Vol. 3 Lolita and Frienemies

May 2018

Lolita and

Frienemies

Vol. 3

A Lolita Gentry Project

Presented by Excellence Happens, LLC

INTRODUCING SIR GREGORY EROS

Part 1 Industrial Area Somewhere Outside of London Carefully she places the basic black box in to the cracked floor and sets the timer for 120 seconds. She sprints out the way she came in and heads to her car then stops right at her door after realizing there is no boom.

She looks up then looks back at a still standing building. She looks at her watch, she looks back at the building, and she looks up at the sky considering if she actually set the bomb for 120 seconds and not 120 minutes. To be safe she readies a grenade and tosses it into the building. Immediately the grenade flies back over her head into the distant forest and explodes.

After recovering from the blast, Lolita stands, brushes the dirt off her, and notices a masked figure running from the building. Boiling with anger, she replaces her mask and runs after the mysterious stranger.

Leaping through the air she kicks him from behind before he can get to his motorcycle.

Without knowledge of his impending danger, he crashes into his bike. Discombobulated, he struggles to rise from the ground.

Lolita stands above him. “Who are you!” She demands.

In a very proper yet very sexy British dialect, he says, “I’m the one who is going to stop you.”

“Oh,” she says thrown aback from the titillating speech, “when you put it that way -” He springs and leaps on top of her. They wrestle. “Oh no, I make it a rule I have to see the face first.” She tossed him off her. He slides on to his bike once again. “Who parks this close to a crime?” She starts after him but is stopped when he pulls his gun. “Oh, cheater! You don’t dress like a ninja then bring a gun to a fight!”

“Gregory Eros plays by his own rules.”

With her hands in the air, “Gregory Eros? Is that supposed to mean something to me? “

"Well yeah. I’m THE Secret Agent in all of Britain.” She doesn’t respond. “The entire world knows who I am.” Still nothing. “I was knighted five years a-”

“If you’re not me I don’t care who you are.” With that, she kicks dirt into his eyes and roundhouse kicks the gun out his hand. She pulls her knife, but he quickly kicks that out her hand.

They battle each other for a few seconds, hand to hand, but find themselves equally matched.

In a childish move, she simply trips him. “Hey,” he yells. She runs for his gun, but he grabs her feet.

“Classic,” she muttered unimpressed. She kicks him back and grabs the gun, turns onto her back, and begins shooting.

He dodges the bullets and jumps on his bike. “How did he do -” He drives towards her, but she quickly rolls out of his way. Grabbing a pea like object from her belt, then as fast as a cheetah and strong as a cougar, she jumps on top of the building and leaps from roof top to roof top until she has the bike in the perfect distance. She throws the pea and it attaches itself to his back. She stands and watches as Eros speeds away.

“Okay Mr. Eros, we are going to see who is behind that sexy voice. Then I’m going to cut out your voice box and bronze it.” She stares out angrily. Then with an afterthought, “or should I harden it in gold.”She heads back to her car. “No, platinum. After all,” she speaks in a proper British accent, “Sir Gregory Eros is the top blah, blah, blah pretty, pretty princess I am.”

To Be Continued...

Story written by: Jeanné Wynne Herring Photography by: Generich Photography Models: Sir Eros ~ Dezmond Gilla Lolita ~ Jeanné Wynne Herring

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