Enter Alajandra, agent of chaos

The woman paused for a second. "You really don't remember me, do you?"

Stacy levelled the gun at the woman in the maid's outfit and shuffled uneasily not sure how to reply.

"They said you had lost your memory but I didn't really believe it," said the woman. "It's me, Alejandra." Alejandra looked Stacy in the eyes, with a convincing concerned frown. "Come on girl, there must be something still in there. All those hot days down in Rio. Stacy and Ali bustin' heads in the town at night and then during the day, bustin' out our curves on the beach." Alejandra wiggled her hips and ran her hands suggestively down her slim waist as she spoke."

Stacy looked into Alejandra's dark-brown puppy-dog eyes, her smooth-featured face was framed by dark chestnut hair. There was a glimmer of recognition and a flash of a memory of a toned but curved-hipped bronzed body on a white-sand beach.

"Quit stalling. Call them off."

Alejandra shrugged and then pressed the head piece. "Falsa alarma, nena." She looked Stacy in the eyes as she spoke. "Un caso de identidad equivocada."

Stacy ripped the earpiece away from the Alejandra. "Thank you. And if you don't mind I'm going to need all your weapons."

Alejandra undid the top button on her one-piece maid's dress. She reached into her left breast and pulled out a small pistol.

Stacy took the pistol. "That's it?"

Alejandra nodded but Stacy spun her around, reached over her left shoulder and plunged her hand down inside Alejandra's bra.

Alejandra turned her face towards her and Stacy felt her warm breath on her right cheek. "Surely that stirs an old memory, mi amor."

Alongside the soft flesh, Stacy felt something hard and metallic. She pulled out a metal rectangular object. "What's the fuck do you call this, bitch?" Stacy pressed a button and the razor sharp edge of the switchblade shot out, it's tip a hair's breadth below the quivering flesh of Alejandra's throat.

Stacy stepped back. "For old times sake, I'm not going to kill you." Stacy pointed the gun between Alejandra's eyes. "But I'm going to have borrow your outfit."

1. Alejandra willingly complied
2. Alejandra was uncooperative

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