"I'll Be Gay For Pay"

Cleaned. Prepped. Lois Lane slid her ass through the hole. Blaze tied her legs to the wall with the vacuum straps. The reporter found herself grasping the handlebars on the sides of the padded bench in a white-knuckle grip.

"Relax, Lois. The ladies will make you feel good, and your milk will come in, and they'll be free...isn't that what you want?"

Lois closed her eyes, swallowed, and **** herself to relax her grip. It was bad enough her naked pussy and ass were on display on the other side of the wall...it was knowing that she was just putting herself out there as a sexual plaything for those women...

"I'm not gay," she said. "I'm straight."

"Hmm. You want to know a secret Lois?" The dickgirl reached out and grasped one of the reporter's small breasts. She gave it a squeeze, and Lois gasped. they were puffy and sore, the areola already visibly swelling, veins standing out on the pale surface. "Every woman is a little gay."

The reporter said nothing. Blaze let go of her breast. That Mona Lisa smile graced her lips.

"You'll see. I'll check back in when your time's up."

Like that, the devil left the room...and Lois Lane reflected on the idea that hell was being all alone.

Then she felt something on her pussy. Not a cool breeze. Warm and soft. Someone's breath.

Immediately, the white-knuckle grip returned. Lois felt her heart pound in her chest.

"Calm down, Lane," Lois said to herself. "This is what you signed up for. It's okay. You've had plenty of boyfriends. Won't be the first person to taste your pussy...or touch it..."

Fingers on the back of her thighs. Lois couldn't suppress a shiver. Heard the giggle of female voices from beyond the wall.

"I'm not gay...I'm not gay...it's just gay for pay," the reporter told herself.