The two keep on the move to avoid having to beat up any youngster who feels like pulling off their tops. Violence is in their plan for today, but not the random sort.

Teena had deviated from the plan somewhat, she was sure Sabine and Kristen would understand once they saw Brandy without the gag.

The Microfoam surgical tape blocked the effect of Brandy�s smile. The smile of someone who believes a really great smile can make all the difference in someone�s day and that even in the darkest midnight hours her Inner Light will continue to shine.
"Mummph"
"Relax will you." Teena knew those were lame words to say to someone you had just bound and gagged. It was better then saying "shut the fuck up," which is what some serial killer would have said to Brandy when she eventually used her great smile to catch a ride with an Interstate 69 type of serial murderer.

She had driven 12 hours in her Hyundai to get to the concert. She was nineteen from Rockville Illinois and she worked two jobs back home, telemarketing and a waitress at Denny�s and Teena thought she was just the cutest thing.

Teena had scouted out the stage, and was halfway looking for her co-workers when she had spotted the set of grimy smirking boys having photos taken with a red haired girl with silver rings through her nipples and a butterfly painted on her bare chest. The butterfly meant she was free. Brandy wasn�t thinking how often butterfly ends up in somebody�s collection.

The guys around her went off to find some more fun and Teena shouldered her way up to Brandy. They discussed her tattoo, ignoring the shirtless guy with the huge unhealthy looking gut whom seemed to be attempting to blow bubbles without a bubble wand. He perked up when Brandy mentioned the name Alanis Morisssete.
"She is such a God," said Brandy.
"You mean a Goddess," said Teena.
"No a God. She is so wonderful and such a beautiful person."

Big Gut or B.G for short agreed with that statement. He wanted to be Alanis�s dog. But he had spotted a minor deity here in the crowd. She had black hair falling to her shoulders, a black sports bra of heroic support and a body that was a cross between a pro wrestler and an Olympic swimmer. He had developed crushes on several females at the concert, Teena was the latest and strongest. He wanted her to wrestle him to the ground, apply a submission hold and make him beg for the ref to stop the fight. What Teena showed Brandy interested him.

The wrestling babe was showing the half-naked babe a square all-access pass that would allow them to go anywhere they wanted. He, on the other hand, held a triangular backstage pass, which allowed access to a designated interview area near the main stage. His was a counterfeit item sold cheap by a pissed off promoter who had been screwed over by the main promoters of the event. He had hoped to use his to get closer to Alanis. The one flashed by the new object of his affection was the pass to a whole New World for him. As they walked off he pulled on a shirt over his sunburned beer gut and followed.

Hacking and wire tapping had gotten the Outfit the information they needed for the magic passes, which Humvees would be used to cart the performers to and from the stage, which trailer they would use and who would drive. Teena would not be picking up any of the singers, but with Sabine and Kristen would drive one out.
"Cool" said Brandy as Teena showed her the inside of a 40-foot converted Hummer limousine.
"Great sound system," said Teena, shutting the door behind them. "Lot of room in back, you can see out but not in, the windows are bulletproof, not that we�d ever have to find out."
"How�d you get a job doing this?"
"Connections, come on back here I�ll show you some other connections."

Getting behind Brandy she lifted her left arm behind her with her left hand. Teena took her right hand and clamped it on Brandy�s mouth.
"Mummph?�
Then she twisted her down to the floor on her stomach. She let loose of her arm and grabbed her hair with her left and pulled backward, her right hand left her mouth and she gouged her thumb underneath Brandy�s jawbone, up and in. Then she let loose of her hair and put her left on Brandy�s lips.

"Arummmph!"
"So that your head doesn�t come off in my hands I�m going to tie and gag you. You�re going to stay in here while I drive us to the Performers site, then I�m going to introduce you.
The pain under her jaw kept her from struggling. Brandy made what she hoped was an affirmative noise.
"Mum-mummph."

Teena rolled Brandy over on her back and pinned her shoulders with her knees. She pulled a toolbox from the back and opened it, pulling out a drumstick with tails and a ball attached. She jabbed the end with the ball into Brandy�s mouth and gave a twist to the right. The ball inside her mouth was foam on the outside with a hard rubber center.

The ball came loose in Brandy�s mouth. Teena pressed the stick between Brandy�s lips and use the plastic cables on either end to fasten it tight on her nape. Brandy�s tongue was pinned; her smile turned into a grimace as her white teeth bit on the stick.

Teena taped her and sat her up with a pat on the head and a reminder to behave. She got out of the limo and B.G jabbed her in the fleshy part of her upper right arm.

Teena gave a squeak at the pain of the needle and slammed her right forearm into B.G�s mouth. He bounced off the Hummsine and into her arms. She grabbed his right hand and started to break his thumb. Her strength faded.
"What was that you fucker?"
B.G didn�t answer because of the pain from her flexing of his thumb. She didn�t get it to snap, and let go to lean against the limousine. She fell on her left side and was still.

He dropped the CPVC plastic tubing that held the hypodermic syringe and kicked it under the Hummer. Muscle weighs more then fat so Teena was a load to tumble through the door and onto the black leather interior and B.G had to stop and catch his breathe after climbing in and shutting the door.