Madison's eyes open and she sees an angel looking at her.
They're both on their sides, facing each other.
Amber looks embarrassed.
"I'm- I'm sorry for overreacting."
Madison thinks about the night before. Amber suffered being called a whore, and she's the one who's sorry?
The redheaded officer brings a hand up to stroke away a strand of golden hair from the porcelain face of her angel.
"You have nothing to be sorry for."
Amber's eyes sting. But, she doesn't cry.
They rest in bed, simply watching each other.
Madison, after a time, leans in and gently kisses Amber. Their eyes close in the warmth of their contact.
"I'll go make some breakfast," Madison says after they part.
Amber smiles ruefully, "Not scrambled eggs, I hope."
The senior officer smiles as she throws on some casual ware.
In the kitchen, Madison puts together some pancake batter and fries up some bacon.
Amber comes out in the over sized shirt and Madison can't help but appreciate the legs on the woman.
The blonde waits patiently until she is presented with a tasty meal.
"What do you want to do today?" Madison asks.
Amber is pensive for a moment, "Anything so long as we're together."
The superior officer smiles sweetly for the words.
As if waiting for that moment, her phone vibrates. A text message.
She recognizes the number and trembles as she reads the words.
"It's time to work, Madison. Bring the blonde, I know who she is. Bring your cop hats and shoes. You know the place."
Madison's mouth opens and closes a few times while Amber looks at her confused.
"What's wrong?"
The senior woman is at a loss for how to explain.
"We-" she hates herself. "We need to go somewhere."
The ice in her gut makes her lower lips tingle.
Amber smiles, "As long as I'm with you."
The words do nothing to soothe Madison's guilt. Her thoughts are to the humiliation of getting dozens of loads spent on her face and made to walk the streets.
She's confused about why they need to bring the hats from their uniforms. But, she knows it can't be good.
They finish eating and prepare to leave.
Madison thinks the blonde woman will question her on what the purpose of it all is. But, she follows Madison with the loyalty of a pet dog.
All the way, the redheaded officer feels her stomach tie up in knots.
Amber takes her hand and Madison feels herself calm, she's not alone.
The studio is as it had been in the past, unassuming.
The doors open and Madison sees the bed where she had been raped by men and fucked by women.
"Hello, officers."
For the first time, Amber trembles. She hadn't realized her cover had been blown.
The rookie looks to Madison for support. The redhead calmly takes her hand.
They may be exposed, but they're together.
In the company of the older man, a pair of men with many painting tools are present.
"What is this?" Madison manages to ask.
The men smiles warmly, "Your next performance. But, you need to take off your clothes first."
Madison breathes deeply and begins undressing. Amber trembles as, daintily, she disrobes.
Naked before the men, Madison tries to look unconcerned.
"What now?"
"Come here."
The older man places them at the stations with the painters.
In place, the artists begin to work their magic.
Each man, expertly, begins spraying blue paint on their breasts, crotches, and every other part save the face.
This is body painting.
Madison can't help but dread what is to come.
Amber looks to her friend for support and the redhead tries to smile for the woman.
It lasts for hours as shade and texture is applied to their naked frames.
Finally, one man finishes and then the other.
When Madison looks at Amber, she sees a police officer. And, Amber sees the same in Madison.
Despite herself, the blonde has trouble suppressing a nervous giggle.
For her part, Madison feels her pussy engorge with blood. She knows what follows.
"We can't drive you to our destination. So," he pauses. "Are you ready for a little stroll?"
Both women's faces are scarlet as they mechanically nod their heads.
Even for how terrifying this play is, Madison wants to be humiliated like this. And, she hates herself for it.
While Amber, wants to share the experience with her friend and mentor.
"Good," the older man smiles approvingly.
Shoes and hats come on and from a distance, the two women look the part of the police officers they actually are.
When they leave the studio the feel the warmth of the sun and the gentle caress of wind upon their delicate flesh.
A team of camera men capture the stroll from every angle.
For a while, there is no one to hide from. But, as the minutes pass, they start to encounter foot traffic.
Most people don't want anything to do with cops. But, some nod respectfully.
In these early moments, few take a second look.
