The sound of high heels on marble echoes through the house, bouncing off well-kept wallpaper and mahogany wainscoting. Expensive art hangs on the walls between gleaming bronze sconces. The sound carries all the way up to the fourth floor of the townhouse where Emily Prentiss lives with Gabor Farkas, the American ambassador to Hungary.

It's a beautiful house, as old as it is big. The top floor was under construction, closed as the rooms were being remodeled. The third floor had three guest bedrooms, an extra office for any visitor to use, and a small gym. Personal bedrooms were on the second floor, along with Emily's personal library, and their private living room. On the first floor, everything was immaculate and presentational. Visitors were greeted with a small sitting room that led into a large kitchen, and beyond that was the dining room, rarely used, but always set. Gabor's office was locked away behind large wooden doors that hid a conference table and massive desk.

All of it was fake.

Emily Prentiss had finished her undercover intelligence work in Tuscany four years ago. It had been rough and taken a lot out of her, but it had proven to be something she was good at. The JTF-12 had been offered another case, and ambassador who was involved in a sex trafficking ring, and Emily had taken on a new identity. Well, she went back to being Emily Prentiss, and that was someone she hadn't been in a while.

Only 6 people in the world knew that she worked for Interpol. As far as the world knew, Emily Prentiss had left the FBI in 2001 and spent 5 years living in India, doing whatever it was that young, rich daughters of politicians do abroad. In 2006, she reappeared in DC at Ambassador Prentiss' annual spring ball. That's where she had met Gabor.

He wasn't particularly handsome, or kind, or interesting, but he was an international sex trafficker who was using his position for illegal purposes. So, she'd wined him, dined him, and married him to get as close as possible. Two years after meeting him, she was still living in his house in Dupont, playing the good trophy wife and socialite. It was mind numbingly boring.

Emily stopped in front of Gabor's office doors, sticking her hands in the pocket of her blazer. She couldn't complain about the quality of life. Her wardrobe was luxurious, and beautiful. Even though she was spending the day at home, she wore a silk blouse, wide-legged dress pants and stiletto heels. It made her feel less like a homebody.

She loved lazing her days away as much as anyone, but it had gotten old after a few months. Now, she forced herself to wake up early, do her make-up, dress well, and keep a schedule. Emily used the home gym, read, cooked lunch, went to yoga, and tried to tell herself that she was making progress on her case. As she pulled her lockpicking tools from her pocket, she knew it was a lie.

Gabor shared almost nothing with her. If she hadn't been briefed, she might not have known he was a criminal. He kept his office locked at all hours and his most incriminating paperwork in a safe beyond that. Still, it was 1pm, and that meant it was time for her to look through his office.

She unlocked it easily, entering silently and closing the door behind her. Gabor was going to be working late, as per usual, so she wasn't worried about getting caught. Her training made her cautious, though, and she made sure her footsteps were silent as they crossed the large office to Gabor's desk. Nothing much would have changed from the day before's visit, but maybe he'd left something new during the night.

With a heavy sigh, she stopped behind his desk and stared blankly at unmarked files. Her life was dull. As terrible as it had been to play at being Doyle's kept woman, at least she'd been out in the world, in the fresh air of Southern Italy, and she'd been able to take in the culture. DC was boring by comparison and Gabor was rarely actually around to watch. It made learning anything difficult, but at least she didn't have to sleep with him. Gabor preferred his women terrified and trembling.

Emily tossed her hair over her shoulder. If she didn't find a source of entertainment soon, she would die. Well, a source of entertainment that wasn't her mother, whose thumb she found herself under again. The only people Emily talked to were her mother, her team, and Gabor, when he was home. She was restless, full of pent up energy, and she was lonely.

Pushing her maudlin thoughts away, she started looking through the files to see if there was anything new. Nothing seemed out of place, but, when she opened the top right drawer of the desk, she saw a business card. That was definitely new and out of place.

She picked it up carefully, looking closely. It was well-made, embossed gold letters pressed into thick, textured white cardstock. Jennifer Jacobson. Personal Companion. The address on the card was downtown. Emily knew exactly what that meant.

Jennifer was an escort, and she was probably incredibly expensive if her card had ended up in Gabor's desk. Wondering if she should be upset that Gabor would consider cheating on her, Emily turned the card over. In a looping, feminine scrawl were the words, 'Can't wait to meet you!" There was a perfect, pink lipstick kiss and a time and date. January 11th, 2008 at 3:00pm.

That was today. Emily checked her gold watch. It was only 1:12pm now. She wasn't sure what to do with the card and the approaching appointment. Gabor clearly wasn't going because he was at work, and she knew that because Clyde had eyes on him while he was at work. Emily stared at the card, feeling the weight of it.

She knew this type of escort from her time as the ambassador's daughter. All the men had women on the side that they paid to wait around for them. These escorts acted as girlfriends to these men, kept women ready to listen and touch. She'd even known a few. Emily brushed her thumb over Jennifer's name.

Maybe that's what she needed right now. Emily could use someone who was always there when Emily wanted her. They could have sex, Emily could take her to museums, and she could finally have someone new to talk to. The only problem was that it was probably breaking a rule or two. How could she be undercover as an ambassador's wife and be pursuing her own pleasure?

The thought annoyed her. She was so tired of being alone in this huge house with nothing to do, but look through drawers and do yoga. It was frustrating to make no progress after two years, to give up her life for this even though she knew it was important. It had been years since she'd had sex with a woman. Emily's fingers tightened around the card. She deserved this, and a meeting couldn't hurt. If anyone asked, she'd say that she was trying to learn more about how Gabor spent his time.

She was moving before she realized it, heading out of the office doors and locking them quickly. It would take her a bit to get downtown in afternoon traffic. Emily tucked the business card into her blazer pocket and went to the front door. Her purse sat on a small table beside the door and she dug through it to make sure everything she needed was there. It was, so she put on her coat, slid her purse onto her shoulder and left the house.

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Three hours later, Emily stood in front of Jennifer Jacobson's apartment, nervously gripping the bottle of scotch she'd bought on her way. Now that she was standing in front of the door, she wasn't so sure that this was a good idea. She'd never done something so self-indulgent while undercover before. What if this ended up throwing off the whole case?

Her desire to have some company, and sex, won out over her sense of duty, and she knocked on the door. It only took a second for Jennifer to open the door. Emily was so stunned by how beautiful she was that she almost missed the confusion that flickered across the escort's face.

Jennifer was almost naked, only wearing lacy white lingerie and a sheer oversized robe. Her long hair tumbled over her shoulders, making her look like an angel. Emily swallowed, suddenly feeling overdressed. She could see so much of Jennifer, her silhouette accentuated by the way the robe hung off her. Emily's hands itched to unwrap her.

"Yes?" Jennifer asked, tucking her perfectly curled, honey-colored hair behind her ear. "Can I help you?"

Emily realized that Jennifer had been expecting Gabor and smiled. "You have an appointment with my husband," she said. Jennifer's eyes widened and Emily continued quickly. "Don't worry. I'm not here to cause any trouble. I'm… Actually, he isn't coming, but I was hoping that I could take his place." Another thought crossed her mind and she frowned. "If you take women as clients."

Jennifer's face shifted into an easy smile and she stepped back, opening the door for Emily to enter. "I do. Come in."

"Thank you."

Emily walked into the apartment, looking around. It was large, with light wood floors, clean white furniture, and large, green plants that added life. The living room looked similar to Emily's, clearly built to make business meetings seem personal, but not actually used by Jennifer when she was alone. In one corner of the room was a large kitchen, a breakfast bar separating it from the living space. The far wall of Jennifer's apartment was entirely glass, giving them a view of downtown DC. It was a beautiful apartment, expensive and just impersonal enough to make anyone comfortable.

"Can I take your purse and coat?" Jennifer asked her.

Nodding, Emily handed over her purse before taking her coat off, carefully switching the scotch bottle between her hands. "This is for you," she told Jennifer once her things were hung on the coat rack by the door. "I have to admit, I'm a little out of practice."

Jennifer grinned at her, eyes lighting up, and she took the bottle. "Thank you! Would you like a glass now?"

"Sure."

"Have a seat." Jennifer threw her a flirty smile over her shoulder and nodded to the couch. "I'll bring you your glass."

"Thank you," Emily said quietly. She made it halfway to the couch before pausing and turning back to the other woman. "My name is Emily," she told her with an awkward smile. "Emily Prentiss."

Jennifer chuckled as she opened the bottle of scotch. "Hello, Emily. I'm guessing you know my name, but, please, call me JJ."

"JJ," Emily repeated, moving to the couch. "I like that. It suits you."

"I think so, too." Pouring their glasses, JJ closed the bottle again. She smiled at Emily as she walked to the living room. "Here you go," she said, handing Emily a crystal tumbler before moving to sit in an armchair. JJ curled her legs under her. She sipped her drink and hummed. "That's amazing. Thank you."

"Of course." Emily took her own sip, glad for the warmth that filled her chest. Crossing her legs, she smiled at JJ. "I'm not sure what to say."

JJ chuckled, shrugging. Her robe slipped off her shoulder, revealing a smooth skin. "Think of this as a first date, Emily. Tell me what you're looking for."

Running her eyes over JJ, Emily took in her long, toned body, and the casual way she managed to look absolutely stunning. "Company, I guess," she started. "I'd like to spend time with you, talk, maybe take you out to the theatre and museums." She watched as JJ sipped her drink again, pink lips wet with scotch. "It would make me really happy to buy you nice things."

"I'd appreciate that," JJ told her, eyes sparkling. "Do you… have any interest in sex?"

Emily's eyes widened at the direct question. "I would," she answered slowly. "I have a lot of interest in having sex with you."

Jennifer laughed loudly at the awkward wording, and Emily laughed, too. The tension eased from the air as they chuckled together, drinking slowly. Emily had been worried that this would be incredibly awkward, and that she'd make an ass out of herself, but JJ was easy to talk to. That was probably why she was doing this. She could read people really well.

"That's good," JJ said, setting her glass down on the side table. "Can I ask another question?"

Emily finished her drink and put her glass on the coffee table. She nodded. "Of course."

"Is this your first time seeing an escort?"

"It isn't," she answered, thinking about the women she'd hired for a few nights when she was younger. It had always pissed her mother off when they left in the morning, and Emily always tipped well for that. "I've seen a few. Not in a few years, though. I've been… occupied."

Something flickered through JJ's eyes, but disappeared quickly. "What made you decide to come today? If that's not too personal. I think we should get to know each other, don't you?"

Emily's stomach clenched at the question. "My husband is away a lot," she answered truthfully, "and I'd like someone to talk to. I've recently fallen out of touch with the people I was close to, so I just need someone to talk to and a place where I can blow off some steam."

"I see," JJ said quietly, twisting a strand of hair around her finger. She looked at Emily thoughtfully for a moment, appraising Emily. "I can do that."

"I'm glad." Realizing that she was just grinning dumbly, Emily cleared her throat, straightening up. "And what about you? What are you expecting from me?"

JJ smiled at the question, raising an eyebrow. "Well, we already mentioned gifts… I'm always available to you, but I do require at least two visits a week." She pouted, blinking her sparkling blue eyes. "So I don't get lonely."

"We wouldn't want that," Emily agreed with a chuckle.

"My monthly fee is $30,000," JJ told her. "Will that be alright?"

It was a lot of money, but Emily was literally getting paid to spend Gabor's money at the moment. Being rich was pointless if her fortune just sat stagnant in her bank account. That's what she told herself anyway. Besides, how long would she do this for? She wasn't going to see JJ forever. It wasn't a big deal. Emily had the means, the time, and the desire to hire JJ. So, she was going to.

"That's fine," she said, smiling. JJ grinned at her and Emily's smile grew. "You'll take me on, then?"

"I will." Standing, JJ held her hand out. "Now that we've settled on an arrangement, why don't we move this to the bedroom? I'm sure you won't think less of me for kissing on the first date?"

Emily just chuckled in response and took JJ's hand, letting the blonde lead her down a hallway. They passed an open door, and Emily saw JJ's private living room. She only got a quick glimpse of a couch and a bookshelf. Art hung along the highway, but Emily barely saw any of it. She was too focused on the sway of JJ's hips, the way her robe hung down of her shoulders to show off her back muscles, and the soft smell of honeysuckle that trailed behind her.

They entered JJ's bedroom, and Emily did her best to look around. The room was large with several white rugs covering the wood floor. Doors lined one wall, and a desk sat against the other. A four-poster bed sat in the center of the room, covered in a soft pink bedspread and too many decorative pillows. JJ turned to smile at Emily.

"Why don't you undress while I get the bed ready?" She ran her hands down Emily's arms. "You can put your things on the chair."

Emily glanced over her shoulder to see a white armchair beside the door. "Okay," she said, feeling cold as soon as JJ's hands left her.

She moved to the chair and took her blazer off, setting it down carefully. It felt odd to undress herself, so she moved as quickly as possible without seeming weird. Emily kicked her shoes off and took the rest of her clothing off, leaving her lacy black lingerie. She knew it stood out against her skin and showed off her curves.

Turning back to the bed, she swallowed a gasp. JJ had removed all the decorative pillows before taking their place, sitting up against the headboard. She looked like a goddess, skin glowing against pink sheets. Her robe had disappeared somewhere and all she was left in was her strappy white lingerie.

"Come here," JJ said, holding a hand out to her. "I want to touch you."

Emily crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to straddle JJ's lap. She stared down at the blonde as heat pooled in her stomach. JJ's hands spread over her stomach, fingertips tickling the lace at the bottom of Emily's bralet. Tucking her hair behind her ears, Emily leaned down and kissed JJ gently.

"You look so good," Emily mumbled against JJ's lips. "Do you always wear white?"

They kissed softly for a moment before JJ answered. "I have other colors. Is there any you'd prefer?"

"I think you'd look amazing in anything," Emily said, smiling. She brushed her hands down JJ's chest, tracing along silk straps. "I think you'd look even better in nothing at all."

"I can do that." JJ tugged her down for another quick kiss. She cupped Emily's face, tearing her lips away. Wide blue eyes blinked up at Emily. "Unless… You want to take this off me?"

"Not yet."

She crashed their lips together, nipping JJ's bottom lip and sucking it into her mouth. Their bodies pressed together, Emily's hands covering JJ's chest and pulling a moan from her. When JJ's mouth opened, Emily pushed her tongue inside, deepening the kiss. This time, swallowed JJ's moan, returning it with one of her own.

It had been so long since she'd touched another woman like this that she felt a little out of control. Pushing her hands in JJ's hair, Emily tugged lightly to test the waters. When JJ's hips bucked up into Emily's, she tugged harder until JJ groaned. Emily wanted to claim JJ, leave proof that JJ was hers now.

Tearing her mouth away, Emily looked down into JJ's eyes. "Can I leave marks?" she asked quietly. "Are you ok with that? Bites, hickeys, things like that?"

Something passed across JJ's face, disappearing beneath a cheeky smile. "Of course."

"Okay," Emily muttered, sitting back and dropping her hands. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

Rolling her eyes, Emily lifted JJ's chin with a finger, making her look her in the eyes. "Don't say something is ok when it's not. I know this is business, but I want this to be good for you, too. You're allowed to say no at any time, about anything. If you're uncomfortable, then I'm uncomfortable. Okay?"

JJ grinned, a blush spreading across her face. "Okay." She gripped Emily's waist. "Thank you."

"Of course." Emily kissed her again, tangling her hands back in JJ's perfect hair. "You're my girl now. I have to treat you right."

She tugged JJ's head to the side, so she had better access to her neck. Leaning in, she sucked right below JJ's jaw. She moaned when JJ's nails dug into her back, teeth scraping the sensitive skin. Emily pulled away, satisfied when she saw the red spot standing out against golden skin.

Continuing down JJ's neck, Emily left a trail of hickeys, taking pleasure in the small whimpers above her. She could feel JJ's nails dragging down her back and hoped she wasn't leaving marks. If she did, Emily would just have to wear a t-shirt over her usual tank top. She pushed the logic out of her mind and moved further down the blonde's perfect body.

She tugged down the straps of JJ's bra, pulling them down JJ's long arms until she was free. As soon as her breasts were uncovered, Emily's mouth was on them. She sucked hard on a rosy nipple, feeling satisfied when JJ moaned loudly, hands flying into Emily's hair. Emily grinned against JJ's skin.

"You like it a little rough, don't you?"

JJ nodded against the pillow, arching her back into Emily's mouth. "Yes," she gasped, "I do. I really do."

"Good."

She switched to JJ's other breasts, licking the underside and moaning at the taste of her skin. Her hand covered the breast she'd left, wanting to make sure JJ felt as good as possible. Emily was ecstatic to be kissing a woman's breasts like this, and she made sure to lavish attention on JJ's chest, making her squirm and whine.

"That feels so good," JJ sighed, spreading her legs so Emily could move further down. "God, you're good at that."

Emily knew that JJ was getting paid to say that, but she still took pleasure in the gravel of her voice and the way her chest was heaving as she panted. She was determined to make JJ feel good. Making women feel good was Emily's favorite thing to do, and she was good at it. JJ moaned again as Emily bit the soft curve of JJ's waist.

She tugged down the rest of JJ's lingerie, pulling it down her hips and off her long, long legs. Once JJ was free, Emily tossed it aside, not caring where it landed. All she cared about was tasting the other woman, learning what she liked and what she wanted. Gripping JJ's thighs, Emily pulled her down, making her gasp at the sudden movement.

Emily situated herself between JJ's legs, spreading them wide. She looked up the woman's perfect body as she dragged her tongue through JJ's wetness, their eyes locked together. JJ groaned at the feeling, hands clenching in the sheets.

"That's amazing," JJ whimpered when Emily dipped her tongue into her. "That's good."

Trusting JJ's feedback, Emily wrapped her lips around JJ's sucking hard until the blonde's hips jerked. She was glad to see how wet JJ was. The blonde might be exaggerating her responses, but her body wasn't lying. She was enjoying herself, and enjoying what Emily was doing. The thought made Emily work harder, trying her best to make JJ come quickly.

She could feel her face growing wet as she licked and sucked. One of JJ's hands tangled in her hair, pulling sharply when Emily hit a spot she liked. Focusing her attention there, Emily made JJ fall apart, thighs quivering and curses spilling from her lips. She kept going until JJ gasped her name, tugging JJ's head away.

"Do I pass your test?" Emily asked smugly, wiping JJ's arousal off her face. She moved up again, covering JJ's body with her own. "I can keep going if you'd like?"

JJ chuckled, reaching up to cup the back of Emily's head and tug her down. "You pass," she murmured, eyes fluttering shut, "but I'd love a few more examples of your skill."

They kissed again, Emily's hips pushing into JJ's. She could feel JJ hot and wet against her stomach and moaned at the contact. She knew that she was just as wet, but she wanted to make JJ come again before she asked for anything in return. Moving her hips slowly, she moaned as JJ squirmed against her, trying to get more friction.

Emily reached between them and easily slipped two fingers inside JJ. The blonde moaned, body jerking. Curling her fingers, Emily lifted herself up so she could watch carefully. She curled her fingers, memorizing JJ's breathy sigh and lip tremble. Doing it again, she was satisfied when JJ did the same thing again.

"More," JJ begged, hand yanking Emily's hair. "Fuck, Emily, that's so good. Give me more."

Adding a third finger, Emily gasped when JJ arched off the bed, throaty moan ripping from her mouth. Emily fucked her quickly, making her small breasts bounce. JJ dug her heels into the bed so she could thrust up into Emily's fingers.

"You look so good like this," Emily groaned, straddling JJ's thigh. She rode JJ's lean thigh, finding the rhythm with her thrusts. "God, you look so fucking hot."

"Let me touch you," JJ whined, pushing aside Emily's lace underwear to rub her clit. "You're so wet." She gasped, head slamming into the pillows as Emily hit a spot deep inside. "Emily. Just like that. That's what I like."

Emily kept her fast, hard pace, fucking JJ with three fingers, and rode JJ's hand, rutting against it desperately. "You're going to make me come," Emily stuttered, grinding down on JJ's twitching fingers. "You feel so good."

"Please," JJ said, doing her best to keep her eyes open. "Come with me. I want you to come with me."

Grinding down on JJ's fingers, Emily whimpered as she raced toward her orgasm. Her thumb brushed over JJ's clit and JJ came with a sharp cry, doing her best to keep touching Emily. A moment later, Emily followed her over the edge, tossing her head back as her orgasm took her breath. They gasped together, bodies twitching.

Emily fell forward, dropping her head onto JJ's shoulders and pulling her fingers out. Wrapping her arms around Emily, JJ pulled her down, making her rest her weight on the blonde. They were sticky with sweat and too hot to be this close, but Emily didn't care. She was surrounded by the smell of sex and the feel off JJ and that's all that mattered to her.

"Fuck, I needed that," Emily sighed, nuzzling her nose into JJ's neck. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," JJ replied, dragging her fingers down Emily's back. "You've passed your trial, but did I?"

Lifting her head, Emily placed a quick kiss to JJ's lips. "With flying colors. Are we in business then?"

"We are." JJ kissed Emily again. "I'm yours for as long as you want me."

Emily chuckled, moving her attention to JJ's neck again. She was looking forward to the rest of her undercover work now that she had someone to keep her company. It was still breaking the rules, and she'd need to tell Tsia eventually, but right now, she only cared about the woman beneath her.