Jade in the Rough Alt Timeline (closed for desperado1089)

[victoria_cummings]

(OOC: So I was approached by desperado1089 for an idea for my Jade in the Rough thread. I thought it was a good idea not to try, but at the same time didn't want to lose the original theme of the thread so decided to make an alt timeline thread. The original thread will still be going of course. The setting and such can be found in original thread.)

It was 11:59 pm Saturday night, just a few seconds till midnight. Jade was secured to a St. Andrew’s cross, she was blindfolded and gagged. A man with green mohawk, back and arms covered in tattoos, was choking her as he was thrusting his throbbing member into her. Just as the clock struck midnight, in barged in Natasha along with her two bodyguards Roco and Ricky.

“All right time’s up, you must leave now.”

The green mohawked man turned to her, vodka on his breath shouted. “I aint finished yet you old slag!” That’s when Roco grabbed the guy by the shoulder and tossed him to the ground, withdrawing his pistol from shoulder holster and pointed at his chest.

“You heard the woman, Get moving!” The punk looking man scrambled to his feet, bolted out the door of the dungeon behind Jade’s room, picked up his clothes and tried getting them on in a hurry as Roco kept approaching mencily.

At the same time, Natasha started to unlock Jade from her binds as she also injected her neck with high does of sedatives. She removed the gag but kept the blindfold on as she let Ricky take hold of her and carry her to her bed. “You get your rest now and Ricky set her weekly allowance on the nightstand.” With that said Jade was placed on the bed as Ricky pulled out an envelope of cash and set it on the nightstand. They let Jade sleep as they left the room.

It was 9 am when Jade finally woke up. She took off the blindfold and went to shower. After a brisk shower, applying makeup and getting dressed, it was 9:30 as she grabbed the envelope with 250 worth in cash, stuffing it into her purse. Natasha must have been feeling generous cause it was 150 more than usual. She did have some saved from last week but it was nice to have extra spending cash. She grabbed two insulated shopping bags, exited her room and out the back door of the brothel cause Natasha didn’t want her seen exiting the front lobby.

The cold Moscow winter winds blew around Jade, causing her to pull her denim jacket closer around her and pull her stockings all the way up as she walked two blocks to the nearest bus stop. She took the bus to the poorer side of town which was an hour’s worth trip, as so no one could associate her with the Golden Palace brothel and bother her. This was also where the cheapest grocery stores were so it made saving money a bit easier. Jade shopped around for about about 30 minutes before heading back to the brothel to restock her fridge and cupboards.

By this time it was past noon and Jade was starving and made sure to save enough so she could get some fast food for she didn’t like spending her only free day at the brothel if she could help it. She went to her favorite burger place, ordered her usual bacon cheeseburger large fries and Dr. Pepper and sat down in the corner. It had been over 5 years now since she had been home and this was the only reminder she had. It was the one little comfort she had that took her mind off the hellscape she was in. As she ate she thought she noticed someone looking at her through the window, She glanced over and saw it was Dmitri Kazzan, head of the brothel licensing department, the person who was responsible for making her life easier. She gave him a nod as he walked by.

After he passed by Jade happened to glance to her right in the restaurant and thought someone else was staring at her. She wasn’t for sure but just had the feeling like she was being watched. Her phone was bugged so Natasha had a way to track her that way, so there was no reason to keep a goon on her all day. Finishing her meal, Jade got up, threw her garbage away and was heading out the door. She glanced to see if anyone was following her and decided to duck into a nearby lingerie shop hoping whoever may be tailing her she would lose them.

 

[desperado1089]

The cold Moscow winter had been a tad unexpected for CIA Agent Jack Kirscher, yet he quickly got used to it. As a member of the newly-formed Agency arm of the multi-disciplinary International Sex Trafficking Task Force, it was the job of him and his colleagues to apply the Agency's special skillset to infiltrating semi-hostile or enemy nations and territories with the goal of finding and rescuing American victims of sex trafficking. He was glad a President finally saw just how much good it would do to come after these criminals with all we had at our disposal.

Looking back to his briefing, he remembered how he thought to himself, this Natasha's dossier reads like the phone book. Shaking off the memories of the recent past, he noticed his quarry had ducked into the nearby lingerie boutique. She must have noticed him, or sensed his presence. Jack smiled, pleased that she possessed such good instincts, and walked past the shop at a respectable pace, yet making sure to audibly whistle the first few bars of the US National Anthem; perhaps she would hear this and realize that there was a mongoose with her here in this pit of cobras. A friendly mongoose who was gonna get her out of here or die trying.

 

[victoria_cummings]

Once inside the shop, Jade went to the furthest part of the store, all the way to the back and started to pretend to browse through the racks. All the stuff was way out of her price range to begin with, even if she didn't spend most of the allowance Natasha gave her of her earnings for the week. She found a teddy nightgown that left very little to the imagination and asked to be lead to the dressing rooms.

In the dressing room, Jade sat down and took a deep breath to try calm herself. She could just hide in here and hope she did lose who ever was following her. She wasn't sure who, but she was sure she was being followed. The second option, was one she didn't like, but was only for emergencies. This option was also scary cause she'd rather not deal with them but Natasha's men were intimidating. They didn't seem to have the same malice as Natasha towards her, but they carried out her orders without remorse when commanded.

She calmed herself enough to dial Ricky.

Back at the front desk of the Golden Palace, Ricky's phone buzzed, and he pulled it from his suit jacket. Looking at the number, he wasted no time with any formalities knowing she only called when in trouble.

"Where you at?"

Jade cleared her throat before answering. "I'm at the Jezebel's Temptation clothing store, 4 blocks southwest of the brothel hiding in the changing room I think someone is following me."

"Do you know who, or have a description of the person?"

"I'm sorry I don't."

"Stay right there, I'll bring the car around." Ricky hangs up the phone and turns to the other guard on duty and woman behind the desk taking Natasha's place as she sleeps in her penthouse on the third floor of the brothel.

"The golden goose is spooked, going to pick her up." Ricky goes to the back alley where an expensive yellow European sports car sits and Ricky drives to the clothing store.

 

[desperado1089]

Upon hearing Jade's muffled voice float out of the boutique as he walked away, Jack sighed, thinking that clearly he spooked her a little too much. He made a quick decision to double back and leave a can of Dr. Pepper with the lady at the front of the store, with instructions to give it to the young woman in the back. He also made sure to speak in a very touristy, horrible American accent when he used Russian, even though he spoke it like a native normally. As a last-ditch effort, he actually sung out the first part of the National Anthem before he turned to leave the shop again. He crossed the street, hopped into the waiting sedan, and sped off before the goon squad could show up, saying to the CIA personnel inside, "Hopefully we can report that contact has been made, as fleeting as it was. Back to the safe house." He leaned back against the seat, looking forward to tomorrow even though it was the "hard part."

 

[victoria_cummings]

Ricky raced through the streets on the on the four block stretch between the Golden Palace and Jezebel's Temptations. He was kind of pissed he didn't get a description of the person who was following Jade, or if anyone was actually following Jade at all. He parked the car along the front entrance at an skew angel, knowing only going to be in there for a minute at most. Upon entering the busy shop, Ricky made no effort to slide by people, but instead just brushed against everyone in his way. He even brushed past a guy who was making a fool of himself signing the Star Spangled Banner.

Ricky scanned the crowed store as he made his way back to back dressing rooms. No one really stood out to him besides the Star Spangled Banner guy. Once to the back, Ricky took out his phone and text to Jade. "OPEN THE DOOR, WE'RE LEAVING."

With that said Jade opened the door and went right into his arms. Placing his right arm around her shoulder, he slips her a pair of shades which she puts on without speaking a word. Ricky escorted her to the car opening the rear door for her then getting behind the wheel and took off again.

Jade lowered her eyes as Ricky drove through the streets. It wasn't until he spoke she looked at him through the rear view mirror. "So you didn't notice anything suspicious but felt like you were being followed?"

Jade still slightly shaken, took off the shade and handed back to him. "I already told you, no."

Ricky just gave her a stern glance. "You didn't notice the guy putting on musical theater on the showroom floor?"

Jade on the verge of tears. "NO I didn't get a good look at him. I didn't even hear the fucker until I was HIDING IN THE FUCKING DRESSING ROOM! It's been what over a year since the last stalker, I'M SORRY I DON'T HAVE THE TRAINING OF AN EX KGB AGENT."

With that outburst Jade burst into tears. Ricky pulled into the back alley behind the brothel and let Jade out of the car. "You are worth a lot of money to us. We just need you to be more careful."

"Worth to you as a Natasha's punch bag!" Ricky just ignore the last comment and lead Jade back into her room, where he just let her sulk and watch movies the rest of day until it became midnight and her day off would end.

 

[desperado1089]

Thanks to the tiny bug Jack had placed on Natasha's goon as he brushed past him, he could hear every word that they had said. So, she was so damned spooked that she thought I was a stalker. This is why I signed up for this. So nobody would have to feel the way she does right now. When they reached the part about being a punching bag, it was all Jack could do not to take the SEAL team he had on-call and storm the place right then and there. Subtlety was the name of the game here. And he had to reassure her first and foremost that she was gonna see her parents again, and soon. Any violence committed to make that happen would have to be carefully orchestrated to avoid traumatizing Jade any further.

The next morning, Jack put on his best "hey, I'm a Russian oil heir" suit and strode confidently out the door to the Aston Martin that the CIA was borrowing from their British counterparts. It was certainly not a Bond-mobile but it was fully bulletproof from bumper to bumper. His trip to the Golden Palace was uneventful, and as he strode confidently into the lobby, and announced to Natasha in flawless, Muscovite-accented Russian that he was here for his "reservation at the Jade Moon Inn", he was determined to see this through, for all those victims of trafficking who didn't make it home.

Like his cousin.

It was a sign of the CIA's thoroughness that the ex-KGB hag didn't bat an eyelash as she scooped up the envelope of rubles and led her "client" up to Jade's room without a word. She handed him the key, winked with a sort of "Have fun" expression, and strutted back downstairs. Jack raised his hand to knock, but thought better of it; those who "belonged" here did not knock on Jade's door. He therefore unlocked the door, strode confidently into the room, and kicked the door behind him, proclaiming loudly in his masterful command of Russian, "You are mine for the day. All day," before pulling her close and whispering in her ear, in a Mexican dialect of Spanish, "I am a friend. Please trust me, at least enough not to scream for the guards. I have friends who can fuck with the camera. Would you just like it to have 'technical difficulties', or would you like her to see a fake video of me being like all those other brutes?" He kissed her ear gently but made no other move as he waited for her to answer.

 

[victoria_cummings]

The next day, Natasha, Rocco and Ricky were in her office discussing the events that happened over the last 24 hours. This was right before the shift change where they would take over their shift from the substitute guards and secretary manning the post right now.

"So we have another stalker on our hands? Find him and put him into the ground. I can not have some fuckwit derailing our operation."

Ricky chimed in with even worse news. "Its worse than that. Our old friends at the CIA. I found my suit bugged shortly after bringing home Jade yesterday. I had our friends at the Kremlin confirm it. I even had them pull video from yesterday and found our man. Was sure determined to make a show about being a proud American as well. Jack Kirscher. He's been in the city for weeks it seems" Ricky held a pic of him, he had on his phone."

"Get that pic to all staff, tell them not to let this asshole in this establishment." Natasha commanded. With that a text and email was sent to every staff member who was under Natasha's employment.

They exited her office and set to relief the other shift of their duties. Natasha went up to Sasha who was the fill in secretary for Natasha when Natasha went to bed. Now Sasha admire Natasha so much that she started to dress and do her hair like hers. Natasha thought it was cute and decided Sasha should keep doing it as a body double so no matter what people thought they would be talking to the Madam of the Brothel.

"Anything of note Sasha?" Sasha pulled out a leger showing it to the group.

"A man is with Jade at this moment, but nothing else really."

The three of them went looked like they were about to go berserk. Natasha pulled out her phone and looked at the feed in to Jade's room. "That fucker, we're going to kill that bastard."

That is when Rocco put him arm on her shoulder. "We do that, and we start an international incident. I know you want to destroy America but this is risky. Lets just sit back and watch for now." Natasha opened up her laptop so they could get a better view into the room.

Jade standing there in the same clothes she had worn out of town yesterday in this strange man's arms, frozen in fear. When he whispered into her ear, she shivered. What she recalled yesterday, when she hid in the changing rooms the man singing the American National Anthem, and the Mexican style of Spanish made it clear he was indeed American, but what did he want.

"You're the stalker from yesterday, what do you want? What shit do you mean? What are you trying to pull here" Jade was very frightened and confused. Normally guys would just beat the crap out of her and fuck her, but as far as she was concerned he was playing mind game with her.

 

[desperado1089]

Jack just stood there, and surreptitiously tapped a button on the side of his cell phone, and as far as Natasha and her goons knew, Jack was dragging Jade into the dungeon and strapping her to the cross himself. In reality, Jack knew that was the last thing she wanted, and stepped back when he was satisfied they weren't gonna be interrupted. Knowing that pictures spoke a thousand words, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and pulled up the obituary that he had bookmarked: "Former FBI Agent's Cousin Found Dead in Kiev; Sex Trafficking Suspected in Murder". He handed the phone to Jade, and sat down heavily on the bed, his grief clear to see.

 

[victoria_cummings]

Looking down at the phone, Jade turned her head as she read the article headline. There had been times where she thought she was going to die, but it seemed like anytime someone might take it too far, Natasha, Ricky, and Rocco were they to stop them. She pushed the phone away.

"What does this have to do with me? You come to a whore house just to show them that? Is that how you get your rocks off, scaring working women, into getting out of the business is that it? You on your little crusade to safe the sinners of the world, one whore at a time?"

She went down and sat onto the bed. Even if she wanted to leave she couldn't. All the evidence that she was a US citizen, erased, birth records, passports, drivers license gone, replaced with stuff that stated she was a Russian citizen and thanks to a new labor law passed 6 years ago, she was indebted to Natasha. If she left the country she and caught she would be thrown into Russian prison.

As the three of them watched Jade's feed, the screen flickered but resumed showing Jack dragging Jade into the dungeon, yet they flicked to the dungeon cam that seemed be out of order.

"When was the last time we had a technician to look at the cameras. Get someone on the phone right now. Rocco, go watch the back door, make sure no body leaves that way."

 

[desperado1089]

*Placeholder, original post needs to be refined.*

 

[victoria_cummings]

Jade looked at the contents of the envelope pushed towards her and burst into tears. Seeing her real name on all this stuff, like a memory from long ago, but she had to push it back towards him.

"You think they are going to allow you to just walk out of here with me? They'll have every exit blocked. Even if you do get me out of here, you going to smuggle me out of the country? You know what's going to happen when I get back to America? I'm going to be homeless in a week. I don't have any reputable skills, I don't have any credit. I'd just end up a whore under someone else, and at least here in Russia is regulated, a tiny bit. Just leave and forget about me."

Natasha was getting annoyed that the feed to the room wasn't working properly. She was getting suspicious of what was actually going on. She pushed a silent alarm button behind the desk, which was direct call to the nearest Moscow police stations. They started to mobilize immediately. Most of the officers were corrupt and had their turns abusing Jade on their time off.

Making way down the hall to Jade's room, Natasha slammed open the door. "What's going on in here?"

 

[desperado1089]

*Placeholder; original post needs refinement.*

 

[victoria_cummings]

(OOC: Think I'm going to temporarily close this thread for now. It was a fun idea just wasn't executed how thought it would go)

 

[desperado1089]

(Alright. Apologies, perhaps when/if we try again we should be a little clearer about how we want things to go.)