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Madison Lane, a beautiful short redhead, has only been on the force for two days.
The academy taught her many things about the justice system.
In her graduating class, she was exemplary. A standard that others were measured against.
"You want me to what?!"
She can't contain her shock.
"We want to put you on the vice team," her commanding officer looks at her patiently.
"The team you'll be on will focus on undercover investigations."
Madison can't contain her distress. "You want me to parade around downtown like... like..."
"A whore," the middle aged man finishes her thought.
"I- I can't," she protests.
"You can. This is important officer Lane. We need eyes on the street.
"But..." she tries to protest. "I can't..."
"You can and you will, officer."
Her commanders' patience don, he says "Dismissed."
Cheeks flush, Madison leaves the office and makes her way to her new department.
There is some paperwork that she is required to fill out.
It doesn't take long. But, she can feel the eyes on her.
Fresh meat.
A shiver runs down her spine.
"You'll be working with a liaison the team has connections with.
"You'll meet her tomorrow. She'll show you the ropes."
The bored officer processes her.
"You can go home for the day," He says. "You begin tomorrow."
In a daze, Madison returns to he apartment in one of the spendier parts of town.
She collapses in her uniform onto her bed.
Unwilling to it, Madison submits to sleeps' power.
She hears the knocking in the corner of her mind.
It brings he back, begrudgingly into the waking world.
As she opens the door she can't help but smell the overpowering perfume.
"Madison Lane?" the woman puts out her hand. "I'm Candy. I'll be your coworker from here on out.
Madison appraises the bleach blonde woman.
She's pretty, with a strong tan.
But, her style leaves the officer in shock.
The miniskirt this woman wears is so short that Madison wonders if it won't just expose the pretty woman's privates.
Her bra-less nipples poke out from under her tube top.
"Well?" Candy says. "Aren't you gonna invite me in?"
Madison is shocked as she stands aside to allow the woman in.
"Girl," she says, "We've got to get you out of that stuffy uniform."
Madison wants to object, but knows she can't.
"Let me see your wardrobe."
Madison allows the hooker before her to look through her closet.
"Don't tell me," Candy smiles, "you're some Amish girl. All this is so plain."
Madison doesn't say anything as the professional picks out a blouse and skirt she likes.
"We'll have to go shopping. But, this will suffice for now. Strip."
Madison is shocked into reality.
"Could you leave the room?"
Candy has a bemused smile on her face.
"Girl, I've seen it all before."
Reluctantly, Madison strips off her uniform.
It all slides from her petite body.
"Love your form," Candy says. "It'll drive the Johns mad."
In her negligee, Madison moves to put on the outfit.
"Nuh-uh," Candy says. "Bra too."
Madison begins to protest. But Candy steps up and strokes her cheek.
"You have a mission."
Abashedly, Madison unhooks her bra and allows it to fall to the floor.
Candy's eyes fall upon naked flesh.
Her hand comes up and lightly pinches a nipple, eliciting a firmness as Madison's body reacts.
Officer Lane retreats. But, doesn't seek out he clothes.
Candy smirks as she hands Madison her skirt, then her blouse.
Feeling dirty, the officer puts on the only pair of high heels shes' got.
Candy claps her hands. "You look like a hooker on he first night on the streets."
Madison feels sick as Candy takes her by the hand. She barely has time to lock up as she's dragged out.
"Come, come. My car's close by."
Madison worries that he neighbors will see her like this.
Her fears go unrealized as she's led to a beat up car.
As she gets in she finds a pair of panties on her seat.
Unsure whether or not to move the item. Candy motions for her to get in.
A sick chill comes over the officer as she sits on her counterparts affects.
Candy drives down one of the seedier parts of town until she finds a run down clothes store.
Candy greets the cashier.
"New girl?" the man leers.
"You know it."
Madison can't help but feel as so much meat before this mans" eyes.
"Come on. This place has the best deals.
"First, panties are on the menu.
"Red's a must, girl. Doesn't stain."
Madison can't see how that matters to her.
Still, she collects a few pairs.
Then, at last, the leave the underwear and find the skirts.
"I'm thinking," Candy says. "This being your first night. We should take advantage of you red hair and match it with all red.
A few red skirts and tube-tops and only the stilettos remain.
"Girl. You're making me jealous." Candy mocks.
The cashiers eyes are predatory as he looks over her selection.
