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Madison feels fatigue as he doorbell rings.
She stands and makes her way to the door.
The glammed out Candy waits for her to open up.
"Girl, I've got it all figure out."
Madison is at a loss for what the woman has figured out.
"You can get all sorts of info for your assignment. And, you'll be safe."
"What?"
Candy smiles a triumphant smile. "A brothel."
Madison feels her world turn upside down.
"I- no- I." She can't put together a coherent sentence in the face of Candy's idea.
The experienced whore just smiles.
"You'll be amazing, babe."
"Now, come, come. We need to get your induction done quickly for you to work tonight.
Candy works quickly to get Madison out the door.
Breathless and on the road, Madison can feel a sickening coldness in her bowels.
How can she do this?
The ethics of an officer of the law prostituting herself...
Tears threaten to slide down her rosy cheeks.
"You'll love this place, babe. High end joint."
Finally, the car stops outside of a nondescript building.
"C'mon," Candy says as she gets out.
Madison hesitates before also getting out.
Candy knocks on the door and a large black man opens it, a professional smile on his face.
"Hey, Dom. Got a new girl for you guys."
The man nods politely to Madison.
The building is dark with mood lighting.
A central stage has a number of strippers showing what they've got.
Booths have onlookers and more.
Candy cuts across the room and Madison passes girls in exotic negligee and g-strings with dollar bills tucked in,
The women all flash professional smiles as they relay drinks and chat up the clientele.
Across the room, Candy finds the back room and the managers office.
"Carl," Candy says. "Got a fresh girl who wants work."
The man before Madison is a bald man with a mean look in his eyes.
"Candy, little bird. Here I thought you didn't need us anymore.
"Cut the shit, Carl. This here," Candy pushes Madison forward, "is Madison. And, she's looking for work.
The mean eyed man stares officer Lane down and she feels terror come over her.
A predatory smile tears across his face.
"An interview, then. You may leave, Candy."
Madison nearly faints as Candy squeezes her hand and leaves the two alone.
The bald man rolls back from his desk and undoes his pants.
"Show me what you've got.
Madison panics at the sight of the man's cock.
"I- uh-"
"Don't need you to talk, little bird. Show me you want the job."
Haltingly, Madison comes around the desk. Ever nearer to the man's massive member.
He eyes are locked on as she drops to her knees.
The scent of the man's sex makes her loins quiver as she draws a breath away.
The bald man, Carl, gently strokes her hair as officer Lane's lips meet the phallus.
She breathes deeply through her nose as her jaws separate to open way for meat to fill her.
Her tongue slides up and down his shaft. Her lips tugging as she lubricates Carl's sex.
Despite his mean look, Carl gently strokes her hair while she performs fellatio.
"Need a little more from you, dove."
Madison follows his command and increases her rhythm.
Just as her jaw begins to ache, she feels his seed pelt her tongue.
"Don't swallow."
The man smiles as he strokes her red hair.
"Show me."
Humiliated, Madison opens her mouth. The man's cum coating the inside.
"Now, little bird, swallow."
Her eyes are enraptured by his gaze as she swallows his foul fluid.
He pats her on the head and Madison thinks her trial is through.
"Take off your clothes."
A shiver runs through the undercover officer.
Impatience registers on the man's face, "Now."
Madison shakes as she unbuttons her blouse. And, unzips her skirt.
The outerwear slips off and all she has is her underwear.
His eyebrow cocks.
Her bra unhooks and slides to the floor. Her naked chest measured by this man.
Her panties follow and she stands naked before the man whose cum she had just swallowed.
"Truly, the carpet matches the drapes."
His taunt cuts into her and she raises an arm protectively over her belly.
Irritation registers on his face.
"Put your arm down."
Shamefully, Madison submits to the man's authority.
He stands and approaches her.
She wants to back away from him. But, holds back her fear.
His coarse hands explore her naked flesh.
His exploration winds down to her sex.
A finger makes her gasp as it penetrates her.
"Not a virgin," he assesses.
Her cheeks run crimson at his assessment.
"Suppose it's not surprising. Whore's don't make good virgins.
Tears spill from her eyes.
The man finds something else in his search.
A ridge that Madison didn't know she had.
A pained gasp escapes her as he stokes the ridge.
"N-No-" Madison protests and seeks to break their contact.
He holds her firmly while he caresses her g-spot.
Wave after wave rolls over until he says, "Cum."
A scream escapes her as jet after jet escapes her pussy.
A wet puddle rests beneath the weak kneed Madison.
The manager releases the dizzy Madison and returns to the other side of the desk.
"Leave your clothes. One of the girls will find you something to wear."
Madison is at a loss until Carl says, "Go."
Ashamed and naked, officer Lane walks out into the brothel proper.
Madison steps out before the patrons of the establishment.
Ice settles in her belly as man after man leers at her.
Her face is crimson as another scantily clad prostitute comes up to her and gently strokes her butt cheek.
