[ - ]
Table of Contents [Report This]
Printer Chapter or Story Microsoft Word Chapter or Story
- Text Size +
Kya sat in a comfortable couch, legs crossed, twirling her layered medium length coconut brown hair. The eighteen-year-old girl that worked undercover for the FBI was currently listening to her boss, Tom, for her next assignment with her partner, Jason Matthews.
“We’ve got to arrest this man. He’s a convicted rapist. The only thing that we know about his whereabouts is that he goes to a strip club every night. We don’t know where he lives, where he works, nothing. Now, I need you two to arrest him because if I sent the police, he would be able to run away. It’s not hard to lose a person in those places. So I need you guys to get him cornered first, make sure that he can’t get away, and THEN reveal your true identity and arrest him. There will be a police car outside waiting to take him. Use whatever means are necessary.” Tom stood up and left the room.
“How are you supposed to corner a guy at a strip club,” Jason complained. “I mean, seriously.”
“We could use one of those rooms,” Kya voiced out loud.
“And how are we supposed to convince him to go into one of those rooms?”
“By whatever means necessary,” Kya repeated, understanding the full meaning of the words for the first time.
Jason, it seemed, grasped the meaning also. “You have got to be kidding.”
Kya didn’t answer. This wasn’t how her job was supposed to be. It was supposed to be “go to work, kick some ass, arrest some people, go home happy”, not “go to a strip club, pretend to be an exotic dancer, and lure the criminal into a room with sexual moves”.
“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” Jason said quietly. He seemed to have read Kya’s mind again. “I’m sure we can come up with something else.”
“There’s nothing else.” Kya replied, her voice flat. She had to do this. She would do this. Doing this could possibly save another girl from being raped. “I’m gonna go shop for something to wear.”
“You sure?” Jason asked, concerned. “This could be really dangerous, he is a rapist.”
Danger’s part of the job description,” Kya said matter-of-factly. She got up, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door.



That night Kya stood in front of her full-length mirror staring at her reflection. She was sure that the girl that was looking back at her was not Kya Carter. She was wearing a magenta strapless bra that just barely covered her nipples with a matching thong. She was actually going to have to be seen in public in that thing. She sat down on her bed and took a few seconds to collect herself. Jason would be here any moment to pick her up to go to the club. THAT club…where she’d have to dance on stage in THE costume.
A honk outside told her that her ride had arrived. Taking a big breath, she grabbed her long, knee long, thank God, brown coat and went down the stairs, buttoning her coat down on the way.
She stepped out into the warm summer night and walked to the car, hopping into the passenger seat. Without the exchange of even a mere “hello”, Jason backed the car out and they were off.
Kya was glad for the lack of conversation. She wasn’t in the mood to talk, and knew Jason sensed that. She didn’t know if she could, even if she wanted to. Finally, when they were parked outside the club, Jason said his first words to her.
“I’ve got the warrant and my ID with me. Do you wanna give me your ID, cause it might be a bit hard to carry while…” He trailed off, looking really uncomfortable.
Without saying anything, Kya took her ID out of her coat and handed it to him.
They exited the car and made their way towards the club. It was now time for Kya’s first words of the night. “Find the man we’re after, then get into the front where I can see you. I’ll lap dance you first, so you can tell me who he is. Then get into room nine, wherever that is, I’ll find out backstage. Get whoever’s in there out, and be there hiding when we come in. Once I close the door, get in front of the door, take your gun out and arrest him,” she ordered, and without so much as waiting for a response, she showed the guard her driver’s license and stepped into the club.



Backstage, about to make her appearance, Kya took to few deep breaths to try and calm herself, but she knew it was not use whatsoever. She attempted to concentrate on the job at hand. Room nine, fifth door on the right, fifth door on the right…
She was still wearing her coat, wanting to keep it on as long as possible. She heard a man behind her say, “On in ten, nine, eight…” Kya flung her coat onto the floor and faced the curtain, ready to step through it at one, which came much too quickly for her preference. “Four, three, two…ONE!” She felt a push on her bare back and was through the curtains.
The spotlight shone directly on her. It blinded her eye, making it hard to see. Loud whistles and whoops came from all around her. A shaky smile that didn’t reach her eyes was all the best she could do. As her pupils adjusted to the light, she saw a skinny pathway in front of her that led to a round stage with a pole at a center. With one hand on her hip and the other swinging unnaturally by her side, she cat-walked as slowly as possible without having people notice. Arriving at the center way too early for comfort level (time was really not being her friend tonight), she grabbed the pole with her once swinging hand. Glancing to her right at the other stage, she quickly memorized the authentic stripper’s moves and focused her attention on copying them. She wrapped one bare leg around the pole and leaned back until her arm was pulled straight, her other arm hanging at her side. She heard shouts of approval from the crowd. Getting back into a standing position, she searched the crowd for Jason, whom she found loyally standing in the center front, pushing and shoving to stay there. Feeling a bit better, she stepped off the stage, only to have her bare behind slapped playfully by the men. She could smell alcohol in the air. Normally, if someone had slapped her there, she would have punched him and wrestled him to the ground. Well, actually, that didn’t sound like such a bad idea now…but she fought the urge. She made her way to Jason as quick as she could without losing the laid-back attitude that she had on the outside.
Upon reaching him, she put her one hand on the back of his head and leaned closer. He did the same. To anyone watching, it looked like they were nibbling on each other’s ears. But in reality they were exchanging messages.
“Fifth room on the right,” Kya whispered.
“Second man to my left,” Jason whispered back.
Kya glimpsed over, “Beard, messy dark brown hair, eyebrow piercing, a bit overweight?”
“Bingo.”
Stepping back from the safety of Jason, from being protected, back into the dangerous crowd, Kya made her way over, touching the man between them gently on the chin, so that it would not look suspicious, just skipping him. She then came in front of the man, the criminal, the rapist, and tentatively wrapped her arms around his rough neck. Almost immediately he grabbed her rear and yanked her as close as possible to him, his fingers digging into her skin. His breath didn’t have the smell of alcohol in it but instead it had a sour stench, as if he hadn’t brushed in a long time. She wanted to throw up, but of course, that wasn’t an option at the moment. She felt her eyes watering up and couldn’t believe she was doing this. Her parents would never have approved, but unfortunately they were on their second honeymoon somewhere in Europe and wouldn’t be back for another two weeks. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision and the tears. And the fact that that her body and his were grinding together and their hips pressed together moving to the beat of the music as he controlled everything and wouldn’t let go of her behind didn’t exactly help. Another unhelpful fact was that hard object she felt against the front of her hip…
She spoke softly into his ear. “How much for a room?”
He pressed even more into her, if that was possible. “I like you, so… eighty bucks.”
Kya swallowed. These girls were crazy, going into a room with a monster like this for eighty dollars. Did they have any dignity at all?
She said unsteadily, “Sold.”
They walked, or rather stumbled, to room nine. He pressed into her from behind, her now feeling the firm object on her exposed rear. One large hand played over her nearly naked breasts as another played around the front and bottom of her thong. She led him as quickly as she could to the room. Almost there, she froze. His hand had just went inside her thong. Seeing this, he hissed, “Like that, do you…”
She felt him searching for an entrance. Now this was going too far. These girls actually let guys do this to them that they don’t know? Hello, people?! DISEASES!!! She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out. It took some strength, and a normal girl would not have been able to. She felt his angry stare. Knowing she’d have to do something to make up for that or else he would leave, she made herself turn around to face him and gave his groin a little squeeze, feeling sick. She said as seductively as she could muster, “Wait till we’re inside, it’ll be worth the wait, I promise.”
This seemed to work. The anger left his eyes and she turned around. His hands went back to their original position and so did his body. Breathing hard, she stammered up to the door of room nine. Pushing it open, the room appeared empty, but she knew where Jason was hiding. It was the only place he could hide: behind the door. The moment they were inside the room, even with the door still open, his hand went inside again. It happened so fast that in less than two seconds she felt his middle finger at her entrance. Not having an excuse now, and not caring if she hadn’t heard the door shut, cause she knew Jason was in here, because she trusted him with her life, she brought her elbow back and connected it hard with his stomach. Howling in pain, he let go of her and doubled over. She spun around and threw her leg up to kick him in the side, but he was ready this time. He seized her leg and twisted it, causing her to fall to the ground. It was then that she heard the door slam. He looked up, and during that half-second of distraction Kya reached a leg out and tripped him. He went down, and Jason ran over, straddling on top of his back, and jammed the gunpoint down into his neck. He froze at the touch of it, allowing Jason to handcuff him and bring him up against the wall conducting a body search and coming out with one gun and two knives.
The two took him out to the police car that was waiting, as said would be, and returned to get Kya’s coat. As she walked through the club, she found it a lot more welcoming than before, now that her job was done. Another day of work was completed.




please review and tell me what you thought :)