The morning comes and Madison realizes how filthy she is.
The cum long dried, she feels her mood depressed as she links on all that she's been through.
The bath is warm as it embraces her.
Her naked body, her shame is no longer her own.
Her fingers find her slit as she remembers Carl finger fucking. How he had commanded her to cum and she came.
How one man stroked her pussy while she endured it.
His fingers had been thicker, stronger.
She finds herself needing release. But, her own masturbation only leaves her yearning for more.
Breathless, she stops. Climax just beyond her reach.
She remembers the sick thrill of her whoredom.
The drain opens and the water passes from her.
With a sigh, the drys herself and walks through her apartment naked.
She remembers how men had thrown money at her. And, the guilt of taking it.
She'd lived her life with closed blind, afraid that anyone could see her.
Now she finds herself looking past the blinds. A sick coldness spreads in her bowels as she contemplates opening them.
She looks on her nakedness and remembers herself.
She should have respect for herself as a woman, if not as a cop.
A new outfit comes on. Conservative.
Her knees and belly covered.
A sick dread takes her through the day.
She's not going back. Right?
The morning passes and the afternoon comes.
She won't, she thinks as she watches the clock.
But, she has a mission.
No, she thinks. She's not a whore.
Achingly and mechanically, Madison calls for a taxi.
The lift drops her off at a nondescript street corner.
Breathing heavily, Madison walks to the building.
She knocks on the door.
A big black man opens the door for her.
She is breathless as the mass of meat allows her passage.
The lighting is low, as she remembers.
"The Firecrotch has returned."
Madison blanches at the greeting.
Daisy comes over with an unconcerned smile on her face.
"You ready to work?"
Madison doesn't have the answer.
Daisy pats her cheek.
"You'll know what to do when the moment comes. Just like yesterday."
Madison feels cold as she is escorted to the wardrobe room.
"Your skin is beautiful, Rose. I think we should match it with something nice.
Shear white brazier, panties, and a garter belt have Madison looking like a high class whore.
The heels match and her work clothes are set.
"You're a working girl, Rose. Just breathe and you'll be fine."
But, she thinks, she's not a working girl. Is she?"
"Knock em dead, Firecrotch."
Daisy spanks Madison's bottom in parting.
Despite her fears, nothing terrible happens in the first couple of hours.
A few gropes and many eyes.
"So, what are you doing?" a man she's seated across from asks.
"Um-" she thinks of her mission.
"What do you mean?"
The man smiles encouragingly. Most of the girls who work here have something planned for the future. College or nursing school. Something like that."
"I don't-" Madison tries to say.
"I can't see a girl like you doing porno. But, a lot of the biggest porn stars start in places like this."
Madison's mind slowly processes what he'd said before feeling hurt.
"Oh, sorry doll," he strokes her face.
"You can be whatever you want to be."
Madison hardens her heart.
"Hey," a man approaches. "40 for a blowjob, right?"
Madison is shaken from her conversation.
"Umm.. Yes," she manages.
"Take my spot, bro."
The man she'd been talking to stands and pats Madison's cheek.
It all happens so fast. The man drops his pant and takes a seat.
He smiles smugly at her.
She wants to will herself not to. But, Madison finds herself on her knees before the man's phallus.
He smirks as her nose runs the length of the member.
Her lips kiss the head and her mouth slowly spreads to receive his mass.
Up and down, she slobbers over this stranger's meat.
She feels his ascent.
With all the cocks she's been tasting lately, her skill grows.
She feels his balls tighten as he spasms into her mouth.
Unbidden, the undercover officer leans back with the man's cum in her mouth.
As she does this, her eyes find the older man standing over her John's shoulder.
Her gaze lowers as she closes her mouth.
"That is sexy babe. Let me see you swallow."
Madison fumes as she holds the cum in her mouth.
Finally, she swallows the man's seed and opens her mouth.
Both the John and her audience see the proof of her deed.
$40 change hands and Madison is left on her knees as the stranger departs.
Ashamed, Madison's head is on the floor.
The older man takes the seat and brings a finger under her chin.
"Come back to me."
Madison feels tears roll down her cheeks as she stands.
He motions to his lap.
She takes a seat on his rising manhood.
"You left so suddenly," he looks into her eyes. "I was afraid you'd never come back."
Madison hates herself for being so weak.
"Now," he says while slipping a hand under her panties. "How will we entertain ourselves tonight?"
Madison's breath catches as the man strokes her clit.
"Mm-" she moans.
The show on the stage takes their focus.
A blonde woman with a leather bra and panties twerks for the audience.
"Can you do that?"
"N- I don't know."
The man looks at her patiently.
"I want you to try."
Madison looks down sheepishly, "Okay."
"Good girl," he says as his fingers slip free.
Madison only realizes how wet her panties are as she finds Daisy.
"You're on girl," Daisy smiles at her.
"But- Um- Could you not use that nickname?"
Her request is as whispers unto the wind.
"C'mn right for you, we have Firecrotch Rose."
Humiliated before she even reaches the floor, Madison meets the hungry eyes before her.
As she comes onto the stage, Madison hears hoots and cheers from the crowd.
Her eyes find a patient figure.
She knows who she's dancing for.
Strutting out, Madison sways to the music.
It's a steady thump that she can match her hips to.
The stripper pole rotates and swings her clumsily around.
Her face steams as she hears some laughs.
Stoically, she faces the crowd as she unhooks the white bra.
Hoots reach her ears as her pink nipples stand unguarded from the leering men.
She sways with the music, trying to imitate the other girls.
The song peaks and Madison knows what to do.
Daintily, she undoes her garter belt and drops her panties.
