Stiletto

Stiletto was in a good mood.

For 3 years she had been an CIA agent. She had done dangerous work all day, every day. Then she learned that she could make more money for an hour's work than she had made in a month in the Agency.

She was highly trained, and in fantastic shape. She had been on three Hunts already and no one had gotten close to her. She liked the money, and she loved the celebrity she had a rising undefeated star in the sport. She loved how horny the actual Hunt made her. She even loved the e-mails that creeps would send her telling her what they planned to do with her when they caught her (spoiler: fuck her).

Today would be her fourth hunt, and she felt fantastic.