Undercover Whore Ch. 09

The early sounds of the start of a new day accompany warm rays that illuminate Madison's bedroom.

The haze of sleep slowly fades away and memories of the night before stir in her mind.

Suddenly, her eyes snap open to see her bed mate for the night.

Amber's eyes are open and she turns over to face Madison.

"Good morning," she says sweetly.

"Good morning."

It's the most mundane thing to say after the experiences of the night before.

Madison reaches out to touch the blonde beauty's shoulder.

"Are you alright?" she repeats the question of the night before.

Amber giggles a little remembering her peck on the random man's knob.

But, for as amusing as she might find it, a glimmer of shame makes her eyes sting.

"Yeah," she says. "I'm fine."

Madison doesn't know how to comfort the woman. But, she takes the initiative.

"I'll make some breakfast. You just rest."

The action gives the perky redhead to think of what happens next.

Her pantry isn't particularly well stocked. But, she has eggs and half a gallon of milk that hasn't turned.

As she scrambles some eggs, she feels her company approach.

Amber watches curiously, causing Madison to feel uncertain.

"My mom used to make scrambled eggs perfectly," the young officer reminisces.

Madison looks to her and asks, "When was the last time you saw her?"

The blonde sighs, "Christmas. We got into a fight."

"Why?"

Amber settles at the kitchen table.

"She thought it would be dangerous."

Madison feels a dagger in her heart.

"It is dangerous."

Amber looks at her back, "But, I've got you to look out for me."

The woman is too pure.

The eggs come onto plates and Madison pours a pair of glasses of milk.

Amber smiles kindly as she picks up her fork.

"It's not your mothers, but..."

"It's wonderful," Amber interrupts her.

Their eyes meet, Amber's green to Madison's blue. But, Madison looks away.

Their meal continues in silence.

"I have to get back to my place," Amber says.

Madison's red head nods, "Have a good day."

There is some lingering sentiment that can't be expressed. But, the naive newcomer smiles.

"I'll see you in a few days."

Left alone, Madison kicks herself. Have a good day, she repeats in her mind such simple words.

The rest of the day is open to her. But, she's been delaying a report that's due and so turns to her laptop.

It's tedious. And, much of it is made up. But, Madison successfully submits her report.

It'll be more difficult to keep her secret with a partner. But, the reports will be submitted by her and not Amber.

The day before her is long and Madison can't help but wish Candy would drop in and make her do something outrageous again.

Candy doesn't show up and the day grows long.

Her eyes are ever on her door, willing her hooker friend to show.

As the sun dips, Madison feels tense as though she's about to do something she shouldn't.

The excitement gives her jitters as she walks to her wardrobe.

Her slutty clothes have grown more abundant. But, she knows what she wants.

The red ensemble that she met her first Johns in. It's an outrageous look. But, she feels compelled to wear it.

She knows she could wear the coat to protect her from onlookers. But, the naughty thrill of sneaking off like this gets the best of her.

As she steals away she hears the ominous shutter snap.

The ice in her bowels makes the tension all the worse as she looks around.

Her breathing grows rapid as she hails a taxi.

The man driving her has knowing eyes.

After she tells the not unattractive older black man her destination he looks from her eyes to her chest to her crotch.

"The rides free if you suck me off on the way."

Madison trembles as she wills herself to say no. But, finds herself nodding.

The man leers at her, "Come on up front."

An undercover officer blowing a strange man as he takes her to her hooker corner. Is there anything more revolting?

She mechanically hops out and jumps in the passenger's seat.

The man shows no reservation as he undoes his pants and pulls out his massive black member.

Now that she thinks of it, she's never been with a black man.

He strokes her under the chin, "Well..."

Looking around, though blind to any onlooker, Madison bends over and kisses the smelly thing.

Her lips spread and she engulfs as much of the man's genitalia into her mouth as she can.

Despite her efforts, the man has a substantial portion of his penis uncovered.

Sensing the issue, slim white hands wrap around the base of his cock and slide up and down.

"White girl knows what she's doing," the taxi driver comments.

His compliment, though sickening, is exactly what Madison needed to here.

While she jacks him off and sucks on his crown, she feels the taxi swerve and slow down irregularly. There is substantial risk in what she's doing. But, she doesn't care.

She doesn't know how long it takes. But, the man's free hand pushes down on her head. His dick sliding into her throat.

She gags and feels tears escape her eyes.

His cock spits venom into her belly and Madison comes away hacking up semen.

"Good job, working girl. Remind me to pick you up again."

What remains of his cum coats her hands. She thinks to wipe it away. But, other than her clothes, there is nothing to wipe it on.

The man is unconcerned for her plight and Madison feels disgust as she brings the remainder to her lips.

Her show goes unnoticed and Madison rights her slutty outfit.

A few touches to her makeup and she doesn't look like she just got face fucked.

The man watches her leave with an appreciative smile.

"Any time, love."

Madison just watches him leave until she realizes Candy has appeared.

"What was that?" the experienced hooker smiles.

"N-Nothing much."

Candy leans forward and sniffs around Madison's face.

"Nothing much, huh? Well, Miss Nothing Much, what are you up to in this seedy part of town? And, your clothes. Banging, babe."

Madison blushes, "I'm here to work... I mean, for the department... You...know?"

The worldly woman smiles slyly, "Okay. Take any man you want."

Madison feels some heat go out of her face as she stands on the street corner. A couple other ladies of the night are nearby. But, Candy's corner is established.

A high dollar car pulls up and Madison sees two good looking young men.

"Hey babes," the one in the passengers seat speaks. "What are you doing all the way out here this time of night?"

Candy chuckles, "Whatever you want, Hun.

She licks her lips for emphasis.

Madison is less rigid than she was not too long ago. But, she still feels humiliation in soliciting men for sex.

"What about you, Red? You up for a party?"

Madison bites her lip and says, "Whatever you want."

The men look to one another and share a smile.

"Get in. We'll take you somewhere nice."

Not for the first time, Madison feels the danger of going off with random men. Though, compared to the rush she's getting her fears seem so insignificant.

Near downtown, an expensive hotel rises into the sky.

Madison knows the place. It's not the sort of facility one can just walk into.

But, when the valet takes the car, one of the men, with dark brown hair, steps up to her and slides his hand down to her but.

"C'mon, Red."

Candy and her John follow.

"You boys are in the big league," the experienced whore flatters them as they walk into the wide open lobby.

A few curious glances confirm their initial assumptions. Disparaging glances come on Madison and the party. But, only she seems concerned.

The party leads up to the penthouse where everything is bigger.

Why are these guys picking up hookers on the street corner?

"Wow," Madison says as she enters the wide open room.

Her man squeezes her butt, "Glad you approve."

A moan escapes the woman behind her and Madison looks to see Candy's skirt hiked up and the other man's fingers in her crotch.

Madison closes her mouth when she notices it dangling.

"C'mon, Red."

She's escorted to a grand couch and bid to sit.

"I'll get you a drink."

Despite the man's stature, he shows his manners.

The moaning at the entrance develops into an agonized cry as Candy climaxes.

The man holds her up as she trembles.

At this point, Madison's John returns with a bottle of white wine and 4 glasses.

The man smiles as he sits next to her, his hand on her thigh.

"Ahem," he coughs. "Will you be joining us?"

The other man smiles as he helps Candy to a seat across from Madison.

Candy smiles happily at her friend and takes the glass offered to her.

"So boys," she asks, "what are we doing sitting here?"

Madison's man chuckles as he pulls out a deck of cards.

"We were thinking some strip poker would get us started."

Candy purrs, "You boys know how to win a girls heart.

Both men smile at their chosen women.

"Let's play."

Poker's never been a strong suit for Madison and she finds herself bluffing when she should fold and folding when she should bluff.

The man at her side watches in amusement as the scantily clad Madison looses the thin fabrics guarding her decency.

The men lose less often. But, their coats, shirts, and ties come off until Madison is struck by her man's physique.

Her hand hesitantly reaches out to his abdominals.

He is so hard, she thinks. Her excitement building.

It doesn't take long for Madison to lose the last of her clothing, her panties. And, the man's focus turns from the game to her.

He leans in and kisses her.

Madison fumes thinking that she had gobbled up a man's cum not too long ago. But, sees no reason to bring it up.

Their tongues dance and he caresses her petite breasts, lightly pinching each nipple.

She falls upon the couch and she feels his weight press down on her.

Her pussy steams with her arousal and she feels him palm her sex.

The heat coming out of her drives the rise in the man.

2 fingers enter her snatch and seek out that renowned spot.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..." Madison moans under his work.

Her hands occupy themselves by reaching down to his pants and undoing the belt before the fly.

They pant on one another as kissing becomes difficult. But, at last, the man's rod presses into her belly.

She feels his muscles flex and spreads herself under him.

Their bits aligned, the man pierces her slowly. Rocking in and out of her.

Madison thinks about all the sex she's had and thinks this man the most gentle lover she's known.

But, she doesn't want gentle.

Her crotch humps against the hard piece of meat.

He catches the hint and exerts more effort in pleasing his whore.

She moans against his chest and her nails rake across his back. He seems all the more emboldened for the scratches.

She feels herself build until she's ready to burst.

Her orgasm does nothing to stop the man's intensity and Madison feels sensitive while he busts a nut inside of her.

An orgasm for the pair brings them back to the world.

They look to their peers and laugh. The other man is busy jack hammering Candy's pussy, their plateau remaining ahead.

All articles have fallen away and Madison stands with her John, his erection ready for round two. She lightly grasps it and feels the slickness of their sex.

He smiles and says, "Come on."

He takes her hand and escorts her to the bathroom.

The room is open with clear glass everywhere.

He steps into the shower and turns on the wide shower head.

Warm water tumbles down and the man draws her under the rain of pleasant flow of water.

She looks at him like he were her lover and not simply a customer of her trade.

Their mouths meet and their bodies collide.

She's never had sex like this. She likes it. All the slime washes away in a moment.

The man turns her to the wall and she braces against it.

He takes her from behind.

As his pounding continues, Madison grows weak in the knees. But, is held up by the powerful man.

His pace slows and she knows he's orgasmed. She feels happy to have given him that.

The mood slows down and they look at each other. Their hair matted and their eyes hungry.

The shower comes off and they take turns drying each other off.

Madison feels giddy. Exceedingly happy in this moment.

This time, it takes a few minutes for the man's erection to recover and so they return to the main room. The business spreading the smell of sex all around.

Candy's moaning, whether practiced or real, embolden her mate as he spills her juices all over the expensive couch.

"Come on."

Madison is taken by the hand to the master bedroom.

The bed is made and Madison can't help but feel that to be about to change.

He motions for her to get under the covers.

Madison follows the man and grins in her excitement.

When they come together under the sheets, Madison is surprised that he doesn't simply roll over on her.

Instead this rich playboy draws her into a spooning position.

He's tender as he traces a finger on her shoulder, his cock burning her butt.

"I want," the man says, "to fall asleep inside of you."

Madison is confused but manages an, "Okay."

This man, who could get any woman he wanted, slowly inserts himself into her.

It's pleasant. Comforting.

Afraid to move, Madison falls back into the man. His heat becoming hers.

The slapping sound of Candy's sex echoes around the suite.

But, gradually, it all disappears and Madison feels whole.

It takes some time. And, his member never leaves her as she falls asleep.

Wakefulness comes upon Madison quietly.

She remembers the night before. How the rich man dazzled her with his every action.

But, one thing's absent. The warms.

She's alone in the bed.

For some time, Madison refuses to open her eyes. Wanting to live in her fantasies.

But, he's not her.

She rises slowly. Her eyes searching.

What she finds is Candy sleeping on the couch, her body on full display.

Madison looks for some sign of the men. But, they're gone.

On the table between the couches rests many hundred dollar bills. The bliss she had experienced in his arms traded for the reality of her whoredom.

She feels some sting come over her eyes. But, she doesn't allow herself to cry.

"Candy," she says in a small voice.

"Candy," she pushes on the experienced woman's shoulder.

Through some effort, she rouses the tired woman.

"What time is it?"

The question echoes in her mind.

"I don't know."

Candy stands, her pussy red and used.

"It's fine," she says. "What a night, Rose."

The money is sorted and split evenly.

Madison can't recall a time when she's had so much cash in her hands.

"High rollers are the best."

Madison reluctantly nods her head. It was the best.

She bites her cheek as they both dress in their hooker uniforms.

As they leave, Madison can't help but feel anxiety.

They have to cross the lobby to get out.

She stalls causing Candy to stop.

"What is it?"

Madison trembles, "They'll see us."

Candy laughs, "You're afraid they'll see us. Rose, stay beautiful."

Without hesitation, the tanned woman resumes her walking.

Madison closes her eyes and takes a breath before chasing after her friend.

As she expected, the experience is worse than the night before.

Many people are moving about in the lobby. They're all oblivious until they see the bright red of Madison's clothes and the skanky attire of her peer.

Candy's unconcerned while Madison flinches at every disapproving glance.

Hooker, she thinks. That's what she is.

When did she stop being a cop and start being a hooker?

While she is traumatized, Candy takes the lead and solicits a cab.

More than one passes by. But, eventually, they have a ride home.

Madison's colleague in the nightly arts pats her on the shoulder as they part.

In her apartment complex, Madison agonizes as she runs full steam to her door.

She's relieved when no one comes out before she can get to safety.

As she walks into her apartment, she slips.

She catches herself and looks down on what was on the floor.

She freezes as she sees photographs, both large and small.

Pictures of her coming and going from her apartment in clothes that might as well be underwear.

Pictures of her on the street corner or going into the Pink Swallow.

Even a photo from last night of her bending over the black man's crotch.

The shock causes Madison to slide down against the door.

She doesn't have the nerve to look at them all.

Tears of fear and shame flow like rivers as she thinks about the implications of this evidence.

She smacks her head repeatedly. She's so stupid. How can she be so stupid?

And then, she realizes the dampness of her pussy. She's getting a sick thrill out of the ruin of her life.

Dully, she stands and walks to her bedroom.

Without even taking off her hooker heels, Madison slides under the covers.

She really is stupid. With such thoughts, she falls asleep.

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