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Part1-Learning Curve
My name is Amanda Miller and as a child my father abused my mother, both mentally and physically for years. My Mother left my Father when I was only thirteen but the abuse continued for years after as we still lived in the same city. The abuse ended one day when I was twenty one and home from college.
I came home to find my Father screaming at the top of his lungs and my Mother in the corner with a swollen eye. Completely outraged I hit my father with an open fist right jab followed by a left uppercut that left him unconscious slumped over the kitchen table. In pure silence my Mother and I looked at each other stunned in disbelief as my Father fell to the floor. It was then that I started to know what I wanted to do with my life, help battered woman and fuck over violent men.
Years later I found myself working for the city police department. Now two years on the force I have a lot to prove, not only do I have to fight threw the normal female stereotypes but with my blond hair, blue eyes and large breasts I have to fight off constant advances from the guys. Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that men are attracted to me but it really feels like it hinders my progress at work. At twenty six I feel like I'm way more ambitious than most and certainly more than the young men on the force. I'm constantly looking for ways to stand out
One night while on patrol my partner John and I were called to a murder site to help quarantine the area. We entered the small townhouse and I was shocked to see a woman from my high school class naked and mutilated on the floor.
"I know this woman" I said still in shock.
The detective raised his eyebrows and walked over to me.
"What can you tell us about her?" He asked
"Well, I guess you know already her name is Virginia Frost, she was in my graduating class in high school. She was the first to try drugs and always in some sort of trouble with the school and her parents"
"Did you know her well?" He asked
"No but I knew of her as she was pretty popular in school. She was the first to start having sex and all throughout high school she was always with different guys. I recently heard she was a prostitute"
The detective immediately took out his phone and made a call. I assume to Barbara who leads our prostitution division. I looked around the apartment and next to her computer I found a business card with her name on it and a website address. I entered the site in my blackberry browser. It was her alright, she was naked and the site was advertising a personal escort service. She offered a GFE (Girl Friend Experience), sensual massage and dates.
The detective got off the phone and said Barbara never heard of her. I showed him my blackberry and again his eyebrows rose.
"What's your first name officer Miller? He asked
"Amanda, sir"
"Amanda, thank you and well done" He said
Later that night at the station I ran into Mr. and Mrs. Frost who were in tears. I approached them to offer my condolences and I sensed a deep shame from Mr. Frost but Mrs. Frost looked desperate and almost like she wanted something from me. As I left them I felt such sympathy for them I couldn't help but shed a few tears myself.
My shift was over and my paperwork done so I packed up to head home. Mrs. Frost spotted me leaving the building and followed me out and called me over.
"Amanda, do you have a moment please?
"Yes Mrs. Frost of course"
"I'm really struggling with this, how this could happen and why it couldn't be prevented. I've spoken to a few people here and am I correct that there is virtually no law enforcement in place for escorts?"
"Yes you are correct Mrs. Frost"
"So escorts are free to do what they do but they don't have the same protection that prostitutes have, am I correct in saying this?"
"Yes, we save prostitutes from violence all the time"
"Amanda I have a proposition for you. As you know Mr. Frost and I are very wealthy and I'm willing to donate a large sum of money if the department expands its prostitution program to include escorts. If you write up what you think can be done to limit escorts in the city and bring that report to me, I'll back it up with a large grant and support you to get it in place"
This not only sounded like a great idea but was also the window of opportunity I was looking for. Without telling anyone I began to create a PowerPoint presentation of how we could prevent escort services in the city. There was also another murder victim involved in escorting three days later which fueled the need for a solution.
Three weeks later I presented all of my ideas to Mrs. Frost and she was impressed but concerned. This was going to be a dirty job and she was concerned for my welfare if we continued. I assured her that I have think skin and could not only do the job but do it well and she agreed.
With backing from Mrs. Frost I was giving a promotion and my own program to run with my own budget. This was an undercover assignment and would remain secret not only to the rest of the police force but to my friends and family. Secrecy was absolutely needed not only for my protection but the programs; this was something I insisted on.
My partner John was assigned to my program which I wasn't very happy about, I wanted another woman so I'd feel more comfortable. I guess the strength of a man is a good thing to have though. John is twenty nine and a hell of a fighter, matter of fact I've never seen anyone get one over on him. He's a very good defensive fighter but knows when to use brute force.
Winter began as the first snow layered the streets. John and I met up at a small office we rented downtown at 6am to begin our work. John was very good with computers so his priority was to get our websites up and running. We bought 20 different domain names so we could alternate between active websites. John booted up the computer and got to work right away. I on the other hand had some research to do. I was never one for heavy make up or flashy outfits so I spent the morning reading about make up and the afternoon shopping.
I arrived back at the office with 6 bags of cloths, shoes and make-up.
"Hey Amanda, looks like a mission accomplished for you huh?"
"Hell yeah, I'm a total slut now ha-ha. How you doing?"
"Really well, look at this"
He had multiple sites setup already and they looked good, not too fancy which was good as all the other escort websites were just very simple. He had naked pictures from the neck down on all of them but I felt uncomfortable with them for some reason.
"These don't really look like me John"
'Well yeah but does it matter?"
"Yes it matters; right off the bat there will be a level of distrust with the suspects"
"Yeah, I guess your right, its hard finding good pictures with no headshots" He said
