Part One

The fat mustached man was fast asleep. She had tired him out, as she was supposed to do. She was advertised as "the whore who will make it worth your money!" But that was only a line to appeal to the customers. She only performed like that when she thought she had a lead on someone.

And boy, did she have a lead on this one. He fit the description in the file that Andrew had given her. He was obviously well off, considering that he told her he had "shopped around" for the best girl. Even though she had only been in this business for a short while, Midnight was good, but she was expensive too.

It had all been planned out. When she was first put on the case, she and Andrew searched for the brothel with the highest reputation. They then stroke a deal with the pimp of the place, who allowed her to do her undercover work for a small fraction of her earnings, but because they put a high price on her services, his fraction was quite a hefty one. "The higher the price, the better," Andrew had explained to her. "This way, we know that only people who have extra money laying around- and not many people do- will come to you. Benedict will have that money, and the taste for whores. It's perfect."

The man lying next her stirred and awoke some. Midnight snuggled closer, giving him the all-around package he had paid for. "Wake up, sleepy head!" she sang. He opened his eyes and looked at her, bags starting to form under them. "You know, you are one of my best. I don't say that to just anyone. You're good. I think you tired me out before I could get to you!"

The fat man smiled. "Well, I suppose I have a good deal of experience…"

"Oh, and it shows! It really shows," she replied, feeding his ego. "So, Big Boy, you never told me your name."

He chuckled, and the whole bed shook. "Why should you care? I've never met a prostitute who actually wanted to admit they knew me before."

"Well, why wouldn't I? Do you seriously think I'm in this business for the money? I need to have some fun sometimes too, you know."

"James Benedict," he informed her, running his rough disgusting hand up the side of her back. "But my friends call me Jimmy. And your name is?"

"Cookie." Midnight gave her wig a toss, pleased with the fact that it had stayed firmly in place throughout the hardcore sex she just had. She fluttered her eyelashes a bit to make sure that they were still there, and sure enough, they stuck on as well. She made a mental note to wear this one again sometime; it wasn't very often that she found a disguise that worked this well.

"No last name?"

She shrugged. "I forget. I've gone through too many of them." This wasn't a lie. Her different personas all had last names. Olson, St. James, Pascal, Gellar, Minelli; they all fit different personalities. "So what do you do for a living?"

Benedict clammed up and took his hands off her then. "Oh, no! I did not mean to make you uncomfortable! Come now, enough of this talk. Let's have some fun, shall we?" And with that, she crawled on top of him and did her job.

When she was through, Midnight layed her head on his shoulder and played with his chest hair. "I don't want you to feel like you can't trust me, Jimmy. You can tell me your secrets. Who would I tell on? The police? They'd never believe a hooker, big boy." She left a trail of kisses on his arm, persuading him to confide in her. Just a few more minutes and she'd have the information she needed to arrest him.

He smiled, turned to her and started feeling her body with his fingers. Midnight found this particularly difficult to let him do, but she pretended it was what she wanted, telling herself that it would all be over soon. Benedict kissed her in places she had never even wanted to be seen only a few months earlier, whispering to her between each caress. "Guns," he told her as he spread her legs once more and came into her. She cried out softly, and he continued. "I sell guns illegally. Big ones. Guns that could kill thousands, Guns that aren't even approved of by the governments in thirty countries. I sell them all."

"So then you do have a lot of money!" she asked as they rolled around.

"Enough to make you a queen, my darling."

And with that, she pushed him off of her and he fell with a thud onto the floor. "Not enough to pay your bail, I'm sure."

As she was reaching for the handcuffs they had used earlier, he pounced on her and threw her to the ground, kicking and screaming obscenities at her. "You bitch!" he cried. "You fucking little whore, you wont get away with this I swear! You'll be dead long before they find your body." Midnight was prepared for this, and once she found an opportunity, she kicked him, causing him to loose his balance and tumble over. She crawled on top of him, applying pressure to one of the vital points just long enough to knock him out cold.

Sweat dripping from her naked body, she sighed and sat down on the bed. The pimp was bound to have heard the noises and probably sent for Andrew, and all there was left for her to do was wait and think of how she got to this point in her life…