A Little Extra

Mel looked slightly concussed, as Lois clambered out under the table. Maria dabbed at the reporter's face with a cocktail napkin. Aisha smirked.

"So, Mel," Maria said. "We square?"

Mel coughed out something—then shook himself, and carefully zipped up.

"Square." He said. "Fact, I think I owe Joanne a little something extra." He winked at Lois; fortunately the "party girl" name was the only one these people knew her by, but she had to keep up pretenses, so she winked and blew him a kiss.

The dealer bent low under the table, reaching out. Maria dipped her shoulder down, and took whatever he was offering. Then she and Aisha stood up, Lois swiftly following suit.

Mel smiled, in post-orgasmic bliss. "Hey Joanne...you like the taste of that...there's more where that came from."

Lois smiled, but said nothing, as she followed the women to an old fire stairwell, the doors long gone, concrete steps descending into darkness.

"There's light at the bottom," Maria said. "And we can check the score. Watch your feet so you don't slip."

Brief thoughts flickered through Lois' mind. She hoped Mel was clean. His prick had looked alright—no signs of sores or anything like that—so hopefully he didn't have any STDs. Right now, she was hoping he was your stereotypical almost-virgin, the kind that would wank himself to sleep for the next week just thinking about her lips on his swollen manhood...and yet the very thought of that made her stomach gurgle. Lois had been through her dry periods before, when it came to sex—that was part of adulthood—but suddenly her mouth was watering at the thought of Mel's cock. As if that salty goo that even now was pooling in her belly, like an appetizer before a feast.

Lois shook herself as they reached the bottom of the stairs, the realization suddenly hitting her: she wanted more cum.