Aisha and Maria

"You...and you," Terri the Bouncer pointed at the woman and the shemale. Lois Lane's heart sank, and she let her fingers slide out of Maria's puss as the younger woman and the transsexual sauntered into the club, blowing kisses.

The reporter stood dejected. She hadn't made it into the club. All that she'd done...it hadn't been enough. Lois felt the world close in on her, knowing that now she would never find the missing women, never uncover the secrets behind he Black Door. This really was...

The End

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"Yo bitch," Terri's voice cut straight through Lois' ennui. "You want a job?"

Lois Lane straightened her back, thrusting her breasts out. "Yeah? What kind of job?"

"Boss has been looking for...talent...to entertain some out-of-town guests in the VIP room. You follow me?"

The reporter kept a poker face. Place it professional. "This job pay?"

"One grand. And the players like to tip for enthusiasm," he lowered his shades. "But these guys like skin contact, you understand? No condoms. You got your birth control in check?"

No, I don't. Lois didn't say.

"That's my look-out," she bluffed. "Maybe I like the risk, you ever think of that?"

Terri looked her up and down. "Yeah, you look like the type that takes care of things. Anyway, go around back. Woman there name of Sherri. Give her this." He handed Lois a card—heavy stock, all black, no writing. "and tell her I sent you."

Lois took the card, heart fluttering. She had an in.

"Thanks, Terri," she asked, trying to be sweet.

The bouncer snorted. As Lois walked away, she heard him mutter under his breath: "Bitch thinks I did her a favor."