Undercover Whore Ch. 04

The morning comes and Madison realizes how filthy she is.

The cum long dried, she feels her mood depressed as she links on all that she's been through.

The bath is warm as it embraces her.

Her naked body, her shame is no longer her own.

Her fingers find her slit as she remembers Carl finger fucking. How he had commanded her to cum and she came.

How one man stroked her pussy while she endured it.

His fingers had been thicker, stronger.

She finds herself needing release. But, her own masturbation only leaves her yearning for more.

Breathless, she stops. Climax just beyond her reach.

She remembers the sick thrill of her whoredom.

The drain opens and the water passes from her.

With a sigh, the drys herself and walks through her apartment naked.

She remembers how men had thrown money at her. And, the guilt of taking it.

She'd lived her life with closed blind, afraid that anyone could see her.

Now she finds herself looking past the blinds. A sick coldness spreads in her bowels as she contemplates opening them.

She looks on her nakedness and remembers herself.

She should have respect for herself as a woman, if not as a cop.

A new outfit comes on. Conservative.

Her knees and belly covered.

A sick dread takes her through the day.

She's not going back. Right?

The morning passes and the afternoon comes.

She won't, she thinks as she watches the clock.

But, she has a mission.

No, she thinks. She's not a whore.

Achingly and mechanically, Madison calls for a taxi.

The lift drops her off at a nondescript street corner.

Breathing heavily, Madison walks to the building.

She knocks on the door.

A big black man opens the door for her.

She is breathless as the mass of meat allows her passage.

The lighting is low, as she remembers.

"The Firecrotch has returned."

Madison blanches at the greeting.

Daisy comes over with an unconcerned smile on her face.

"You ready to work?"

Madison doesn't have the answer.

Daisy pats her cheek.

"You'll know what to do when the moment comes. Just like yesterday."

Madison feels cold as she is escorted to the wardrobe room.

"Your skin is beautiful, Rose. I think we should match it with something nice.

Shear white brazier, panties, and a garter belt have Madison looking like a high class whore.

The heels match and her work clothes are set.

"You're a working girl, Rose. Just breathe and you'll be fine."

But, she thinks, she's not a working girl. Is she?"

"Knock em dead, Firecrotch."

Daisy spanks Madison's bottom in parting.

Despite her fears, nothing terrible happens in the first couple of hours.

A few gropes and many eyes.

"So, what are you doing?" a man she's seated across from asks.

"Um-" she thinks of her mission.

"What do you mean?"

The man smiles encouragingly. Most of the girls who work here have something planned for the future. College or nursing school. Something like that."

"I don't-" Madison tries to say.

"I can't see a girl like you doing porno. But, a lot of the biggest porn stars start in places like this."

Madison's mind slowly processes what he'd said before feeling hurt.

"Oh, sorry doll," he strokes her face.

"You can be whatever you want to be."

Madison hardens her heart.

"Hey," a man approaches. "40 for a blowjob, right?"

Madison is shaken from her conversation.

"Umm.. Yes," she manages.

"Take my spot, bro."

The man she'd been talking to stands and pats Madison's cheek.

It all happens so fast. The man drops his pant and takes a seat.

He smiles smugly at her.

She wants to will herself not to. But, Madison finds herself on her knees before the man's phallus.

He smirks as her nose runs the length of the member.

Her lips kiss the head and her mouth slowly spreads to receive his mass.

Up and down, she slobbers over this stranger's meat.

She feels his ascent.

With all the cocks she's been tasting lately, her skill grows.

She feels his balls tighten as he spasms into her mouth.

Unbidden, the undercover officer leans back with the man's cum in her mouth.

As she does this, her eyes find the older man standing over her John's shoulder.

Her gaze lowers as she closes her mouth.

"That is sexy babe. Let me see you swallow."

Madison fumes as she holds the cum in her mouth.

Finally, she swallows the man's seed and opens her mouth.

Both the John and her audience see the proof of her deed.

$40 change hands and Madison is left on her knees as the stranger departs.

Ashamed, Madison's head is on the floor.

The older man takes the seat and brings a finger under her chin.

"Come back to me."

Madison feels tears roll down her cheeks as she stands.

He motions to his lap.

She takes a seat on his rising manhood.

"You left so suddenly," he looks into her eyes. "I was afraid you'd never come back."

Madison hates herself for being so weak.

"Now," he says while slipping a hand under her panties. "How will we entertain ourselves tonight?"

Madison's breath catches as the man strokes her clit.

"Mm-" she moans.

The show on the stage takes their focus.

A blonde woman with a leather bra and panties twerks for the audience.

"Can you do that?"

"N- I don't know."

The man looks at her patiently.

"I want you to try."

Madison looks down sheepishly, "Okay."

"Good girl," he says as his fingers slip free.

Madison only realizes how wet her panties are as she finds Daisy.

"You're on girl," Daisy smiles at her.

"But- Um- Could you not use that nickname?"

Her request is as whispers unto the wind.

"C'mn right for you, we have Firecrotch Rose."

Humiliated before she even reaches the floor, Madison meets the hungry eyes before her.

As she comes onto the stage, Madison hears hoots and cheers from the crowd.

Her eyes find a patient figure.

She knows who she's dancing for.

Strutting out, Madison sways to the music.

It's a steady thump that she can match her hips to.

The stripper pole rotates and swings her clumsily around.

Her face steams as she hears some laughs.

Stoically, she faces the crowd as she unhooks the white bra.

Hoots reach her ears as her pink nipples stand unguarded from the leering men.

She sways with the music, trying to imitate the other girls.

The song peaks and Madison knows what to do.

Daintily, she undoes her garter belt and drops her panties.

Her eyes find the man's satisfied gaze.

Her heals come out from the mess and Madison feels humiliated as she turns her but to the gathering.

Up and down, haltingly, Madison shakes her booty for the mass of horny men.

She twerks with some difficulty until her song ends.

Shaking, Madison collects her pay and negligee.

Her face fumes as she crawls off the stage.

Her white underwear cinched on, Madison walks out into the crowd.

The men eye her like wolves would a rabbit.

She shivers as she finds the older man.

"You live up to your reputation, Firecrotch."

Beet red, Madison is unsure what she thinks of this man. He's neither kind or cruel. He's something in between.

He pats his lap, "Come," he commands her.

Obediently, Madison sits on his hard cock.

She does nothing to protect her honey pot from his intrusive fingers.

"You're an odd one, Rose."

Madison feels him stroking her g-spot as he talks.

"You seem like a virgin. But, you submit before anyone with a cock."

She feels embarrassed by his assessment.

"How long have you been a whore?"

"I- I-"" Madison fears responding to the man's question.

"To think, your cherry was stolen before I found you."

Madison feels guilty for how she lost her virginity to a stranger.

If she had met this man sooner...

Then what? Would she not have been used like a hooker?

"Mmm-" she moans under his power.

"Rose," he says. "Come with me."

Caught up in the man's wake Madison is escorted onto the street in underwear.

The big black man nodding as she is dragged to an expensive car.

His phone comes out, "Get the boys together. The usual place."

A thrill of fear courses through Madison.

She can't... The thought is beyond her.

In just lingerie, Madison lets herself be driven to an unknown location.

The man, whose name she doesn't even know, puts his hand on her thigh while he drives.

Panic comes over her as they park in front of a nondescript building.

"C'mon," he smiles gently as he gets out of the car.

In a daze, Madison gets out.

She fervently looks around to make sure no one sees her out in the open like this.

He sweeps his arm around her.

"You're doing good."

She is escorted into the building after the man undoes the lock.

Inside, Madison is confused.

There's a white studio with a backdrop, lights, and a bed.

She begins to hyperventilate as the man turns on the set.

Before she knows it, Officer Lane sees the man turn a camera on her.

"I-" she protests. "I can't."

He looks at her over his camera.

"Smile," he says. A command. Not a request.

Fear stirs in her and she smiles.

"Good girl."

He begins snapping pictures as she tries to hide herself with her hands.

"Look into the camera and stop blocking the view.

Madison feels her heart in her throat.

"Put your foot up on the bed and look over your shoulder."

Deferring to the older man, she follows his direction.

"Take the bra off."

Madison shakes as she strips her bra off.

The man's demands only escalate until she is completely nude.

"Okay," he says. "Hold you labia apart."

She shamefully does as she's directed while he comes in from a low angle to snap a picture.

What will she do if these photos get out.

Caught up in her fears, Madison doesn't notice the four men who enter until one of them lets out a whistle.

"Quality meat," one man says as he grabs her butt.

She dances away as the men circle her.

The older man has traded the small photo camera for a bulky video camera.

"Please," she begs the camera man.

The men begin stripping and soon they grab her.

First they take her to her knees and claim her mouth and hands.

Tears streak her face as she sucks and jerks off the scary men.

Madison is conscious of the camera recording her degradation.

One of the men mushroom stamps her face.

How could she be any more humiliated.

A jet of sperm escapes one of the men she's jerking off.

She feels the hot streak in her hair and on her brow.

It isn't long before she's forced to swallow a load of cum.

She's confused as they lift her onto the bed.

One man crawls between her legs.

"Ahh!" she gasps as he penetrates her.

Another man climbs over her and lines his cock up with her mouth. His balls pound against her vision as she fears she'll suffocate.

Two other men take her hands and she gets used.

Over and over, they take turns with her pussy and mouth.

Jet after jet of cum paint her insides white.

She cries while they continue abusing her.

As if to add to her torment, the man she came with watches on through a camera lens.

Hours pass in humiliation and degradation.

The one thing they don't do is take her up the ass.

At least, they didn't do that, she thinks.

Exhausted, the men bid their farewells to the older man while he takes photos of Madison's spent form.

"Good job, Rose. You were beautiful."

Madison can't help but feel ugly and dirty as the man sits on the bed next to her.

She jerks away when he stretches out to stroke her cheek.

He doesn't take the hint and just leans in farther to touch her.

She hates herself for feeling comforted by his action.

As he pets her, she cries.

After the moment passes, Madison is directed to get dressed.

The man drives her back to the brothel.

The bouncer lets her in, the night being young.

"Girl, what happened to you? You hair."

"I need my clothes," Madison whispers.

"What, girl?"

"Clothes."

Daisy comprehends.

"Okay. But first you need a shower. C'mon back.

A small shower room is hidden in the back.

"I'll bring your stuff. Just get some hot water on you.

The crust of cum on her body grows slick as water cascades down upon her.

She feels more dirty than she ever has before.

Her hair, those red strands, is matted with the slime.

Shampoo and clean water, finally, have Madison feeling like more than just a slab of meat.

Daisy delivers her clothes and Madison puts on her plain clothes.

As she walks out, she feels eyes on her.

"Goodnight, Rose. See you tomorrow."

Tomorrow, Madison thinks.

She needs the safety of her home.

The taxi drops her off and Madison finds her home unchanged from how she left it.

It remains unchanged. But, she feels she changed a lot.

She curls up in bed and thinks of all the humiliation she's endured since she took on this assignment.

She has lost things she can never get back.

Her tears soak her pillow as sleep achingly takes her.