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.

If I had a nickle for ever time a woman told me to get lost, I could buy Manhattan.