"Ummm, yeah, Mr. Hammerhead? This is Petula. Petula Parker. Yeah, um, I've been thinking about what you said, and -- sure -- if you still wanna, I get off work at 5. Maybe we could go for drinks later."
"Sure thing, doll," Hammerhead said over the phone. "Don't worry, I treat my girls right. We'll paint the town red."
Petula giggled, imagining herself hanging onto his big arm like a sexy ornament. Drinking with him, dancing with him, finding what he keeps in his pants.
"You okay, doll?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Hammerhead!"
* * *
"Yeah, let's make her a fiery redhead," Emma said. "Ruthless, ball-busting lawyer, the boss' superhero moll who takes out the competition, and a big party animal. Drinking buddy for Marion and Jessica."
"Sure thing."
* * *
"Here, let me."
Jessica lit a cigar and handed it to Marion. Then she lit a cigarette for herself.
"Thanks, babe," Marion said. "You're the best."