After spending the day with Amber, Madison realizes how pure her friend is. How open and happy she is.
But, there is a sick part of her that wants to see the woman follow her path into carnal knowledge.
She's a bad friend, she thinks.
"Should I wear this," Amber holds up a light colored skirt, "or this?" she shows a dark skirt.
Madison looks to her friend in her bra and crotchless panties.
"I think you should go with the yellow one, with a white top."
Amber looks to the items and smiles, "Okay."
For her part, Madison wears a red top with a black skirt that barely covers her genitals.
When they're dressed, the two police officers do last minute checks before leaving to find a cab.
The driver knows what they're up to as he drops them off near the Pink Swallow.
Amber is excited for this dangerous side of life and eagerly follows Madison into the brothel.
Upon entering, Daisy greets the pair.
"Evening ladies, will you be dancing?"
Madison and her protege look to one another before nodding.
Daisy smiles, "That's good. But, Carl will have to see the new girl."
Madison's stomach freezes as she looks to the oblivious angel.
"Amber," the redhead says, "You need to go with Daisy."
The greenhorn looks from her to the experienced manager in confusion.
Madison leans in close, "It's an interview."
Amber looks worried as Daisy waves her on into the back room.
Madison feels anxious as they depart and can think of nothing more than to get a drink.
She doesn't think she's drinking too fast. But, her rum and coke empties before Amber returns.
The girl has a complicated look on her face.
Madison goes out to meet her and notices the wrinkles in her skirt.
Amber is quiet as they settle at a table.
"Are you alright?" The words seem inadequate as they come out of Madison's mouth.
She sees the redness of Amber's nose and the mist in her eyes.
"I'm okay," the naive woman says. "He just..."
He fucked her, Madison realizes.
For her it was a simple finger fucking. But, Amber's skirt and behavior speaks to the action.
Madison hugs the young woman. It wasn't the first time she's been fucked. But, in the previous times she had Madison right next to her.
The undercover officer notes the eyes on their display and separates from her friend.
"It's okay, Angel."
Somehow, Madison's trite words empower the blonde beauty and her eyes clear.
"We need drinks," Madison says as she takes the other woman by the hand.
The bartender greets them and pours out the booze.
They rest at the bar and Madison tries to build Amber's confidence.
"Hey, Firecrotch," comes a man who slides up to her.
Madison puts on a professional smile, "Hey."
The man is greasy. But, not altogether unpleasant to look at.
"Tell you what," the man says. "I'll buy you and your friend drinks for the night if you give me a bj now and spread your legs for me later."
Of all the come on lines she's heard, this is the most direct.
Still, the promise of drinks is appealing.
"Okay," she says.
The man arranges with the bartender a tab and smiles a slimy smile as he unzips his pants.
Amber watches with an open mouth as Madison lowers herself to polish the man's knob.
Madison feels the eyes of her friend watch as she slobbers up and down the man's shaft. It arouses her to show such a display.
The man builds while Madison cups her lips around his crown and works his shaft with her hand.
The man groans as he climaxes, cords of mucus coat Madison's tongue as his orgasm ends.
Being the professional that she is, she shows him his work.
Before swallowing, Madison turns to her friend. And, with Amber's eyes on the mess, swallows the man's seed.
The man shows no notice of the subtle communication as he pats Madison on the head.
"Order what you like. I'll find you later."
The man moves along and Madison looks to her blonde colleague.
There is a silence between them for a moment before Amber asks, "Do they like seeing the cum in your mouth?"
Madison strokes Amber's leg, "It's a disgusting quirk."
"I-" Amber hesitates. "I want to try it."
The redhead is surprised by the sudden declaration and matches her eyes.
"Okay," she says, conscious of how she's bringing this girl down the wrong path.
It would be one thing if the men came to them. But, when the men don't come to them, they come to the men.
Madison leads Amber by the hand to a nearby man sitting alone.
His eyes are on the stage when Madison sits on the cushion next to him.
"Hi," she says seductively.
The man smiles, "Hello, Firecrotch."
The nickname seems to have spread more than she realized. Her shame only slight at the calling.
Madison drags Amber to her side.
"My friend is new."
The man's eyes are predatory.
"She's still in the learning phase," she pats the man's growing bulge.
"We can give you a discount if you let her practice with you."
