Undercover Whore Ch. 03

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Madison feels fatigue as he doorbell rings.

She stands and makes her way to the door.

The glammed out Candy waits for her to open up.

"Girl, I've got it all figure out."

Madison is at a loss for what the woman has figured out.

"You can get all sorts of info for your assignment. And, you'll be safe."

"What?"

Candy smiles a triumphant smile. "A brothel."

Madison feels her world turn upside down.

"I- no- I." She can't put together a coherent sentence in the face of Candy's idea.

The experienced whore just smiles.

"You'll be amazing, babe."

"Now, come, come. We need to get your induction done quickly for you to work tonight.

Candy works quickly to get Madison out the door.

Breathless and on the road, Madison can feel a sickening coldness in her bowels.

How can she do this?

The ethics of an officer of the law prostituting herself...

Tears threaten to slide down her rosy cheeks.

"You'll love this place, babe. High end joint."

Finally, the car stops outside of a nondescript building.

"C'mon," Candy says as she gets out.

Madison hesitates before also getting out.

Candy knocks on the door and a large black man opens it, a professional smile on his face.

"Hey, Dom. Got a new girl for you guys."

The man nods politely to Madison.

The building is dark with mood lighting.

A central stage has a number of strippers showing what they've got.

Booths have onlookers and more.

Candy cuts across the room and Madison passes girls in exotic negligee and g-strings with dollar bills tucked in,

The women all flash professional smiles as they relay drinks and chat up the clientele.

Across the room, Candy finds the back room and the managers office.

"Carl," Candy says. "Got a fresh girl who wants work."

The man before Madison is a bald man with a mean look in his eyes.

"Candy, little bird. Here I thought you didn't need us anymore.

"Cut the shit, Carl. This here," Candy pushes Madison forward, "is Madison. And, she's looking for work.

The mean eyed man stares officer Lane down and she feels terror come over her.

A predatory smile tears across his face.

"An interview, then. You may leave, Candy."

Madison nearly faints as Candy squeezes her hand and leaves the two alone.

The bald man rolls back from his desk and undoes his pants.

"Show me what you've got.

Madison panics at the sight of the man's cock.

"I- uh-"

"Don't need you to talk, little bird. Show me you want the job."

Haltingly, Madison comes around the desk. Ever nearer to the man's massive member.

He eyes are locked on as she drops to her knees.

The scent of the man's sex makes her loins quiver as she draws a breath away.

The bald man, Carl, gently strokes her hair as officer Lane's lips meet the phallus.

She breathes deeply through her nose as her jaws separate to open way for meat to fill her.

Her tongue slides up and down his shaft. Her lips tugging as she lubricates Carl's sex.

Despite his mean look, Carl gently strokes her hair while she performs fellatio.

"Need a little more from you, dove."

Madison follows his command and increases her rhythm.

Just as her jaw begins to ache, she feels his seed pelt her tongue.

"Don't swallow."

The man smiles as he strokes her red hair.

"Show me."

Humiliated, Madison opens her mouth. The man's cum coating the inside.

"Now, little bird, swallow."

Her eyes are enraptured by his gaze as she swallows his foul fluid.

He pats her on the head and Madison thinks her trial is through.

"Take off your clothes."

A shiver runs through the undercover officer.

Impatience registers on the man's face, "Now."

Madison shakes as she unbuttons her blouse. And, unzips her skirt.

The outerwear slips off and all she has is her underwear.

His eyebrow cocks.

Her bra unhooks and slides to the floor. Her naked chest measured by this man.

Her panties follow and she stands naked before the man whose cum she had just swallowed.

"Truly, the carpet matches the drapes."

His taunt cuts into her and she raises an arm protectively over her belly.

Irritation registers on his face.

"Put your arm down."

Shamefully, Madison submits to the man's authority.

He stands and approaches her.

She wants to back away from him. But, holds back her fear.

His coarse hands explore her naked flesh.

His exploration winds down to her sex.

A finger makes her gasp as it penetrates her.

"Not a virgin," he assesses.

Her cheeks run crimson at his assessment.

"Suppose it's not surprising. Whore's don't make good virgins.

Tears spill from her eyes.

The man finds something else in his search.

A ridge that Madison didn't know she had.

A pained gasp escapes her as he stokes the ridge.

"N-No-" Madison protests and seeks to break their contact.

He holds her firmly while he caresses her g-spot.

Wave after wave rolls over until he says, "Cum."

A scream escapes her as jet after jet escapes her pussy.

A wet puddle rests beneath the weak kneed Madison.

The manager releases the dizzy Madison and returns to the other side of the desk.

"Leave your clothes. One of the girls will find you something to wear."

Madison is at a loss until Carl says, "Go."

Ashamed and naked, officer Lane walks out into the brothel proper.

Madison steps out before the patrons of the establishment.

Ice settles in her belly as man after man leers at her.

Her face is crimson as another scantily clad prostitute comes up to her and gently strokes her butt cheek.

Madison nearly jumps in surprise.

"A delicate rose you are, dear."

Madison turns to the woman in a garter belt lined with singles.

"Com with me."

The working girl guides Madison through the crowd of horny men. And, the officer jumps as time and again she is groped and pawed at by strange men.

Finally, they reach a door and Madison finds relieve from the hungry eyes.

"This will have to do for now, Rose. You're more petite than most of the girls."

A yellow bikini with two small triangles for a top find Madison's hands.

"But-" she tries to protest.

"Get with the program, Rose. You have a job to do."

Madison despairs as she puts on two articles that make her feel worse than when she was naked.

The two triangles slip easily off of her delicate nipples.

"We also need heels for you." She rummages about. "These will do.

"It's okay, Rose. Just go out. Sit on a few laps and watch the dancers. Learn what you can for when you're up.

"Oh, and you don't need to do lap dances. Just suck the occasional cock if he's got the cash."

Madison is experiencing a panic attack as she's pushed out onto the brothel floor.

Halting steps lead her to the stage.

A slutty looking woman with highlights lies back on the stage in a state of undress.

She clicks her heels in the air and then spreads her legs.

Madison watches the woman's pussy lips open with a pop.

Hyperventilating, she feels a hand find hers.

A man pulls her onto his lap. His hard on nuzzled up to her sex.

"Hello, doll."

Madison calms her breathing.

"H-Hello."

He squeezes her ass, "It's alright. I won't bite."

She can't help but feel that a lie.

"What do you think of her?" he asks, pointing to the stage.

Madison watches as the woman spins on the dance poll.

"I- I don't know."

He nuzzles his nose into her shoulder, taking a deep sniff.

"I think," he pulls away, "she's experienced.

His hand strokes the length of her thigh.

"Experience is a flavor all its own. But, there's something to be said for inexperience tool."

His fingers find her pussy.

"You smell fresh."

"A-Ah-" Madison moans at his fingering.

"Give me a blowjob," he commands.

The man's fingers don't leave her as she stands up.

She can't help but feel stupid as she drops to her knees between the man's legs.

He doesn't do anything. And, Madison realizes that she has to pull his penis out.

The zipper goes down, as every notch seems to seal her fate.

He runs commando and she finds herself holding his hot rod.

It almost burns her as she looks up into this stranger's eyes.

As if verifying that the cock was still there, Madison's eyes find the hot serpent.

Gently, she kisses the shaft.

The man's had grasps her jaw.

He directs her to the head.

Her lips part and she receives his meat.

Slowly, she inches her way down the shaft. Her tongue working the pole.

Finally, she reaches the back of her throat.

Rather than gagging, she tests how much further she can go.

She returns, sliding back until only her lips hold his cock head.

He strokes her hair as she rises and falls on his manhood.

"Good girl."

Madison isn't sure whether or not she likes his encouragement.

Up and down she goes until she hears, "Cumming."

Rope after rope of his cum deposits in her mouth.

She gulps audibly and her meal is realized.

"Good girl," he strokes her head.

As she stands, the man pulls out two bills.

He takes the strap of her bikini and tucks the cash into it.

With a snap, the money is secured.

"Com," he motions to his lap.

She looks around as if seeking an escape.

But, she obediently sits on his softer cock.

His fingers find their way back into her sex.

"Where did they find a firecrotch like you?"

Tears sting her eyes at his description of her.

"It's okay, darling. Everyone needs a job. You're a prostitute. It's good money."

But, she thinks, she's not a prostitute. She's an officer of the law.

"Ahh-" she moans.

The man's fingers are driving her mad.

"Now watch," the man indicates the stage.

The woman makes a show of stripping.

Her garter lies on the floor as she dances in her panties and nothing more.

She struts from on side of the stage to the other before coming to a man waiting with some dollars.

She takes his face between her tits and bounces them at him.

"I want to see you do that, doll."

Madison is breathless.

After all that she's done, is playing the stripper so far beyond what she can do?

"Go," he says. "Ask for a turn."

One last stroke and he pats her butt.

She is lost in a storm.

Her mind a fog as she finds the woman who had dressed her.

"I- uh-" she points to the stage.

The woman's eye cocks, "You think you're ready, Rose?"

Madison feels the blood drain from her face as she nods.

Her eyes go back to the older man who wanted this.

"Alright, go wait over there. I'll get you set up."

The woman chuckles as she walks off.

The other dancer winds down and collects her earnings.

"Next up, tonight, we have a special newcomer to our family at the Pink Swallow. Introducing, Firecrotch Rose!"

Firecrotch, she thinks with humiliation.

She stumbles out onto the stage in a daze.

Her heart beats fast as she looks out on all the eyes watching her.

The music beats and rolls.

Haltingly, Madison dances as best she's able.

Her bikini bottom rides up her slit as she moves.

"Take it off!" comes a cry from the crowd.

Madison's hands quake as she runs her hand to the sting holding back her petite chest.

Her dancing stops as she looks out like a deer in the headlights.

She searches for some safety in this hell. And, her eyes find the man who wanted this.

He watches on, bemused.

The swaying of her hims resumes and Madison pulls off her top.

Hoots resound as she struts for this room of strangers.

For a minute, this continues till she hears, once again, "Take it off!"

Shaking, she finds her island in the older man.

Her fingers slide under her bikini bottom's strings.

She slides them down, exposing her privates to the room full of carnivores.

She kicks the fabric off and returns to her dancing.

She bends at the waist, exposing herself in a way she had never imagined.

Off in her mind, Madison doesn't notice a man standing with dollars in hand.

She almost falls over when she sees the man.

He's amused as he waits.

Madison's eyes find the man, a smile on his face.

Agonizingly, Madison kneels down before the man.

His eyes travel from her tits to her eyes.

He leans in and Madison cradles his head in her chest.

She hears him breathe deeply of her flesh.

While the man enjoys hims moment, Madison's eyes find the older man.

He nods his satisfaction and Madison feels, somehow, relieved. Like she'd gotten his approval.

Why does his approval matter so much to her?

The song concludes and Madison realizes how much money had been thrown at her.

Mechanically, the naked police officer crawls across the stage to pick up all the singles.

It's humiliating. But, by the end of it, she has a not insignificant wad of money.

Still naked, she hastily shuffles away to let the next dancer go.

Her skimpy outfit on, Madison walks out into a crowd of men who had watched her shameful display.

"Good show for a first timer, Rose," comes the woman's voice.

"I don't believe I've properly introduced myself. I'm Daisy. I run most of the show out front.

"You belong here, girl."

Madison feels desolate.

Is this really where she belongs?

Isn't she supposed to be a cop?

The man waits for her to return.

His lap is open. But,, he makes no show of inviting her.

He's testing her.

Shoving her shame into the back of her mind, Madison sits on his lap.

He smiles.

"You are good, Firecrotch Rose."

She scowls at the nickname.

Rather than be allowed her discontent, a slight gasp escapes her.

His fingers have returned to their work on her pussy.

"You were great," he whispers into her ear.

A thrill runs through her at his steaming breath.

"But," he says. "When doing tits in the face, you're supposed to bounce the man's head with your breasts."

A weird panic at failing something flashes through her mind.

But, then, she wonders, why should it matter to officer Lane?

His fingers bring her back to the world.

Why is it that she finds herself so deferential to this man.

She thinks on her past.

She was the only child to a single mother.

Male figures were absent her whole life until she went to the academy.

And, then, it was always a matter of following orders.

Is that why she is so submissive before men?

The though stirs something in her that she doesn't like.

"Firecrotch," the word disrupts her thoughts.

"I'll buy a fuck in the backroom."

The man is in his early twenties. Not unattractive.

"What?" she asks, only partially understanding the man.

"I want to fuck you. Hundred even's fair, right?"

Madison feels as if she's drowning.

She looks into the older man's eyes as he slips his fingers free of her cunt.

"Go," he says.

Afraid, she opens her mouth.

"Go. I'll be here when you return."

Madison is shell shocked as she stands up from the man's lap.

She follows this stranger until they find an open booth.

He takes off his clothes and pulls her bikini aside.

She thinks he's about to kiss her.

But, instead, he pushes her down on the couch.

His cock slips into her with a gasp.

The man smiles down at her as he pounds her pussy.

Sweat beads on his brow and drips onto her chest.

Madison feels him climb as he grinds his sex into hers.

"Ah- Ah- Ah-" the man moans as he spends his seed inside of her.

She is breathless as he pulls out.

Her vagina pulses as it pushes out his sperm.

"That was great, Firecrotch."

His words sour her mood as the man sticks five bills in her hands.

With the man's cum inside her, and cash in hand, all Madison feels is dirty.

Dazed, she exits the booth and runs to the backroom office.

Carl looks up, "What?"

"M- My clothes."

Madison looks in vain for her plain clothes.

Carl sight, "Done already, huh?"

He pulls out a bag and throws it at her.

"Come back tomorrow around 2:00. Be ready to stay a whole shift."

Tears bite at Madison's eyes as she tries to find a safe place to change.

As she reaches the door, she feels a hand on her shoulder.

"Going so soon?"

Madison can't voice her distress as the man looks into her soul.

"Will you be back tomorrow?"

Madison wills herself to say no. But, hears herself say, "Yes."

He smiles a, somehow, paternal smile.

"See you then."

Kicking herself for her weakness, Madison walks a few blocks away before calling a taxi.

At home, she curls up on the floor.

Why does she keep doing these things?

She falls asleep on the floor. Her mind consumed by many men.