His part of the deal

Valerie stood in the middle of the forest, her body covered in mud. The only piece of clothing she had left was a dirty t-shirt that came down to her waist. She scrambled to cover her pussy as Victor approached her, his muscular frame towering over her shivering body. She felt a little intimidated.

"Let's discuss my payment.", he said in a businesslike manner. He didn't seem to be bothered by her flustered attempts at covering herself, instead looking her directly in the eye.

"Um, what do you mean?", she asked, confused. "Didn't Iris hire you to help me?"

"She did - but as a personal favor. And mission parameters didn't involve hunting down a dozen men who were chasing you, not to mention saving your life."

"Can't my organization, uh, reimburse you for your services?"

"Ha! Your organization refuses to work with me. No chance they pay my, frankly, substantial fee.", he laughed.

Valerie knew he was right. Victor had a particularly infamous reputation in her circles. He was likely blacklisted by every spy organization - at least, any organization that pretended to care about human lives. Iris had taken a big risk asking him for help. If anything, it proved in just how much deep shit she was.

"Why did you help me, then? You could have left me in the forest.", she wondered.

"For one, Iris is one of the few friends I have in the business. That means something to me.", he replied solemnly.

"Secondly, I have a mission that you can help me with. Do that, and I'll consider us even."

"What do you mean, help you with a mission? I'm not exactly an assassin.", she said, warily.

"That's exactly why I'm asking. See, killing people is what I'm good at. I don't need your help for that. But I got a contract that requires a more gentle touch. And that's where you come in."

"What exactly do I need to do?"

"Simple. I need to steal something from a target. All you need to do is to keep him distracted while I search his room. For someone like you, it should be a cakewalk."