Undercover Hooker-Episode 1

Chelsea has never been taken seriously as a cop. When she was a street cop, her colleagues would never help her in scary situations. They wanted to watch her struggle. They didn't think she should be a cop only because she reported many of them for harassment. She hated that she was considered too pretty to be a cop.

One afternoon, Chelsea was called into the sergeant's office. She thought it was going to be like all the other times. Him asking her to tapper down her boobs. Somehow, she made doubles d's smaller in her already uncomfortable uniform. Learn how to walk differently because the other cops thought it was too sexy, and that's why they would whistle or gawk at her.

"What are they complaining about today?" Chelsea asked Sergeant Romero.

"I know it's hard to imagine, but I'm not asking you here because someone complained. I have a possible promotion for you."

Sargent Romero was a huge, well-built Hispanic man with a voice as prominent as his muscles. He understood the trouble of a tight-fitting uniform.

"Well, that's a change." Chelsea laughed as she sat in the chair in front of his desk.

"Do not take offense to this, but we need someone undercover with your body and face."

Chelsea looked at him, puzzled and a little offended. Of course, this has to involve her body.

He went on to explain how they needed a young female cop to go undercover and bust escort agencies. Her look would make her a favorite for the agencies to hire, and her job was to close down the agencies.

"What about the men that hire the girls?"

"We will take care of that later. Right now, we want to get the girls and the agencies."

Chelsea didn't think that was fair. She thought if one was going to be busted, so should the other.

"Think about it overnight and get back to me in the morning. It would come with a 15% pay raise. The hours will be long but worth it. "

Chelsea went back to her desk. She thought about how great she would be at this job the rest of the day. She knew she was young and beautiful with a great body and would be doing a job that fit her body type.

On her way home after her shift, she stopped at a bar. She didn't have friends at work. So she wouldn't stop at a cop bar. The last time they did, the men became bigger assholes than when they were sober.

She sat at the bar drinking double vodka and cranberry, watching the other patrons interact.

Flirty women bending over the pool table seductively. Stocking the pool stick like it was part of a man. They get a lot of free drinks while playing these games. She watched the men who sat far away watching these women, knowing they had no chance. Was there someone there lucky enough to take one of these girls home?

Chelsea ordered another drink when a man walked up and asked the bartender to put it on his tab. Chelsea didn't argue. He sat next to her.

"I'm Robert, and no one as beautiful as you should sit alone."

Chelsea laughed and said thank you. It was her turn to get free drinks. She knew she was beautiful and could get whatever she wanted. She knew how to use her body and looks.

They sat and talked for a couple of hours when Chelsea ordered an Uber. Robert gave her his number and said to call him if she was interested in an actual date. He was a criminal lawyer and liked small bars for the same reason that Chelsea did: no coworkers, so they could be themselves.

Chelsea arrived home knowing she would take the job. She would be an undercover hooker. She loved the feeling it gave her when men would do anything to get a slight chance of at least getting her to talk to them.

Was she going to call Robert? Maybe. He was cute, and his butt looked great in his pants. He was nice to talk to and to look at. He didn't try to sleep with her. He didn't even hint at the thought that he wanted to sleep with her tonight. He was nice. Maybe a date with no drinking to see if he is the same way sober.

Chelsea's mom always bugged her to date. She is an only child and her mom's only chance at grandchildren. Chelsea, who is 27, had her severe last relationship two years ago.

Before Chelsea passed out, she texted Sergeant Romero, saying she would take the job.

Chelsea woke up the next morning to her phone ringing. It was Sargeant Romero.

"Chelsea, it's Christopher."

Chelsea grumbled between gulps of water to rehydrate her brain from the night before.

"Thank you for wanting this promotion. Be up here in a couple of hours in street clothes, and we will set you up with the team and get you ready to bust the bad guys."

Chelsea said okay and hung up just in time to run to the bathroom and throw up. She looked at herself in the mirror and realized she had a lot of cleaning up to do to look the part.

She wasn't sure how an escort dressed. She knew that the streetwalkers were for lower-class men looking for a BJ in the car or a quicky with their pants still on. She sees the women on her way to work, and they wear easy-access clothes like short skirts and loose tops. But escorts were a different breed of sex workers. They were called high-class hookers when they were brought in after arrest. Their clients were usually prominent standing men.

She jumped in the shower and washed the drunk away. Then she put on jeans and a T-shirt, grabbed her makeup bag, and went to the station.

"Chelsea, this is Officer Hannah Reeces. She is going to help you get started."

The women shook hands and walked to Hannah's car from the building.

"Get in. We'll go for lunch and discuss everything we need from you."

They got into Hannah's car and drove to a local sports bar/restaurant.

"I brought you to this place because these are the type of men that will be your clients. They hire the women for one thing only, but being an escort means you have to play different roles."

She slid over a stack of stapled papers. These papers explained how to act, dress, and talk, and there was a list of different roles she could play.

Number one was a young girl acting innocent as if her whole life revolved around making men happy.

Number two was an outspoken, take-charge woman who was dominant in bed and in life.

Number 3 is the submissive but dominant type—the type that wants to please the man but has no fear of telling him how she likes it so they can both enjoy the experience.

"Can I be all 3?" Chelsea laughed.

"Be what will make the owner and other escorts believe you are for real, like you are a legit sex worker. You will be with these agencies for weeks until we come in to make arrests. You have to look and act the part at all times. Even when you are not working for the agency. You have to make friends. You have to get close to the escorts and owners so we can get enough evidence to charge them. Now, let's think of a name?"

Chelsea started thinking again about how unfair it was that the men would get away with it. It is the men who keep these girls in the business.

"I use the name Candy. My last name is Reeces, so it fits. Make it easy; that won't sound weird when you hear it."

Chelsea thought for a few minutes while they waited for their food to arrive. She ordered a beer to help with the hangover, but when she realized just how undercover she was going to be, she ordered a vodka cranberry.

"What about Sammy? My middle name is Samantha, so it won't be hard to realize they are talking to me."

Hannah wrote it down on a sheet of paper. She asked Chelsea's measurements and if she had any sexy, revealing clothes to wear in a photo shoot and on dates.

Chelsea was pretty modest even with her fantastic body, so now it was time to go shopping. After lunch, the women went to lingerie stores and bought clothes that revealed more of Chelsea's body. Hannah told her that some of her clothes would work, too, because sometimes men would ask for everyday clothes, not ones with a lot of cleavage.

When they were done shopping they headed back to the office so they could get things rolling. Hannah handed Chelsea a cell phone. This phone records all voice calls and copies every text message. It is only to be used when working with the agencies. Hannah gave her a few numbers of agencies to call. Chelsea had to call and set up a time to meet so she could be interviewed.

The first agency she called was ready to interview her at a local coffee shop in an hour. They had an hour to Chelsea's hair and makeup. She wore jeans and a T-shirt since she wasn't playing a role for the men yet.

She made it to the coffee shop with minutes to spare. The interview was with a woman who called herself Rachel, and it was like a typical job interview. What days and times can you work? Can you be on call? Are you willing to travel to the clients' houses?

"I'm single with no kids, so that I can work any day and anytime. I want to make a lot of money, so whatever will help me do that. I can do on-call some days. I like to hang out and drink sometimes, so I need to be in the right mind. So, two days off will work when I won't be on call or at work. And yes, I can travel. One question. What do we do when we are on our periods?"

"Great question. So you can offer nude massages or not work? Have you ever done this line of work before?"

"Well, I've had sex with men, I don't know, because I had too much to drink. I would like to skip the drinking and whole pretending to get to know each other and jump right to sex."

"That is exactly what we do. When can you start, and do you have pictures? I need sexy pics of you to put on the sites."

After Chelsea said she didn't have pictures, Rachel said they could leave the coffee shop, take a few quick ones, and get her started tomorrow.

"I need a fake name to use for you."

"How does Sammy sound?"

Rachel wrote that down, too. She stood up, grabbed her coffee, and said it was photoshoot time. They climbed into Rachel's car and pulled in front of a house.

It was Rachel's house. She said she has a photo studio inside.

For the next couple of hours, Chelsea changed clothes 4 times from sexy office lady with cleavage to lingerie model. Legs open, and legs crossed. Hands covering her boobs with no top on. So many poses and so many pictures. All she needed was 5 for the sites.

Rachel went over what was needed. Most men like landing stips or being completely nude when it comes to pubic hair. They should have their legs and armpits shaved and be freshly showered. She suggested Chelsea take a shower at the house they all worked in or at the hotel room if the men chose that option. She should arrive at least half an hour before the appointment so makeup, hair, and outfits are ready.

Rachel said we usually will know if we have appointments that day. Rarely do men schedule before. She said not to give out personal contact info and not to take agency clients when not working on agency time. If any of these rules are broken, Chelsea would be fired and blacklisted. That means her name would be put on a list shared with all agencies, and Chelsea would never work for another upscale agency again.

Chelsea agreed and left the house. She headed straight to the police station so she and Hannah could go over the rules of being an undercover hooker.

"You can not get naked. Wear a bra and panties or lingerie you can't see through. That way, they can't see anything if you take your top or pants off. Play around just a little when you get them into the private room. Kissing is fine, but no touching private parts. The men can get naked. After a few minutes, when they are ready to go, show them your badge and tell them to stay quiet. Take a picture of them. That way, you have more leverage to keep them quiet. Explain you are not arresting them but after the agency. Wait about 20 minutes so things look like they are going how they should. Have them leave and wait for the next client. 'When you do not have a client, you must put these small cameras around the house. "

Hannah handed Rachel 10 tiny cameras. She also had a smaller purse for condoms and other small things. The police ID was hidden in a hidden part of the purse. Chelsea just had to pretend she was grabbing condoms to grab the badge.

"Are you ready?" Hannah asked.

Chelsea answered yes. She was nervous. But ready.

Chelsea headed back to the bar she had been at the other night. This time, she promised herself only a couple of drinks. She had to be clear-headed tomorrow morning.

Robert walked in at the same time her "work" phone rang. It was Rachel.

"Hey Sammy, I put your pictures up, and you already have 3 appointments tomorrow. We never discussed how many you want to see in a day."

"Oh wow. Thats awesome. I would like to do no more than 5. I can handle that."

"Okay, that sounds great. Please be at the house by 10 a.m. The first appointment is at 10:30."

They hung up, and Robert walked over. They talked for a couple of hours. Chelsea didn't drink much.

"I am kind of bummed you haven't called me yet."

Chelsea smiled, "I just met you yesterday."

He laughed and smiled. Chelsea thought his smile was very sexy. He leaned in and kissed her cheek before whispering he had to go and that it was great to see her again.

After he left, she got up and left, too. It was time to try to sleep before her big day tomorrow.

She wanted to show up early to try to put some cameras up and meet some of the girls.