She feels crusty in her nethers, her panties stained with the cum of an unknown man.
No alarm wakes her. Just the sensation of filthiness.
She sighs as she sits up. A look to the clock tells her it's early yet.
She labors to undress, and seeks the embrace of her shower.
Madison sits in the tub, every pellet of water warming her up.
Her arousal spent in the days preceding this one, she finds no pleasure in touching herself. And, the beads of water elicit no response when they hit her delicate regions.
For now, all she wants is the warmth. But, the longer she spends under the water, the colder it becomes.
With some effort, Madison turns off the water and dries herself.
She doesn't even know what to wear, so she gets back into bed naked.
She's comfortable. And, that's enough.
The day passes into evening when she receives a phone call.
"Officer Lane," comes an earnest voice. "This is officer Lee."
"Yes," Madison says after a moment's pause. "What is it?"
"Could we meet up tonight?"
Madison is loathe to leave her bed but asks, "Where?"
Amber's voice grows excited. "I want to see what it's like on the vice team. Can you show me what it's like?"
Madison sighs, "You'll find out in a few days. Can't you wait?"
"I know," comes the fledgling police officer. "But, I'm really excited for this opportunity. I'd like to explore it tonight."
Madison bites her lip, "You know you have to look and act like a hooker, right?"
A guilty silence claims the line.
"Alright," the more experienced officer says. "Meet me at..."
After directions are given, Amber excitedly says, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Madison sighs as she arranges her wardrobe.
Her clothes are hidden by a coat. But, her legs run long.
As she gets a cab, she can't help but feel like she's being watched. But, puts it out of mind.
Amber stands on the street corner looking embarrassed in a yellow top and matching miniskirt.
When the cab arrives, Madison motions for her protege to get in.
The inexperienced woman's dress rides up as she gets into the car.
"Where are we going?" Amber asks.
Madison smiles at her, "You'll find out soon.
The Pink Swallow is seedy as ever when they arrive.
"What's this?" Amber asks as she steps a toe into the deep end.
"A brothel."
The words make Amber shake.
"You mean we're going in there?"
Madison nods.
"O-Okay," Amber smiles shyly.
Dom, the big black bouncer, causes the blonde officer to flinch. But, she doesn't turn away.
The inside is plush with velvet and dark.
"Coming at you, Caprice Star."
The DJ plays a contemporary hit and all eyes are trained on the brown haired woman with rather large breasts on the stage.
Amber watches, captivated.
"Rose," comes a friendly voice.
"Daisy," Madison greets her friend.
"Who's this?"
The blonde beauty is oblivious as Madison explains.
"New girl. Just trying to get her used to things."
Daisy looks her up and down, "We'll wait to introduce her to Carl. She seems so innocent."
The undercover officer nods.
"Will you be dancing?"
The question catches Madison off guard.
"I-" she stammers. "I guess."
Inwardly, she kicks herself.
In front of a rookie cop, performing a strip show could end her career.
"Great," Daisy smiles. "You'll be on soon."
A sick cold rush makes her tremble as she takes the rookie to a chair in front of the stage.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
She could still turn back. But, she knows she won't.
Another dancer shows before Madison is cued to get ready.
Amber is fully immersed in the show.
"Next up we have our beautiful Firecrotch Rose."
Madison finds herself less averse to the vulgar nickname. But, she's still not pleased to hear it.
With a moments pause to breathe, the officer of the law struts out in crotch-less fishnet stockings and a black bra.
Her eyes find Amber's immediately, the younger woman's trance unspoiled by the familiar face.
The music is slow and Madison sways for the crowd, her pussy exposed for all the men to see.
Her bra comes off as an afterthought. And, she climbs the stripper pole.
Scanning the room, Madison sees many familiar faces. Men who've seen her play before. But, enjoy it no less now.
Off the pole, she stands before Amber, her sex exposed.
This moment is the make or break moment. Her whoredom known by another cop.
Amber blinks as she looks from Madison's pussy to her tits to her face.
Madison collects the bills thrown at her and comes off the stage to be replaced by another.
A little less shamefully dressed, Madison comes to sit beside the golden haired beauty.
Amber's trance has passed and she looks to her superior oddly.
"That's what we do on this assignment?"
Her question is asked in confusion.
Madison has no answer, she just looks at the naive young woman.
Her face shows a complicated expression causing Madison to feel uneasy.
"O- Okay," Amber surprises her whorish commander.
"Wh- What?" Madison manages.
The young officer has a look of resolve.
"I can do it."
Madison thinks she misheard due to the music. But, Amber repeats herself.
"I can do it.
"You can?"
Like her photo in her file, the young woman has a look of pride that belies her innocence.
"Are you sure?" Madison asks not knowing what to say.
"Yes," comes the proud voice. "Let me do it."
Madison deflates as she stands and speaks with Daisy.
When the arrangements are made Madison takes Amber by the hand.
"You don't have to do this," she says, not wanting to set the girl down the terrible path she's on.
Through her pride, the clumsy girl shows some signs of rethinking her plan.
But, she nods her head, "If this is what it takes, I'll do it."
Madison sighs and leads her back stage.
The outfits are erotic all around. But, as they sort through them, Amber smiles.
A pink set with see through fabric covering the belly.
The thing that amber is most fascinated by is the halo and wings accessories.
Madison had never seen it before. But, if she knows any angel, it's the one next to her.
When she's changed, Madison can't help but find the blonde breathtakingly beautiful.
Amber smiles in embarrassment as the other stripper comes down.
"O- Okay!" she says louder than she intended. "Wish me luck."
Madison nods and wishes she had the nerve to stop the naive girl.
But, she doesn't. And, that is why she goes out to watch her protege.
Madison watches as Amber walks out in front of a full crowd of men.
"H-Hello," she says shyly. Her arms covering her stomach.
Hoots and catcalls sound out as Amber tries to sway to the music.
"Take it off!" one man shouts as she spends too much time dancing.
Madison watches her shiver at the man's cry.
Amber's eyes are searching as she looks for Madison.
Their eyes meet and Amber remembers the confidence of her superior when she strutted before all these men.
Her hands tremor as she unhooks her bra.
White flesh is exposed and she tries to block it with her arm.
"Stop hiding!" someone yells and Amber jumps out of her skin, her arms falling away in embarrassment.
Madison feels the young woman's pain. It was her pain when she first exposed herself before strange men.
Amber's motions are mechanical as she tries to dance.
"Panties," a number of voices sound out.
The young stripper looks to her senior for strength.
Madison wants to look supportive. But, she feels terrible about the whole ordeal.
Somehow, Amber found the strength to expose her pussy to a crowd of men she'd never met in a brothel she'd never heard of before that very night.
The crowd roars its approval and all that the young officer wears is a halo and angel wings.
Madison can't help but see an angel being brought to disgrace.
Amber freezes, her nakedness on full display.
People call out for action. But, she remains caught in the headlights until the song ends.
Cash litters the stage. But, Amber shows no notice of it as she looks with misty eyes to Madison.
Madison comes on the stage and escorts Amber to the clothing room.
The young woman is rigid but she holds back the tears.
It takes some time for her to warm up and Madison helps her dress.
Sensing the time to leave, Madison escorts her to the door.
"Wait," Daisy's voice calls out.
The two women turn back and see the other woman with a wad of cash in hand.
She holds it out to Amber.
The blonde, dumbly, accepts the cash. Unable to understand what it means.
Madison knows what it means. But, now she needs to get the traumatized girl somewhere safe.
She knows of nowhere better than her apartment.
