Police Commander Gillian Anderson felt the shiver run up her spine and turned to her right to once again look at the behemoth of a man sat beside her on the opulent leather back seat of the limousine and once again wondered what the hell she was doing here.
She was en route to whoring out her body once again. The first time had been just last night.
Blackmailed into humiliating herself by an invisible force she had spent a reluctant night as the sex puppet of a man only the night before and had received the crushing news that it had been captured on film and that he was a drug trafficker whose gang had landed a huge haul that same night. The blackmail had just continued from there as the voice on the phone informed her that to stop that footage becoming public and police knowledge she would have to subject herself to a days work in a brothel. It had all happened so fast, she kept thinking that if she only had time to make decisions then she would figure a way out of this with her career (her pride and joy) still intact. But she was given no time and it was only as the offer had been made to her that the limo had pulled up and the huge black man exited the back door to usher the sexy red haired policewoman in beside him. She could have resisted, she could have refused instead conscious of her job and position and in a daze she fell into the deep seat and within seconds the car had moved off.
Beside her, as the car glided through the traffic to the less salubrious area of town, sat Big Duke, a well known pimp around the city. He knew who the Commander was and saw the nasty irony in what she would be spending the rest of the day doing. After all hadn't it been Commander Anderson who had preached and practised the harsh crackdown on working girls in the city, her deep rooted racism very nearly showing on a few occasions. Still despite that he was uneasy at her presence here and what he was being told to do with her. It had taken the man orchestrating this a lot of persuasion for Duke to agree to it and he was getting a lot of payment for this - not in cash either!
Damn! She was a fine piece of ass, policewoman or not. The Johns set up for her today were in for a real treat. It was just a pity they were not regular customers, the blackmailer had set it all up to his design and Duke was in no position to argue with him.
An uneasy silence existed in that back seat as the scared and desperate policewoman sat there, right next to the big, fat, black pimp, the blacked out windows hiding their route.
The car imperceptibly slid to a halt and the driver came round to pen the door and Duke showed his guest out of the car and into the cheap and tacky fire exit door at the back of the brothel.
The interior of the building was no less seedy and Duke noticed that Gillian was screwing her nose up at the curled wallpaper and seemingly abandoned black bin bags that lined the corridor. An unpleasant smell pervaded the tight corridor.
"Don't you worry too much bitch, this is jus' the back entrance, we don't let the punters see this. It's jus' a quick escape when the cops try to visit us (at that he flashed her a smile filled with golden fillings). You're getting much better surroundings for your work."
Gillian said nothing but just followed the big man obediently up a dark staircase that opened up onto a pair of red swing doors that when they stepped through revealed a reception area. Compared to the décor so far, this was luxurious. The effect was somewhat ruined by the surly looking Italian-American brunette behind the desk with a sneer across her face and a half smoked cigarette hanging from her fingers. She cast a disparaging look at the frightened looking red head with Duke and shook her head, thinking 'one born every minute', and returned to her newspaper as the big man led the newcomer past the reception desk and into the hallway beyond.
It was a long corridor and each of the doors was especially left wide open so Gillian could see the occupants as she walked past. In each of the rooms was a woman, most in their twenties, some in their thirties, all were dressed ( or undressed) in lingerie of all shapes and colours. Each returned Gillian's stare dolefully, to them (who knew nothing of who this new recruit was) she was just another competitor, another whore. At the end of the corridor Duke pushed open the last door and showed Gillian into the room. It was sparsely furnished, just a double bed and a mirror and a wardrobe. She was immediately conscious of the state of the art camera in the corner of the room. Duke just smiled at her.
"We save this room for 'specials', today you're getting to use it, you should feel honoured."
Gillian just snorted and surveyed the depressing room.
"So what do I have to do?"
There was a resignation and acceptance to her fate that had not been in her voice even this morning in the back of the car.
"You can start by getting into those."
He pointed at some underwear on top of the bed. Gillian looked with distaste at them then picked them up in her hands. All they were was a cheap pair of lacy, black panties and a matching bra. She held them up and looked at her escort, expecting him to leave her alone to undress.
"No can do bitch. My instructions are clear. You strip off those clothes and get into those panties, then I take your suit and you can make yourself comfortable for your first customer. So get stripping!"
She sighed and considered rebelling but she was just so beat down mentally and had already decided she would do whatever it took to build her career so imagine the depths she would subject herself to to preserve that hard fought for career. Trying to maintain some semblance of dignity was near impossible so she just stripped off the power suit jacket, her matching trousers, her white silk blouse and finally her very expensive lingerie. She felt the big black guys gaze upon her naked body and hurried to get her new clothing on. By design the panties and bra were a size too small and the fabric of the panties disappeared in her ass crack and her bounteous breasts very nearly overflowed from the cups of the trashy bra. If the idea was to make her feel even worse about herself it worked. She sat down on the bed as the big man took her expensive clothes and felt like a frightened child. She wanted to know who was doing this to her and why and what lengths they would go to to humiliate her.
"What do I have to do?"
