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Madison Gable
Age: 25
Undercover Federal Agent

"Girl, you look like a straight up hooker in that outfit".

Maddie laughed and rolled her eyes at her partner and friend, fellow federal agent, Frank Shultize. Frank was older than Maddie by a good twenty years and had just about that much more experience than she did as well. She turned slightly and eyed her body in the mirror, fluffing up her hair as she did.

"Well Frank," she replied, "Since I'm going for a meeting with Manuel Garcia, that is just about the point. I need to present myself as the perfect prostitute to try and get him to hire me so I can get the inside scoop on his business."

One final swipe of lipstick over her plump lips and Maddie finally decided she had the look down. She did a slow and playful turn with her arms held above her head. "How do I look?" she asked and he let out a wolf whistle.

"Honey, if I were twenty years younger you wouldn't be leaving this hotel room, that's for sure", Frank replied. Maddie laughed and swatted his shoulder. Frank was like the father she had never had, since her own dad was a no show in her life since she was 2. She glanced at the clock.

"My meeting is in a half hour, for a late lunch at his mansion" she commented. "I should go".

Her heart fluttered in her rib cage and her stomach flipped over on itself. This was probably the most important case of her entire career and it all rode on her being able to secure a spot as one of Manuel Garcia's prostitutes. Garcia was one of the most well known criminals in the city, wanted for prostitution rings, as well as drugs and possibly even weapon trafficking. The problem was, noone could ever prove it. That's where Maddie was coming in. Her job was to secure a job as one of his prostitutes, and then work undercover long enough to gather the evidence necessary to bring down Garcia as well as any accomplices he might have.

With a deep breath, Maddie said bye to Frank and got into the nondescript older SUV that had been provided for her- including fake registration under her new name, Madison Dulles. She drove about twenty minutes until she saw Garcia's mansion sitting atop of a large hill, on a perfectly manicured lawn. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself and putting on her game face. A security guard allowed her through after she showed her, again, fake, ID.

"You got this" she told herself as she stepped out of the SUV and walked up to the large oak front doors. Steeling her nerves she reached up and knocked using the large gold door knocker. Her pulse raced and she worked hard to keep calm as she waited.
 
Marcus Ibrahim
Age 31
Undercover Federal Agent

The tobacco was beginning to taste stale and by now he was an expert at chewing it. Marcus moved briskly to a window, only a matter of feet away and spat it to the grass outside while his eyes took in the view.

He noted the various trees and the way their shadows lay, cast by the high afternoon sun. He noted the tall gated stone wall that formed an impenetrable ring around the mansion. He noted the guards that patrolled just inside of the wall. Saw which ones were talking on the radio, which had paused and for how long. He also noted the car as it pulled up to the gate.

His sharp penetrating gaze followed the SUV as it crawled slowly along the drive way. The fact that it had been granted entrance meant this was the new interviewee. Another of his women. His gals as he called them. He suppressed an inward shudder. Yes he was Garcia's bodyguard but he was also law enforcement. He never let the disdain for his 'boss' show in public but there were many times he had to let his heart give the cold shoulder to the women he met for fear it might otherwise break for them. Thanks to guys like Garcia the illegal side of the sex trade was alive and well in America. Some chose it willingly and others were forced into it. You could always tell from the life story that he made them tell as part of accepting the position. If they were particularly unlucky they had to do more than just tell a story.

He glanced inward now, giving a nod to the other body guard that stood on the otherside of the room. Garen was his name. A tall 6ft2 barrel chested man with arms that could crush a woman with ease. Like himself, he wore a tailor made dark suit, complete with tie and jacket. Their guns were concealed beneath the jacket and tucked in their pants. They didn't have to be in plain sight. At the sight of these two men no one believed they were harmless.

Marcus was a little less brutal than Garen. Marcus stood at a mere 6ft with a chest that was a little less obvious. He had a deep scar that ran across his cheek, a wound taken when a guy had pulled a knife on him back when he first began his career in law enforcement. Before he had joined the F.B.I and before he had been hired to work under cover in the Garcia ring. Back when he was innocent.

He looked back outside, just in time to see the woman knock on the large oak doors. Due to the tinted windows she couldn't see him. Yes, she was definitely the expected prostitute. He shook his head, did she know what she had let herself in for?
 
Maddie heard several locks slide out of place before finally the large doors opened to reveal the lavish interior of the mansion. Chandeliers adorned the entryway, marble stairs led upwards, and what appeared to be priceless antiques, littered the house everywhere the eye could see. A huge man stood before her, towering over her 5'5" frame, and outweighing her by at least a hundred pounds of what appeared to be solid muscle. The suit he wore was tailored to his body with perfection, and if she wasn't looking for it she probably would have missed the nearly imperceptible bulge of a gun beneath the jacket.

Glancing behind the man she noted yet another man in a perfectly tailored suit. This was a little smaller than the brute before her, but still every bit as menacing looking. The deep scar across his cheek enhanced the vicious look even farther. He would probably be the most handsome man she had ever met if it weren't for that scar... Even with it he was still gorgeous. Too bad he was a thug and a criminal.

She figured the two men must be bodyguards or right-hand men of some sort if they were answering the door. She noticed the huge one close to her eyeing her body up and down with a lecherous gaze and had to contain the shudder that threatened to overtake her body. She had never been the type to flaunt her good looks to get her way. This was going to take some getting used to.

Clearing her throat lightly, Maddie tucked a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear. "Hello I'm Madison Dulles" she said, giving both men an amped up version of her already charming smile. "I have an, um, appointment with Mr. Garcia today" she told the men. "Is he in?"

Maddie had no idea how to go about socializing with these two brutes. Did she flirt? Remain passive? She decided to just let nature take its course and act off of the reaction the men had to her.
 
Garen slid the locks on the door back and the small un-intimidating but decidedly feminine figure walked hesitantly inside. He watched Garen carefully as his fellow bodyguard eyed up the woman. Garen had a reputation for 'handling the merchandise' as it were. If they attracted him at all he'd try his luck. Try his luck, not because the prostitutes would stop him but because if Garcia decided Garen had gone to far then Garen would be out of a job and likely dead.

Marcus cleared his throat, his gaze still riveted, not on Maddie but on Garen. Watching him. "Garen, why don't you go and tell Mr. Garcia his client has arrived."

Garen looked at him annoyed, but they were both professionals and when one of them asked the other to do it then they would do it, no arguments. Not in public. As Garen walked away to a small side door Marcus remained where he was. Silent and watching. "You sure you want to do this gal?" He asked with as gruff an inflection as he could muster. He would not appear weak, but merely intrigued. The index finger of his left hand traced the line of his scar as he spoke. He had learned from experience that this often distracted others and left them feeling more willing to 'open' up.

As he waited for an answer he sized her up. Pretty, even beneath all that make up. Eyes that seemed dangerous, not hurt. There was a slight sign of life to them that he recognized instantly as someone who was not desperate. But what did that mean? What would Garcia make of that? Would the mob boss even notice? He stood stock still, a body that was pert but well formed and hair that was blonde. Not fake blonde, but real. That was a good sign. Garcia always handled those ones with a little more care and gave them the better jobs. Jobs where they wouldn't get manhandled and sometimes...worse.
 
Maddie watched in silence as the smaller man asked "Garen" to go and inform Garcia she had arrived. For some reason she immediately breathed easier as the bigger man left the room. Sure, this guy was intimidating ... But there was an undercurrent there ... A sort of feeling she got about him that told her he wasn't ALL bad, and usually her gut instincts were right.

The man's question took her off guard. She watched with sharp eyes as he stroked his finger across the scar on his cheek. She had already decided NOT to play up the damsel in distress story. She didnt believe that she was a good enough actress to pull off appearing weak and vulnerable. Instead she was going to play up the sex vixen angle of being a prostitute.

Her piercing blue eyes connected with his and she felt a brief flare of attraction. He's a THUG, she immediately reprimanded herself. Back off.

"Oh I'm sure" she finally purred in a throaty voice. "I love sex, and I'm damn good at it, so what better job could there possibly be?"

Maddie flashed this second bodyguard a flirty smile and winked just as the man named Garen stepped back out.

"Miss Dulles, Mr. Garcia will see you now".

With that the man gestures towards the door he had went through before and she walked that way steadily on the high heels she wore. She was well aware of both men following close behind- Garen a bit closer than the other man, and it made her slightly nervous.

Garcia's office was just as she had expected, dark wood paneling, lush leather chairs, the best of everything money could buy. Just like on a movie. Maddie took a deep breath and looked directly into the eyes of the small Hispanic man whom would hopefully become her "boss".

"Mr. Garcia, I'm honored to meet you" she said politely, extending her slim hand out for the man to shake.
 
Her piercing blue eyes connected with his and she felt a brief flare of attraction. He's a THUG, she immediately reprimanded herself. Back off.

"Oh I'm sure" she finally purred in a throaty voice. "I love sex, and I'm damn good at it, so what better job could there possibly be?"

Maddie flashed this second bodyguard a flirty smile and winked just as the man named Garen stepped back out.

"Miss Dulles, Mr. Garcia will see you now".

.

Marcus kept from shaking his head. So she was here for the sex. She was probably one of those women that loved everything about it and wouldn't realize the danger they were in until one day she wanted out. When that day arrived she would understand there was no out. At least not the way that she intended.

When she smiled he didn't respond but there was something about the playfulness of it that caught him off guard. Was it an innocence? Maybe, or maybe it was just that she was do good at her work that she could flirt with anyone, even a scar riddled criminal like him. No doubt it was part defense mechanism and part skill. She couldn't control men like him, not through brute strength, but perhaps through their egotistical male cocks. He bit back a laugh. Perhaps he had best not underestimate her.

They stepped in to Garcia's office and even as she introduced herself Marcus thrust her against the wall. There was a little danger to letting these women into Garcias presence without a search. They might shoot him on sight, but this was the way Garcia liked it.

Marcus' strong hands pushed Maddies hands above her head, holding them both in his firm grip as his other hand patted across her breasts and sides. He couldn't help but note they were firm, her whole body was firm. Toned. She hadn't let anything slip, a real professional. Then his hands went to her waists as Garen's hold replaced Marcus' on her outstretched hands above her head.

He slipped his fingers beneath the thin fabric of her clothing and patted between her legs then briskly slid his fingers down her slender thighs and calves before finally searching her boots. Done. In some ways it was the worst part of being undercover, having to play to the fancies of the mob boss. Garen and Marcus took it in turns frisking the females. Maddie was lucky it had been he and not Garen that had done the frisking this time.

Finally he turned and nodded to Garcia, "All clear."
 
Just as Maddie stepped through the door to the office, the man who she hadn't yet learned his name pressed her firmly against the wall. Her eyes widened and her breath rushed from her lungs in surprise. She had been expecting a pat-down, but when she had made it that far without one, she had assumed there wouldn't be a search after all.

She had been wrong.

Before she could blink, the guard had her arms above her head and was briskly patting her down, everywhere. She felt his hands on her breasts, belly, and then Garen held her in place as the guard checked in between her legs and lower... No place was left unchecked. She was well aware of Garcia watching from behind his desk with a sick smile on his face. He obviously enjoyed watching this. Pervert.

Finally she was released and she turned to face Garcia.

"Miss Dulles, please approach my desk" Garcia instructed and Maddie walked confidently up to him. The criminals eyes traced her body, inspecting her like a piece of machinery, which to him she probably was. When she was close enough the criminal reached out and took her slender hand in his, turning her in a circle ad running his other hand all over her as he did. She resisted the urge to gag.

"You have a gorgeous body" he finally said, his voice heavily accented from his Hispanic descent. "Toned and athletic, yet with enough curves to satisfy many men." He glanced at her face. "Pretty face too, plump lips, men will like that".

Maddie listened stoically as the man basically picked apart her body- her tits could have been a little bigger, in his opinion, but some men liked that. Maddie made no comments. Finally Garcia looked her in the eye.

"What's your story?" he asked.

Maddie launched into the pre-rehearsed story, explaining how she was an only child, her parents were dead, and no family to speak of. She had began hooking on her own as a teen to make spare money as she was passed in and out of foster homes, and had never quit. She had been lucky enough to be born with the looks and skills necessary for the job. Now she wanted to take it to the next step. She wanted to be a part of Garcia's prostitution ring. She had heard of how much money his gals made and she wanted in on it.

Garcia listened intently, nodding occasionally as Maddie spoke. He glanced at the two men behind her. "What do we think, boys?" he asked with a sickening smile. "She's gorgeous, no? Do you think she has the skills? Maybe we should test her out".

Maddie's heart began to race. This was exactly what she had been hoping to avoid. She had a plan for one-on-one meetings with men. What she didn't have a plan for was more than one man at a time.

"Sir, with all due respect" she began, "I'm more of a one on one sort of person. Perhaps you have a client who would be willing to do, say, a test run with me?"

Maddie gave Manuel her sweetest smile and prayed fervently in her mind for a good outcome to the request.
 
Garcia listened intently, nodding occasionally as Maddie spoke. He glanced at the two men behind her. "What do we think, boys?" he asked with a sickening smile. "She's gorgeous, no? Do you think she has the skills? Maybe we should test her out".

Her story was perfect. He thought. Almost too perfect. With no one to miss her Garcia would have a field day. If there had been close family ties she wouldn't have been hired but she would still be alive, ten, twenty , thirty years from now. He had been spoken to and it wouldn't do to keep the boss waiting so he spoke up. Just a sort sentence, brisk and to the point. "She'll do." Garen was a little more verbal and hurled a string of obscenities her way. It ended with a simple statement of , "I'd fuck her."

Maddie's heart began to race. This was exactly what she had been hoping to avoid. She had a plan for one-on-one meetings with men. What she didn't have a plan for was more than one man at a time.

"Sir, with all due respect" she began, "I'm more of a one on one sort of person. Perhaps you have a client who would be willing to do, say, a test run with me?"

Maddie gave Manuel her sweetest smile and prayed fervently in her mind for a good outcome to the request.

Marcus blinked, eyeing her anew, as if with some kind of deep appreciation. She had rejected Garcia's offer. Verbally and in front of his two body guards. She had spunk, and now it was down to a flip of the coin. Would Garcia accept said spunk or want it fucked out of her. He tried his best to hide any surprise as Garen moved forward, jerked back her head and pushed her to her knees. "A little respect Maddie. You don't tell the boss what he does and doesn't do." He laughed evilly even as Garcia chuckled from behind his desk.

"Well it does look like Garen has taken quite the liking to you dear little Maddie." Manuel stood up and walked around the desk placing his hands underneath her chin while signalling Garen to let her go. "Usually I'd punish someone for such a response." As if to signal such an intent he slapper her face hard with the back of his hand. "But I think this kind of spunk might make you prize merchandize dear." He stepped back signalling for her to stand. "There will be a client tonight, John Greeves, if you please him then I'll take you."

As Manuel hit her Marcus had actually flinched. His usual stoic demeanor torn away for only the briefest of moments. Fortunately both Garen and Manuel had been fixed on Maddie so his neglect had gone un noticed. It's not that he hadn't expected worse, it's just that he hadn't expected that. He didn't realise he had been holding his breath until Manuels final words were uttered.

"Marcus." The bodyguard and mob boss looked at one another. "I think you better escort her back out, Garen here might have other thoughts."

Marcus grunted his yes and took her by the elbow pushing her forcefully ahead of him and out of the door. Only as the door swung close did his towering form finally let go of her so she could walk herself. "You have a death wish I take it." He spoke with an almost guttural low growl but his voice still somehow resonated calm.
 
Maddie hoped she hadn't made a huge mistake by speaking up but it was her only chance at keeping things under her control. As soon as the words left her lips, she felt a large hand lace through her soft hair and yank. We head jerked back with a jarring snap and she was suddenly knocked to her knees as Garen shoved her. His words were menacing as he threatened her about telling the boss what to do and not to do.

Garcia laughed as he stood and walked towards her, warning her that Garen had taken a liking to her. He placed his hands gently under her chin almost on a caress, but she wasn't fooled. Her body was braced for whatever might come next. And come it did. Suddenly Garcia slapped her with enough force to jerk her head sideways. Her cheek stung immensely and she tasted a tiny hint of blood in her mouth where her teeth had bit into her cheek, but she made not a sound, and her eyes remained locked with Garcia's. She refused to back down.

Garcia told her then that there would be a client that night and she would have to please him to earn the job. She hoped her plan would work.

Garcia then ordered Marcus- that was his name!- to lead Maddie out since Garen probably couldn't be trusted. Maddie wasn't sure why she felt relief at this but she did although deep down she knew one thug was probably as bad as another. Marcus grabbed her arm and roughly led her to the door, pushing her through. His grip was hard, almost bruising until he finally let her go once the door was firmly shut behind them.

"I don't have a death wish" she replied to his comment. "I just know what I do and do not want". She eyes the handsome man walking beside her. "Where exactly am I to go until this client gets here?" she asked, hoping the rough man beside her might be able to become some sort of ally to her in this cruel world of crime. "Any suggestions?"
 
Marcus gave a grunt in response to her lack of a death wish. He bit his own tongue and said nothing more until they were out on the front driveway. There as she asked what she should do next he laughed. He let the laugh linger then looked at the SUV, "Drive it around the back. You'll find a shed there with a row of others vehicles parked up. Select your spot. Once that's done come to the back door and I'll meet you. I'll take you to a place where you can get all prettied up." He smirked, but it lacked the cruel leering intensity of the other bodyguard. He was professional, and there was a ruggedness to him but something about him seemed sincere. That insincerity was odd in a place like this.

He watched her go, finding himself eyeing the sway of her hips as she glided back down the front path to her vehicle. He checked himself, he never eyed the women up. Never let his mind wonder. He didn't want to go native. Going native was a phrase they used at the academy. When deep undercover it was a struggle sometimes not to let your mind become too used to the way of thinking that your enemies employed, occasionally they would lose a good decent agent because of the bad indecent hell they submitted him to.

As she stepped into her SUV he made a hand gesture that she should continue around the right hand side of the mansion and then he stepped inside. His footsteps were heavy as traipsed through the hall. Garen was back and he glared at Marcus. "Why you got her this time I'll never know but you have to be gay not to try something with her." He smiled, "But you were so quick I can tell you didn't try anything."

Marcus laughed, "Not yet, not until after tonight, after she's been with Greeves." He gave Garen a knowing look. Now he'd have to do something, let Garen know she was his property and he'd brook no intrusion. That might mean disappearing for a half hour that night, but he couldn't tell Maddie. Couldn't let her know he really did have a soft side. In situations like this he was always deadly professional and Manuel respected that. Garen was hired because of his cold brutality. Marcus, because of his precision professionalism. That didn't mean he was perfect. He would always imply what he could, so that his character didn't stand out. On occasion that meant playing the prostitution game. He just never really strayed. It was all an act and he was good at it. Good enough that no other agent was considered for this position.

He continued past Garen, "Have to let her in through the backdoor. Then take her to the room." He chuckled, "But no action quite yet. I'll tell you all about it after it happens."

He passed through the hall quickly, down a few winding halls and finally reached the backdoor, sliding back the bolts and swinging it open just in time for the blonde to arrive. He stood there, looking down on her imposingly, debating what if any advice he should give her about Manuel and tonight.
 
Maddie was surprised when Marcus laughed. She hadn't been expecting that and truthfully wasn't sure why he DID laugh... But the sound was purely masculine, a rough, sensuous sound that sent chills skittering through her body. This was only her third undercover case in her career and she had to remind herself of who he was and what she was doing here. She had been chosen for the job because of her good looks, and her take-no-crap attitude... Not because of her experience.

She listened as Marcus instructed her of what to do with her SUV, and nodded. She sauntered towards the vehicle, aware of Marcus's eyes on her body as she walked. She didn't get that same creepy vibe from him though. He seemed more ... Real ... than the other men.

She watched him through her rear view mirror and saw that he was watching her in return. She wasn't sure what to think of this. Shaking her head to dispel the thoughts she was was having she followed Marcus's instructions and headed around back. She mentally went through her head for what she would have to do that evening with her "customer".

She quickly patted the inside of her boot checking to make sure the tiny pill was still where it should be, relief flooding through her when it was. She had worried the earlier pat down had dislodged it. Glancing around, she parked the SUV in an empty spot and got out, grabbing her bag of clothes and makeup, her high heeled boots sinking slightly in the soft ground. "Damn" she muttered to herself.

Eventually she picked her way to the back door and, as promised, it was opened by Marcus. His huge body was a mere two inches away as she backed up a step so she could look up at him. His face was set in a glare, but she thought she detected a hint of something different in his eyes. They weren't completely cold and uncaring. There was... SOMETHING ...in them that said there was more to him than cruel muscle.

She glanced behind him and saw Garen standing there with a sly smile on his face. She wondered what he was smirking at. His eyes lingered on her breasts as se be entered the mansion and she couldn't stop the shudder this time. It was repulsive to have a man looking at her that way but she knew she had to get used to it. She hoped nobody noticed her reaction.
 
He let her step past his hulking frame and inside the mansion then moved quickly ahead of her. The door swung shut behind them and as he passed he noted the slight shudder. Slight in that it seemed instinctual and then guarded. He mused over this. Many people walked through that door. Many people saw Manuel. Many people worked the streets. They all had their motives and it was his job to make note of them and suss them out.

Was it possible that she was working for another mob? Could this be a lead to chase down or was it just Garen. He gave the creeps to every woman he had ever known. Maddie was a 'professional' though. Or so she said... He thought back to the way she had stood up to Manuel, it could have been that she followed her gut instincts and went with them. If so her gut might have killed her. Or it could have been something else. That she wasn't used to putting on a show, that she didn't want to do it, that she had something else planned.

"This way." He spoke firmly to her, not offering a hand, just slamming the door in front of them open. It had a free hinge and swung both ways. He then led her up some large grandiose stairs, trimmed with a red velvet pattern, with a rail of pure mahogany. It all spoke of needless expense. He would keep his eyes on Maddie. Now she had passed from someone he would protect to a potential source of information or a threat to this work. In either case he would need to know more. Finding out more would be difficult. He would start with her background, follow up what he could, talk to others on the street, follow the trail back to it's lair where it all began. For there was always a trail and he was sure to find it.

"Here." He grunted, then turned the handle and pushed open her bedroom door. He stepped inside first, "This is where you prepare." He then stood there silently again, obviously not about to go anywhere. His eyes reflexively swept the room. Yes it was their mansion but it didn't mean something couldn't go amiss. He moved to the windows, stared out at the grounds below then pulled the curtains closed. He threw off the bed covers, ran his hands under and over the mattress, pillows and sheets. Then he went to the wardrobe, pulled out the clothes, hung them again and finally checked the dresser.

At that point he turned to look at her, "Make yourself at home. Greeves favorite outfits are in there." He pointed to the wardrobe. "I won't tell you how to do your job but you do need to do it well." He stepped to the door but didn't walk out, assuming that solitary sentinel posture.
 
Maddie noticed Marcus watching her closely, his eyes narrowed slightly as if he were thinking hard about something. She warily watched him from the corner of her eye. When he spoke it was in that same harsh, no nonsense voice he often used. The one that commanded action and a response. She didn't like that tone of voice. It caused her to want to defy him, but she knew she couldn't. Instead she nodded and followed behind him as he led her to her room for the evening.

She watched as he methodically examined the tacky looking room, almost in the way an officer would sweep a home when searching for something. What would Marcus be looking for here?? The question stood out in her mind as she placed her bag on the bed.

After he was apparently done he moved to stand by the door, apparently not going any farther. Maddie sighed. She supposed she would be under surveillance all night until her client got there. She nodded when he suggested she do her job well. "No problem there" she said, smiling and winking at him with false confidence.

She walked over to the wardrobe and looked in at the outfits. None of them were anything she would normally EVER wear. Skirts so short they wouldn't cover her panties, shirts that would show not only her stomach and back but the bottoms of her breasts. Thigh high stockings and stilettos. Repulsive. She tried not to let her disdain show.

"Am I to change in front of you?" she asked, addressing Marcus where he stood. She had brought her own sexy lingerie to wear beneath the outfits and would need to change into those. She just wasn't sure whether Marcus would be present or not for that moment
 
"Am I to change in front of you?" she asked, addressing Marcus where he stood. She had brought her own sexy lingerie to wear beneath the outfits and would need to change into those. She just wasn't sure whether Marcus would be present or not for that moment.

As she asked the question Marcus' brow raised with a smirk. "I'm sure that won't be a problem for you dearest."

He mind began racing. What kind of prostitute would ask that? He watched her intently, doing his best to look at her with a leer but all the while he was processing this new piece of information. A woman with no past hesitant to show her wares. A woman that was not intimidated by any of the people she had met so far. He crossed his arms as he moved towards the curtains, peering out from between them.

She could be a complete professional that was used to getting things her way entirely. Someone who enjoyed and relished the moment but fit her job within certain boundaries or she was something different. Maddie had referred to herself as someone who enjoyed every moment as sex, she flaunted it even. So, then why the reluctance to engage. Nerves perhaps? She wanted to stand out? But why?

Did she want more than to just be a prostitute? Did she have lofty designs of her own, to move up within this organization and work directly for Manuel, to have access to him? If so was it for power and influence? Or did she want to kill him? He frowned at the thought, safe in the knowledge that right now she couldn't see his face. Then he turned. He was a man, a supposedly criminal man and a criminal man would not pass up the moment to see a woman undress.

He stared at her impassively, a slight smiling creasing his features as he watched her. Inwardly he tried not to be too obtrusive, but it was impossible not to note each supple movement of her body. The delicious way her lithe body turned and bent. The slight shake of her hips as she dressed, the soft movement of her breasts as she breathed. The enticing shrug of her hair, the tight figure that she cut...and he stopped himself. What was he? Watching porn or something...no he had a job to do. As she finished pulling on the last item of 'clothing' he gave a grunt, "I'm sure that will do nicely."
 
"I'm sure that won't be a problem for you dearest."

Maddie fought the urge to blush again. Right. A professional hooker wouldn't be worried about changing clothes in front of a man. Nevermind the fact that she wasn't a professional, and only two men had ever seen her naked before in her life. With a suppressed sigh she walked over to the wardrobe and began rifling through it.

She found in it an obscenely short black leather mini skirt, and a red silk top that barely covered her breasts, and left her stomach and back completely bare to anyone who wanted to look. Pulling those out, she laid them on the bed before unzipping her bag and digging through it. She pulled out a matching set of panties and bra that would go perfectly with the outfit and laid them out as well. Finally she grabbed a pair of thigh-high leather boots with four inch heels from the wardrobe.

All stalling tactics finished, she knew she was going to have to strip now, in front of Marcus. Her stomach quivered nervously but she ignored it and forced herself to peel the tiny dress she was wearing up and over her head. She was aware that already she was only in a tiny black g-string, and a sheer black lace bra that barely encompassed her 36c tits. Pretty much her entire body was on display for Marcus, who was staring at her impassively. She was extremely glad that being a federal officer required her to keep in peak physical shape, so her body was toned and tight in all the right places.

She could feel his eyes on her, observing but never commenting. She wondered what he could possibly be thinking so hard about. She quickly stripped off the thong and bra, keeping her back to him, but knowing that he could still see her perky, firm breasts, and, much to her dismay, her rock hard nipples.

As quickly as she could, without being obvious, she pulled on the clothing again, piece by piece, making sure that it all fit right, and looked ok before putting on the next piece. Finally she was all dressed and turned to face Marcus again. He merely told her that the outfit would probably do nicely.

With a soft sigh of relief she walked over to the mirror in the room and began styling her hair to frame her face and brush lightly against her shoulders. Next came touching up the makeup- she hated wearing so much makeup, it felt heavy and gross- but she put on more eye shadow, giving herself a smoky, sexy look that men seemed to like.

The final touch was a few shots of perfume over her body, and she was done.

Walking over to stand closer to Marcus she eyed him carefully. "Now what?" she finally asked as he stared back at her, his face giving away no emotions, his eyes not even flickering. It was like he was a machine sometimes... no emotions... but then she was sure she had gotten glimpses of the man beneath that steel before. She was incredibly intrigued.
 
The perfume was a nice touch, he couldn't refute it. It must have been her own because he didn't remember smelling it before. Her hair wafted the scent his way as he addressed her question. "Now, you strut your stuff lady. I'm not your bodyguard, I have other duties to perform." He left her then. It would be about another hour until Greeves returned and he had to do a patrol of the premises. Just as he was heading out of the door he turned back with an after thought, his eyes seeming to soften ever so slightly."Keep the door unlocked, don't wander and keep an eye out for Garen."

Then he was gone, hoping that it seemed like he had given some throw away advice that didn't quite shatter the cold exterior he had tried to amplify. Firstly he made the rounds of the upstairs room. He made sure all the curtains were closed, with blackouts pulled behind them so that no one from the outside could tell who was within or what they were doing. Secondly he checked every wardrobe, shelf and drawer. It never paid to grow careless and although he knew there was a 99 percent change no one had stashed anything away he always checked, just in case. It was the kind of detail that had landed him this role.

He sighed as he left the last room, his mind wandering to his 'normal life'. Sometimes he longed for it, living on the edge of danger had its adrenaline rush but there was a reason people were paid more for being on the front line. The stress alone could kill you. His parents had both died when he was young. His dad had been a cop and was killed in action when he was nine. It was that which inspired him to pursue his career. His mother had died of cancer when he was 14 and he had gone to live with his aunt and uncle. They lived in a medium income area in down town Houston. He had loved the weekends at the beach, the surfing and goofing around.

Neither his aunt or uncle had heard from him in over a year. They knew his job and wouldn't ask questions but they were bound to worry. At least they hadn't received the visit and the papers signalling his death. He made his way down the stairs and passed Garen, "Time to check the perimeter." He grunted. Garen started making radio calls in response. One of them would call the guards and the other would spot check. That way someone was always within the vicinity of Manuel.

As he moved to the exit he heard Garen ask behind him, "So what is she like?"

"Perfect" He responded loudly, "The body of a perfect slut." He hated calling anyone that but Garen spoke the language and it was all he would understand.

"Did you fuck her?"

He laughed, "In ten minutes? No, I'd want longer than that." Then he was out the door. His territory had been marked but he knew that given half the chance Garen would try something unless he could convince his colleague that she had already been fully taken. Those were the laws of the game.

Outside the weather was beginning to turn to dusk, that time when it was difficult to judge distance and guage what was shadow and what was not. It was the most likely time for something to happen. Garen radioed him, "They all signal everything is clear." Marcus nodded, but walked through the main gates to the outside anyway. They were surrounded by open fields on one side and trees on the other. He didn't worry about the fields, you would have to be an idiot not to see someone approach from that perspective. Manuel didn't higher idiots.

He purposefully made his way around to the woods, skirting inside the tree line a few feet and methodically traipsing along. At several points he threw some stones against the wall, then waited to see is Garen would radio that a disturbance had been spotted. In most cases the movement and sound was radioed in, but in one case it wasn't.

He clicked his transmitter, "Sector 10 reported in yet Garen?"

"Negative."

His eyes narrowed, sector 10 was where they had placed the new employee. They would have to have words, it may or may not end badly for him. Slowly he re-traced his steps walking back in through the main gates, making sure the guardsmen locked them securely behind him and then he was back inside, standing opposite Garen who was looking as equally bored as he was.
 
Maddie glanced Marcus's way when he said he was leaving. So he had just stayed to enjoy the show. Great. She mentally rolled her eyes. When she heard him speaking again turned to face him. He was actually giving her advice? Albeit it was gruff and impersonal advice but it was advice nonetheless. She studied his eyes. They were grave as usual, but she could have sworn she saw just the smallest hint of emotion behind them. Or was she seeing stuff?

She had the urge to lock the door behind him but he had warned her not to. Instead she paced to the window and looked outside. From there she could see men patrolling all around the grounds. Many held automatic guns loosely in their hands as if they were merely another appendage- completely comfortable with them. Others were speaking into handheld radios.

She caught a glimpse of Marcus and Garen striding across the property. It was obvious that they were higher up on the totem pole than the others. Men automatically moved out of their way, nodding in respect and some of them speaking, although she couldn't hear the words of course.

Marcus disappeared out the gates and she saw Garen look up, directly at her window. When he saw her standing there watching a broad lecherous grin spread across his ugly face. Shuddering, Maddie moved away from the window. She needed to check in with her boss but knew she couldn't risk it. Someone might overhear her conversation. Quickly and methodically she grabbed a device out of her bag, then began to sweep the room for bugs. None. Good. That would make her job a WHOLE lot easier.

She sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, trying not to think about what had probably gone on in it before. She heard a noise outside her door and automatically reached for the gun she was used to having, only to realize she didn't have it, of course.

"Whatcha reaching for, missy?" Garen asked with a sly look as he stood in the doorway.

"Where's Marcus?" she asked without thinking. She was much more comfortable with the other man than this one. Garen sneered.

"He's busy right now. What m'i not good enough for ya?" The man stood and advanced towards Maddie.

Maddie stood as well, ready to defend herself if necessary. "I think you should leave" she said, a bit of the command she used on the job leaking into her voice. Enough to cause Garen to pause and look at her.

"That almost sounded threatening" he said with a laugh before taking the last few steps towards her. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her arms, hard enough to leave marks, before slinging her onto the bed. He used his large mass to pin her down immediately and she struggled against the brute. She lashed out with her hands and raked her claws against his cheek.

"Bitch!" the man spat, as Maddie kicked out and caught his body with her heel.

"Get the fuck off of me!" she shouted, still pinned beneath his massive body weight, physically unable to move him.
 
Marcus wondered where Garen was going when he left the hall. A few minutes later he heard the shouting. It was muffled at first and he growled running quickly up the stairs, taking them two steps at a time. He barged angrily in the bed room door that had been locked, knocking it straight off his hinges then looked straight at the bed. Garen lay on top of Maddie, his great hulking body pinning her down. Her top had been half ripped and he was clawing wildly at him.

Without thinking Marcus drew his gun and pointed it straight at the bodyguard, "Get off that whore you idiot, we have a job to do. Greeves arrives within the hour." He kept the weapon trained, pointed at him, always the professional though his heart raced. Garen hadn't yet unzipped his pants but it was always dangerous to cross him, not the least when he was full of animal lust and rage.

As Garen flipped off the bed Marcus could see the scratch marks across his face and Marcus smirked, "She's a wild one is she." He laughed whole heartedly, pointedly it was at Garen and at Maddie. He bellowed it out, knowing that it was infuriate Garen further but also snap him back to his job. "I told you she was mine." Marcus growled in a low threatening tone, "You don't take another mans slut." He stepped towards the door not taking his eyes off of the hulking beast. "Not even if the deeds not yet been done." His eyes narrowed and he waved the gun towards the exit. "Manuel will want to meet in the Red room. We got a half hour to get it swept."

Garen, leering and angry looked like he was going to throw himself at Marcus for a moment, then took a swipe at Maddie, knocking her off the bed and to the floor. Next he strode out of the room, what was left of his professionalism taking over from the pure animalistic instincts. Marcus didn't sigh, didn't wait to see if Maddie was okay, he just left, slamming the door behind him. Garen and he had a mutual respect for what the other could do. He hadn't cross the line but it had been close. If Garen had managed to stuff his cock in her then it might have been a different story. He didn't think there would be any holding him back and another woman would have her soul raped by the beast.

He followed Garen down the stairs and across the hall to the Red Room. There they worked in silence, studiously sweeping the floors and walls. After twenty minutes of the detailed work Garen spoke, "You shouldn't have stopped me Marcus. You hadn't made her yours yet."

"Not in deed, but you know better." And they glared at one another. "No time for this now Garen, let's get Garcia, Greeves arrives in half an hour."
 
Maddie lashed out at Garen's face again, causing him to grow angrier web more red welts appeared on his face. He was in the middle of calling her every name in the book when suddenly the door to the bedroom was slammed open with a loud crash. Maddie took the brute's momentary distraction and kicked out again.

Marcus had a gun trained directly on Garen and warned him to get off ... Then he said something that made Maddie glance questioningly at him. He called her HIS whore. Did they have their own personal whores here? If that was the case then why was she being forced to have sex with this Greeves fellow? Her mind began to race. Maybe it was just a test. Maybe after Greeves she would be turned over to Marcus to do exactly what he wished. Would he be watching her with Greeves? So many questions and she didn't have the answers to any!

Garen slowly stood off of Maddie, who was fuming mad still, her breath short and quick. Marcus surprised her again by laughing outright at the welts on Garen's face. She could have sworn she saw admiration in his eyes. She watched, bracing herself, as the men squared off. Would they fight?

Apparently not. Both men stomped out of the room leaving Maddie alone. She quilt had to change her shirt to a different red one, and fix her hair and makeup. By the time she was done, someone knocked on the door and told her Greeves had arrived. Her stomach in knots, Maddie awaited for the man to enter the room. It was just as she had expected. He was fat, and gross, with greasy hair and sweaty underarms. She immediately wanted to gag but instead pasted a smile on her face and offered him a drink from the two she had poured earlier. His eyes were glued to the short leather skirt and revealing top, eagerly taking in her appearance.

The fat man accepted the drink quickly and took a drink of the water as she drank hers as well, with a satisfied smirk on her face. She offered Greeves a back rub to get things started and the man eagerly accepted, stripping of his business suit until he was naked. Maddie had to fight hard not to show her disgust at the sight. Fat rolls obscured the sight of everything on the man, including his dock... Which she was thankful for.

She instructed him to lie down on the bed on his belly. The man eagerly complied. Trying to act sexy, she slowly straddled him and began rubbing down his repulsive back. Within minutes she heard the slight snoring coming from beneath her and sighed. She quickly stood and moved across the room. Now to let the drugs take effect. He would sleep for about an hour and then wake up groggy and disoriented. It would then be up to her to convince him they had had AMAZING sex, and he had loved every minute of it, so much so that he had worn himself and taken a nap after. Maybe he was too overworked to remember what had happened?

She hoped it would work...
 
After Greeves arrival things had gone quiet. Manuel had taken him upstairs, then left him with Maddie. Marcus shook his head inwardly. That woman with Greeves, she had to be disgusted. He was disgusted just thinking about it. He wiled away an hour or two playing cards with Garen. The two rarely held grudged it seemed then he went to turn in. Manuel and Greeves would meet after Greeves time with Maddie. By the time Greeves left, in about 8 hours, Marcus would have to be ready for the next shift.

He slept in one of the upstairs room. Nothing half so slutty or wasted as the room in which Maddie and Greeves had done their business. But it was minimalistic. It was the way he liked it. He didn't always stay there, he had his own 'home' about a mile away from the mansion, in the nearest suburb. For times that he only had an 8 hour break though, this was where he rested. He would sleep for 6 hours and so would Garen then they would trade off with their replacements. Despite their differences Garen and he had to trust one another with each others lives. He didn't fully, but he knew Garen would do this job when it came down to it. If Garen truly trusted him he had no idea. He would be a fool if he did.

As he passed Maddies room he couldn't help listening. He couldn't hear anything though, Greeves had already left her and he thought about stopping in. Garen would expect it. He paused, trying to guage if she was alseep or awake. In the morning she would meet Manuel again, he would give her a report of whatever Greeves had told him of their time together and then she would be either in or out. He didn't knock, he just walked in, spying Maddie on the bed. "Enjoy your time?"
 
Maddie lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Had she done a good enough acting job? Greeves had been confused and disoriented but he had seemed to buy into her story, even going so far as to add that she must be amazing because he had never had a woman wear him out that bad. When he left, she knew he would go speak to Manuel.

She was dying for a shower, but hadnt been offered one, so there she lay, on the same bed that disgusting pig had passed out on, wearing a long cotton tshirt and nothing else. Probably not what a whore would usually wear to bed but she didn't care.

She was startled when suddenly her door swung open. Marcus walked in without hesitation and asked her if she had enjoyed her time. She visibly cringed before she could stop herself and immediately regretted it.

"The job isn't about whether I had a good time" she told Marcus as she stood to face him. The tshirt hit her about midthigh, exposing her toned legs. It was probably obvious she didnt have a bra on as well.

"But Greeves seemed to enjoy HIS time... So I think it went good" she added, staring at the gorgeous criminal before her. What a waste, she thought to herself.

"Why did you call me YOUR whore earlier?" she asked suddenly, unable to contain the natural curiosity that came with being a cop.
 
He laughed inwardly at her comments about Greeves enjoying his time even while noting the grimace she made. "With a body like his I'm sure he enjoyed just looking at you." He smirked then fell silent as she asked her question.

"You really don't understand how things work around here do you?" He had to do a double take because more pieces of the jigsaw were beginning to fit into place. She didn't make much sense unless she was a plant, of that he was now certain. Who she was working for was the next question.

He walked briskly to her bedside, if she was working for someone else he could help cover her while playing into her favors and good graces - and get a lead into another organization while he was at it. "Darling the way it works is this: Garen takes who he wants when he wants. As long as it doesn't grate on Manuel he looks the other way. No one truly works just for Manuel, they work for the entire mob, from bodyguards on down." He shook his head, "And if you had done your homework you'd know that."

He still stood, looking at her and for a moment she seemed like a frail naive girl - so at odds with the role she was playing that he was somewhat taken aback by it. "On occassion I assert my rights to a woman and he backs off."
 
Maddie couldn't help but smile when Marcus mentioned Greeves' body. It had been disgusting but Marcus seemed to make light of the situation so she decided to as well. "I'm sure you've heard of the Dickie-Do award right?" she asked with a small smile. "Where his belly sticks out farther than his Dickie-do".

She cut her pretty eyes his way and smirked. When she asked her question he grew serious and her own smile slid away. His answering question made her frown. He was studying her solemnly and then approached her. Her instinct was to move away from his advance but she didn't. She listened intently as he explained how it worked around there.

He studied her even more and she studied him back. "I never did thank you for... um ... Earlier" she replied, her eyes staring straight into his. "I can usually handle my own but he took me by surprise... Um... Why did you choose to keep him from me of all people?" she asked, aware that she was straying farther away from being professional. This was a CRIMINAL. She shouldn't be engaging with him like this... But at the same time it might allow her to gather further information if she could gain Marcus's trust...

Too bad the attraction she was feeling was real, though.
 
"Because your mine." He answered. It didn't reveal a thing. "Look at you." He smiled, "Who wouldn't want you?" Although he was absolutely disgusted with what she had just done. He did not want her at that moment, all he would be able to think about was her riding that fat man. He shuddered and ran a hand across his brow.

"I'm not all that bad darling, alot better than Garen. You should just count yourself lucky I called you out before he did." He moved away from the bed, striding over to the curtains again, peering between them.

"There's a shower at the end of the adjoining roo.."He stopped. Maybe she didn't know yet that there was an adjoining room. He walked briskly to the second wardrobe. It was empty which is probably why she had left it alone. He opened the door and pushed at the back paneling. It swung outward revealing the light from the room next door. "Manuel sometimes likes to watch from in here." He smiled sweetly, "Though you were lucky, tonight he had to prep for his meeting with Greeves, he wouldn't have watched the two of you fucking."

He stared at her intently as he spoke, watching her every movement, studying her to learn all that he could for when it was necessary. He knew he was gaining her trust, she was opening up more than he thought she would at this stage. "Anyway, there's a shower through there. You can get yourself cleaned up." He tilted his head to the side, almost dog like, "Or you could waltz down the hall way to the far room and utilize the showers there." He had now given her a way to get clean without exposing her self every morning and night. "There are also clean sheets and covers if you would so desire."

And that was enough for one connection he thought. He was probably being far too nice though his manner remained gruff.
 
Maddie listened intently as Marcus explained that she was HIS. The words sent a tremor of desire through her although she knew they shouldn't. Why was she so attracted to this man? He was a criminal. Obviously a pretty influential one.

She caught his next words and glanced over at him. What he said made the blood drain from her face even as she worked to remain calm.

"He- he watches? From there?" she asked, trying hard not to let her anxiety show. How would she do this if he was watching?? She couldn't drug the men! Her pulse was speeding through her veins. She forced herself to listen to him explaining about be bathroom and sheets.

"New bedding would be great" she finally managed to say. She was in over her head. She didn't know how to handle this situation. She needed to talk to her boss ASAP... Maybe in the shower.

"I've never been part of an organized prostitution ring" she said. That much was true. "I've always been on my own so this is all a little different for me". She hesitated. "By the way, I AM grateful you claimed me. Garen isn't exactly my first pick of men" she admitted, regaining some of her composure and joking lightly although she was sure it was obvious that something was wrong with her. She just hoped he couldn't guess what.
 
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