Undercover Hooker-Episode 2

Episode 2

Chelsea didn't sleep much. Was it because she was nervous about how this would all go down? Was it because she was excited to be doing this? Who knows?

All she knew was that it was time to get up and be a hooker without being a hooker.

Chelsea got to the house a couple of hours before her first appointment. Rachel was there. Hiding the camera might be hard if more girls show up.

"Hey, are you ready?" Rachel asked, looking at her phone as it rang.

"I am. I am kind of nervous, but I am ready. I am going to take a shower right before he shows up."

"That sounds great. You and I will be the only ones here, which should ease your nerves." She rolled her eyes as she ignored the call.

She showed Chelsea around the house. This one-story house has five rooms. In each room, she saw a bed, a dresser, and other things to make the room more personal. There were paintings or other decorations. They were all nicely set up, each painted a different color.

'Pick whatever room you would like to use for the day. I like the green room the best. The bed is more comfortable."

Chelsea put her bag in the pink room closet. As she and Rachel walked around the house, Chelsea looked for all the places she could put the cameras. They couldn't be put in places where the girls would be seen naked, which meant no bathroom or bedroom. Chelsea decided to put them in the kitchen, dining room, by the front and back doors, outside where the girls could smoke, and in the living room. All of these places were open areas where she assumed people would be talking.

"Can I ask you personal questions?" Chelsea asked Rachel, who was sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Yes, of course." Rachel looked up at her with eyes that seemed distant. Distant from the world she used to live in.

"Are you also an escort?"

"I used to be. I will occasionally take a client, but my husband has to agree, and it can't be that often."

"Ohh..."

"So, I am sure the next question is about my husband." Rachel laughed a little.

"He used to be a client of mine—a regular who actually became someone important. I don't suggest it, but it happened. "

Rachel explained that he saw her every week for 2 years and would buy her nice things. At first, she ignored the fact that he was catching feelings. After seeing each other for a while, she realized they were getting closer. She knew a lot about his life. What kind of work he did, his family, and whatever vacations he took in those two years. He knew about her life, too. He knew she loved camping but had to have a camper, which couldn't be far from city life. He knew she didn't like flowers and her favorite food was Mexican. After a couple of years and many times of his asking, she finally agreed to go on a real date with him. She explained that the short version of the story was that she fell in love with him, got pregnant, and married. He never asked her to quit being an escort. He didn't mind because he knew the sex they had was with love, and the sex she had with clients was a dollar sign. But she stopped because she wanted a chance at a real life of the white picket fence and a family.

"That's amazing," Chelsea said, but the reality was she was there to arrest Rachel at some point, and that didn't seem fair. If the girls weren't around offering these services, then the men wouldn't be buying them. Chelsea knew her job, but it still didn't feel right.

Rachel got up and walked to the office. Chelsea walked around and placed cameras in the lamp next to the couch, one on the TV on the wall across from the couch, another on the coat rack near the front door and near the window in the kitchen, another on the ceiling leading out the front and back door, and one on the porch light outside of the back door. That was easier than she had thought, and she ensured they weren't noticeable.

She walked through the house again.

Another girl was in the blue bedroom. Had she seen Chelsea putting up the cameras? She didn't even hear this other girl walk in.

The girl looked up at Chelsea and said hi. She seemed still happy to be here.

"Hey! I'm che..." Chelsea paused when she realized she was about to say her real name. "I'm checking the place out. Im Sammy. "

"Nice. That's pretty simple to remember. I'm Bonita." She was a very beautiful young Hispanic woman, and the name fit.

"When is your first appointment?"

Chelsea looked down at her phone and saw she had 45 minutes. She still needed to set up her room.

"I have 45 minutes. I need to go get ready." Chelsea turned and walked towards the pink room.

She waved at Rachel as she passed the office.

Chelsea walked into the room and shut the door. She grabbed her bag from the closet and sat on the bed. She knew she wasn't getting naked, but she still had to look the part. She put on a matching bra and panties. Over that, she wore a low-cut tank top and really tight jeans. Rachel says this guy loves casual women. Don't dress slutty, but enough to tease him. She put on high heels and put her hair in a high ponytail. Chelsea put up the last camera up in the room.

There was a knock on the bedroom door. For a split second, it made Chelsea jump and her stomach nauseous. She stood up and walked to the door.

"Hey, are you ready?" It was Rachel.

Chelsea nodded her head. Rachel put her hand on Chelsea and said he texted to say 10 minutes.

"Okay, I am all set. How do I look?"

"Amazing. Those boobs are poppin'!"

Chelsea looked down and laughed and said that she does havin' amazing boobs.

Rachel explained that all clients are vetted. This guy is a regular and is very friendly and pleasing. She winked as she said that.

A car pulled up to the front of the house, and a tall man wearing a hoody emerged.

"Here he comes. His name is Micheal."

He knocked on the door. Chelsea stood there looking at it for a few seconds when Rachel's voice snapped her back into reality.

"Do you want me to get it for you?"

"No, I just had to prepare myself."

Chelsea walked to the door and opened it.

"Hi! Come on in," Chelsea said as she motioned for Michael to come in. He smiled and walked through the door. Chelsea watched him walk to the living room as she shut the door.

This man didn't look like the type who would have to pay for sex. He seems very well put together. This is the type of guy Chelsea would date or at least have a one-night stand with after a long night at the bar.

"I'm Sammy, and it's very nice to meet you." Chelsea put her hand out for him to shake. He looked at her, then at her hand. As Chelsea withdrew it, feeling like an idiot, he took hold of her fingers and kissed her hand.

"I'm Michael, and it's very nice to meet you." He handed Chelsea a little box. She looked at him, confused.

"I like to bring gifts."

She thanked him and opened it. Inside the box was a gift card for a local restaurant.

"Just in case you work up an appetite, " he laughed. Chelsea took hold of his hand and walked him back to the pink room. She tried walking slowly because she wasn't mentally ready for this, but they arrived within seconds.

They walked through the door. He sat on the bed, and Chelsea leaned against the door after she shut it.

"I am sure you are nervous, so I am fine with sitting here for a minute."

He patted the part of the bed next to him and motioned Chelsea to have a seat.

"I am very open about who I am. So, let's start there. I am 32 years old. I am not married and have no kids. I own a car dealership, so when I show up, I am sure I will be driving a different car." He went on to say he sees women like Chelsea because he doesn't have the time or patience to put up with dating, and he is just unsure what he wants in a relationship. But he likes sex, so why not?

Chelsea swallowed hard as he leaned in to kiss her.

It was a soft, passionate kiss.

"Did that help relax you?"

Chelsea opened her eyes, and he was still very close to her. Close enough to kiss her again. He brushed her hair away from her ear and started kissing her. He worked his way down her neck and then to her cleavage.

He ran his hands over her breasts and down to her waist. He pulled her onto his lap with one swift swoop of his arms. She was straddling him, and she was enjoying it. She was starting to get wet, and she had to stop. But she couldn't. This man's hands and lips make her body melt into his.

He took off her shirt. The snap to her bra was in the front, and as he tried to remove it, she stopped him.

He kissed her neck, and she moved his hands to her butt. She started lifting his shirt off. He lifted his arms up, and as she was pulling his shirt off, it revealed ripples of muscles.

"Wow!" She gasped loudly at the site of his chiseled body

He laughed and thanked her. He pulled her closer to him and rolled her onto her back. He stood up in between her legs and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. He pulled the top of her pants down over her hips and kissed just under her belly button. He stepped back, grabbed her jeans at her ankles, and pulled them off.

"Oh, I like a girl who matches." He kneeled on the floor, put one of her legs on his shoulder, and started kissing her leg, starting at her ankle and working his way up to her thighs.

He looked up at her and smiled a devilish grin. He raised his eyebrows and pointed out the fact that she was very wet.

She knew she was. Not only could she feel it against her skin, but she could feel her muscles twinge at the thought of his penis inside of her. She knew she couldn't let that happen. But she also knew she had 30 minutes. Maybe just once. Just this one time, she can do it. This man got her so hot. She couldn't help herself.

This man ravaged her body with his tongue and kisses. He made her body feel so much pleasure before the sex even started. Once he was inside of her, all bets were off. He was on top, and he had her doggy. On her side. In so many ways. She had never orgasmed so many times.

When he finished, he pulled out and pulled off the condom. Please put it in a tissue that was on the table next to the bed and threw it away in the trash. He stood up without saying a word and grabbed a washcloth from the bowl of warm water on the dresser. The girls were meant to use it to clean the men up when they were done.

Chelsea could barely move. Her body was still weak.

He wiped her down and smiled when her body would twitch with his touch.

"You should hold classes on how to do that." Chelsea was barely able to talk.

He laughed, said thank you, and cleaned himself up.

"I have to go, but that was amazing."

He got dressed and took out his wallet. He opened it, took out some money, and laid it on the dresser next to the bowl of water.

"That's for you."

Chelsea got up and got dressed and thanked him. She wasn't sure how to react. She would usually lay in bed with the man for a bit. But when the "date" only consisted of mind-blowing sex, she let him lead the way. He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"I will call you again."

He left the room, said bye to Bonita, and walked out the door.

Rachel walked into the room and laughed.

"I don't really need to ask how it was, do I?"

Chelsea shook her head no. She grabbed the money off of the dresser and said he left this.

"He is a great tipper. Thats yours. Here is your part of the payment."

Rachel handed over another $400 in addition to the $200 he had left. She sat back on the bed.

"OH shit!" She yelled as she jumped off the bed.

She started Rachel.

What's wrong?

Chelsea froze because she just remembered that not only did she have a video of what she did, but she also had the voice-only recording device Hannah gave her. Hannah told her to put it in a place that would be able to catch all action between Chelsea and a client. She can't tell Rachel any of that.

"I just had amazing sex and made $600! I am in shock."

Rachel laughed, reminded her that her next appointment was in 2 hours, and walked away.

Chelsea shut the door and grabbed the recording device.

Chelsea breathed a huge sigh of relief when she realized she had not charged the device, so there was no recording of what had just happened. None of her police coworkers would have access, either.

Chelsea went into the bathroom to get ready for her next appointment. She looked into the mirror and told herself only once, just this one time, not ever again.

"I have a job to do. Not a blow job but a job."

She jumped in the shower and smiled. She didn't even feel guilty for doing it. It was amazing. Not all the men could possibly be like him. No way. She got out of the shower and got dressed. She still had an hour and a half before the next client.

"Sammy, come here, please."

Rachel called her to her office.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, that was way easier than I thought it would be."

Chelsea giggled a little when Rachel said she would check in after her next client.

"It's going to be hard to beat that first one."

Bomita came up to Chelsea as she walked away from the office.

"He is one of my faves."

They both laughed. Chelsea followed Bonita to the back, where she smoked. Now, this is the part of her job she can do. She still wasn't happy with it, but she had to do it.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Three years. My baby daddy left me with twins. I had to do something, and this was it."

They talked more about how she worked on her own but really liked the idea of the security an agency provided. This is her third agency. She works only three days a week and takes the days of her period off.

Rachel stepped outside and told Chelsea about the man who was coming to see her. He doesn't come by often but has seen a few of the girls. He is kind and shy and doesn't talk much. His name is Daniel.

Chelsea went to her room to take a little nap. The amount of cumming she did earlier made her tired. She set the alarm on her phone to go off in 30 minutes. That will give her time to get ready.

She was able to fall asleep for a little while, but she was ready to go. She changed into a sexy black sheer bra with matching panties and slipped into a flowy blue dress.

Rachel came to the open door and said he was there.

A tall black man dressed in dark jeans and a tight T-shirt walked up the sidewalk. His shirt showed all the muscles. His biceps were amazingly large, and his thighs filled in those jeans.

"I can't imagine they all look like this!"

"Black?" Rachel laughed and walked away. She whispered for Chelsea to have fun.

Chelsea opened the door with a huge smile. Daniel smiled back and said hi.

She grabbed his hand and led him into the house. Bonita was sitting on the couch when he walked in. As they walked past, Chelsea looked at her and smiled. Bonta mouthed the word "lucky."

Rachel shut the door behind them and looked at Daniel.

"Okay, so, one more time.