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The hooker did not think of herself as merely a paid sex worker, but as a highly paid escort, someone to look good and make a man feel good. So, it was not obvious when she walked into the nice (but modest) motel asking about a certain room what she was. The manager simply pointed her in the right direction, having been told to expect someone as a guest for that particular room, and paid well for his discretion.

She walked slowly but gracefully, wondering why a man like that would meet her here. If it was merely about sex, again, she did not consider herself a mere hooker, but someone of a bit more class. Just sex would be a misuse of her services.

Still, the money was right and the client was reputable, so she thought little of it. Maybe he was just unfamiliar with this type of thing. She was told to open the door and quietly enter when she got to the room and she did so.

Empty. She did find it a bit odd though. She had been in in plenty of motels like this before she had gotten to the position and price range she was in now and she noticed that this room seemed big, almost too big. She walked to the bathroom to check it and as she did, she heard a sound. She pulled away from the bathroom and broke to into a run, getting out her pepper spray, but it was too late. She was grabbed and taken through the hidden door that should have led into another room, but instead led what looked like an operating room! She was strapped down, trying to scream and she looked over, seeing her client on a table as well, smiling at her as she was then sedated...

Mr. Steele walked to another room, not more than two rooms down, elated. The place was nearly empty, save for the three occupied rooms, the team in the fake hotel room, and the hotel clerk who was smart enough to take the money and say nothing. As he walked to his room and opened the door, another door opened and another old man walked into the room that Mr. Steele had come from. His hooker was just about to arrive and he needed to get ready. As Mr. Steele was about to close his door, he smiled at the other old man. No words were shared. No were needed. Both knew what came next for the other man and both knew that was exactly why they had all came here.