Breaking Up the Ring

A couple days ago, I finally got my first undercover assignment. It was pretty amazing. I've always wanted to do undercover work, but I was surprised how early I got it. I was a very dedicated cop, but I had only been on the for a couple years, and I was pretty young - only 23.

I was married relatively young, being that I came from a traditional family. That also made the assignment so hard, since it was so long term - six months at least, longer if possible, and I would have little if any contact with my family. I didn't tell my husband what I would be doing, because he got jealous easily, and I would be posing as a prostitute to break up a ring.

I won't go into detail on my teary goodbye with my husband. It's not really important to my story. So after I left him, I moved into a cheap apartment on the other side of the tracks. It was kind of run down, but it would serve. I had all the lingerie and makeup I needed. I knew that I would have to be a hooker on the street and get a lot of clients before I could get a pimp. The mode of operations was that the pimp had to approach the hooker, not the other way around. I was an attractive blonde woman, much better looking than your standard street whore.

I put on a corset and miniskirt with lacy pink panties underneath and platform black heels, and headed out onto the street. It wasn't very long until a car approached me. There were two black men in the front seat. The window rolled down.

"Hey, do you know how to get to Parker Road?"

"Yeah, but the way is kind of complicated. Maybe I should hop in the back and direct you."

I hopped in and they drove me back to their place.