Desperate Measure (Part One)

Business has been slow, a grind
Just another P.I. becoming bored
The hint of vodka on my breath
The smell of smoke rising from the L.A. streets
But there's a whiff of something more
When she walks through the door
The scent of musk and Chanel
She's an expensive fox
The mink on her shoulders a mute witness
Raven hair, flashing eyes, full lips
And a body to drop dead for
The entire, sweet package in other words
Checking me out like I am her
"It's time for desperate measures," she sighs,
"And it looks like you're as desperate as they come."
"But I don't come cheap," I snap
"Of course not, babe," she breaths
"Let's put it this way:
"Indiscretions haunt me, someone who needs removing,
And it looks like you're the hero for the job..."