Warning!!! Adult content and language ahead!!!!

 

When the CIA recruited her, Miki thought it was for her computer and language skills. She figured with seven languages under her belt and an MA is computer sciences, she would be an interpreter or data specialist. But here she was on her first mission and it had nothing to do with computers at all. Strangely, it had everything to do with her mastery of the Russian language.

The clothes she wore were something she would never pick for herself. They put makeup on her! She had to learn to walk in heels for the first time in her life.

Miki wanted to be anywhere but here right now. She was sweating from the heat and pure nerves, and her knees wanted to give out. She wanted to faint, but was fighting it. It was one thing to be the rookie; it was another to be the rookie who passed out on her first assignment. God, she was thirsty.

She was out of her element, and wasn't sure if she could do this. She was more comfortable in sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt. She never thought of herself as “hot”, or even pretty. She definitely didn’t think she was anything like who she was pretending to be.

Before the plane landed in this hell hole, she was just Miki. But as of right now, she was an escort named Masami. They told her she looked the part. Now she had to convince herself to act it. She was surrounded by other agents, but this was still very dangerous.

The com link they gave her was uncomfortable and seemed like it stuck out of her head like a beacon. Someone on the other end was instructing her to get moving. They wanted her inside before too much competition made its way in there. She moved forward with apprehension.

Her assignment was to attract the attention of one of the most wanted men in the world. His lust for young innocent women was the angle they wanted to exploit. Miki was tasked with luring him back to her hotel room where a team would take him down. Miki only hoped she wouldn’t have to do that thing that escorts get paid for. The thought made her stomach turn and she forced it out of her mind.

All she has to do is catch his eye. But she would most likely be among many girls vying for his attention. She had to stand out; give him a reason to look at her and not them. The air conditioning provided needed relief as she entered the building, and as she looked down, she realized something else too. Everyone could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra.

She entered a brightly lit room with a small dance stage in the center of it. As she came closer to the door of the VIP room, she realized it was very dark and she could hear the party going on inside. She couldn’t see much through the very small window except a very intimidating door man.

She wasn’t prepared for this. There was nothing in the briefing about being in a dark room with the target. She silently wondered if her handlers would be able to hear what was going on over the din. Would they know if she got into trouble? Would they get to her in time?

Her heart was racing now, but she steeled herself and knocked lightly on the door as she had been instructed. She smiled at the burly man who opened it for her as she entered.

She had to wait for her eyes to adjust as she entered the room. It smelled of stale cigars, cheap booze and cheaper perfume. The sickly sweet tang hung in her nostrils and she could taste it in the back of her mouth. She wanted to gag. Some unfamiliar music was playing from speakers mounted on the wall. It was loud, but not so you couldn’t hold a conversation. Miki wondered if things could get worse.

Suddenly, it got worse. A huge hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. Forgetting everything, she went on instinct and slapped the hand away.

“Ah, she is a feisty one! I like them feisty!” a deep voice shouted in Russian. Miki looked into the eyes of a giant of a man, and knew from his surveillance photos that this was Ivan Korneschski, the most wanted man in the world. He had no shirt on, and his heavily muscled body glistened with sweat. She nearly choked on her own tongue, and started to back away from him in horror. She had been briefed on his size, but until you see him in person…

Still seated, he reached out with his huge tree trunk-like arms and scooped her up by the waist, proclaiming “come to me, my little gem” in Russian as he pulled her into his chest.

Miki was still going for feisty. His breath stank of vodka and old cigars, and his eyes were glazed over. Her back was starting to feel the effects of his bear hug.

She brought both arms high into the air and slammed down, bringing both elbows down on his collar bones. He grunted and let loose his grip. She glanced at his face as she fell from his clutches. His eyes were wide with surprise, but he was smiling?

She turned to run, but he had already stood up. “Wait!” he shouted in English, his speech heavy with alcohol and a thick Russian accent.

“I am sorry, my gem. Truly is no way to treat proper lady. Please, accept my apology. Come, sit. Have drink with me.” He motioned for her to take the seat next to his.

Miki looked at him cautiously. His face seemed as sincere as any drunk could, and his hand was being offered to her. She looked at him again, and then back to the hand. He motioned one more time for her to sit. Finally, she offered her hand to him. He cupped her tiny hand in his huge mitt, and she tugged it out, placing her hand over his first two fingers. It was safer that way. He offered no resistance.

Sitting down, her eyes had finally adjusted so that she could better survey her surroundings. There were only a couple small tables, but there were easily two dozen chairs scattered all about. In the very center of the room was another stage, with a very nude young girl (was she old enough to be in here?) trying her best to entertain the drunks that were only half watching her.

There were six other men in this room, and at least 20 girls of different age, race, and color. Most were seated around the other men. They seemed to avoid Ivan. Miki wasn’t sure if this was by design or if they were just scared of him. Either way, this worked out in her favor.

Two girls were acting as waitresses, bringing more food and vodka as it was demanded of them. All were scantily dressed. Miki was the only one who was not dressed in next to nothing. She suddenly felt out of place. Her new friend noticed.

“This your first time here?”

She nodded, looking around some more. She wanted to find another exit. There didn’t seem to be one.

“I take it you don’t like this place? I don’t think any girl thinks she will work like this when they come here. But things have way of happening. You get used to it.”

Miki only nodded negatively.

Ivan gestured to his chest and then spread his arms out in a grand gesture.

“I have been here many times. All this time, I look for girl who is different. Not dead in eyes from too much of this…” He waived his hand around the room to make his point. He adjusted himself in the chair and went on.

“All I see are dead eyes in here. Then, you; you walk in here. I can tell you are different. Maybe you are just new. Your eyes, not dead. I wonder to myself what you are doing here. I see you are fresh. I want to take you.”

Miki knew full well what he meant by that.

Over my dead body, she thought. Then she recanted that. She had to fight the image of this beast violating her corpse. Suddenly, she wanted to leave, but knew she couldn’t now.

He leaned toward her and scooped up the bottle of vodka between them, ignoring the glass. She caught another smell of his breath, and decided to breathe from her mouth for the time being. He leaned back and downed the rest of the vodka, some of it spilling down the sides of his mouth.

*God, what a pig!  *She was disgusted, and wanted to strangle the idiot who assigned her this mission. Maybe if she survives it, she would get the chance. It was something to look forward to at any rate.

He held the empty bottle up for one of the waitresses to retrieve and replace it with a fresh one. The girl quickly brought a new bottle, but fumbled with the cap, and he grew impatient. He ripped it from her hands, tore the cap off, took a really big pull of the bottle and wiped his mouth off. His hand swiftly came across his own face and hit the girl square on the mouth. She stifled a cry and scampered off. Miki choked down her own scream and sat straight up in her chair. This caught her off guard. She was shaken, and Ivan noticed.

“Don’t worry. I would never do that to you. She had been terrible waitress all night. You understand, yes?”

Miki nodded, but she was going numb. She tried not to look at the girl in the corner. One of the others had a wet rag and was wiping blood from her mouth. Miki ached to help her, but she had to concentrate on Ivan and her mission. What has she gotten herself into?

“How much is going to cost?” He suddenly asked her.

She suddenly came to her senses.

“What? How much is what going to cost?”

He smirked at her.

“You know,” he said, looking at her crotch. Now she understood. She had to think. They told her what to do when that came up. There was a signal they used here, so that a price was never actually said aloud. Prostitution was highly illegal, so a working girl had to take precautions. She had to remember.

Ah, yes, now she got it. She placed two fingers of her right hand into the palm of her left hand; the signal for two thousand. Was that dollars? She wasn’t sure of the currency here. In fact, she really didn’t know where “here” was…

He nodded his approval, and then moved in closer to her.

Breathe through your mouth, Miki.

“You have room, yes?”

Miki only looked at him. Was it going to be this easy to get him out of here? She couldn’t afford to look too eager.

“I might have a room on the other end of town.” She said in Russian. He looked pleased.

“Oh, you speak my language.” He said back to her in Russian.

“Oh yes, in more ways than one.” She said coyly, then leaned back to pretend to drink the vodka. She forced herself to smile. That was in character, wasn’t it?

Ivan looked her up and down with a very appreciative stare. She could see the wheels turning in his head, and wondered if this is what men looked like when they are undressing a woman with their eyes. She decided it was, and crossed her legs while turning her hips to the side to give him a look at her ass. She put one arm up on the back of her chair and braced her head with her hand, pinup model style.

Be careful, she told herself. Don’t get too far into character.

“I am Nicolai.” He suddenly announced, holding his hand to his chest. For a split second, Miki almost thought she had the wrong guy. But then she realized that someone who does what he does for a living probably doesn’t give his real name a hell of a lot.

“Nice to meet you, Nicolai” she replied, carefully pronouncing his fake name back to him. “I am Masami.”

Her com link was buzzing instructions to her to hurry up and get him out of there. His entourage was going to be there soon, and he would not go anywhere without them once they are at his side. This was her only chance.

She swallowed hard to try to gain courage, then leaned over to her mark and whispered in his ear.

“I want to get out of here.” She tried her best to look alluring.

The hotel room was sparse, but not really bad. The only thing in the room was a bed and a single small table that doubled as a night stand. There was a cordless phone on the stand and a small, very dim lamp. The overhead lights weren’t working, but Miki’s eyes adjusted faster now that it was dark outside.

Ivan stripped off to his shirt, and went to use the restroom. She could see inside the door as he undid his pants. They fell far enough that she could see he wasn’t wearing underwear, but shook that off. She had no intentions of getting in bed with him. So why did she look?

That’s when things started to go off script.

She received a very broken message on her com link that she couldn’t quite make out. There was something about a traffic accident? They were more than 10 minutes away.

Oh, crap!

Miki had poured herself a glass of water while Ivan was using the toilet, and as he came out, she offered him the bottle of vodka. He shook his head and pointed at the bed.

“But my darling,” she said in Russian. “I have not had as much to drink as you have. That’s not fair!”

He shrugged his shoulders and took the bottle from her, nearly draining it in one pull. She sipped her water, and then thought better of it. It tasted like liquid gold since she had not had anything substantial to drink in so long. She gulped it down, to Ivan’s approval. His grin nearly touched his ears on either side.

Ivan started to undo his pants and she reached out and put her hand on top of both of his to stop him.

“Me first,” she cooed, “You watch.”

He smiled again and sat down on the bed.

The com link chimed in again. They were still more than five minutes out.

She grimaced a bit and hoped he hadn’t seen her do it.

Her mind was racing. How do I do this? She decided to do a strip tease; a very slow strip tease…

She turned her back to him and lowered the right shoulder on her dress a bit. She turned to look at him, and he had laid himself on the bed and was stroking his crotch through his pants. She wanted to gag again, but instead she turned away from him. She could only make out his shadow on the wall. There were no mirrors in the room, and the window had been painted flat black.

She closed her eyes, but tried to stay aware of her surroundings. With slow gyrations of her hips she let the dress fall to just above her cleavage and went into a long, purposeful pirouette. Ivan grunted his approval, and she could hear him shift on the bed.

Miki suddenly sensed something was wrong. She opened her eyes and was startled that he was against her, breathing huskily into her hair. A small shriek escaped her. How could she let him get that close? He put his huge hands firmly around her biceps, picked her up, and spun her toward the bed. Terror suddenly overwhelmed her as she looked into his eyes, which were filled with lust and determination.

The big man pushed her onto the bed and fell on top of her. He began to kiss her face and neck. She turned her face away and had her eyes and mouth closed hard. She stiffened when he pulled her dress down and put his mouth on her right nipple. He suddenly stopped and she opened her eyes to look at him.

“What is it? Why are you acting like you don’t want this?” He growled in Russian.

Maybe because I don’t you big, foul excuse for a human being!

“I—I like to take my time. You move too fast for me.” She managed to say. She gasped for air and he realized he had his entire weight on her and he got off of her, snapping his pants close again.

She was shaking now, and as she began to lift herself up off the bed, her hand came down on something familiar. Something that could end her life if it was discovered: her com link had come out when he threw her on the bed. She palmed it and tucked it between her fore and index finger as she stood.

“Ok, we will do things your way this time.” His speech was more slurred, and even in Russian, he was getting hard to understand.

Miki could feel the com link vibrate as something was being said over it, but she had no idea how she would get it back in her ear.

Ok, you want to do things my way?

Miki managed a weak smile and put her arms out to welcome him. He moved in with his arms open wide and a smile on his face. She wiped that smile right off with a quick knee to the groin.

Damn this tight dress! That kick wasn’t hard enough!

But he did pitch over in pain, and she followed up with a round house to the side of his head. He staggered, but kept coming toward her.

“You bitch! What is wrong with you? I am going to kill you!” He stammered in Russian as he moved toward her.

Miki’s instincts took over in full tilt. She hated her father during the endless hours of martial arts training she had to endure. But she swore if she survived this, he would get a big kiss.

She side stepped him and delivered another round house to his abdomen. It hurt her when she made contact, and she wondered if it did anything to him. His sudden lurch downward told her it did.

He reached out with a giant claw to grab her. She latched on to his wrist and gave it a twist. Planting her thumb on the back of his hand, she bent it toward his shoulder, locking the arm. A slight inward pressure and upward jolt, and she felt the crackle in the elbow, and saw the shoulder dislocate. Ivan cried out in pain, but the big Russian was getting up again. As he rose to his feet, she swiftly brought the arm over her head and in a circular motion she flipped him onto the floor with a loud thud.

That’s when the door burst open and the rest of the team rushed in.

 

It was all a blur now. The team leader was chastising her for losing her com link. At the same time he was applauding her for taking him down, and then chastising again her for taking him on herself. Another member was asking her if she was hurt. Ivan lay on the floor in handcuffs cursing her and complaining of his injuries. Miki just backed away from all of them and sat on the bed as far away from the big Russian as she could. She put her face in her hands and wept. She was happy this was over. But it could have been so much worse. It got her thinking of why she ever joined the CIA to begin with.

Would it always be this way? Or would it get easier? She didn’t know. And right now, she didn’t want to know. The team leader, a tall, dark mysterious type was saying something about her next mission. Miki didn’t really hear him. She just wanted to go home to her sweat pants and t-shirt and curl up on her couch with her laptop.

The team leader, a man named Simon, was at her side again. He kneeled down in front of her and took her hands away from her face.

“Are you ok?”

“I will be, I guess. Right now, not so much.”

“You did real good considering what you had to work with. Way to think on your feet, rookie. We will be flying you back to the states in a few hours. You will get a much deserved vacation. Your next assignment –“

“My next assignment!” She cut him off.

“Whoa, easy there!” He threw up his hands. “Your next assignment will be to decrypt a computer we obtained from one of Ivan’s entourage. Nice and easy, right?”

She managed a weak smile. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“It’s alright. I understand. We all get these jitters on our first field assignment. The good news is that if you want it, you can stay on with my team as a field agent. After the computer thing, anyway.”

She looked him in the eyes. He was a rather attractive guy. She chastened herself for thinking like that. She had almost been raped. Why was she thinking like a school girl? She was a professional, after all. And so was he. A cute professional, but a professional none the less.

“I’ll think about it,” was all she could say.

He stood up and offered his hand. She had a momentary flashback to Ivan in the club and almost shrunk away from it, but she took it and he helped her up.

“I was thinking about calling it quits, you know.” She said, offhandedly.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. At least give us a chance. A little more fine tuning in the training, and I believe you can be a real asset to the United States. You have what it takes. I’d hate to see you throw it away.”

Suddenly, she found herself wondering if that’s the only reason he would hate to see her leave? There she was, thinking like a school girl again. But school girls have boyfriends, right? Right, but they don’t fly around the world pretending to be prostitutes and taking down bad guys.

 

She thought about what she had just done. Is this what they call being an asset?

I have a process I work through with my story telling. The first step after the inspiration is to write it out in prose, then start the multiple rewrites. This is 6 pages in Office Word, and it is on its fourth revision.

After I get all the kinks ironed out, I will story board and then start the scenes for the comic.

Believe it or not, this story was born out of the first render, when I was trying to fix poke through issues on a dress I made for her when Miki's breast morph "nipples on/off" was set to 1...

It's a great story. I was hoping to see more pics though.

Love esther

Quote - It's a great story. I was hoping to see more pics though.

Love esther

Thanks. Those will come with the comic. I am working on the story board now, and will incorporate some of the things we talked about before.

I guess no one wants to read through that whole thing. I guess if I had the proper time, I would have spaced out the postings over a couple days. Oh well, live and learn...

If you could make it a comic like estherau's this will be great for sure!

great story line and the pics are good too sure want to see the comic when it's done

great work

Quote - If you could make it a comic like estherau's this will be great for sure!

That is the plan. I am about 1/3 of the way done with the story board, and I was going to use the first render I posted, but I might redo it so that I have lighting and other continuity.