said in between his thrusts. After a few seconds they climaxed and she fell on the bed beside him, both of them panting heavily. They continued this two more times. "God, you're a beast," he said exhausted. "Thanks, you weren't so bad either," she said laying her head on his chest. "I'm thirsty. Do you have any booze around here." He looked around and found the whisky. It seems Ray had already kept it there. "It's over there. I'll get it," he said and started to get up. "It's ok. I'll get it," she said and got up. He laid back on the bed and closed his eyes. He dozed off for few seconds. "Hey, wake up." "God, you literally exhausted me you know." "May be this drink will power you up," she said handing him the glass. "I just remembered, I never got your name." "I'm Anika, Anika Wallis," she sat beside him. He took a sip from his drink looking at her chest. While they were having sex he had removed her bra. Those breasts were soft and he wanted to suck them again. He tried to touch them but Anika swatted his hand away. "Let me finish this," she said. He nodded and finished his drink. He tried to kiss her again after some time but felt too tired and dizzy. His vision got blurred. "Wow, I must be really tired. Wait did you give something to me?" "Just whisky, you silly," her voice said. "Yes, it must be." "So now we're gonna play a little game. Are you up for it?" He looked at her beautiful face. It felt like he'd do anything for her. His Dark Angel he thought. "Yes," he said. "Good boy," she said and kissed him. "Now, I'm gonna sit over there and ask you a few questions and you'll answer them. That's the game. Simple isn't it." "Yes." "Yes, Ma'm." "Yes, Ma'm." He wanted to please her in all the ways possible. He saw her get up and sit on the chair with crossed legs. "Now, where's your brother?" "He's in jail." "For what?" "He went to kill someone." "Who?" "I...I.." "Come on, you can do it, for your ma'm." "Yes. He went to kill Lyla Jackson." "Lyla Jackson, the model." "Yes, Ma'm." "Why?" "Someone paid me to kill him." "And who's that someone?" "That...I...." "Aaah...not this again," he saw her pout. He didn't like it and wanted to please her. "He said his name was Nate Brissard." "Who is he?" "Don't know?" "Seriously, tell me who he is." "I really don't know. I only accept the contract if they paid me well. And this guy paid me well." "Hmmm... that'll do I guess. Now what do we do with you now? I guess I'll have to leave you." "Oh please, don't leave." "Oh you wanna play some more." "Yes, ma'm." "Okay....let's continue this game." She asked more questions. He answered all of them eagerly. "You've done well honey," she said after everything is done. "I did?" "Yes," she said and came up to him and kissed him deeply. "Now go to sleep," she said and slapped his face hard. "Okay," he said. He saw her gathering her things and getting dressed. His vision blurred. When she was at the door she gave him a flying kiss. He smiled and then fell asleep. * * * Anika closed the door and sighed with relief. There were many way that could've gone wrong. Luckily the truth serum a.k.a sodium thiopental worked well and she got the info she needed and also some extra. Now who was this Nate Brissard? Why would he want to kill Lyla Jackson? She would find out later. She checked her phone seeing if the video came perfectly. While she entered his room she installed the camera phone secretly. She made sure her face wasn't visible while she was asking the questions. She had to get this video to Cole. She kept the phone in her purse and climbed downstairs. The night club was good she thought. There were many pretty girls around here. Her body scanner device was with her. She thought of scanning one of them for making a body suit. But who? After looking around for some time she found her mark. A pretty blond with short hair which settled just above her shoulders and she wore a white strapless mini dress. Must be about 18 or 19, still in high school. She was having a drink with some of her friends. After taking a glass of water from a waiter, Anika moved quickly through the crowd towards her. When she neared the girl, she pretended to slip and dropped the drink over her dress. "Shit," the girl said with a high alto voice. "I am so sorry. I didn't see," Anika said quickly. The girl looked furious wiping her dress which already began to have a wet mark. "Someone pushed me. I am so sorry," Anika apologized again. "Look at what you did," the girl said with anger. One of her friends hand over some tissues and said, "Here take it. You should go to rest room and dry it off, Stacy." "I'll help," Anika said. "You've done enough. Now get lost." God she seems like a hardcore bitch. Anika liked it. "Please, I feel bad. Let me help." "Fine, but you're gonna dry my dress." "Absolutely." Anika took the girl away from her friends towards the restroom. Once inside they locked it and Stacy began to strip. She really had a beautiful voluptuous body. While she was stripping she kept her body scanner device which was pointed towards her on the sink hiding it with her purse on top of it. "I am really sorry," Anika said. "Yeah, yeah whatever. Shit, you even dropped on my bra," now dry it she said handing her the dress and her strapless bra. Anika took it and began drying by placing it under hand drier. "Are you sure you wanna strip naked?" "Jesus Christ! You are a girl, aren't you?" Anika decided not to answer the question."So are you in high school?" she asked to get her talking to copy her voice. "Yeah, so what?" "I am just wondering how you got in." "Why are you a cop or something?" She really was a bitch, Anika thought. She talked to her for some more time. Her dress had dried off and she handed them to Stacy. She quickly dressed up and left without even thanking her. That's okay Stacy, you've given me your body which I'm gonna wear it sometimes Anika thought. She put the scanner back in her purse which glowed green. Smiling she fixed her make up and headed out. This night turned out to be really good she thought. She was leaving the club when she saw some goons teasing a girl near the entrance door. When looked closely the color drained from her face. It was Ivy. Anika looked shocked. What was she even doing here? Stubborn idiot! she thought. She quickly went to them. "Let me go," Ivy protested against the who was holding her hand. "Guys, guys what seems to be the problem?" Anika said pulling Ivy from those guys. "Oooh... look at that Ray another pretty babe," the guy holding Ivy's hand said. "Guys let it go. There are many other girls inside. Go to them." "Or what you bitch?" Ray said. "Please let us go. We don't want any trouble." "Alright we will. Just flash your boobs." "What?" "You heard me. Just flash your boobs we'll let you go." Anika smiled. "Okay," she said and began pulling her dress at her chest. "Wait, are you crazy? Don't do this?" Ivy said. Anika ignored her and flashed her breasts at them. "Oooh... those look ripe and delicious," Ray said and the other guys whistled keeping their eyes on them. She quickly pulled up her dress. "You got what you wanted. We're leaving." "Okay... hold on. Hold on. What about her?" Ray said pointing to Ivy. Anika felt the anger burning inside her. Not her. "She's off limits," she said. "No way," he said and showed her knife. "You're not touching her." "Bull shit! Go get her," he said. The other guy was about to touch Ivy. That's it Anika thought and she pulled his hand away and turned it. The guy screamed in pain. She gave her purse to Ivy "Hold this," she said. Ivy took it from her. Ray and the other guy attacked her but she dodged them still holding the guy's hand. She punched him hard in the face who fell unconscious. Ray charged at her but she moved away from him and held from behind. She quickly pushed him to the wall by holding his shoulder. His head collided with the wall and he fell on the floor, holding his head, screaming in pain. The other guy looked scared and ran off. Anika adjusted her dress and went to Ivy who was stunned. Other people looked at her and began murmuring. "Come on, let's get out of here," she said taking her purse and pulled Ivy's hand with her. "Wait, I need to go back," Ivy said. "No you don't." They got into the car and Anika began to drive. She was still furious. She stopped after a few blocks. "Look, thank you for saving me. But I've to go back." "What the hell Ivy? I told you not to come" "Wait... you know my name," Ivy said confused and then realization hit her. "Max? Is that you?" "Yes. I explicitly told you not to come. Why didn't you listen? If I hadn't seen you do you have any idea what those guys could've done to you?" "I...I... wanted to help you." "Jesus Ivy, I am fine. I don't need your help. I told you to stay away. Why didn't you listen?" Anika yelled. Ivy's began to water. Anika softened at that. "I'm sorry," she said. Ivy was quiet. "Look this is dangerous Ivy. I know you want to help. But this is dangerous. How'd you even know this place?" "I heard you over the phone talking about Jason Cotilard. I searched his name in the net. I found his address to the night club. I was worried about you." Anika sighed deeply. "Look just... don't do this again Ivy," she said placing her hand on hers. Ivy nodded. Anika began driving. They both were quiet for some time. "Why did you hit them?" Ivy asked. "Because they asked me to show my breasts." "No you flashed your breasts at them. When they were coming to get me, you attacked them, why?" Anika kept quiet. "Why?" Ivy pressed. "Because I'm in love with you Ivy. I want to protect you. And when that guy came for you, I...I lost it." Ivy looked at her with her mouth open. "You heard that right. I am in love with you. I...I haven't felt like this about anyone until now. Now I know I am not exactly the normal boyfriend type because of what I do. It's okay if you don't accept me. But I'm gonna love you anyway." "Stop the car," Ivy said. Shit, what had she done. She shouldn't have told her that. Of course she's angry. Why would such a pretty, nice girl like her would want someone like her anyway Anika thought. She stopped the car. "Ivy, look I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..." she couldn't complete it because Ivy was already on top of her kissing her. Anika kissed her back. She had waited for so long to kiss her like this. She pushed Ivy away a little and said, "Wait, what's happening here? Are you sure you want this?" "Yes, you idiot. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want to," she said and kissed her again. "Are you sure?" she stopped Ivy again. "I'm not normal Ivy because of what I do. I'm a lot of different people. Can you handle that." "You saved me from those guys back there. That's more than enough to know you're a good guy. And I'm fine with what you do. You use your talents for good don't you?" "Yes but..." "Then just shut up and kiss me." "Okay," Anika said and they both kissed. Anika couldn't believe it. It was like dream come true. After their little make out session in the car, Anika began to drive. "So what's with the new look?" Ivy asked. "I wanted to use a completely different identity for my interrogation. So I used this body." "Did you find out something?" "Yes, I'll tell you all about it later," Anika said smiling. "So you can look like anyone?" "Yeah, pretty much. But mostly I prefer women." "Can you look like me?" Anika was caught off guard at her question, "Yes, but Ivy, I'd never do that. I promise. Don't even think like that?" Ivy nodded smiling, "I know you won't." Anika dropped Ivy at her apartment who gave her a long kiss. She told Ivy that she'd see her as Lyla tomorrow and then left. She reached her house and went straight to her secret lair. All the while she thought about her kiss with Ivy. She was happy. She took out her phone and mailed the video to Cole. Remembering her body scanner device, she took it out and plugged it to the computer. She wanted to make Stacy's body suit. After connecting, she saw 2 scans in the device. One was dated today and other was dated a day ago. That was odd, Anika thought. She didn't scan anyone after Lyla until today. Then whose scan was this she wondered curiously. Only one way to find out. She loaded the scan to the machine and named it 'Lady X' since she didn't whose scan was this. She also loaded Stacy's scan and named it after her. The commands were given such that Lady X suit was to be built with the head mask separate and Stacy suit was to be a full body suit with brunette hair. She wanted it to be a little different from real Stacy. The computer asked if she wanted to start building the suits. She pressed 'Yes' and the machine began building the suits. Meanwhile she browsed the internet and saw some movies while the machine began building the suits. After sometime the machine buzzed signaling the completion of the suits. She took the first suit. This was Stacy's with Caucasian skin. After keeping it with green contacts and dentures she placed it in the closet. Now who's this Lady X. She went to it eagerly and picked it up. It had olive skin, long straight dark brown hair. She picked up the mask and was shocked to see who it was. It was someone who she had just promised not to make a suit out of her and would not wear her body. It was Ivy's. Lady X is Ivy. How the hell did this happen Anika thought. Fuck! She is so in trouble now.