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.
