Bonnie was a stunning twenty-one-year-old redhead of Scottish descent, with an athletic build, medium-sized, firm breasts, and light blue eyes. She had just graduated from the academy, following her father’s example, to become a law enforcement officer. Her father was a sheriff in the town where she grew up, a cozy little place not far from the city she was in now.
It was the last thing she wanted to do, work for her dad, but that wasn’t because they didn’t get along. The boys at her school were afraid of him and didn’t ask her out on dates because of it. Even though she was willing to go all the way, she remained a virgin by the time she graduated.
She finally lost her virginity during college to a guy in her class. It was painful, and she didn’t enjoy it much. He was simply a means to an end and wasn’t interested in doing it again. She just wanted to see what sex was like, and after it was over, she focused on school until she started the police academy.
During her first day on the job, she was asked if she was willing to go undercover at a private club. It was actually a high-end brothel that had found a loophole where no laws were broken. Members pay a fee to join, and since no money changed hands for sex, it was considered legal. The police weren’t trying to shut it down but to catch a wanted criminal.
They received a tip that Barbara O’Hara, suspected of being a high-end jewel thief, was a member. They wanted to send someone in to verify her identity before making the arrest. She wasn’t asked to go undercover as a prostitute but as a cocktail server, bringing drinks to people’s tables and sometimes to their rooms.
Bonnie felt uneasy going undercover with such an assignment right after finishing the academy. She had limited experience as a police officer and even less with sex. Things became even more uncomfortable for her when she learned it was a lesbian club. The men in her police unit mocked her and told crude jokes about it.
One officer left a box on her desk with the message: “Your undercover uniform.” It contained sexy lingerie with a strap-on. The men around her burst into laughter as she pulled it out of the box. Her face turned bright red out of embarrassment, and she tried not to let it show how much it bothered her.
Usually, a recruit wouldn’t be assigned such a task, and it was only because of a powerful spell that she was given it. It made the Chief of Police want someone new, someone whom the people within the club wouldn’t recognize as a cop. Bonnie was the least qualified for the job, but she got it anyway, along with a desk.
Bonnie was relieved she didn’t have to pose as a prostitute, but her problems weren’t over yet. She still needed to be interviewed by the club’s Madam to get the job. It would require a certain sex appeal and confidence, which she was worried she lacked. Even though she would only be serving drinks, she was expected to flirt and appear sexy for the female members.
Her only experience with flirting and trying to look sexy was at a college party. It was the first and last time she attempted that with a guy. It went terribly; she lost her virginity, and it wasn’t as fun as she expected.
Trying it again in her undercover uniform, Bonnie felt out of place in the sexy outfit. It was the first time she went without a bra, and she didn’t see the point. She figured that, based on how the men had been treating her, it was their little joke to get her not to wear one. The way they stared at her breasts and the bulge in their pants was also for their benefit.
The blue blouse she wore was unbuttoned but tied at the bottom. The shirt was open enough to show the gentle curve of her breasts, with the outline of her nipples visible through the thin fabric. Her humiliation didn’t end there; her uniform included a tight pair of jeans that emphasized her backside and a black thong.
Even though she appeared as a sexy, naughty girl, she still carried an aura of innocence. It enhanced her overall beauty and sex appeal. Bonnie stepped into Venus Playhouse, her high heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor for her three o’clock appointment. The club didn’t open until later that evening, and if luck were on her side, she would be working tonight.
Bonnie felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach; she didn’t know how she was going to handle another woman hitting on her. She wasn’t bothered by gay people or their attraction to her. The issue was that she wasn’t gay, and if she got the job, she would be working in a lesbian brothel.
Bonnie met Charlotte Kington, the Madam of Venus Playhouse, sitting in a chair at the bar. She wore a partially unbuttoned white shirt that hinted at her cleavage, paired with gray dress pants. Her long, reddish-brown hair was parted on the right, and she had the most striking blue eyes Bonnie had ever seen. The woman was in her mid-forties and was very beautiful.
“Sit here, and we can begin,” Charlotte said while pointing to a chair in front of her.
She quickly glanced down at the woman’s breasts for a moment before turning her gaze away as she sat down. Not that she was interested in the woman sexually, but she was admiring her breasts. They were a little larger than hers, and she hoped hers would look that good at her age.
“First, I will need to see your ID. You can’t work here if you’re under twenty-one. You will be required to make and serve drinks.”
Bonnie pulled out her ID and handed it to the woman; it was fake. As an undercover agent, she had to protect her identity, so she got a new one but kept at least her first name.
“I have plenty of experience making drinks and became quite skilled at it by the time I finished high school. What I don’t know, I am willing to learn. I will do whatever it takes to get this job,” Bonnie said, holding back her fear and nervousness.
“There is a little more that comes with the job than just serving drinks. But before we go into that, I need you to take off all your clothes,” Charlotte said blankly.
“Is that really necessary?” Bonnie asked, her face filled with shock.
“I am afraid so. This club caters to its members’ every need. You will be exposed to people having sex and dressed in a rather sexy cocktail uniform. I need to know if you can handle working in such an environment,” Charlotte said as her eyes fell to Bonnie’s chest.
Charlotte had a hidden reason for wanting the girl to strip. It was a way for her to check if someone was wearing a wire. Police would shut her down if they found out she was charging her members for sex. She presents her girls as other members who randomly hook up with each other.
There was another reason: the girl was attractive and had wanted to see her naked ever since she entered the room. She had a knack for knowing which girl was straight and which wasn’t. Unfortunately, this girl was straight, but after a week or two working for her, she will be begging to have her pussy licked.
Bonnie didn’t want to strip, but she didn’t want to cause the operation to fail. Undercover assignments like this can launch careers, and there’s no way to predict if she’ll get another shot. She told herself it would be fine since she would be stripping for another woman and tried to ignore the fact that she was probably a lesbian.
She nervously untied the knot in her shirt before removing it and dropping it to the floor. Fear caused her pink nipples to harden, making her appear aroused. After slipping off her high heels, she stood up and unzipped her pants. She could feel the woman’s eyes on her crotch as she pushed down her pants and thong. The patch of hair between her legs shines like copper, showing that the carpet did indeed match the drapes.
Bonnie avoided the woman’s gaze and looked off into the distance. A few moments later, she heard the woman say, “You can sit down now.”
She felt awkward being naked, but pushed through it and looked back into the woman’s eyes. The woman’s gaze was downward, and she had a smirk on her face. It was then she realized, in her haste, she hadn’t sat down properly, and her legs were wide open. Bonnie accidentally exposed her pussy to the woman. Thinking quickly, she crossed her legs before asking, “Is there anything else you need?”
“No, that’s it. I think you will be a good fit here. Come back at six, and we will get you fitted in your cocktail uniform,” Charlotte said, while thinking how mouth-watering the girl’s pussy was.
Bonnie quickly dressed and decided to leave this part out of her report. She was supposed to report everything, but she knew the men in her unit would be aroused by it. That was the last thing she wanted, or for it to become material for those men to masturbate to. Embarrassing as it was, she was just glad it was a woman and not a man she had to strip for, even if the woman was a lesbian.
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After informing her superior about landing the job, she returned to the club to start her undercover assignment. She wasn’t sure how long she’d need to stay undercover, probably no more than two weeks, she hoped. Bonnie wasn’t lucky enough to have the woman show up on her first night or for things to go smoothly.
Bonnie was shocked to see the uniform she had to wear, but she swallowed her pride and put it on. The black shirt she wore was so transparent that her breasts could be seen clearly. Her humiliation was complete with a black short skirt, a thong, and high heels. Being undercover had pushed the modesty of her usual attire to the limit.
Deep down, she felt a little excited about wearing the outfit, and she had never gotten the chance to explore her bad girl side. Since she was just a cocktail waitress serving drinks and there were no hidden cameras, she was free to indulge in the fantasy. She carried a cellphone in her purse, only to be used when the suspect arrived.
The night began smoothly, with everyone at the bar looking at her breasts while ordering drinks. The women were of various ages, races, and body types. Some flirted with her, but not in a vulgar way like some men do. It was sensual, with gentle touches on her hand as they talked, creating a strange feeling in her stomach.
It was when she brought drinks to the room that things started to heat up. She walked in with them in the aftermath of having sex, or while still engaged in it. Bonnie had never seen two people having sex before and wasn’t prepared for how it would affect her. She didn’t want to admit it, even to herself, how aroused it made her.
On the third day, she met Harley, a stunning woman ten years her senior. An art dealer who stopped by whenever she had business in the city. She had long, black, wavy hair, brown, sensual eyes, and wore a red, seductive dress that perfectly accentuated her figure.
Bonnie was surprised by the wave of desire that surged inside her when the woman approached the bar. She realized that everything she had witnessed was taking a toll on her, causing her to see the woman in a sexual light. She found herself unable to help but lower her gaze for a moment to the woman’s breasts. The dress barely contains them, almost spilling out as she leans over the bar.
She couldn’t believe she was looking at another woman’s breasts with sexual interest. She wasn’t even gay, and working at a lesbian brothel was changing that. Bonnie’s instinct told her to run, but she couldn’t, not until her assignment had ended.
“I haven’t seen you here before. Are you new? I’m Harley,” Harley said as she extended her hand.
“I am Bonnie. This is my third day,” Bonnie said cheerfully as she shook the woman’s hand.
The two of them talked for a while until the woman went back to her table. Bonnie realized she liked the woman way too much. It scared her, and she made a mental note to stay away. Pushing the unwanted feeling aside, she went back to work and started serving drinks to the girls’ rooms.
An hour in, she walks in on several women engaged in a sexual act. What she saw not only aroused her but also left her feeling sexually frustrated. Fighting the urge to find an empty room to satisfy herself, she continued serving drinks.
In the next room, she heard moaning before entering and discovered two women engaging in sex. An attractive Black woman, slightly leaning over a table, was being penetrated by another woman with a strap-on. The other woman was Harley, and she was completely naked except for the strap-on. She found herself envying the woman Harley was with, her face twisted in pleasure, and her breasts bouncing from the intense thrusting.
Uncertain of what to do, she just stood there with the wine in her hands, watching them have sex. A moment later, the black woman screamed out in pleasure and grabbed her things before leaving. Standing there, she felt like an idiot trying to act like she wasn’t at all turned on by what she had just seen.
No matter what she said or did, her true desire was obvious through her shirt. There was no hiding her hard nipples, and even if they weren’t visible, her arousal was apparent on her face. Bonnie didn’t think sex could be so enjoyable, but after these few days, she realized it was. It was written all over those women’s faces, and it made her want to try it again. Her first time may have been terrible, but with the right partner, sex could be incredible.
“Let me take that from you,” Harley said as she took the wine from Bonnie’s hands and placed it on the table, where she just made love to a woman against.
Bonnie stood there, too stunned to move, leaning against the wall while gazing at Harley. When the woman met her eyes, she lowered her gaze in shame, her eyes falling on the strap-on between her legs. It was long and black, coated in pussy juices. For a brief moment, she imagined herself leaning against the table, being penetrated by that toy.
Finally, finding the strength to run away, but Harley stopped her.
“Wait, before you go, let me give you a tip.”
Unable to speak, she nervously looks at Harley, trying not to glance at the woman’s breasts. They were more attractive than she had ever imagined, with dark brown nipples protruding like tempting candy to be suckled.
Harley was inches away before she realized it when the woman leaned in and kissed her. She didn’t resist, opening her mouth, allowing the woman’s tongue to slide in. The kiss they shared was soft and sensual. She enjoyed it more than kissing a guy. It tasted sweeter with a flavor she liked but couldn’t quite place. Bonnie was unaware she was tasting another woman’s juices on Harley’s lips.
When Harley broke free from their embrace, Bonnie made one last attempt to stop things from going further. “I-,” Bonnie started, but was silenced as Harley responded.
“Shhh! I know exactly what you want. Say nothing more and enjoy your tip.”
Bonnie stood there in shock as the woman unbuttoned her shirt, feeling powerless to resist what was about to happen. Not that she didn’t want it to happen, but she was conflicted about her desire for this woman. She looked at the wall on the other side of the room as her shirt was pushed open.
She could feel the cool air on her breasts and let out a moan as she sensed Harley’s tongue licking around her nipples. When the woman started sucking on her nipple, she wasn’t prepared for the pleasure that would follow. Her only experience with sex had been negative, and this was the complete opposite.
Harley slid her hands under her skirt and pulled down her thong, knowing where things were headed and letting them come off. She felt the woman’s body pressed against her as the strap-on entered her hot, eager pussy. There was a brief moment where they just stared into each other’s eyes.
They never broke eye contact, even as Harley began to make love to her. It started slowly, then Harley’s thrusts grew harder and faster. As soon as she felt the orgasm building inside her, it burst out in a powerful explosion, sending waves of pleasure through her. When Harley pulled away, she dropped to her knees and struggled to breathe.
She lacked the strength to do anything but watch as Harley removed her strap-on. It was then that she realized the woman’s pussy was smooth and hairless. When Harley guided her face between the woman’s legs, she didn’t resist. The scent that emanated was almost like that of a flower. It was intoxicating, and she couldn’t help herself from licking it.
It tasted unlike anything she had ever experienced and made her want to devour it. Harley pressed her pussy against her face as she reached climax. Once it was over, she looked at the woman who changed her whole world. Her face was covered in the woman’s juices, and she decided this was another experience she wouldn’t be passing down to her superior.
She quickly buttoned up her shirt before rushing out of the room, leaving her thong on the floor. When she was in the bathroom cleaning up, she realized she had left her underwear back in Harley’s room. Bonnie was too afraid to go back and get them. She felt too weak to resist the woman’s advances.
It was a mistake to let that woman do those things to her, even if she wanted it to happen. She was a cop and was sure it was against protocol. Bonnie couldn’t deny that she really enjoyed licking the woman’s pussy. It was the first time she had performed oral sex on anyone and felt a strong desire to do it again.
Bonnie waited until the end of the night to go back for her thong. She wanted to put what she had done behind her and not repeat it, at least not here. She amusingly thought about going to a lesbian bar to pick up women for hot, steamy sex. There was a lot of built-up sexual energy inside her, and working in a brothel only made it worse. Not having sex made it very easy for her to let another woman seduce her.
When she walked back into the room, where she left her thong, she found it missing. A voice behind her called out, “Are you looking for this?” Turning around, she saw Charlotte in her business uniform with her thong hanging off her finger.
Charlotte moved further into the room and sat on the edge of the bed at the end. Bonnie’s face was filled with shock and horror that her boss knew about her dirty little secret. She didn’t know where things would go, nor did she want to explain to her superior that she lost her job over sleeping with another woman.
“I can explain,” Bonnie said, her voice trembling with fear.
“No need. Come here, my dear,” Charlotte commanded softly and seductively.
Bonnie moved toward her boss, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest, frightened of what might happen next. When she was within reach, she felt Charlotte’s fingers on her inner thigh, gently caressing it. Excitement grew inside her stomach as the woman’s hand slid up her leg and underneath her skirt.
“Mmm,” escaped Bonnie’s lips as Charlotte started touching her pussy.
Charlotte rubbed her cunt gently until it was dripping wet before sliding her fingers inside. She knew she should end things before it went too far; making love to a member was one thing, but to the madam of a brothel was another. Her undercover assignment wasn’t going as planned, and she closed her eyes in defeat. Bonnie knew it was wrong to let this woman play with her pussy while undercover, but it felt too good to stop.
“I thought it would take at least a week before this place seduces you. I guess you weren’t as good as I thought. Undress my little pretty and show me your beautiful body,” Charlotte said with a more commanding tone.
A thrill shot through Bonnie as she began stripping off her clothes like a bride on her wedding day. She knew where things were headed, and by God, she not only wanted to taste this woman but also to feel her flesh against her own. What she had seen in the last few days had ignited a fire inside her. She could no longer deny the lust within her from being satisfied.
“I will be adding more to your job and need you to come in an hour earlier. We can go over all the details now. It is pretty simple, my dear, get on your knees and please me,” Charlotte said with a sexy smirk.
Dropping to her knees, Bonnie didn’t hesitate to undo the woman’s pants and pull them off along with her black lace panties. What she saw was one of the most erotic and beautiful things she had ever seen. The lips protruded like a delicate pink flower covered in morning dew, with a thin line of pubic hair on the mons.
What Bonnie saw was so alluring that she felt herself pulled to it and began devouring it as if it were a delicious meal. Twice in one night, Bonnie found herself between another woman’s legs. She had always thought of herself as a good girl, and now she found that being bad was more appealing. There was a seductive charm to being treated as someone’s personal whore that she liked.
She gave herself fully to Charlotte, denying her nothing and surrendering to her every desire. The next morning, waking up naked next to Charlotte, she didn’t report in last night and knew she was in trouble. After slipping out of bed, she jumped into the shower to clean up before heading in. Charlotte joined her, and the two of them made love again.
The suspect didn’t appear until three days later, but Bonnie didn’t mind. Every night brought her a new lover at the brothel. She entered Charlotte’s office each night to perform oral sex on her before heading to the bar. Sometimes, when bringing drinks to the girls, she would join them, and she became very popular among the members.
She found herself while being undercover and wouldn’t for some Lesbian magic would’ve miss out on the experience. Bonnie never forgot what she had done while undercover, and she didn’t regret it either. Whenever Harley returned to town, the two of them would meet up. On nights Harley wasn’t around, she would find herself back at the Venus Playhouse attending to her old boss’s every need.
