Madison wakes to a comforting warmth.
In her mind, she replays the night with the rich John. Is he with her now?
As her mind wakes up, Madison realizes who's with her.
The happenings of the night before cause a welling up of guilt within her.
The turned a promising young officer into a whore.
"Hi," she hears.
Madison's eyes open to see the sweet smile of an angel.
"Hi."
They lie naked under the covers. Their heat shared.
Amber reaches out her hand to grasp Madison's hand.
There is peace in this moment.
After a long time of looking into each others eyes, Madison breaks the contact and rises.
Unashamed of her body, the senior officer finds conservative clothes to wear.
Amber watches the action silently.
"I'll... uh... I'll go make breakfast."
The fare of the morning is a repeat of the last, scrambled eggs and milk.
After a while, Amber comes from the bedroom, Madison's only over sized shirt, barely covering the naughty bits.
Madison looks away from the long creamy legs and focuses on the meal.
While she does this, Amber comes up behind her and hugs her.
"Amber..." Madison starts.
"Shh," the blonde beauty whispers into her ear. "Let me have this."
Despite herself, Madison feels better for the hug.
The meal prepared, they sit down to eat.
Amber's happy smile makes Madison experience complex emotions as she never has before.
"So," the blonde asks with her perfect lips. "What are we doing today?"
Madison sips at her drink, "I was thinking we'd go shopping."
The no longer innocent angel's face turns crimson.
"Okay," she smiles.
It's obvious what they're gonna do. Get Amber some real hooker clothes.
The finish eating and Amber dresses in some of Madison's conservative clothes and Madison opens up her shoe box of bills. She realizes what it means to use this money. But, she does it anyways.
Settled, they leave.
She knows he's out there with his camera. But, shows no concern. She isn't even dressed slutty.
More concerning is that the naive Amber could get mixed up in this voyeuristic game the man is playing.
She leaves her baggage at home and rides with Amber to the mall. All the while, the blonde's excitement bubbles up from within her.
The mall is an open venue with many shops catering to all kinds of needs.
The first stop is a lingerie store with a wide range of undergarments.
Some special crotchless underwear have Amber giggling.
"What do you think?" she asks as she picks up the underwear. She laughs, "Is it me?"
Madison wants to tell her no. To be the good friend and turn the woman back from her path.
"Yes," she says simply, hating herself for it.
Oblivious to her partners dilemma, Amber smiles in embarrassment as she adds the underwear to her collection.
The cashier doesn't bat an eye at any of the purchases. She's no doubt seen it all before. Women buying erotic clothes to spice up the bedroom with their husbands and boyfriends.
Madison finds herself wondering how many hookers she's seen.
But, that doesn't matter, Madison thinks. The rest of the ensemble takes some searching. But, there's a store for every need here. The skirts and tops come in all forms.
The changing rooms have ample space for two and the blonde angel brings a bunch of clothes with her.
"Come in," she pulls on Madison, who follows.
Despite herself, Madison is enjoying this trip. The cashiers give an odd look when they see all the loose change come from her purse. But, it's only a brief awkward moment.
In the changing room, Amber claps excitedly as she strips down.
The first thing she does is take off the underwear she'd worn the night before which still feel crusty.
She smiles happily when she picks out the crotchless panties she'd already bought.
Without shame, Amber looks to Madison for approval.
Madison finds her eyes lingering on the exposed pussy lips.
"It's good."
Her approval means the world to Amber and Madison is left to judge every trampy outfit that crosses that delicate skin.
Dark blue turns out to be the blonde's color.
They, with there purchases, find the smell of the food court.
They look to one another approvingly and follow the scent.
"What do you want?" Madison asks.
"Hmm," Amber looks around. "Whatever you pick."
While the smell of pizza and french fries lingers in the air, Madison's eyes catch on the ice cream parlor.
"What do you think about dessert?"
Madison leads the way and Amber follows.
They each take waffle cones. Madison takes chocolate while Amber gets vanilla.
They find a table and enjoy the treat.
"What's your family like?" Amber asks while they lick and bite their ice cream.
"Hmm," Madison thinks. "It's... complicated."
The blonde looks at her oddly, "How so?"
"My mom raised me. I never even knew my father. No siblings. My mom worked tirelessly to keep me fed and bathed. She lives one state over. We talk some times."
Madison continues telling stories of her life until they finish.
On Amber's lower lip, a drop of white drips.
She can't help but think the worst thing.
She recovers and leans forward to bring her thumb up to collect it.
Her eyes meet Amber's and she licks her thumb.
The world seems to go away as she feels the connection between the two of them.
The blonde turns away shyly.
