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Honey Trap:

Simone's Notes:

Honey trapping is the private investigative practice of evaluating the fidelity of partners in marital and non-marital romantic relationships. Investigators are employed by wives, husbands, and other partners usually when an illicit romantic affair is suspected of the "target", or subject of the investigation. Occasionally the term may be used for the practice of creating an affair for the purpose of taking incriminating photos for use in blackmail. A honey trap is primarily used to get evidence. In a typical honey trap a private investigator will approach the spouse of a client and attempt to flirt with them. This flirtation will only go as far as exchanging contact information, and then the investigator will leave and use the information to try to set up a date. The interaction is recorded by another private investigator and, if a second date is set up, footage of the spouse getting stood up will also be taken. This footage can be used to measure a spouse's willingness to cheat on their spouse, and as evidence of the faithfulness of one's partner.

Damon met her in a hotel bar. For weeks, he fought to keep himself clean after Katherine's death. /I fell into their trap again/, he thought. It embarrassed him to think about it. Damon forced himself to take another drink. Just forget about her, he told himself. You already made a mess of everything. Finish your drink and stay out of trouble.

Too bad trouble already found him.

The first thing he noticed was the scent of her perfume. Damon paused when he first smelt it. His eyes trailed slowly to his right. Her profile reminded him of her. The soldier blinked delirious.

"Katherine?" he asked. The woman's strawberry blonde hair turned with her head as she looked at him.

"Hm?" she asked. Damon paused before shaking his head.

"Oh," he said. "I'm sorry." The woman gave him a curious look.

"Who's Katherine?" she asked. Damon shook his head.

"No one," he lied. Her deep red lips curved into a devilish smile.

"Want to buy me a drink?" she asked. Damon raised an eyebrow at her.

"Isn't that kind of random?" he asked. The woman in red and black next to him giggled.

"Maybe," she answered. "Then again, I could be a random-type of person." Her tone told him that she meant to try and have him in one way or the other. Damon tightened his grip around his glass. /I will not give in tonight/, he thought. I have to resist no matter what. The woman gave him a rather curious look.

"You look really tense," she said. The woman stuck up her arm in the air. "Bar tender!" she called. "Two more drinks, please." Damon tried to look away from this alluring siren of a woman.

"Please," he whispered. "I don't want any trouble tonight." The woman leaned next to him, rubbing his shoulders.

"Trouble?" she asked. "Who said anything about trouble?" Damon's forehead broke out into sweat.

"Please," he begged softly. The foxy woman gave him a gentle smile.

"What's the problem here?" she asked. "We're just two consenting adults having a drink. Nothing more." Damon looked up at her with big eyes.

"Just a drink?" he asked.

"Yes," the woman told him. "Unless you were looking for something else from me." The soldier quickly shook his head.

"No, no," he said. "The drink is fine." The woman backed up with a little smile on her face. Her words and her voice had him hooked into the trap for Manami. She got down part one of the con.

"That's it," she purred in a seductive tone that did it for him. Damon's cheeks turned red as the bar tender served them their drinks. The woman pushed back some of her black bangs from her face.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about paying for your drinks tonight," she told her prey. "I'll cover both of us." Damon looked up with his glass to his lips.

"What? Are you sure?" he asked.

"Why yes," his new "friend" told him. "You just relax and drink up until your heart is content." /Because you won't get any sleep after you become my slave tonight/, she thought. Damon perked up at that offer.

"Okay!" he said. The man didn't take long to down his drink. Pretty soon, more empty glasses covered the bar. After the last drink, Damon turned to his lady friend with a goofy smile on his face.

"I really like you!" he blurted out in a drunken tone. He grabbed at her ample bosom. The woman laughed as she playfully pushed him off.

"Whoa, down boy!" she said in a flirty tone. "If you want to do all of that, take me back to your room." Damon's eyes lit up brighter than a Christmas tree.

"My room! Yay!" he cheered out loud. The woman patted him on the head before she took him away with her for part two of the trap.

Next Night

Next Time: Dr. Pierce begins a new program to break the pets.