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She comes into consciousness with the ringing of her phone.

Groggily, Madison paws at her phone.

"This is Madison Lane," she manages.

"Lane," her commander says. "I need your report by the end of the week."

Madison panics as she realizes what had happened the previous night.

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Good. I trust your judgment."

The phone clicks off and Madison looks upon her nakedness.

Her cheeks turn crimson.

She doesn't generally sleep in such a state.

She puts on her plain clothes and relaxes as best she's able. Always expecting word of her impropriety to spread.

There is a knock at her door.

The eye-hole sets a coldness upon her bowels.

Quickly, she opens the door and drags the experienced hooker into her apartment.

"What are you doing here?"

Candy looks offended, "Just trying to help you, darling. I've got a lead we can follow."

Madison calms herself.

"What's the lead?"

"I know a shop in the area. An in with them could go a long way.

Madison's heart seizes up.

"Where?" she whispers.

A satisfied smile comes over Candy's face.

"Just follow my lead. And, your clothes are fine."

Madison feels some relief that she doesn't have to look like a whore. Even if that's what she feels like.

They make their way down to the street.

Despite her relative modesty, her companion draws the attention of a number of onlookers.

Madison's face runs hot as she pairs with the temptress.

Candy's car is cluttered with the outfits Madison had bought.

She blanches as she sees one of her g-strings with its matching top.

Thinking over all the worst things that could happen to her, Madison watches Candy drive up to an erotic theater.

Candy parks in the back and enters the service entrance.

All Madison can do is follow.

As they pass a check point, Madison is scared of the massive guard. But, all he does is look on her with boredom.

Candy leads the undercover cop to a dressing room.

They store their effects in a locker.

Candy smiles a minx like smile at Madison.

The experienced woman leads her by the hand to a wall.

Other women, in varying degrees of undress, kneel before the wall.

Madison is aghast to see the women servicing unknown men.

"Come," Candy takes her by the hand.

At the wall, Candy leads Madison's hand to a waiting phallus.

The undercover officer pets the cock head like an animal.

In a daze, she allows Candy to guide her to her knees.

She is introduced face to penis. Her hot breath eliciting a rise in the man.

Candy watches in delight as Madison puts the hot flesh to her cheek.

When she parts, the heat remains with her.

As if waking up, she looks in alarm to Candy.

"It's alright, babe. It's just us girls."

Madison looks down the wall.

Pretty young women slavering over men's organs.

The scent of the man's penis coats her mind.

Her nose against the tip of the man's cock, she kisses the underside of the man's tool.

Her lips spread and her tongue tastes the precum of this stranger.

Candy watches for a minute before turning to a member all her own.

Madison is in a trance as she polishes her glory hole cock.

It occurs to her that this is an illegal operation.

That she is playing the whore at a glory hole.

A sickness wells up in her as she swallows an endless stream of precum.

Then, she feels the penis spasm in her mouth.

She swallows jet after jet of cum.

Her lips purse as she tries to hold onto the departing organ.

A sense of loss comes over her.

Is she really that sad to see a man's sex leave.

Before she has time to process the loss, another penis enters her hole.

For a moment she examines the cock.

Why is she doing this?

Her eyes look down the wall to see an eager Candy licking and sucking..

Throwing caution to the wind, Madison kisses the new cock.

Every time a new piece of meat spasms, Madison swallows the load and kisses the cock clean.

When did she become such a whore?

"You did awesome, babe. Look at this."

Candy fans the bills. Their combined earnings.

"We're eating sushi tonight," Candy declares.

Despite her fear of the fallout, she can't help but smile at the optimism of her senior in the world's oldest profession.

The meal is satisfying. A fine reward for the labor of her mouth.

"Good," Candy declares as they leave the restaurant.

"Where have you been all my life?" Candy asks.

The woman had a fair amount too much rice wine while they ate.

Madison takes the keys, "Let's get you home."

"What are you talking about, babe? The night's only beginning. You know where to go."

Madison shivers as a cold sensation runs down her gut. But, she does as she is bid.

"Red panties are a must," Candy informs as she picks Madison's hooker clothes.

"But, I can't change out here," the policewoman protests.

"Girl, just be quick.

Madison looks around. There are eyes. But, she resolves herself.

Her nakedness flashes briefly.

And, when she is clothed, she feels more naked than ever.

The top exposes her shoulders and belly. While the miniskirt does little to cover her.

Madison's eyes survey the street. Her fears realized when she catches a man on the street ogling her.

"You paying, pal?" Candy demands.

The man keeps walking. But, his eyes linger.

A new car comes up to Candy's corner.

"Good evening, ladies."

"Hey there, handsome." Candy winks at the man. "What can I do for you?"

Candy chats up the man until she gets in the car and waves as she is escorted away.

Madison doesn't have long to wait before a mean looking man drives up.

"Get in," the man orders.

Despite being an officer of the law, Madison defers to the aggressive man.

Without protest or negotiation, Madison is taken to a back alley.

She's breathing hard as the man whips out his cock.

"Suck my cock, you whore."

Madison feels tears sting her eyes as she bends over his crotch.

The smell of his sex makes her weak.

Taking a handful of her hair, the man turns her face up to meet his cruel eyes.

"Do your job, bitch. I don't have all night."

She feels his cock upon her cheek.

Slowly, she takes the tip of his dick in her mouth.

Her tongue laps up his precum. And, she applies suction, her lips stretching around his mass as she bobs up and down on his member.

He's not the largest she's tasted in her day as a whore.

The realization leaves her feeling desolate.

Madison continues her job of servicing the man as he tenses up.

"Cumming," he says as he unleashes rope after rope of his seed into her mouth.

"Don't swallow," he says.

Surprised by his command, Madison holds the foul tasting brew on her tongue.

"Show me."

Awkwardly, Madison opens her mouth. Tilting backwards to keep it from leaking onto her clothes.

"Okay. Swallow."

She feels like he's being too bossy. But, submits to his will.

She closes her mouth. And, with a big gulp, swallows the cum.

"Good girl," he strokes her cheek.

"Come on," he says as he gets out of the car.

Butterflies stir in her belly as she gets out.

He meets her at the hood of his car.

"Lie down."

Her back rests on the car as the man helps hike her skirt up.

He's looking into her eyes as he slips her g-string aside. His cock kissing the lips of her pussy.

Achingly, he slides into her wetness.

For the first time, she sees the man fucking her.

Back and forth. He's not fast as he enjoys her tunnel.

For some reason, Madison wants this stranger to kiss her.

She purses her lips and moves to express herself with a simple kiss.

"No," the man says. "I don't kiss hookers."

Madison closes her eyes. Wet drops smearing her cheeks as the man continues pounding her sex.

Finally, she hears a grunt from the man.

She feels a fresh sliminess to her vagina.

The John gets off of her and rights his clothes.

Cum drips onto Madison's red panties as she stands up.

The man gets into his car and locks it before Madison can get in.

He drives off, not paying for the suck and fuck.

Madison cries as she realizes she doesn't know how to get back.

Fortunately, she has her effects.

Rather than call Candy, Madison calls for a taxi.

After a long wait, the taxi pulls up to her.

The dark skinned man leers at her as he picks her up.

"Profitable night?"

Madison avoids his gaze as she gives the address to her residence.

The man whistles, "Upscale. You're doing well for yourself.

Madison throws the fare at him and makes for her apartment.

Back in the shelter of her home, Madison sinks to the floor.

She doesn't want to think of the wetness she sits in.

The remains of the stranger taking her.

She doesn't know how long she cries. But, eventually, she rises and turns on her bath.

The hooker clothes litter the floor as Madison climbs into the warm water.

Safety registers in her mind. She's safe.

Her fingers find their way to her flower.

She wishes she didn't feel it. But, she remembers the man penetrating her.

I don't kiss hookers.

Tears sting her eyes as she gently strokes her labia.

She's so foolish.

Over and over, she strokes her outer lips.

Her ascent is slow. But, she feels herself building.

"A-Ah-" she moans as her sex spasms.

The orgasm lingers as Madison realizes how turned on she is.

This isn't right, she thinks.

But, she can't deny the stimulation.

Her phone rings as she gets out of the bath."

"Madison- Madison-"

"It's me."

Candy breathes out a deep sigh.

"Girl, you can't do that. I thought somebody had taken you."

"I'm fine. I just- I just..."

With some effort, Madison explains what happened.

"You're safe, babe. That's what matters. I'll come get you tomorrow."

Madison wants to protest as she hears a click.

With a sigh, officer Lane turns to her laptop. She has a report to fabricate.

She would be forced to resign in disgrace if the truth were know.

Hours pass as she agonizes over every word.

Finally, as dawn comes upon the world, she submits the fantasy of her report.

Dead tired, Madison finds sleep.