Ruthless...

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...Welcome to my world...
I think a perfect word to describe the situation I'm in would be Hell. You know the fiery place full of demons and ugly creatures that torture you. Yeah, that's the perfect description for this.
Let's use the textbook definition of a prostitute.
Prostitute: a person, in particular a woman, who engages in sexual activity for payment.
That's the noun definition of a prostitute since the word is both a noun and a verb.
Now let me tell you the verb definition.
A prostitute: offers (someone) sexual activity in exchange for payment.
Both definitions of a prostitute are words you could use to describe what I'm playing as in this mission. A lady who's selling off her body just so I could get paid as an agent.
I was informed that I would need to get some guy's attention, and I would have one week to practice before he came. I was told he was going to some strip club that was popular for having a bunch of rich old men and many oddly young-looking women there, including me. I'm damn near pushing 30, and I'm walking around in a high school uniform that barely covers my body while rubbing myself on this stupid pole.
I was getting paid to somehow fuck the information out of him or just straight-up kidnap him, and the other agents will do my work. Today was the day a member of our enemy organization, 'Apex' would come. Ivan Petrov was his name.
Apex is an underground organization against the idea of people having specialties they believe society is doomed because of it. They follow some leader, but no one knows who the guy truly is; all we know is the organization is a fucking cult that plans on getting rid of others' specialties just because of their stupid belief.
So it's kind of ironic that the members of Apex are people with specialties only linked to apex predators in the animal kingdom. This makes it weird that Ivan, whose specialty is a beluga whale, is part of their so-called 'scary' organization when not only is he the only arctic animal there, but beluga whales are known for being friendly creatures, so what makes this demi-human so hardcore that he's a part of 'Apex'?
Ivan is a 26-year-old Russian man with a secret Mafia hidden within 'Apex.'. The problem is that we don't know too much about his mafia or truly how anyone else in Apex looks or how the act only knows their specialty. Ivan has been pushed too much as the face of Apex to the point that I believe he's either the leader or some kind of scapegoat.
Ivan supposedly just came back from successfully fulfilling some kind of drug-dealing operation. They said the drugs he's selling feel incredible it drives you to the brink of insanity, but the effects of taking too much of it are losing your specialty forever...
Or dying...
I see Ivan on the upper level laughing with other old men in suits who look like they could drop dead at any minute. Of course, pedophiles come in all shapes and sizes, but a pedophile who looks uncomfortable with a young-looking woman touching him sensually and kissing all up on him isn't a pedophile.
Just who the hell are you, Ivan?
I'm losing focus. they say to get a man you have to look uninterested in him and it just makes them attracted to you more. The more you say no, the more they'll say yes.
Guess that's why rape cases in America have been increasing lately.
I honestly have no idea what I was doing here in this club. I'm very flexible, but it's not like I could do a backhand handspring in the middle of the stage like it's some gymnastic class. I take off some of my clothes and start teasing the old men there, acting like an innocent child, which completely disgusts me.
It's obviously not working because I look like I could legally drink, but I see I'm getting Ivan's attention. I give up the childlike act and try something my age. I look innocent enough without force I just need to maybe try to be more sexually...normal.
Look, I don't know, okay? I've done this for a week. I'm not a pro at this.
I take off my nipple covers and let the dogs out freely. I try crawling on stage to some random guy while playing off this act; suddenly I feel a guy slap my ass and another throw some money at me.
'Wow, I was really doing this,' I thought, but no, they were the only ones who seemed interested. I completely suck at being a stripper. I looked up at Ivan, and he was indeed eyeing me down. Maybe I was able to get attention I guess I wasn't so bad.
After my horrendous performance, I went backstage, sighing to myself, thinking that hopefully after today I'll be done with this forever. A lady approached me and put her hand on my back, patting it.
"Don't worry, doll everyone's rough their first week. Trust me, you'll get better over time." That lady was Kana. She was very popular among the men, only because she was a really good performer, but then there's the fact that she looked the youngest because of Asian fetishization and because she was pretty.
But Kana was indeed a really good performer that you wouldn't even focus on the other stuff.
I put on a robe and sat in the back going on my phone. My bag was right next to me with my gun and uniform buried beneath random stuff I'd thrown in there and in a secret compartment.
A knock on my dressing room door got my attention. I opened the door to see men in black standing right in front. My boss was sitting there analyzing some stack of cash he got, and then his eyes suddenly went wide.
"Aisha, go with them- and stay with them for a really. Long. time." The man said, then ran off.
There's no way he just revealed my name to these randos. God, now I'm truly done for if these people are who I think they are.
I follow the man upstairs to a private room with Ivan sitting on the couch. The place looked fresh, like it was just clean, like there was no one ever there to dirty it up in the first place. Ivan shooed off the men in black and closed the door behind me.
"Come," Ivan patted his thigh, and I followed his order.
I took off my robe and sat on his lap.
"God, just look at you, so obedient for me," Ivan said, his hand sliding from my waist to my ass.
'And look at you falling for my plan, dumbass,' I thought to myself while smirking.
"Only for you, Daddy." I was mentally gagging at my words.
'Aisha, you are pushing 30 act your fucking age.'
"And look at these," Ivan grabs my boobs. "Never knew these could be so big. Who's your surgeon?"
'Where's your dad? I guess we both have questions we don't want to answer' I thought to myself, mentally rolling my eyes at his words.
"That's enough talking from you," I said, kissing him and practically making out with him.
This felt weird. This kiss felt oddly good. The way we were both moving to the same rhythm and his hands moving up my body and touching me felt amazing. He touched my tits, making me let out a moan.
"Wow, you're pretty sensitive," Ivan chuckled at my reaction.
"Only for you," I smirked at him, and he sucked on my chest.
I moaned again, this time more airy, as he left many marks on my chest.
"You taste amazing," Ivan continued to plant kisses going down my body.
I started to straddle him from how good it felt.
"Shit, this feels amazing," I accidentally blurted out.
"You're talking like a virgin," Ivan said, looking up at me, and he could see the slight blush on my face.
I only had sex with one guy, and that was my ex, Dante, so I've never really had the chance to truly branch out and find someone because I thought that was the one for me.
"I'm not too sexually active, so doing this with someone is still kinda new to me," I admitted shyly.
"Don't worry I'll make sure you have the time of your life." Ivan planted a kiss on my mouth, and I looked at him in the eyes, bringing me back to reality.
'WAKE THE FUCK UP!' That was my form of an alarm to take me back to my senses.
This is a mission, not some date. I gotta get info out of one way or another, and doing this isn't helping at all.
"Hey, let's go to the bed. I got some toys for us." I seductively said, but mentally I was screaming.
I brought him to the bed and took a blindfold and some rope from the drawer.
"You into BDSM?" Ivan said, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
'What the fuck did he say? What the hell is BDSM? Erm, let's see, Bend dat shit more. Close enough.'
I turn to face him. "No, I just really like tying up guys and them being blindfolded," I lied.
"It can enhance the experience."
He gets on the bed. I tie his hands along with his feet to the bed and put a mask on his face. While he was blindfolded, I decided to put on some cuffs for some extra precautions.
Now I'm done with this finally.
"Hey Ivan..." I started
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Wanna play a game?