Special Agent NAME_1 was on her first undercover mission. She was supposed to figure out how exactly NAME_2 made his money. She had applied under the fake identity of NAME_3 for a job as a waitress in NAME_4's nightclub, and was now in the interview with NAME_4 himself. He looked her up, and smirked. "To be honest, I've already got enough waitresses by now. If you want a job here, you'll have to work as a

hostess."

NAME_5 tried to keep her composure, but her heart was racing. She had never been in a situation like this before, and she was worried that she would mess up her cover. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes," she said, trying to sound confident.

NAME_4 grinned. "I like that spirit. You'll work as a hostess, and in exchange, I'll pay you double what I pay my other hostesses. But if you try to back out of this deal, or if you try to deceive me in any way, I'll know, and you'll be out on the street. Do you understand?"

NAME_5 nodded, feeling a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. She knew that she had to play along in order to get the information she needed, but she was worried about what might happen if she made a mistake.

NAME_4 stood up from his desk and walked around to NAME_5. He towered over her, his eyes scanning her up and down. "You're a pretty little thing," he said, his voice low and husky. "I think you're going to do just fine as a hostess."

NAME_5 felt a surge of disgust and fear as NAME_4's hand reached out to touch her cheek. She knew that she had to get out of this situatio