Chapter 1: The Perfect Candidate

I found myself immersed in a task that felt straight out of a spy novel. My company had been tasked with delivering a detailed report on how the FBI handles its female prisoner transports. And the responsibility for delving into this complex world fell squarely on my shoulders.

Typically, the FBI uses its agents as stand-ins for detainees during internal reviews, creating a controlled environment with well-practiced routines. However, this time, they decided to mix things up. They wanted a more authentic evaluation, so they asked to use a civilian utterly unfamiliar with the criminal justice system.

Intrigued and slightly anxious, I realized that this job would involve more than just analyzing procedures from behind a desk. Little did I know that it would lead me down a path I hadn’t anticipated, where my involvement would become far more personal and exhilarating than I’d ever imagined.

As I navigated through various modeling agencies to find the perfect candidates for the FBI’s evaluation, I was buried under a pile of paperwork. The task proved more demanding than anticipated, and the weight of the project seemed to press down on me from every angle.

The most significant issue was that many agencies had strict policies against their models in scenarios that involved restraints. One agency manager exclaimed, “Handcuffs?! That’s not something we typically handle. Our models are accustomed to high-fashion shoots and promotional work, not jobs involving bondage. We have strict guidelines to ensure their comfort and safety.”

Of the few interviews, models reacted with curiosity and hesitation when informed about the role’s requirements. Some were concerned about how such a scenario might impact their professional image. In contrast, others were concerned about their comfort.

One day, as I was buried under a mountain of modeling agency forms, Rebecca, my girlfriend, appeared at my office for our lunch date. Her warm smile had a knack for cutting through my stress and brightening my day. As we chatted about where to go for lunch, I couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly she carried herself with charm and grace. And it struck me that she might be the perfect fit for the role we were looking to fill.

I seized the moment and mentioned to Rebecca that I had to speak to Lisa before we left. As soon as Rebecca and I stepped into Lisa’s office, the same idea became evident in my boss’s eyes. It was clear that Lisa, too, recognized Rebecca’s potential for the role.

Rebecca’s natural charisma and poise made her stand out effortlessly. As the three of us spoke, it became increasingly clear that she would be an ideal candidate. The more I considered it, the more convinced I was that her unique qualities were precisely what we needed.

When I glanced at my boss, she confirmed the same realization. There was no need for a lengthy discussion between us; we both recognized the opportunity. Without exchanging a word, we turned towards Rebecca and pitched the idea simultaneously. It was as if we were both in harmony, driven by Rebecca’s immediate and compelling fit. The alignment of our thoughts and intentions was striking, making the proposal feel not just natural but almost inevitable.

Rebecca seemed intrigued when we presented the idea to her. Her curiosity was evident as we explained the nature of the role and the unique challenge it presented—it required her to be escorted in handcuffs.

“Handcuffs?” she asked, raising an eyebrow with surprise and amusement.

I chuckled, trying to ease her concerns. “I know it sounds alarming, but it’s all part of creating a realistic scenario for the FBI’s evaluation.”

Rebecca took a moment to consider this. Her eyes flickered with challenge and excitement. “Well, it certainly sounds like a unique opportunity. But wouldn’t it be easier to use a model or actor specifically trained for this kind of thing? An actor might handle being restrained more naturally.”

I shook my head slightly, trying to clarify. “The FBI wants to see how their agents deal with an actual person who’s unfamiliar with the system. It’s about testing their methods in real-world situations, not just modeling scenarios.”

Rebecca’s expression softened, and a smile played at the corners of her lips. “I can understand that.”

After more discussion, which included the compensation for the role, Rebecca agreed. Her willingness was not only a relief but also added an unexpected layer of excitement. Her enthusiasm for embracing such an unconventional challenge made the whole project feel more dynamic and personal.

As we left the meeting and headed to a Mexican place we’d been wanting to try for a while, Rebecca’s playful side emerged. We settled into a cozy booth and began discussing appetizers.

Rebecca leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, how do you think I’ll look in handcuffs?”

I laughed, enjoying her humor. “You’ll look amazing,” I said.

Rebecca grinned, clearly pleased with the response. “What should I wear for this? Any ideas on the outfit?”

I scratched my head, realizing we hadn’t yet sorted out the specifics. “I guess we should have asked earlier. I’ll get the details. What are you thinking about wearing?”

Rebecca considered the possibilities for a moment, and then her eyes lit up. “How about that cute executive dress? The black one I usually wear when I have to meet with clients and give presentations. You know, the one with the ‘high-profile’ look ... and a pair of four-inch black patent pumps. That should add just the right touch.”

I nodded, intrigued. “I like that dress. It has a tailored waist and that subtle but killer neckline. It’ll make a statement before you even say a word.”

Rebecca’s smile widened. “Exactly. It’s got that classic Mad Men vibe—very Joan Holloway, enormously powerful yet incredibly sophisticated. The dress hugs my curves perfectly, and the way it flares out just enough gives it that extra something.”

She then smirked, “And those heels got that sleek, almost fetishistic shine. The kind of heels that make every step sound like a promise.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And the stockings?”

Rebecca now with a grin. “A sheer nude. They’ll be my secret weapon. They’re almost invisible but add a touch of allure. The way they catch the light is exactly right ... they’ll make my legs look endless and irresistible.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve nailed the look. It’s powerful, seductive, and unforgettable.”

Rebecca beamed, clearly pleased with the choice. “Perfect,” she said.

I nodded, impressed by her selection. “Perfect,” I repeated.

“I’m really excited about this! I know it’s going to be a truly unforgettable experience,” Rebecca shared enthusiastically.

As we continued our lunch, the conversation shifted to other topics. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a buzz of anticipation. Rebecca’s readiness to embrace the role and her stylish input made me even more eager to see how this project would unfold. The blend of personal involvement and the project’s unique demands promised an adventure we wouldn’t forget.

A few days passed before we heard back from the FBI. They confirmed the details of the transport. Rebecca would be picked up from our company headquarters in New York and flown to Pennsylvania on Monday. The reality of the situation hit me with a newfound intensity, magnified by the fact that it involved someone so close to me. Little did I know that it wouldn’t be just a matter of planning; it would become a personal upheaval that would underscore how deeply intertwined our lives would become with these proceedings.

I skimmed through the documents that Lisa handed me, and a particular line caught my eye. It indicated that Rebecca was being transported to stand trial for a white-collar crime. My heart skipped a beat as I read further. The documents mentioned that Rebecca had a reputation for being difficult—a polite way of saying she’d be a problem. The FBI had specified additional security measures for her, which seemed oddly dramatic for a white-collar case.

As I read on, the details became more apparent. Rebecca’s profile was designed to reflect the persona of a notorious executive known for their high-maintenance demeanor and public controversies. The extra security measures included a highly scrutinized transport protocol designed to handle someone with a dramatic flair who could potentially cause disruptions. This wasn’t just about the routine handling of a white-collar suspect; it was about managing a prominent individual under intense examination.

I needed to know more, so I paid Lisa a visit to get a clearer picture. She was well-versed in the intricacies of the FBI’s request and could shed light on the finer details.

“There are extra security measures for Rebecca, but the paperwork is vague about what exactly those entail. Do you know what they are?” I asked.

Lisa leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. “I saw that too. However, the documents are a bit sparse in terms of specifics. From what I understand, the FBI wants to test their agents under high-stress scenarios. They’re looking for how well their protocols can handle a high-profile individual, and Rebecca’s profile fits that bill.”

“I understand that,” I said, agreeing with her. “But what kind of measures are we talking about? Will Rebecca be subjected to more intensive checks or specific protocols?”

Lisa replied with what seemed like a conjecture. “I would guess that it involves heightened scrutiny during the transport. Things like multiple security checkpoints, a detailed escort plan, and perhaps even a more rigorous evaluation of the personnel involved. The details haven’t been fully disclosed, but it’s safe to assume they’re preparing for scenarios where the subject could be a potential security risk or could attempt to create a scene.”

I nodded slowly, absorbing the information. “So, the high-maintenance persona means they’re preparing for potential disruptions?”

Lisa nodded. “Exactly. They’re simulating a situation where things could go awry, so the security is set up to handle unexpected challenges.”

The more I grasped the information, the more excitement and concern washed over me. In real life, Rebecca was easygoing and approachable, a personality that made her well-liked by everyone who knew her. The contrast between her true nature and the high-stakes, high-intensity role she was about to embody was striking. It became clear that the FBI’s scenario was meticulously designed to challenge their agents and test their protocols under extreme conditions.

The idea of Rebecca facing such scrutiny and the dramatic setup was both thrilling and unsettling. The additional precautions hinted at a level of intensity and complexity that went beyond mere professional challenge. This wasn’t just about executing a prisoner escort; it was about handling a potentially notorious individual under pressure. The thought of Rebecca navigating this intense and orchestrated environment felt surreal. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the experience would be far more intense and demanding than either of us had anticipated.

The project was evolving into something much more intricate than a simple evaluation. The contrast between Rebecca’s real-life demeanor and the dramatic role she was about to play highlighted the depth and scale of the challenge ahead. The anticipation of seeing her navigate this intense situation added a layer of density to what was already shaping up to be an unforgettable experience.

I nodded and thanked Lisa for the information. “Is there anything else we should know?”

Lisa continued, “The company will be providing Rebecca with clothing that aligns with the FBI’s profile for this role. It’s all part of creating a realistic scenario for their evaluation.”

I sighed. “I meant to ask you about all this,” I said a bit sheepishly. “I kind of forgot to bring it up sooner. I think Rebecca had already picked out something to wear—one of her dresses and her usual four-inch heels.”

Lisa smiled and shook her head. “The persona the FBI created needs to be a bit more dramatic. While I adore Rebecca’s classic 1960s style, the FBI wants her attire to reflect a more luxurious, high-maintenance CEO vibe—something that truly flaunts wealth.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I see. So, what sort of clothing are we talking about?”

Lisa said, “I’m going to order a high-end business suit for her. Then there are the accessories.”

She glanced at the calendar on her desk and, with a hint of panic in her voice, said, “I need to place the order now. Since we’re here...”