Honey trap: Where a woman pays another woman to flirt with her boyfriends to see if he flirts back, a way to check if her boyfriends is faithfull
.I will be honest, I didn't care that much for Yara, from the moment I first met the women she irritatated me something terrible. She walked into my office half an hour late with her nose in the air and skipped straight past the small talk. She sat down oppisite me, leaned across my desk and said "Mrs Raynard my husband is a lieing cheating bastard and I need you to prove it for me". I didn't know weather to be offended or amused by her abruptness. But mostly I couldn't stop thinking what red blooded man in his right mind would ever cheat on Yara Souza. She was an absolute stunner. A Brazlian beaut with curves in all the right places and a teeny tiny waist. Her dark brown wavy hair reached the middle of her back. She had deep brown almost black sultry looking eyes and full pouty lips. She was the type of women who made other women insecure. One look at her in her chic cream chanel blazer and taylored shorts 2 piece suit would make you go home and charge an expensive gym membership to your credit card while throwing out your Stash of ben and jerries ice cream or the complete oppisite sit on the kitchen floor with a dessert spoon and go through a whole tub in 5 minutes, scraping he bottom with the spoon, hating yourself as the sileoutte that would make a victoria's secret model green eyed with envy flashed across your brain taunting you with her "you will never in your life look half as good as this" patronising smile.
She was looking at me expectantly. "Ok....lets slow down for a minute Mrs?" "Mrs Souza" she told me patiently as if talking to me in the first place was some great effort. "Mrs Souza" I repeated "First of all let me get a little bit more information about your situation with your husband". I said in my put on professional voice. "What is there is to tell, he is bored of me and he is fucking every little thing in a skirt, I need proof and then I am going to fleece the bastard for all he is worth" she told me a wicked smile playing on her lips at the last part. I took a deep breath in "O...kay....what reason do you have to believe your husband is cheating Mrs Souza" I asked. "He stays at work late and when I ring the office hey wont let me talk to him they just tell me he is busy, his work trips that last whole weekends are more and more frequent, I find reciepts for dresses and jewlary in his wallet none of which I see and most of which are not my size, you see Mrs Raynard he thinks I am a fool" she finished bitterly. "Well yes those are all pretty suspicious activties" I agreed. "Yes...so I want you to do....whatever it is you type of girls do and get it on camera" Yara said matter of factly. "You type on girls" a voice screamed in my head and I wanted to toss her out on her perfectly shaped ass here and then but I was behind on my rent and buisness was slow at the moment "What I do, is seduce the man into thinking I am willing to have sex with them, I don't actually do it" I told her trying hard to conceal the edge in my voice. Yara shrugged "I don't really care how you do it as long as you do it" she told me "I understand you normally solve these type of things for 250 pounds? have it done by the end of the week with undeniable evidence of infidelty and I will pay you 3000 pound. I nearly spluttered the coffee I was drinking all over my desk. "3 grand?" I asked thinking I probaly heard wrong. Yara just nodded "I want this over and done with, 3 grand if by this time next week you have infuatable evidence that Luiz is a cheat". I had a bad feeling about this but who was I to turn down 3 grand for a job that sounded simple enough. "Deal" I said extending my hand to Yara. She looked at it as if I was contemantated with some kind of horrible disease as she finally took my hand and shook it firmly "call me when its done" she said leaving an envelope marked general and not so general info. I watched after her as she left swinging her hips back and fort, and pushed aside the feeling of dread in my stomach. "3 grand...Megan....for one job...3 grand!!!"
What do you think? this is just the intro...I have great ideas for this story really hope people like it
