I Thought It Smelled Bad on the Outside (Venus)

"It's the return of Seagirl!"

Sitting back with more engagement in her cell phone than her business meeting, Hanna took in more of the nature of her newly reforged fame since her run in with Venus. Wearing a pair of jeans with a brown pair of boots halfway up her calf below a half sleeve yellow t-shirt, Hanna put her phone down for long enough to chime in.  "I was thinking we go with--"

"This is big! And we want to ride that wave with you." The energetic woman flailing her arms around as though she wanted to fly away continued speaking around Hanna. "Oh, that could be a slogan."

"No."

"It will be a wave of perfume crashing down..."

"That would knock people out from force and smell."

"And then Seagirl would, I don't know, what powers do you have again?"

"I breathe under water and swim fast."

"Okay, so you talk to fish?"

"Sure."

"How about you talk to a starfish..."

"That's not a fish."

"And it tells you to buy more perfume, and then you..."

"I'm going to the bathroom." No one even noticed Hanna leave the room as the pitch meeting to have Hanna become the new face for Reese Cosmetics, one of the largest cosmetics companies in Australia. Incidentally, the arrest for shoplifting duct tape brought her more attention than arresting Venus. After the charges were dropped, and Hanna got ehr tank top back, she did a few interviews and voila, new life came to the Seagirl brand.

The headquarter of the office were currently under renovations, so the meeting took place at an office overlooking the factory floor of the perfume distillery. Surprisingly, perfume factories smelled even more obnoxiously than department stores or even Venus. Well, maybe not Venus, but it did smell a lot like her. With how intense of a fight she put up, Hanna probably should have put more stock in the warning, but she continued her pace until she took a corner too quickly and found a terrible surprise waiting for her.

A red, thick column was dragged across smooth, puckered lips. Eyes carefully watched in the mirror as silk-like hands expertly applied makeup. Lipstick, foundation, blusher all done in such a way to make her skin flawless. The women's hair had been done before hand and lay in short curls, giving her a 1960's esque look. Finally, a very sharp eyeliner pen heavily lined dangerously close to the white's of the blue orbs - but the ladilike hands remained steady and confident, and 10 seconds later it was done. Marian's lips parted into a peraly white smile, before rising to her feet. She'd already put her dress pants and high heels on - 5 inches high, naturally. All that remained was her camisole and blazer.

With a small smile, she slipped into the black and red pokadot camisole. Her blazer slid on like a treat, and made her arms appear thinner. Deciding to leave it unbutton, as there is no harm in showing off Venus took the liberty of checking herself out in her standing mirror, hands on her hips before nodding to her own perfection. Damn, she thought, I'm hot as hell. Blowing herself an ego-riddled kiss; her attention turned to her bedroom door. As she walked past her end table she casually slipped a golden cylinder into her small bag.

As she walked down the stairs of her four storie house, her eyes peered out of the windows. For once it seemed like a mild day, with some clouds blocking out the sun's heat. It was a relief, there hadn't been a cloud in the sky for about 3 weeks straight and while the sun was great - a girl could only take so much.  She pulled the double doors at the front of her home open, and strode down the porche steps, like a lady on a mission - because well, she was. She was on a mission of vengenace. With the click of her key's her new red comfortable's doors opened upwards. She got in delicately, and allowed the doors to close themselves for her. A little birdy had told her about a certain Seagull trying to re-kindle her fame. With a twist of her keys, the vehicle roared into life. The elaborate black gates of her house peeled open and away she went, zooming down the road.

After a short drive, she pulled her car into a neat swurve and then killed the engine - parking dramatically. The doors opened upwards once more and she walked through the automatic doors of the company which had the words "Reese Cosmetics" written above them in cursive. No sooner was she through the doors than an effeminate man came up to her wearing a pink shirt with rather hilariously styled hair. "Marian! How good to see you again!" he kissed her hand and she let him. His job was to grovel at people's feet - so she didn't need to use her powers. He enthusiastic drivelled on about what had changed and who had been fired or hired since she was last here, etcetera and she nodded and smiled with him - pretending to care.

After a brief elevator trip, both he and Venus led eachother out into the hallway. She sniffed once or twice as fumes from the factory floor below seeped through the smallest of cracks. "Mmmm, whatever they're making downstairs smells divine." he smiled, and nodded. "Doesn't everything we make?" and with that the pair shared a mutual laugh. They continued walking down the hallway before Venus was met with the reason she was here. Seagirl. She had turned the corner and stepped to stop right in her tracks. "Seagirl! This is someone you just have to meet!" the pink shirted man walked over to her and took her by the wrist in order to politely lead her over. "This is Marian Monette, one of our lead investors." pushing her hatred aside, Marian smiled and extended a hand for a shake. "Charmed." the vixen's lips pulled into a smile. God she hated this bitch.

Before Hanna could even tell the man she had no intention of meeting anyone, she stood face to face with Venus. With a sly smile and an arm extended like a snake, Venus put forth her best face to maneuver into the cosmetics company, forcing Hanna to take the handshake of her enemy. "Marian, you look so familiar, but I can't place it. Maybe if you had duct tape over your mouth or something."

Once they exchanged unpleasantries, Hanna would try to excuse herself from the company and make her way to the restroom. She needed to think for a minute. No items and no probable cause to arrest Venus yet, this could get tricky. A perfume company made perfect sense for her to try and entice, even if her gas came naturally to her, the defeat at Hanna's hands probably let her know she needed to carry an alternative method of it.

Whatever the cause, Hanna needed to make sure Venus couldn't take over this company. Water poured over her hands, and Hanna made to open the restroom door and try to find where Venus and her escort went, using the trail of fragrance Venus exhumed as a guide.

As soon as Seagirl had walked past Venus's peripheral vision her smile dropped into a flat face. Hearing the bathroom doors open and close, Marian rolled her eyes and motioned for the man to continue taking her to the CEO's office which was on the same floor. The man walked with more of sway in his hips than Venus did. She narrowed her eyes and began copying his motion, making her own hips swivvel with the same sass. He knocked a door at the end of the hallway and spoke through it. "Miss Monette is hear to see you, Sir." after a brief wait a husky voice replied. "Aaah, yes, send her in, send her in." The man in the pink shirt pushed the door open for her, and Marian walked past him giving him a thank you kiss on the cheek. With one swift movement she sat in her chair and crossed over her legs. "Hello."

"Ahhh...' his eyes slowly trailed downwards, taking in everything 'Uhh... ' he shook his head and regained composure, leaning on his desk. "What can I help you with Miss Monette?" he wiped his mouth, probably to stop drool running down his body. Venus stood up from the chair and slowly walked over to the table, and sitting on it instead. "Oh, nothing much... ' she leant over the desk, and smiled giving him a very clear few of the top of her breasts. 'Just ownership of your company." she smiled and slowly exhaled, sending pink and red vapours into his mouth. "Well that's just absurd...' he took a deep breath in '... but anything for you Miss Monette." both he and her smiled and she moved back to her seat. "Go and get the paperwork sorted sweetie."

"Seagirl! Seagirl!" called the energetic woman from the meeting before running towards Seagirl and clutching a messily bundled pile of paper. "I forgot something very important!" she nearly bumped into the blonde haired heroine  she was so hyped up. "I need you to sign this this this this and this." she blundled a pen and paper into the heroine's hands. The pages were smothered with titles, atleast 30 different words on each line different pages and several different pieces of smallprint that would require a microscope to read. "Hurry hurry, it's needed for your endorsement! You can't rekindle your fame without legal sponsorship!" she smiled, and took a moment to take a breath and adjust her glasses.

Bouncing from around the corner and into Hanna's chest, the ball of energy masquerading as an intern knocked Hanna into the wall and pinned her their with  a contract to sign. Blinded by her smile and afraid the shaking of the girl's hand could impale the pen through her eye at any moment, Hanna obliged to the girl and began to sign the documents. "I should probably have a lawyer look over these, but I guess I would need to hire one."

In her haste, Hanna forgot to sign four places in the tome of a document inadvertently giving her a loophole to a situation she did not know she was climbing into. "So, this is for commercials and stuff right?"

"Yeah, yeah. And stuff." Oblivious to the stuff, the young girl felt overjoyed to see so many Seagirl autographs at once.

At the end of the oblivion tome stood a picture of Hanna in her earlier years as Seagirl. "Heather, What is--"

"You need to sign that too." Heather prodded her finger to the blank spot beneath Hanna's body. "Here will be fine." After retracting her finger, she shot it right back into place. "Oh, and make it out to Heather and call me your sidekick."

"To Heather, I hope you stay in school and find something you are good at."

"Awesome, me too!"

Heather led Hanna back to the boardroom to go over what details remained.

Signing her name with ridiculously sexy red cursive, the final bill had been made. Reese Comestics was now under the command of Marian, who reached across and kissed the rather fat man on the check. "Thank you sweetie." he mumbled a sound of gratitude before Venus pointed to the door. "Now get out." opeying his mistress, the man stood from his chair and dreamily stumbled across the green carpet of his office. Walking after him to make sure he left, a parchment on the ground took her attention. Reaching down, Venus took it within her fingers and her devil red lips moved into a wicked grin. "...Perfect." Within her slender fingers was a contract, which obligated Seagirl to do an advertisement for Reese Cosmetics, and thus... for Marian.

The smile remained nailed on her face as she strode down the hallway towards the boardroom. She pushed the doors open with both hands and looked down at both Seagirl and the intern called Heather. "Hello... I'm Marian Monette.' her eyes turned to Seagirl with a maleficent flicker of her eyes.  'Your new boss.' she held up the piece of paper which had dropped, and smiled to her pleasantly. "You dropped this." after handing it to the intern, she sat in the much more comfortable leather chair at the end of the table and crossed her legs. "And you Seagirl, owe us an advertisement." she smiled happily. She was going to drag this bitch through the gutter.

With the ways Heather kept rambling on about everything in the room interesting to her, Hanna could not wait for whomever would ultimately conduct this last meeting. Hanna signed two more headshots for Heather and taken two pictures with her in the unbearable time it took for the meeting to start, but then the doors opened. Whatever displeasing thoughts Hanna kept concerning the wait disappeared like the arrest record of the woman who introduced herself as the new boss. "Not to be a diva, but didn't this company do a background check or read a newspaper in the past couple of days before- Heather, is your boss a man or a woman."

"I think she's a woman. She's standing in front of us with lipstick and an evil smile."

"Before her."

"Oh! A man."

"Well isn't that ducky." Hanna crossed her arms and exhaled in protest. "Should we get to the part where I beat you up or do you have some sinister plan keeping me from it temporarily?"

"Well isn't that ducky." Hanna crossed her arms and exhaled in protest. "Should we get to the part where I beat you up or do you have some sinister plan keeping me from it temporarily?" Venus let herself chuckle, crossing her legs in the opposite direction. "We'll skip to the part where you perform an advert for us - or go to jail." she flashed her evil smile once more. "And I prefer the term, Wicked Grin." she smiled at Heather before her eyes locked back onto Seagirl again.

"I was thinking something with you in a wacky superhero outfit and naturally - a cheesy tagline" her mind plotted what humourous things she could make her do in the advert and it brought us great glee. "We'll have it under water and you'll say something such as 'See Girls, even Seagirl uses...' what's the product called again?" "Elusive." "Even Seagirl uses Elusive!' and then you can dance to some funky music... Sound good?" Venus didn't give her time to answer. "As for the outfit, I'm thinking a bright neon green one piece suit with pink thigh boots - and ofcourse, a Shell emblem on your chest. You! Get that made for Seagirl right away." Heather stood up and seemed extremely excited. "Y-yes miss! It's ok I already know your measurements!" She was one of those fan girls. "Aaah, Reese Cosmetics will thrive with you as a mascot. We'll ride the wave of fame with you... that should be a slogan."

"Okay, so now I'm going to hit you and-" The ultimatum Venus delivered stopped Hanna in her tracks. "Go to jail?"

Heather already tuned out of the context of the conversation and focused on the details important to her. "Wicked grin over evil smile."

"I'm not doing your dumb commercial and I'm leaving so I can go find out how to prove you're evil." Before Hanna reached the door, she turned back to Venus. "Also, I'm not telling you my plans."

Heather rushed past Hanna to prepare her costume, again knocking Hanna to the wall. "How does she know my measurements?" Venus continued speaking to Hanna in a dominant fashion when the wave analogy came back. "Stop with bad puns. I feel like my life is some weird, campy-" Hanna stormed out of the room, taking time to bar the door behind her. No way would she dance for this manipulative psycho, nor would she indulge her with anything about her life.

She needed to find Heather and fast. Looking around the hallway she heard hurried footsteps much faster than any others. Doors opened before her as Heather never seemed to remember to close anything behind her. It made for a great trail, but most trails had something good at the end, this one just contained everything tacky in the world.

As soon as the Boardroom door closed behind Seagirl, Marian let out a sigh. "I tried being nice and everything..." allowing her fingers to dance across the desk she lifted up holographic phone on the table and phoned reception. "Hello dear, I am your newly implicated boss - Marian Monette and I am in a bit of a predicament.' she swiveled on her seat and stood to take a look out of the window on this high floor before she sniffed; getting reminded of the factory floor below. 'I need you to send some security to boardroom 4 and I need you to search the building for Seagirl and bring her back to aforementioned Boardroom." she smiled, a wicked way for her to insinuate dominance over Seagirl entering her head "And, now this is going to sound silly, make sure they are all female please."

The receptionist - while bewildered by the request, obeyed. Within about 4 minutes, there was a scuffling sound at the door and then it opened, 2 security guards who were both female walked in. One was of Asian decent and the other appeared Hispanic. "What seemed to be the problem Ma'am?" Marian smiled, and folded her arms beneath her bust. "Oh nothing, I just need more people to prevent Seagirl from leaving again. Please, take a seat while we wait." She flickered them a smile, before turning around to stare out of her window once more. Quite the view. She turned her head, admiring her reflection in the glass. Quite the view indeed.


Two guards scoured the hallways of floor 19, both caucasion although one had ginger hair and the other was a blonde. They followed the cctv footage of where Seagirl had last been seen going in order to find her. When they did she was near Heather's cubicle who was quickly arranging for a costume to be made. With a unified movement the two women incepted the blonde heroine and extended a palm as if they were controlling traffic. "We're sorry Ma'am, but we're going to have to ask you to come with us - or we'll be forced to phone the police." they were stern, and had rather butched faces with narrowed eyes. While they may not have been prepared for any resistance they were more than capable of quelling it.

"Heather! I'm glad I found you." Hanna knew this situation would be bad, but she found a way to at least make it somewhat better. "Our boss said she wanted some changes to the costume to be made. Change everything from pink to light blue, the bright green should be black, ditch the seashell on the chest and make the one piece bathing suit a wetsuit. She said she was really busy and if you bothered her she would fire you, with an evil grin."

"Oh no!" Heather compulsively went to designing the new suit as quickly as possible while two security guards walked up behind Hanna to stop her from moving on to her next location.

"Oh, an escort. I guess it's because of how famous I am." Hanna tilted her head towards Hanna as she continued working on the suit. "I'm sure we'll be going to exactly where all the action is." Once Hanna and the security detail got outside of earshot of Heather, Hanna would throw her elbow into the chest of one of the guards and try to grab the other's arm and flip her over her shoulder. "Yeah, I workout."

Now, Hanna needed to get to one more place before she handed herself over to Venus. Any evidence of the crime would come from the security control room and the cameras they kept all over the building. One clip of Venus enticing the owner and coaxing him into selling would be all she needed, if she could get there.

Venus turned her attention away from the view when she heard the radio on one of the guards. "S-seagirl attacked us!" the guards stood up with an alarmed posture and turned to Venus for guidance, before Venus ushered them out of the room to go and persue her. As soon as the door closed, she rubbed her nasal and sighed. "Incompetent." reaching her hand behind her she picked up the phone and dialed reception once more. "Me again. Do you know the name of the intern running around? Glasses - irritatingly hyper? Heather? Thanks - could you put me through to her phone please." after a brief changeover a stressed out Heather answered the phone. "Yes Mr. Ree-... miss Marian?" Venus rolled her eyes at her mistake. "Are you busy?" Heather looked around at the stacks of paper work, 14 unread emails and the countless sticky notes that required her attention. "Only a little' she lied 'I'm designing your new costume idea." Venus grinned down the phone. "The one with the, achem, awesome neon green morph suit?" Heather hesitated and looked at her sketchbooks, which had hte beginnings of the remake being drawn. "N-no? The one that you ordered, the blue and black one." Her eyebrow raised. "I made no such edit." "But Seagirl Sai-' "She lied. Go with the original, and add some bright red spandex underwear to be worn on the outside." She's not ruining her revenge. "Also, go and find Seagirl for me. Tell her to get back to the Boardroom before I resort to the authorities. Oh and...' she smiled at the thought of making Seagirl angry 'Tell her I'm very dissapointed that she's resorted to assault." That aught to get under her skin. Heather, while confused and reluctant put her love for Seagirl behind her; love for an employment opportunity at the company taking it's place.

The guards in the hallway stood up and started pursueing Seagirl. "Stop!" they called while chasing her. While from the other side, the Asian and HIspanic guard blocked her path - bottling her in the hallway. Heather ran behind them and called over them "Seagirl, Miss Marian has requested your attendance immediately - she said she's been lax about calling the police but she'll phone them if neccessary. She also said to tell you that she's... dissapointed in you?" Heather kept the costume plan's failure a secret, deciding to take her own vengeance on her for lying.

Now more complications joined her in the hallway. Two in the form of security guards and one in the case of the intern who always found a way to never be anywhere further than ten meters from Hanna. "Tell her, I'll be there when I have a case against her by getting security footage of her using evil powers to mind control Mr. Reese.. And don't tell her about the costume otherwise her plan to steal the company is complete."

Turning to the guards before her, Hanna got ready for action. "Now, I need to get in there, so if you don't mind." Hanna liked the look of this fight a little better than the last one. Her swift feet moved her into a better position to get lower than the center of gravity of her opponents. Catching them off of their feet would make it harder for them to get the drop on her with whatever items they came equipped with.

If she could get by them, she could get into the security room and try to get past the guards to find the security footage somewhere in the central computer. A quick kick to the gut would put the guard on his knees for long enough to get what she wanted. It took her about thirty seconds to find the footage, but it looked blurry. Some context needed to be added to the footage in order to implicate Venus in this plot, but this needed to be hidden. Hanna began the download as the security guards came back to get her.

A few more seconds of melee and the file would load onto her phone. One guard put her in a suplex as Hanna pushed send on her phone. The e-mail found its way to the computer of her one time sidekick, turned A-list actor, Jack Haufferman, or as he was ten years ago, Starfish Kid.

Hanna hit the ground hard and got back to her feet. She couldn't fight the three guards, but she could try and run.

"Must I do everything myself." Venus rolled her eyes once again before phoned reception. Again. "Me once more - please alert all the security forces that if Seagirl tries to leave the building without my permission she is to be aprehended." she left the boardroom and began walking through the hallways like she owned the place. Heck, technically she did. Approaching the hallway that the noise seemed to be coming from she had Seagirl's contract clutched within her fingers. As soon as she saw Seagirl running in her direction she pointed at her and spoke in a very demanding voice. "Let me make myself clear - you signed a contract, you are under legal obligation to do an advertisement for us. You can leave and do whatever it is you want when it is finished - otherwise, the second you step out that door I will have you in court and sued to far up the behind you won't be able to walk straight for weeks." she was clearly fed up with this game of resistance. "Do you understand? You do the advert, you leave happily. You don't, you go to the slammer." She folded her arms, and narrowed her eyes. "If you leave right now - you become the bad guy. Comprende?"

"Let's compromise." Standing face to face with the woman towering over her from her stiletto tower, Hanna got what she wanted and just needed a little more time. "I'll make your commercials, but you have to be in them." Her leverage still with held until she needed to pull it into the fray, Hanna wanted to be coy about her plans. "No dumb costumes. We'll go with something more like the Girl Alive! outfits from Japan. They're very hard to make, but have some kind of superpowers to them, and I hear the person who makes them is always willing to make deals with superheroines who make money." Hanna hoped to get a response out of Venus' greedy side and her vain side to stall her before moving forward.

If she could just stall for a little while longer she could get the evidence she needed and not have to wear green and pink.

"Now, if we do take this to court, I may have to call into question how you got to be the CEO of this company, and I don't think anyone wants that."