“I am not a streetwalker, I am not a streetwalker, I am not a streetwalker…” Diane repeated to herself under her breath as she stood on the corner of the street, in a dress that looked like it belonged on a hooker, while she waited for a John to come by and proposition her.
Officer Diane Strelling had joined the undercover squad assuming she’d be infiltrating some gang, or some cartel, or maybe even some financial organization. Instead, here she was on a street corner, looking to pinch a few pathetic men that wanted nothing more than some casual sex.
She suppressed a sigh but cursed Captain Hook under her breath.
Captain John Hook… yes that was really his name and rank, had put her on the worst street corners at the ungodliest hours for the three months since she’d joined the squad, so at least this was a bit of a step up.
It was still daylight, it was the financial district… if the tail end of it, and she wasn’t looking over her shoulder wondering if someone was going to mug her at least.
A black towncar pulled up and the rear window rolled down, inside an man motioned her over and she did her best impression of a sexy walk as the driver got out and opened the door for her.
She normally wouldn’t have gotten in the car, but the man reeked of wealth and there was the driver as well, so she took the chance.
As soon as she sat down, she realized she’d made a mistake. A sharp pain in her buttocks and she tried to bolt for the door, but the driver had already started to close it. By the time she fell back onto the seat, things had started to go dark… but she heard the man say one last thing before she passed out.
“Welcome to my car Officer Strelling.”
Diane arched her back and rubbed her tits through the thin fabric or what passed for clothing as the glasses on her head played yet more porn.
Her hand slipped down between her legs to find her pussy moist and waiting for her fingers, as they slide in she gasped and moaned before the words escaped her lips.
“Yes baby… fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried out and then the orgasm crested.
She didn’t know how long it had been, weeks? Months?
Weeks at least, she could still remember arriving and being pumped full of drugs, restrained with a full headset strapped to her so that she couldn’t easily whip it off.
That wasn’t necessary any more, she enjoyed the porn now, liked it, even… maybe… need it?
There wasn’t any sound with the glasses that now played it for her, but that was ok, she liked making her own sounds to go along with it, make up words to say as the actresses on screen got fucked over and over again.
It relieved the boredom.
Just as she was expected the next porno to start, the sound of the door being opened made her smile and she quickly took off the glasses and jumped up from the bed.
A man entered and she quickly made her way over to him, dropped to her knees, pushed out her tits, and looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Please fuck me! Use this dirty little whore any way you wish! All my holes are eagerly awaiting your cock!”
He didn’t reply, just undid his pants and let them fall to teh floor, exposing his dick. She didn’t waste any time and quickly got to work, sucking him for all she was worth and wondering how she’d gotten so lucky to have a dick in her mouth.
Diane looked out over the city from the balcony of Captain Hook’s condo and a realization came to her… she’d been right all those months ago, she wasn’t a streetwalker, but she was a whore.
She hadn’t known Captain Hook had been in deep with the cartel, or that her continued insistence on getting a “real” undercover assignment had jeopardized his connections, but it didn’t matter now.
The cartel had spend weeks programming her to be a good little whore for them, then sent her to a low end brothel for months to make sure that it stuck.
By the time Captain Hook had picked her up a year later, she was virtually unrecognizable. Huge inflated tits, dick sucking lips, stringy blonde hair, and an insatiable appetite for cock.
She’d been with him for a while now, and she’d learned a few things about what had happened after she’d been picked up. He’d reported her missing, there had been a search conducted, leads chased down, people interviewed, but eventually she’d been declared lost in service.
Apparently there had been a nice funeral for her an all, with a 21 gun salute to boot.
A nock at the condo’s door brought a smile to her face and she wiggled her way inside, making it to the door just as a second nock sounded. She opened it and shook her tits at the man standing there.
“Hey baby! Come on in!” she said and took his hand, nearly dragging him inside.
The door closed behind them and it wasn’t long before they were in the bedroom, his dick in her pussy, and her cries of pleasure filling the room.
When he left, there was a plain white envelope on the dresser and a longing for the next dick in her pussy.
Captain Hook couldn’t be expected to pay for a second home just for her, and she was a whore, so it only made sense for her to pay the bills.
Besides, Captain Hook came over once a week or so and fucked her so he was doing more than his part.
Diane good up from the bed and put the envelope in the dresser drawer, Captain Hook would pick them up on his next visit and take care of everything for her.
As the drawer closed she made a mental note to ask Captain Hook about her surgery fund and how it was coming along the next time he was over. A good whore was always looking towards the next set of upgrades and she couldn’t wait for him to give her the go ahead.
