Classy Kris Monroe sat listening intently to the vice squad shift commander. Kris was a twenty-six year old knockout buxom blonde with sparkling blue eyes and the face on an angel. She only stood 5'4" but was built to perfection. Around the police station she had some nicknames such as, Undercover Angel, Vice Angel, Kris the Dish, and Queen of the Scene. She was a detective and possessed much more then her stunning good looks. Kris had an uncanny knack for finding perpetrators. She looked forward to being transfered out of the vice squad and into the homicide division. Kris had been on the force for three years and figured that she could apply for the homicide squad in another year or two.
Kris and her husband Duane had no children yet. They were waiting for a latter time. She was assigned to breaking up illegal gambling operations and had excelled at her work. Kris was shocked when the commander announced, "Kris Monroe will be reassigned to catching the hookers and Johns around Vine street. We've been overwhelmed with complaints and our little Angel will be perfect for the job."
After the meeting she was briefed on her new duties. She was instructed to dress sexy and wear more lipstick and make up. She was advised to befriend and identify the working girls on the street. She would be wired and when she was picked up by a John help would be mere minutes away. Two male detectives were assigned to monitor her and be only a block away so they could respond quickly and arrest the Johns. She was introduced to her partners Joe Kinney and Mark Stone. Both were tall black men in their late thirties. Kris thought to herself that they looked like football players and felt she would be safe with them.
That night she shared her new assignment with Duane and he was understandably concerned for her safety. He went with her to purchase some new clothes for work. When they got back home she modeled a micro-mini-skirt that was bright red, a black halter top that did not contain her ample breasts, black-high-heels and her lipstick was applied very thick as was her makeup. As she moved Duane noticed that she did not wear panties. He became so aroused that he ravished her on the spot. After a fantastic fuck Kris exclaimed, "Wow! That was the best you have fucked me in a long time. Guess I'll have to dress like a whore more often huh?"
Duane responded, "I love the sweet innocent wife that you are but I must admit that you looked so fucking sexy that it really turned me on. You are going to wear panties on the job aren't you?"
His wife blushed and replied, "I'm afraid not. The whole idea is to make me sexy and appealing to the perverts. So for awhile you are going to have a trashy tart for a wife so learn to accept it for now. Judging from your reaction this could be fun!" Duane couldn't get over the transformation that a change of wardrobe had made. He loved the virgin that he married five years ago but lusted over the new Kris.
Kris's new working hours were from 6pm-2am. She turned crimson at the reaction she received at the precinct. There were whistles and all sort of comments. Most of them were rather lewd. She was embarrassed but also enjoyed all of the attention and the lust in the eyes of her co-workers, both male and female alike. The yearning looks of the females turned her on the most. She often wondered what it would be like to be with another woman but never acted on her thoughts about it.
She was dropped of a block away from Vine street and had to walk the rest of the way. She was assured that help would be close by. The street was filled with bars, porno shops, and strip joints but most noticeable was infested with whores of all shapes, sizes, and colors. She kept walking as the hookers yelled at her that this was their street and to get the fuck out of here before they kicked her ass. A little way down the street a car pulled over and a huge black man spoke out of the window, "Hey sweet thing. How much do you want?"
Kris was nervous but sashayed to the car and stated, "Depends on what you want big boy. What would you like to do?
The man laughed and said, "Everything but I'll settle for a blow job and a good fuck."
Kris said, "Two hundred."
The John exclaimed, "That's a bit high don't you think? I can get the same thing for fifty."
Kris leaned in closer and purred, "Yes but you won't get anything this fine for fifty bucks. Take it or leave it."
He replied, "You are all that for sure. Get in the car." The man drove into one of the many alleys in the area and started to feel the Vice Angel up. She told him she wanted the money first. He handed her two-hundred and mauled her breast. Then he started fingering her wet pussy and placed her hand on his lap. She was shocked as her hand could not wrap around the thick black cock. The man was strong and forced her head down to his throbbing manhood. She wondered where the help was and couldn't understand why she was so damn aroused. She had no choice but to lick and suck the big black snake. As she mouthed his cock he finger fucked her with fervor and commanded, "Deep throat it bitch. Get the whole motherfucker in your sweet mouth. That's it slut. Yes." Much to her astonishment she was reaching a rousing orgasm and loved sucking the big monster dick.
Her partners finally arrived and cuffed the man. She was so ashamed of herself and couldn't help but notice the judgmental looks from her partners. All she could say was, "What took you so long?"
Joe remarked, "We had to chase down a purse snatcher but got here as soon as we could. No harm done though; you seemed to be handling everything just fine (pun intended). Good to see that you are enjoying your work so much." Kris didn't answer because she knew he was right.
Three month went by and her partners responded in a more timely manner every time until she was picked up by an elderly couple. Unknown to Kris, Joe and Mark intentionally took their time so that they could watch the sexy blonde in action again. The Latin couple took her to a seedy motel room. The husband was fucking her from behind while the wife was on the bed with her legs spread wide. Joe and Mark got a room key from the desk so they could enter the room in stealth. They successfully invaded the room undetected. They both watched in total lust as Kris eagerly ate the woman's hairy pussy while the man fucked her from behind. When the man ejected his seed inside her Joe took his place. Kris knew that it was another man inside her steaming honey-pot but couldn't see who it was as the woman held her angel face tightly to her erupting hot volcano. Mark took his turn and then Kris was released from the smoldering pussy. Kris was in total shock when she saw her partners. Mark took command and instructed, "This got out of hand and no one outside this room will ever know what took place here." He told the couple that this was their lucky day and they were free to go but to be quiet or they would regret it.
Over the next three weeks Kris was a nervous wreck. She wanted to tell Duane but just couldn't muster the courage. Her partners keep hitting on her but she explained that it was a one time thing. She was pleased that Joe and Mark had responded quickly after the incident with the elderly couple. Her sex life with her husband had improved greatly as she was always horny. This was in strict contrast to the way she was before the hooker assignment. While strolling down the street looking so hot and slutty she was grabbed and pulled into an alley. Her wire was ripped off and she was led through a building and out the other side. Kris was then taken to another building down the street that was a run down apartment building and was ushered into the room of the three black hookers that abducted her. Once in the room she was slapped around, kicked, called a slut pig cop, and her clothing was ripped from her body. A jet black whore that stood 6' announced, "We noticed customers and working girls that you befriended disappearing so we figured out that it all started happening when your slutty ass self came on the scene. We did some checking and discovered that you are a vice squad detective. You have really hurt our business and now it is time for you to pay. My name is Martha but you will call me mistress from now on. I am a thirty-six year old whore and am proud of it. My two friends and roommates are Pearl and Minnie. Pearl is thirty-two and Minnie is nineteen. What we all have in common is that we are all hot whores that can't get enough sex. That's were you come in bitch. You are going to be our own little pussy slut and are going to keep us all satisfied. You will exist to serve us. I can't wait to get your sweet mouth on my wet and wanton cunt."