Undercover Whore Ch. 05

When dawn comes, Madison doesn't stir.

Noon passes and she refuses to get up.

As evening sets in, she hears a pounding on her door.

She sighs.

At the door, Candy waits in her skanky getup.

"Hey, girl," comes the experienced whore's greeting.

Madison doesn't have much energy, but spares a soft smile for someone who might be her friend.

"You've been living it up in that classy joint. Tonight's a night to return to your roots.

"Come out with me."

"Candy, I can't..." Madison protests weakly.

She really can't advocate for herself.

"Girl, some fresh air will do you good.

Reluctantly, she lets herself be dragged out from safety.

"You're good as you are. You can change later.

They get into Candy's beater and find their way to the familiar corner.

Madison picks red panties, a black skirt, and a white tube top.

On the streets, in her uniform, Madison watches cars pass.

They all know what she's here for. But, not all of them have the nerve to stop.

Until one man, horny enough, stops.

"You," the man picks Madison.

"Suck and fuck," he says.

The undercover officer nods with a professional smile on her face.

Candy watches her go off.

At their rendezvous alley, the man unzips his pants and unleashes his meat.

Madison needs no further direction as she engulfs the phallus with her pretty red lips.

Up and down, she slobbers over his penis.

She comes up and rubs the length of his cock with her lips.

Her tongue finds his balls as she sniffs his manhood.

Her hand grips his cock and works up and down his shaft.

"A- Ah-" he moans as she feels his climax begin.

Her lips kiss his cock head just as the first rope is expelled from his body.

Over and over, she sucks up his seed.

When he finishes, she opens her mouth to him before swallowing.

"You're amazing," the man says.

She doesn't know why. But, she feels pleased by his comment.

Out on the hood of his car, the man takes her doggy style.

The slapping of their crotches echoes through the alley.

She finds herself enjoying the meat in her love tunnel.

On and on, he grinds into her.

She feels her own climax coming as he pounds her.

A moan escapes her as she squirts the man's sex with her juices.

The man laughs as he fucks her.

Finally, he moans and unleashes a torrent of cum into her.

Righting their clothes, Madison feels the warmth of his seed inside her.

He smiles as he lets her back into his car.

"Do you usually work this corner?" he questions.

"Kind of."

"Well, maybe I can come find you again."

"Yeah," she says. "Maybe."

He droops her off where she started.

"What's wrong, Hun?"

Madison looks over Candy and then herself.

Bare nipples pushing against the fabric of her top. A slutty miniskirt that hides her honey well, if only barely. And, hooker heals.

"It's just, I didn't think all this would happen to me."

She doesn't feel tears threatening to overflow. Instead, she feels the wetness of her loins.

"Girl," Candy says. "You're right where you need to be.

"Sometimes the Johns get a little out of hand. But, they're mostly tame.

"I know you get of kick out of this lifestyle."

Madison sighs, "Maybe."

The night continues, interrupted by the odd blowjob.

The cum she was so loathe to drink only days prior goes down like a shot of whiskey.

She spreads her legs for any man with the cash.

No longer is she an undercover cop playing the whore. Now she is the whore playing the role of a cop.

Her sex still drips from her most recent rendezvous when Candy turns to her.

"Well, sugar. That's it for the night. I'll drop you off.

"You working with me tomorrow or are you going to the Pink Swallow?"

A thrill of odd excitement passes through her as she says she'll work the brothel.

As Madison gets out at her apartment, she sees a man on a balcony staring down on her.

Despite her realization of her nature, she looks on her shameful appearance.

Being seen by her neighbors like this melts her bowels.

In apartment, she strips the slutty outfit from her flesh.

Her pretty pussy is red for use.

A finger tests her cave.

The semen has dripped out of her. But, as she brings the finger to her lips, Madison tastes the men she's been used by.

Despite herself, the thought of it sets her nethers aquiver.

The shower runs hot. And, the officer organizes her thoughts.

She has a report to make up.

But, how can she admit to and not come under scrutiny.

The towel is soft and soon she's dry.

Rather than put on fresh clothes, she sits naked in front of her computer.

The report is open before her.

She can't organize her thoughts. She's too wound up.

A hand drifts between her legs.

A shameful moan escapes her as she strokes her clit.

Her other hand works the keyboard as she penetrates her pussy.

"Nnn-" she moans as she ascends.

Over and over, she brings herself to the edge of climax.

The report forgotten, Madison massages her breasts.

"Nnn- Ah."

She's so close.

Memories flood Madison's mind as she masturbates.

How proud she was when she passed the academy. How excited she was to get her first assignment. How she lost her maidenhead and first kiss to two different cocks on the same night.

"Ah- Ah- Ahh-" she moans.

The shame of her life pushes her over the brink.

Jets of her honey spray under the table she's working at.

She's shaking as her orgasm passes.

If not for her whoredom, Madison could never feel this sickening pleasure.

Her fingers slip from her tunnel.

The wetness passes her lips and she tastes the tang of her juices.

Her focus returns to her report with purpose.

As she submits it, she breathes deeply.

She'll hide the truth. She has to.

The sheets of her bed are smooth as she climbs into bed.

Her mind races with thoughts of what she'll be made to do tomorrow.

Dom, the big black bouncer lets her in.

His is a professional smile. He doesn't leer at her like the other men do.

"Looking good, Hun," Daisy says in greeting.

Despite herself, Madison smiles a genuine smile at her collegue.

"How's the Swallow today?"

Daisy leans against the bar. Her panties and bra cradling her soft form.

"As happening as ever. Think you'll dance tonight?"

The cold in Madison's belly thaws.

"Yes," she says. Barely getting it out.

Daisy smiles, "Go get dressed, darling. They'll eat you up.

Madison finds the backroom and sifts through the costumes.

She finds a string of pearls for panties and a similarly thin string to bind her breasts.

The pearls ride up into her slit and her bra, for lack of a better word, exposes her her pink nipples.

It's the sluttiest outfit she's ever seen.

Butterflies in her stomach, Madison puts on the erotic underwear.

She doesn't know what she's trying to achieve by letting so many men see her like this.

As she walks out into the crowd, she feels men fucking her with their eyes.

A shiver runs down her spine.

"Hey, baby." A man grabs her by her but. "Sit with me."

Madison obediently sits next to him.

"Darling," he says. "You are beautiful."

"Thanks," she responds, uncertain of how to carry on a conversation with a dressed man in her state.

"What kind of music do you like?"

He's trying to chit chat. But, his eyes never leave her breasts.

"Would you like a blowjob?" she blurts out.

His eyes find hers, a smile on his lips.

"How much, doll?"

"40," she says, placing her hand on his growing manhood.

He weighs his options for a moment before saying, "Okay."

She drops to her kneels and feels the pearls ride up in her slit.

A sick rush comes over her as she brushes her face along his restrained phallus.

She looks up to see his excitement.

Her fingers caress his thighs before finding the zipper of his pants.

Unbuckled, Madison runs her nose along the one remaining layer. An intimate sniff alerts her to his arousal.

The underwear falls and the penis springs up to smack her in the cheek.

Her lips chase the crown of his manhood, streaking by his shaft.

Red lipstick smears along his cock before Madison kisses the precum off his tip.

One hand grasps his shaft, while her lips and tongue play with the head.

A quake runs through the man as Madison jacks the man off into her mouth.

Seemingly as fast as she begins, the man nuts. His cum filling the void in her mouth.

Making sure she has it all, Madison leans back to show the man his seed before swallowing.

She smiles at him to show her task complete.

The man strokes her cheek. "I like you."

Two bills find her panty line.

She parts with the man to go up to the bar.

"Rum and coke," she requests.

She's never really drunk alcohol before. She's always had schoolwork to keep her on the straight path. But, with all the semen she's been swallowing lately, a little booze is nothing.

She sips on her drink. It tastes better than cum at least.

A man slides up to her at the bar.

She smiles a professional smile as he strokes her thigh.

"You're amazing, Firecrotch."

Despite everything, she fumes at the nickname.

"I'd like to feel that fire."

He's direct. But, Madison finds herself drawn to that confidence.

Her rum and coke goes down in a shot. And, Madison briefly squeezes his mass over his pants.

"Follow me," she says seductively.

At one of the empty booths, Madison pushes the man down on his back.

She helps him to peel away his clothes. His cock springing out to meet her.

As she mounts the man, she thinks that this is the first time she's looked down on a man during sex.

She kind of likes it.

Her hand grasps his cock and she lines it up with her crevice, the pearls sliding aside.

She looks into his eyes as inch by inch she engulfs him.

Lust and satisfaction registers in his gaze. And, he massages her breasts while she fucks him.

Up and down, she grinds into his crotch.

Her pussy lips engorge with a flush of red hot blood.

She feels her body quake as she squirts on top of his penis.

The man smiles proudly.

This back and forth continues until the man grunts.

Madison slows her tempo, squeezing out every last drop of jizz with her vagina.

She feels his member soften. And, with a pop their sexes separate.

Madison cups a hand under her pussy as she gets off of him.

Separated, she takes the cum filled hand and, with him watching, laps it up with her tongue.

"Firecrotch Rose," the man says, "you were made for sex."

Embarrassed by his assessment, Madison quickly takes his money and returns to the bar.

Before she can order another drink, Daisy comes up to her.

"C'mon, girl. We need somebody on the pole." The woman motions toward the stage.

Madison breathes in deeply, "Okay."

Making her way through the crowd, Madison reaches the doorway to the stage.

"Coming right at you. The one, the only, Firecrotch Rose."

The DJ starts the song and she struts out as she's seen other strippers do when they come out.

She begins dancing and gyrating in the strings that can barely be called underwear.

Hoots and catcalls reach her ears.

The pearls of her g-string grind into her wet pussy.

The top comes off and Madison twirls on the stripper pole.

The pearls come off and she twerks for the masses.

A man stands waiting for tits in the face.

Madison freezes like a deer caught in the headlights.

It's him. The man who recorded her rape.

Mechanically, Madison walks over to the older man.

His eyes watch hers as she kneels before him.

Caught in a snare, Officer Lane bats his face between her breasts.

He has a smug look on his face that stirs up anger in her.

She turns back to her dance.

Reaching between her legs, Madison spreads her labia for the crowd, making them go wild.

Her dance ends and she collects the dollar bills on the stage.

The next dancer takes her place. And, the night keeps turning.

She sees him looking at her. But, she turns away. Trying to find something else for her to focus on.

One man caresses her soft belly.

Madison smiles and keeps up with the small talk.

Finally, the man gives voice to his desire.

Her eyes find the older man.

She hates his gaze as she drops to her knees and polishes the stranger's knob.

He watches her satisfy another man and Madison can't help but wonder why he gets pleasure seeing her with another man.

She flashes the man her cum filled mouth.

Swallowing, the deed is done.

With a final caress, the man pays her.

The night passes with her sex as the commodity.

The older man sits quietly, ever watching her.

Finally, the night closes and Madison approaches the man.

"What do you want?" she asks with a huff.

"You," is all he says.

Despite herself, Madison's knees go weak.

"You had me-" She chokes on the word, "raped."

The man nods patiently.

"I needed to see you as you were."

Tears roll down Madison's cheeks.

"Sit," he pats his lap.

Hate stirs in the woman. But, she finds herself sitting on his lap.

There's no rise in him as he cradles her form.

"It's okay, Rose. It's okay."

She can't help but wonder what could possibly be okay with her life right now.

The older man pulls out a business card.

"Come to the address listed tomorrow afternoon."

Madison shivers as she accepts his car.

He pats her butt, "Goodnight, Rose."

As he stands, he takes a final look at her.

"See you at work tomorrow."

An ice settles in her belly. Work like the last time. Gang banged by four men while pleading for escape.

The ice is in her belly because she knows she'll go.

Daisy says goodbye as the Pink Swallow closes down for the night.

The taxi drops her off at home and Madison showers off the grime of sweat and sex.

She looks hatefully on the business card.

Is she really such a whore that she would submit to so much abuse again?

With thoughts on her fears coming to pass, Madison finds sleep.

Why is she doing this, she wonders as the taxi drops her off before the familiar building.

Her cheeks run crimson as thoughts of her humiliation stir.

She straightens her spine.

She's a police woman. She could have them all arrested if she wanted.

But, then...

She deflates as she approaches the door.

It gives way and she finds herself in the studio.

She's surprised by what she sees.

The familiar older man is busy taking photographs of two beautiful women.

Their porcelain white skin matches Madison. But, one is blonde. And, the other with dazzling black hair.

The two women drip with sex as they pose in their negligee.

Butterflies flutter in Madison's stomach as she approaches.

Only the one man is present and the women don't seem so scary.

"Your clothes are over there."

He doesn't even greet her before telling her what to do.

She fumes as she picks up the bag.

There's a theme as she dresses in the red lingerie that matches her hair.

The other two women match with white and black.

The camera shutter captures picture after picture of the two stunning women.

Despite herself, Madison feels hot in the panties, garter belt, and bra.

"Come," he commands.

She scowls as she obeys.

The two women are cool. Neither friendly nor unfriendly.

He places Madison between the two beauties. Both women are taller than her.

A trickle of fear comes over her as the women pose in erotic stances.

Over and over, the man commands them, taking hundreds of pictures.

"Tops off."

The man's words bring Madison back to reality.

The other two women are quick to disrobe and come to help her unhook her bra.

This is nothing new, she tries to convince herself.

But, now, there's photographic evidence of her impropriety.

The black haired woman has a mean look on her face as she grips one of Madison's nipples and twists.

"Ah- Ow-" she whines.

All the while photos capture the moment.

Kindly, the blonde stoops down and sucks on the red nipple.

The erotic play carries on until their panties lie discarded on the floor.

On the bed, Madison lies buck as the black haired beauty mounts her face.

With all the cocks she's sucked, she thinks she should be used to the action. But, the sopping mess of the brunettes shaved pussy, grinding into her face, is new.

Her tongue laps up the tangy fluid.

As she performs her task, the blonde crawls up her legs.

A shiver courses through Madison as she feels lips sucker up to her sex.

The black haired woman reaches back and caresses her breasts. Her earlier meanness forgotten by the eroticism of their love making.

The stations swap and again she laps up the honey of the blonde woman.

"Enough," the man calls as Madison is caught building to an orgasm.

The man pulls out two strap ons.

Madison is confused as the other ladies professionally change attire.

The blonde, lovingly, kisses Madison.

She feels the dildo nuzzle up against the mouth of her sopping wet pussy.

"Ah- Ahh-" escapes her as she takes in the mass. Her orgasm on the brink of climax.

But, then, something she's not prepared for happens.

The brunette lines the phallus along her ass crack.

"Ohh- No!" she nearly screams as the slick head parts the delicate flesh.

"No- No- Stop!"

Despite her protest, her anal virginity is claimed by this mean woman.

Slowly at first, they push into her. But, over and over, they prod at her.

Shamefully, Madison moans as she meets the line between pain and pleasure.

"Nn- Ngh!" Madison moans as she orgasms.

Faint, she is supported by the two women as she is double teamed.

The fuck carries on with many different positions taken.

Her meat is raw and Madison tumbles away from her lovers.

On the floor, she cradles her knees.

Why did she even come?

All this so that a stranger can take pictures of her.

"That's enough. Go shower."

The two other women go off to clean up while Madison sits naked with the older man.

"What-" she hesitates. "What are you doing with all this?"

The man looks at her.

He smiles a kindly smile. "Making you a star, Rose."

A surge of panic runs through her.

"What-" she trembles. "What do you mean?"

The man finds his smart phone and pulls up the internet.

Ice forms in her gut.

He brings up a website with pictures and video of her gang bang.

"Ta- Take it down!"

She trembles, afraid what this means for her.

"No." The man speaks with such finality that it leaves her stunned.

"I- I could call the cops."

The man's gaze is steady. "You won't do that."

"Yes, I will," she says softly.

"No," he says. "You won't, Officer Lane."

She feels as if he'd just slapped her.

"B- But... What are you talking about?"

He smiles a knowing smile.

"Facial recognition software is pretty advanced these days. I found matches in your social media accounts.

The ice in her belly shatters and Madison feels the urge to vomit.

"It's okay, Firecrotch. You keep my secret. I keep yours."

Hastily, Madison collects her clothes.

"I'll be in touch," he says as she departs.

Madison freezes at the promise of more degradation.

Out on the streets, Madison walks away from the building.

He knows.

She feels the color drain from her face.

An officer of the law prostituting herself and becoming a porn star.

She can't think of a more disgraceful way to ruin her career.

She's breathing heavily as the taxi arrives.

She needs to get home. To get away from John's and porn stars.

She needs to return to how she was a week ago. Chaste.

Hah, she laughs at herself. Chaste.

The shower runs hot as Madison tries to think of a way out of her hell.

For whatever reason, her fingers find her pussy. The hot water pelts her as she climbs.

The danger. The fear. It makes this moment real. Makes her alive.