A/N: Rated for mature content. Homosexual themes, some sex is possible, some violence. Rated R for a reason. This is just an on the side story, so don't expect it to be updated as frequently. Short chapters, the way I like them.

From the moment I entered the dark, dank motel room, I knew he was a cop. Maybe it was the way he looked. Maybe it was the way he carried himself. All I knew though was that he wasn't one of my average clients.

I think it was the way he looked.

Well, for starters, he was young. Not much older than mid-twenties. Most of my clients average middle age. He was also fairly good looking, brown hair, brown eyes, and a nice smile. He could easily pick up a boyfriend, so why would he require my services.

He lay down at the bed, looking me up and down, from head to toe. I knew his shirt was off, but I doubted that he had taken his pants off too. No cop would go that far.

I stood for a second, and just looked at him. I stopped when I realized that I was making it obvious to him that I wasn't comfortable.

I introduced myself.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom for a second, to get ready. That ok with you?" I asked.

"Sure" he replied, with a smile.

I walked into the bathroom. There was the usual, toilet and a bathtub, what you'd expect all motel rooms to have. On the opposite wall was a window. I approached the window, and opened it wide.

There were two cop cars outside. I was certain now that he was a cop. I needed to escape. I needed a way out of there.

I leaned out the window, and looked at the ground below. It would be a three storey fall. Not good. I am deathly afraid of heights.

"Not a good idea" I muttered to myself.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Are you coming?" the cop asked.

"Just a sec" I replied. It was now or never. Either jump, or get arrested. I leaned out the window. There was no way I could jump.

The decision was made for me. I lost my balance and fell out the window. Everything went black as I hit the ground.


From the moment the whore walked in the room, I sensed that he was uncomfortable. The way he looked at me told me everything. He was young, made me wonder why he was wasting his life away with such a low profession, if I can call it that.

He introduced himself, and asked if he could go to the washroom to get ready. What could I do? It wasn't like I could refuse him or anything. So I let him go.

He walked into the bathroom. I waited a few minutes. No sign of him.

He escaped. That was the first thought that ran through my mind. He had figured me out, and he had escaped. But how?

The life of the case depended on him. We needed his knowledge. I couldn't afford to lose him. If I did, I was done for.

I got up and knocked on the door.

"Are you coming?" I asked.

"Just a sec" he replied. I sighed with relief. So he hadn't made a run for it.yet. Suddenly I heard a scream.