Deep Undercover (Closed)

[NeoBard]

"You can help yourself to the sheets I assume. Just don't get caught in there." He then laughed loudly again, a genuinely infectious laugh that fit his size and changed his whole demanor for a moment. He suddenly realised what he was doing and wondered why he had so easily slipped into the 'real' him. "I don't think Garen is anyones first pick when it comes to men." He grinned, "But then neither am I." He was back to his gruff self.

"Just between you and me miss. It's obvious you've not been part of an organized ring. I don't know why you're here but you have alot to learn and you had better learn it quickly." With that he turned and was out the door before she could offer another thought or question. He slammed his own door loudly and threw himself on to the bed, his hands flying to his face as he let out a deep breath. "Well you've done it now John." He muttered out loud. John being his real name.

Why was he so kind? It had nearly blown his cover once or twice before but he had never gone this far. Sure she was good looking, those legs...and the way anything she wore hugged her curves in all the right place...he shook his head. Get over it. Don't lose your life, heck even your job, all for the sake of lust. But it wasn't lust and he knew that. If it was lust he could have taken her, could have talked her into some action even tonight.

He turned over in his bed then pushed himself back to his feet. He walked over to the mirror and stripped off his jacket before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He eyes his skin, so many scars and knocks since he had joined the Bureau. He was no longer a pretty sight even if he kept in shape. The stress of his current job often knotted his muscles and aggravated his neck. He had pinched a nerve there just a few weeks ago and kept trying to loosen it up.

He sighed, stripping down to his boxers before throwing himself onto the bed. A bed, a mirror and a wardrobe. There was nothing else to this room. He ran through a mental check list. Tomorrow was the drop day. He had to get the papers from his house in town, list off any new material and drop it off. He would mention Maddie, the Bureau could then call the shots on what he was to do with her. It'd be a week before he received any reply. Being in deep cover meant he had a little more freedom to run with his guts and instincts.

Then his eyes were firmly closed and he was asleep.

 

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That grin.... Maddie thought to herself. It was enough to make any woman swoon for him. He looked like more than just an everyday thug when he smiled... He looked like he actually might are about some things. The moment passed and he warned her to learn fast how to be a part of the ring. The warnin had an ominous ring to it.

With that he slammed out of the room leaving her once again alone. She stood, staring at the closed door, for a few moments and then grabbe some personal items and slipped into the adjoining room to get a shower. She turned the water on hot and let it run, filling the room with steam so that hopefully if there was a camera, the view would be obscurred. She then pulled out a small cell phone and tapped out a text to her boss.

"Manuel can see into the room for prostitutes. Drugs are a no-go. Suggestions?"

She undressed as she waited for a reply. She knew it would come immediately as her boss was waitin for her to check in. Within moments the phone buzzed.

"Do what you have to. Make sure you use protection".

Maddie felt her knees go weak. He actually wanted her to have sex with these men? Sure, she knew that this situation could come down to that but she was hoping there were other options. Her stomach churned and she bolted for the toilet, throwing up into it as nerves overwhelmed her.

"Attractive" she muttered to herself after her stomach had settled. She stood, brushed her teeth and then proceeded to nearly scrub her skin raw in the shower before getting out, redressing and tracking down bed linens. By the time she had changed all of that, her eyes were growing heavy and she immediately fell sound asleep on the bed, unsure of when or by whom she would be awakened.

 

[NeoBard]

"Time to wake up. Boss wants to see you." It wasn't the kindest welcome and it wasn't the most harsh either. Unbeknownst to her Marcus had actually waited a minute. She had seemed to fragile and pure while she slept. Her eyes fluttering softly behind the closed lids. Her head barely peering above the smooth sheets. But wake her he had to, before his thoughts took him other places and before they were both late.

He had already thrown some clothes onto the bed, just regular jeans and a tank top. "Wear these." He grunted, "You won't be doing anything special, just hearing whether you are in or out." He was all business and he moved to the window again, purposefully looking away from her this time, almost gentleman like as she changed.

Once she was dressed he began listing things off to her, "Be respectful, always let him speak first, never look away when he speaks to you, hold his gaze firm but don't contradict what he says. Ever. Don't taunt Garen, make sure you're never alone with him. I told him I fucked you last night but you drive him crazy, his type I guess, so he might still try something."

He opened the door grabbing her elbow and ushering her out before letting go, "Quickly, follow me, don't say anything until we enter Manuel's office. Have you brushed your teeth? No. Go, do it." He shooed her back the way they had come, opening her bedroom door again and waiting, watching her as she swished her feminine figure across the room, her ass tight in the firm cutting jeans, her hips....he looked away. "Make it quick."

 

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Maddie awakened to a gruff voice. Her initial reaction was adrenaline as she sat up in the unknown surroundings. Then she remembered where she was and realized who was speaking to her. It was Marcus. Her eyes connected with his for a brief moment and her stomach fluttered.

Marcus explained that she was going to go have a meeting with Manuel. There were clothes on the bed and she was surprised when Marcus turned to give her privacy as she chaged. The clothes fit perfectly, surprisingly.

As she walked up to him Marcus began firing off instructions left and right, leaving Maddie scrambling to keep up. She mentally made notes for herself about what to do and not do. She was nervous as hell about the upcoming meeting. What if her acting skills hadn't convinced greeves?

Marcus instructed her to go brush her teeth quickly and she did, taking the time to wash her face as well and run a brush through her hair. Finally she went and met with Marcus again.

"I'm nervous" she admitted, although she could have kicked herself for it. For showing that vulnerability. She couldn't afford to be vulnerable here, even with Marcus, who for some reason, she felt comfortable with.

 

[NeoBard]

"Never say that again." He almost barked it out. What was this? Basic training? His mind was fully made up, she was definitely a plant and any lingering doubts he had were now gone. But he wondered why anyone would send her in on this role. She held herself together okay in front of Manuel the other day but this morning she seemed to be falling apart. He led her briskly down the stairs and back to the red room.

He looked her over before the stepped in. They hadn't seen Garen yet so Garen was obviously inside and she needed to be prepared for his leering stare. If that meant giving her another moment to ponder and brace herself then so be it. He would have words with her after, find out what was really going on. But how to approach it? As a bodyguard he should report this to Manuel, and she would know that. If he didn't report it he would give something of his own position away. He had to mull it over or just play dumb.

He gave her a look, one that even he didn't know what it meant. It conveyed perhaps his concern, his annoyance, his frustrations and his hope. Maybe it conveyed something else too, he didn't know and he turned away from her as soon as he could. He was dressed again in the business attire of yesterday, all guns concealed. His large firm hands grasped the door handle and turned, as his frame pushed into it and it opened smoothly.

"Manuel, she's here like you ordered sir." He stood to the side then, watching her for a moment more. Then he made eye contact with Garen who looked away almost instantly. Garen took up the window position, watching the outside, which meant Marcus would watch the door and they would both intermittently watch her. He was positive she didn't have it in her to kill Manuel and so his guard was down a little...but then it occured to him. What if he was the target? What if Manuel suspected and sent her to engrace herself to him all to see how he would react? He cursed under his breath...if that was the case then he'd know within the day because he'd probably already given himself away.

 

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Maddie jumped slightly when Marcus snappe at her to not say that, and then berated herself. He was right. Why would she admit such a weakness to this criminal? No matter what strange connection she felt with him she couldn't let her guard down, not even for a second.

They had reached the same room from the day before by then and she stood there silently, her lips pressed in a thin line as Marcus seemingly studied her. She didn't know what he was looking at and it made her want to squirm, although she resisted. Then he gave her a look full of emotion- more emotion than she had ever seen him express. The officer in her began analyzing it immediately. Concern. Hope. Maybe even some caring? She couldn't be sure.

Before she could think it over anymore he opened the door and ushered her in, announcing her presence to Manuel. Garen was in the room and she fought then urge to glare at him... Or lash out at him.

She waited quietly, as Marcus had instructed. Don't speak until he did. She did, however, keep eye contact, as Marcus had suggested.

Manuel stared at Maddie for what seemed an eternity before finally speaking.

"Mr. Greeves had very high compliments for you" he finally said. "He said that you were, and I quote, a complete knockout, and he had never had anyone like you before".

Maddie couldn't help but see the irony. Yeah, she had been a knockout alright.

Manuel sat back in his chair and glanced at Marcus. "Opinions?" he questioned Marcus, obviously trusting his opinion, although Maddie wasn't sure if he knew that she and Marcus had supposedly fucked the night before or not.

 

[NeoBard]

"I think she'll do fine. She can obviously please the clientel." He grinned mischeviously, "Not that Greeves is the best judge of that." Manuel and he shared their own chuckle and Manuel nodded. "That is true, but she pleased him and that means I can move her on to other clients." Garcia stood and walked around to Maddie, tipping her chin upwards, "We have traditions around here Maddie. Once you begin working for me one of my men can 'own' you if they wish."

He waited for Maddies reaction then continued, "It means that although you still service the clients, when you're not busy with the clients you can be busy with that particular man of mine." He walked around her, "And from what I hear, Marcus might want to choose you." This time Garcia looked at Garen and then back at Marcus who seemed a little surprised. "What say you Marcus?"

The bodyguard just stood there a moment as if deep in thought, "We did have a good time last night." He smiled leeringly and then pulled back on Maddies hair - it appeared rough but it wasn't, and he hoped Maddie would catch on quickly as he also took her shoulder and drew her back against his chest, running his hand upwards over her body, then taking her arms and spreading them wide as if measuring her. "I think I like her more than any of the others Garen has so overwhelmingly seen to."

He was reminding them that this wasn't unusual, that even though he'd never picked a woman before he still had that right and it wasn't out of his realm of responsibility. "That means no one else gets to lay a finger on her though." It wasn't a question but a re stating of the rules, his eyes pointedly placed on Garen as he did so, "Or there will be more than scratches to pay."

It was an odd system they had here, one where in they trusted each other with their physical lives and yet at the same time wouldn't trust one another more than they could throw them. "I understand you have a meeting with the dealers tonight. She'll be wanted there and I can help her prepare. I do however, have the afternoon free during which time I'll need to return home for some extra things." That was also not unusual, but he didn't want any doubts to creep in about his schedule, about why he was leaving so soon after claiming a woman.

 

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Maddie listened as Manuel and Marcus discussed her as if she were a piece of furniture they were considering buying, or a new car they were taking for a test drive. How could they treat women like that regularly? How did women put up with it? Inside, her blood was boiling and she ached to put them in their places, but knew she couldn't do that.

Instead, she merely remained quiet. Nodding and speaking whe appropriate- which wasn't often. When Marcus spoke about her she detected a slight change in his demeanor. So slight that no one else probably even noticed. But he softened some when he spoke about her. Maybe she could use this to her advantage?

Marcus grabbed her hair and roughly pulled it, jerking her chin up and her head back, but he managed to do it so that it didn't hurt a bit. In fact it sent shots of pleasure coursing through her veins. His large , capable hands trailed up her belly to her arms and she leaned back into the embrace, seemingly loving it... Which was true. She WAS loving the feel of his hands on her body. It was so wrong, yet felt amazing.

His voice grew hard when he spoke of noone else touching her while she were his and she realized a territorial, almost protective undertone to his speech. She remained against him, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles pressed to her back, as they continued to speak

Something about a meeting with dealers, and Marcus preparing her. What dealers did he mean? What was this meeting all about. She needed more details, and fast. Finally, Manuel dismissed them, saying Maddie was officially a member of the ring. Victory soared through her and she couldn't stop smiling. She'd done it. Manuel dismissed them and Marcus led her From the room, heading back she supposed, to her personal room.

 

[NeoBard]

Marcus could swear that Maddie enjoyed it when he felt her up, even when he tugged her hair. He tried to clear his mind, had she and how did that make him feel? Because a shot of arousal had coursed through his chiselled body as the idea rushed through him. He therefore scowled to hide it as he ushered her from the room.

"Garen's mistress will be here in an hour, they'll take one of the rooms upstairs i'm sure. You are free to wander the rooms upstairs as you will, though I recommend being careful and staying out of his way. Meantime, I can answer any questions you might have." He hadn't looked at her during this conversation at all but as they reached the stairs he turned back around and now glared her way, "And you will answer any questions that I have." He then proceeded upwards.

"I have to leave this afternoon, you'll be left alone. Keep your door locked and stay out of sight till the dealers arrive. At which point you'll be expected to perform again. He'll probably make you dance and maybe one of them will want you. From then on your personal fancies will be of more use than anything I can tell you."

 

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Maddie felt like she was scrambling to keep up with Marcus, both physically and mentally. He was spouting off directions and orders left and right. It went against her grain to accept them without hesitation. He was so bossy. Almost like some of the men in the bureau that she knew. High hands criminals, she thought with a short scowl.

He told her she would answer any questions he had and he would answer any she had and she nodded, her heart racing. Was she prepared to be questioned by this man? His mere presence seemed to turn her brain to mush. Shaking her head to dispel the thoughts she focused on what he was saying.

She would have to perform again that night for dealers.

"What kind of dealers?" she asked softly as she followed behind Marcus up the stairs towards the room. She wanted as much as information as she could possibly Get so she could pass it on to her boss when the chance arose.

"And will you be there tonight?"

What a stupid ass question. Why did it matter if Marcus was there?? She shouldn't have asked that. Her face blushed sligtly red as she tried to focus her mind. Brain sees Marcus, turns into mush. Damn. She nearly groaned in frustration.

 

[NeoBard]

Marcus looked at her incredulously, "What kind of dealers?" He spoke it slowly and back towards her. "There's only one kind of dealer that Manuel deals with, the successful kind." Who was this woman really?

"I'll be there if Manuel requires it. You've only met Garen and I but there are four or five of us. All equally as good and valuable. Manuel will never meet with anyone without at least two of us within sight."

Truthfully he had no idea whether he would be there or not. It really would be up to Garcia to decide. Usually he was chosen for nights like these. He didn't partake of the cocktails or mixes, his mind was always clear. Most of the others took one or two samples when they could. Then as the night progressed they became more and more unaware of their surroundings and virtually useless in their role. He snorted, he had such disdain for all of them, wastes of space and waste of humanity.

Finally they reached Maddies room again and once inside he bolted the door firmly behind them and spoke in a hushed whisper, "Now you will tell me who you really are." He loomed over her, trying to be threatening, "I've dealt with enough of you to know that your story doesn't add up. A prostitute who has issues undressing in front of a man and will face down the mob boss himself." He shook his head, "You either have a death wish or a higher purpose." He laughed, "So which ring sent you and why?"

He crossed his arms waiting for an answer. The fact that he suspected this and hadn't turned her in should provide an opportunity for her. That is what he was hoping for. Here is a bodyguard that knows of a possible threat and hasn't told his boss. She was probably thinking now that he is a man that can be used, twisted, turned and made into a betrayer to bring the mob boss down. From his perspective, he was thinking here was a woman that could provide a link to another mob, another group of dealers so that the F.B.I. can broaden its reach and bring down some more.

 

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Maddie nodded at Marcus's explanation of whether he might be there or not. She found herself fervently wishing that he would be. She felt safer with him around for some reason that only God knew. She took a deep breath as they reached her door and she walked in, followed closely by Marcus.

Before she knew what was happening Marcus had turned on her and had her pinned against the wall. He demanded to know who she truly was and she felt the blood drain from her face. He was crowding her space and her reflex was to get away from his hulking frame so she shoved with all her might. It wasn't much but it created enough space for her to slip through and she put some distance between them. Moving to the other side of the bed she stared intently at him.

"I told you my story" she said, working hard to keep her voice calm. "I'm not associated with anybody else. It's just me, myself and I".

She couldn't admit to him who she truly was. No matter how bad she wanted to get in his good graces in order to gain more info. She could reveal her cover.

 

[NeoBard]

He scowled, "Of course it is darling, of course it is." He left her standing there and walked towards the doors. "If you want my help you'll have to be a little more forthcoming than that and a lot more careful that others don't figure our your lying. "Now, you have most of the day to yourself, I have an errand to run. Use your time well."

With that he had gone again. IT seemed like all he did was yell at her, take her to the room and scowl. He couldn't let himself dwell on that too much. He had been given leave to go home and collect what he needed for the next few nights and days. After dealer meetings things were always more tight. Manuel himself was careful, but cops would follow the dealers and sometimes trace them all the way to Garcias. Garcia had to make sure everything appeared normal. No guns would show in the next few days, Marcus and Garen would act as bodyguards and security guards for the house. Manuel would see no other visitors for a while.

Such were dealer meetings. Or rather parties. For the night of it security was super buffed. They ran patrols every five minutes. Manuel let his dealers sample some of the new street brands, they were all wasted and high within a matter of hours. Few remembered what happened and all the dealers knew, was that Manuel had given them a good time. Manuel left the night knowing he had secured their loyalty for another few months and everyone left happy.

Except for sometimes the girls ,the girls often left having been mis-treated, even for a prostitute. Sometimes they were lucky though and Marcus hoped tonight was one of those nights. He didn't like the thought of anyones hands being on Maddie's body. He reached his car and started it quickly. Why had he stepped out on a limb like this for her? He found her attractive that much was true but it was more than that. Something else about her that played to his protective instincts. Something that made him want to make sure no one touched her, no one did anything to her. It was that which made him claim her and that thought which drove him crazy, because he might be there tonight, watching her get fucked by who knows how many men. And he'd have to act indifferent to it all. Life undercover really sucked.

 

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Maddie frowned as Marcus stated that he obviously didn't below her. He thought she was associated with some other criminals. Better than him guessing the true story, she guessed. She watched as he slammed out the door, and then stood there, lost in thought. Finally she moved and lay down on the bed, sighing.

Somehow she actually fell asleep, and awoke later that day when the sun was finally sinking lower in the sky. She quickly moved and got a shower, cleaning and shaving her entire body, before sneaking back into her room to dress. She put on the tiniest black dress she had ever seen in her life. It showed the entire bottom curve of her ass, and was so low cut she couldn't even wear a bra. Thank god her breasts were naturally perky.

She had just finished doing her hair and makeup when there was a knock on the door. It wasn't Marcus. He never knocked. She opened the door to a man she hadn't met who brought her down to a large room she had never been in before. There was a ton of seating in the room, a large screen tv, and music equipment as well as a bar.

Manuel was already there and her heart sank when Marcus wasn't there. Please god, she prayed, let him just be runnin late getting here

 

[NeoBard]

Manuel had called him about a half hour before the party began. He had been walking the perimeter, as was his custom in the early evening if he wasn't sleeping. He had taken a nap when he reached his house, shortly before making the regularly scheduled drop. Later he had returned with enough clothes and bathroom supplies to last him a week. Now finally Manuel had called him and he entered the 'fray' as he had internally called it.

The room was quickly filling. He spied nine or ten dealers already, with a few more on the way. Initially he would take entrance duty. This meant from this point forward he was responsible for searching anyone who entered, ensuring there were no guns or extra stash brought with them. It was an easy job and he was rarely hassled. Those who did cause problems were never invited back.

He froze as he entered the room, spying Maddie in her revealing 'clothing' if you could call them that. He'd seen her naked already but it did nothing to stop the momentary hint of desire that rushed to his eyes. He turned his gaze quickly, best not to dwell too long on that. Wanting a prostitute was not part of the job description, he'd gone too far already.

It was but one more minute later that another dealer arrived, complete with his own black leather get up. Sometimes he wondered what planet these people were from. He took his time searching them, ensuring there were no extra guns within the mansion. This occupied him for the next 30 minutes as dealer after dealer arrived. Finally, when the room was packed his attention was returned to it. The music was blasting, the air already stunk of sweat and body odor. Different flavors of drugs permeated the smoking whisps that strung there way across the room, but there on the table in front of all was Maddie, dancing provocatively and with seeming ease.

His first thought was to turn away but something about the sway of her hips and swell of her breasts kept him there. It was a moment before he realised she was staring at him. He felt uncomfortable with this turn of events but it took him another moment before he could turn away. There she was, quite the entertainer and with a very impressive body. The men would drool over her. His fists clenched hating every minute of it. Well so be it, he'd do his job impassively and hope things never went too far tonight, there wasn't much he could do if they did.

 

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Maddie looked around the room. There were a ton of dealers there. Way more than she could have ever dreamed of. Probably twenty, at least. The smell in the room was revolting... Drugs, sweat, money... Too much of it all. Maddie tried to breather through her mouth as much as possible but it still was enough to make her want to gag.

Manuel pulled her aside briefly and instructed her to dance for the dealers on the table. Heart in her throat, she climbed up. That was when she spotted Marcus at the door, checking people. Why she immediately felt better she didn't know... Thankful for taking so many dance classes at gyms, Maddie began to move to the music. Her hops rotated and shook with the beat, her tits perilously close to spilling from the dress, and her ass showing more and more.

She focused on Marcus, pretending it was only him watching and no one else. That made it easier for her to put on a good show for the men around her. She watches as men snorted drugs, smoked them, ate them, injected them... It was sickening.

At one point a man who had just snorted some kind of pill stood and lumbered over to her, placing both hands on her hips.

"Aye mami. Shake dat ass" he slurred before slapping her ass hard enough to hurt. Another man chimed in.

"She liked being slapped, do it again!"

A hand landed another blow to her almost bare ass. Maddie instinctively jerked away from the pain, which seemed to enrage the man. He latched onto both of her wrists and yanked, causing her to stumble forward and off of the table onto her knees before him. Maddie winced but made no noise as the pain shot through her legs.

"You must be new here" the man sneered. "Bitches don't get to pull away". Men all around we're laughing and Maddie forced her face to remain passive.

The man's hand found her chin and squeezed tightly, painfully, before he smacked her. "Maybe we should put you to use" he bellowed before taking her hair so hard in his hand that some ripped, and literally shoving her face against the hard ridge of his cock beneath his trousers.

She almost gagged at the smell of body odor wafting off of him and her eyes watered in pain. She better get a huge bonus for this job, she thought to herself.

 

[NeoBard]

Marcus was back at a window, peering out into the darkness beyond. A foolish thing really. He couldn't see anything out there and they could see him clearly, a silhouette as it were. But he didn't want to watch what was happening inside. One of the men had taken her and thrust her mouth to his bulging cock. What was about to happen he didn't want to watch.

He moved towards the far wall, still somehow being pulled back towards the events in the middle. It things went too far it would turn into a gang bang. Then maybe he'd be able to get in the middle of it and pull her away, but by then she'd have been with a bunch of the guys already. He snorted in disgust and watched the other guard viewing the proceedings entranced.

Marcus turned his eyes to Manuel. He lay back on his sofa, totally in control. He never took stuff, ever. He delivered it, he made money from it but he never took it. And so he watched as they made light of his new prostitute. He loved every moment of it, his face stretched in a permanently leering smile, silently condoning each act. One day...one day very soon he'd get what's coming for him but today was not that day.

They were waiting to see if they could grab another mob boss in the raids. He was close to one, Jermain Marcello. He was a close confidant of Manuel's and they often did deals together. Both would meet a month from Friday and Marcus was working over time to try and catch them both. He needed one more conversation to make sure they'd be there and they could bring down both operations entirely. Otherwise it wasn't worth the risk for there were others working undercover at Jermain's place.

 

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Maddie squeezed her eyes shut as the man before her unzipped his fly. God, she couldn't do this. She resisted the urge to gag. The man pulled his small, yet rock hard cock out of his pants and smacked it against Maddie's cheek. Obediently she opened her mouth and let the man shove his dick in her mouth. She forced herself to not gag, and took the cock in her mouth, ignoring the smell and taste.

She shut out her senses completely like she did when on a murder scene or something gruesome like that. She allowed the man to fuck her mouth, surprised when he didn't try to actually fuck her.

"This bitch's mouth is fucking amazing" he grunted as he plowed his cock in and out of her. Finally he spurted his salty cum into her mouth and told her to swallow, which she did obediently. She noticed then that several men were leaving or passed out by then.

Another man who could barely walk came up to her and thrust his cock at her lips as well. He tried to get his cock in her mouth and missed the first time. Finally he got it in and clumsily thrust a few times before almost immediately cumming, which she swallowed as well.

Maddie was surprised when no one else stepped up. What the hell? Weren't these guys supposed to fuck her? Not that she was complaining but...

Manuel stepped up and patted her ass. "Maddie, seems like the drugs were a little stronger than usual tonight. You're in luck. No one else will be needing your services. Marcus? Escort her to her room please. You are both dismissed".

Maddie wanted nothing more than a toothbrush and a bottle of mouth wash at that moment. Shame and disgust filled her as she cast her eyes downward as she walked towards the door, righting her dress as she moved. She didn't make eye contact with Marcus as she walked out, having problems dealing with what she had just done.

 

[NeoBard]

As Manuel called his name he glanced over and realised that while he had distracted his mind elsewhere the party had ended. He now had to escort Maddie back to her room. He sighed, it was all he did these days, escort such and such and so and so. He looked at Maddie but she wouldn't meet his gaze so he just led her through the hall and back up the stairs.

As they passed out of earshot from Manuel he uttered so only she could hear, "Real slut tonight, I guess you do know your job well." He didn't know where the jealousy had come from but he wished he could take back the words the moment he had said them. It wasn't her fault and she was a prostitute after all. "I don't know why I said that." It was as close to an apology as he would give.

He pushed open the door to her room and led her in. "You're lucky they passed out so quickly, on occassion they have gone all night." He pulled the curtains closed, walked over to the false wardrobe and stepped through. "IF you want to be a washing you had best do it soon. Manuel will be up here soon. I give it maybe ten or fifteen minutes at best. He'll want to see some more action." He hope that right now she didn't ask about it, but he realised that because of the short length of the party that the action was going to have to come from either Garen and his woman or Marcus and Maddie...but all he could think about was Maddies mouth sucking off some drug dealers cock.

He ran a hand over his eyes as if trying to vanish the image. Why it had made a strong impression he didn't know and where the green eyed rage of jealousy had come from he didn't know. What he did know was that if he were she, he'd want to be cleaned washed and in bed before Manuel arrived.

 

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Maddie heard Marcus's comment and couldn't stop the wince thy crossed her face. Damn, why did that hurt so much? He was nothin but a common street thug anyway. It shouldn't matter to her what he thought, dammit. He didn't apologize and she didn't look at him as she brushed past him into her room.

He suggested she go wash if she wanted to because Manuel would want more action. This caused her to pause.

"Me and you?" she asked hesitantly.

After he answered she walked to the bathroom and immediately began scrubbing her mouth with a toothbrush and huge amount of toothpaste. She didn't shut the door, just left it open, and Marcus could probably see exactly what she was doing. She didnt care. She next gargled mouthwash twice as spit it out before looking at herself in the mirror.

She didn't like what she saw. Instead of her normal self she saw a drawn out looking woman who had compromised her morals for her job. Shaking her head she slapped the light off with more force than necessary and returned to her room where Marcus was waiting.

She stripped without hesitation this time... Marcus had seen her after all. She then pulled on a black corset and matching panties, figuring she should dress sexy if Manuel were going to want a show. She finally looked marcus in the eye. Her own eyes looked haunted and sad as she gazed at him.

"Now what?" she asked quietly.

 

[NeoBard]

"You and me possibly." He muttered, hardly willing to admit it himself. "Often times it's Garen and whoever he is wish. It could have been Garen and you." He shook his head, watching her go, leaning against the wall as he saw the amount of scrubbing and washing she did on her teeth and mouth. Maybe she didn't enjoy that, not one ounce at all.

The ease with which she stripped after they had returned surprised him. It was almost familiar, as if she recognized he had seen her body and she had borne her entire soul before him. He felt a tad ashamed at this, his face suddenly flushing crimson. He didn't hide it from her although he was sure she could tell. She probably figured he was used to this, but he wasn't. In fact Manuel had never once watched him have sex with someone...and he had never once had sex with anyone while doing this job. He realised that as soon as he had committed himself to Maddie and made Maddie his whore, that was all about to change.

Manuel would want to see what they got up to. He heard him talk about Garen's nights often enough. He sighed and sat on the end of the bed, beckoning Maddie to him. As she neared he reached out a strong firm hand and gently caressed her cheek, so softly for someone so strong and rough. "What now?" He paused, "Well that depends on you really Maddie."

He drew her up and placed her in his lap almost protectively placing his arms around her but doing nothing else. "We can put on a show just in case or we risk it and not put on a show. I won't force you." He bit his lip, "I'm not like that, not really." His eyes gazed not at her nearly uncovered body and the curves and delicate skin he knew was there, but on her face, forcing her to look at him, "You're not responsible for what those men forced you to do." Why was he saying this? This went far beyond wanting to reach into another drug lords nest, that came from the heart and he realised that his voice had softened up despite the awkward feeling he felt knowing that soon Manuel would be watching.

 

[play_and_ride89]

Maddie watched with weary eyes as Marcus say on the bed. He didn't seem any too pleased with the prospect of having sex with her. And who could blame him after what she had just done? It was disgusting.

He motioned for her to approach and she did, bracing herself for yet another go around of sexual encounters... Only he didn't even touch her in that way. His large, rough palm caressed her cheek almost like a lover, making her eyes widen in surprise and her cheeks color a light pink.

He then pulled her into his lap and she couldn't help but to snuggle deeper into his embrace. In his arms she felt safe and protected from the world outside her door. It wasn't a feeling she could rely on. She could only rely on herself.

"You won't force me?" she repeated, sounding like an incredulous parrot. "I... I can't lose this job so I need to do whatever I need to in order to please Garcia."

His next words struck her directly in the chest and to her complete dismay she felt tears pool in her eyes. She NEVER cried. Never. In the bureau se was known as being stoic and heartless, cold. Blinking rapidly she cleared her eyes.

"It's my job to do stuff like that" she said, her voice almost bitter.

She was losing control of the situation, letting him see too much. She had to rein herself in quickly. She didn't move out of his arms but she put an emotional barrier up. She couldn't get lost in this criminal. He was a thug, albeit a caring one.

 

[NeoBard]

She cried, he blinked. She stopped, he blinked again.
"Your job...of course it is." He sighed, "But people don't have to like their jobs and you most obviously do not like yours." He thought quickly, Manuel would be arriving any moment and they were both in trouble if they didn't do anything. She probably didn't quite realised the full extent of what that trouble meant and he would blow two years of hard work to be discovered this way. He braced himself then drew his fingers through her long blonde hair allowing her scent to breeze his way.

In so many ways she seemed like just a child, innocent of everything going on around her. He wondered who had forced her into this position and he silently cursed them. He read people well and she was no prostitute and now he had to protect her the only way he knew how in this rapidly changing scenario.

One hand in her hair he drew his lips softly to her lips and brushed lightly across the curve of her mouth, tasting only the minty breath of her toothpaste. His free hand held her hips gently, almost lovingly and his eyes remained open, watching her, taking his cues about how far was too far and where not to push it.

His hand shook slightly, he was nervous for behind the wardrobe on the opposite wall would not doubt be Manuel and any moment he would be watching them, getting his turn on from what they did behind supposedly closed walls. He hated him for everything he had done and for this. The fact that he would make the two of them sleep together and there was nothing he, Marcus, could do to prevent it.

His lips brushed again against her own and he kissed gently, tenderly along her jaw line, his words the faintest whisper in her ear as his breath led that way. "I won't use you Maddie, I'll never use you." And he brushed them back along her tender skin before taking her lower lip within his mouth and tugging on it gently. Now it was her turn, she would react or she would squirm and he wasn't going to ravage her, he'd rather lose the two years of work than do that. For her sake though, and he was startled, somewhat for his, he wanted her response.

 

[play_and_ride89]

Maddie heard his words and nodded. It was true. She felt his strong hand run through her long hair in a gentle motion. Would he remain this gentle throughout? Or would things change if Garcia came to watch them? She couldn't help but wonder. She knew what was happening, but to her surprise, she didn't feel the same dread that she had before. Something about Marcus made her not feel like a whore... She didn't know why a thug was being so nice? It didn't add up.

She felt his breath upon her lips a mere second before he kissed her. The kiss sent an almost electric shock through her body. It was more thrilling than she had imagined. His other hand remained on her hip, stroking slightly, unknowingly sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She felt his lips move down her sensitive jawline to her ear and shuddered in pleasure as goosebumps raced across her skin. His words though... His words were her undoing. She knew better than to trust him, to believe him, but right now she needed him. Needed to feel that emotion.

He tugged gently on her lip with his teeth and she nearly came undone. She wound her arms around his neck and pulled herself close, crushing her cheat against his hard one, and pressing her lips tightly to his, her tongue snaking out to trace his lips.

She shifted her body so that he was straddling his lap, her thighs on the outside of his, her womanhood mere inches from his own desire. Suddenly she could get enough of him, kissing him deeper, pulling him closer, trying to touch him from head to toe.

Her breath grew more ragged and shudders of pleasure racked her body... She was a goner.

 

[NeoBard]

As her chest pushed against his he could feel the solid curve of her breasts and then her lips met his own again and her tongue searched inward, tracing the line of his mouth. And he wanted her. Everything within him wanted her. Her arms reached up around his neck and her legs reached around his, straddling him as she sat upon his lap.

Her kisses were deeper, more passionate that he had any right to expect and he responded. He ground his hips upward the instant hardness of his manhood half surprising him as he pushed it against her heat, through the paper thin clothing of his pants.

His tongue searched for hers, it caressed hers, danced with it as their lips meshed and molded, feeling their bodies meld together as their heat ignited. His hand continued its now frenzied path through the lustrous waves of her hair as his other left her hip, fingers spreading so wide and firm, up over her back, tracing the arch of her body and running upwards and downwards, touching her as fully as he could.

Her breath grew ragged and he wondered at the intensity of her desire, breathing heavily himself as he dropped his hand from her hair, purposefully unbuttoning his shirt after throwing his jacket to the floor. It was half undone, baring his cold firm chest as his other hand now curved to her front, cupping her breasts wantonly, then slipping beneath her corset to touch the skin of her midsection, loosening her own revealing clothing as their heat became more inflamed.