She went by the name Destiny and was a larger girl who was very enthusiastic about her dates. She had thought before that all men had the same ideal for a woman, but the men came in with diverse tastes and desires.ĭeidre could hear one of the girls in the next room. And the thing was they were all busier than they ever should be allowed to be. Large asses and tight little bubble asses. There were many types of women in this place. That is, until she started working at the brothel. She knew she was attractive but she never would have thought herself a sex siren. Her skin was pale and her brunette hair with red tinges was long on her back and framed her beautiful face, highlighted with freckles. She was shorter, with small breasts and a fantastic ass. She had a vision of tall, voluptuous women with tanned skin and plastered on makeup. She would have never thought that she would look the part of a high end escort. She stood and looked at herself in the many mirrors. The top barely covered her ass when she was standing, and not at all when she actually moved. Tonight she was wearing a white baby doll top with matching white panties. She glanced in the mirror and appraised her working outfit. She glanced at the bar on the other side of the room and decided she had everything she needed for the night. It couldn't possibly look more like a brothel room which, considering it was one, was probably a good thing.ĭeidre had learned to tune out the television and was lying stretched out on the bed. Beside the bed was a ceiling high armoire with double doors and on the wall adjacent to the bed was a large television that continually showed soft core porn. The mirrors were place in such a way that you could see anything in the room from any position. The lighting was low and the décor was like an upscale motel, expect for the large mirrors on the surface of every wall and one on the ceiling. The bed was the center of the room, heart shaped and covered with red satin sheets and mounds of pillows. Anything, that is, other than her current situation. In fact, she had hoped for patrol, or even working some investigations. She had thought that this would mean a chance to do real police work. Still, there were times when she wondered if she would ever regain a healthy appetite.Īfter six months Deidre's face, and other parts, were well enough known in the district that she was all but useless as a decoy. Not that it was that big of a deal, she didn't have a boyfriend at the moment. There was something about being the experience of being so overtly objectified that had turned her off sex. Her unit had record numbers for those six months and Deidre had an equally long barren stretch in her own sex life. She would dress up in her tightest, shortest skirt, a tiny little top, and boots past her knees and stand on a street corner to wait for men to proposition her. For the first six months Deidre had worked as a decoy. But, that was the perks of being a fresh face on the city force which included a bustling vice unit. When Deidre had joined the police force she hadn't thought that she would spend such an inordinate amount of time considering how slutty a particular piece of lingerie looked on her. I am fully aware that this is a cliched premise, but I find it hot and I hope you enjoy it as well.
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