Cash & A Clue

A hundred-dollar bill was pushed through the hole. Lois was so surprised, it took her a moment to sheepishly accept it. Not that she needed the money, but an extra hundred bucks could come in handy. It was only when she had the cash in hand if Lois Lane wondered if this officially made her a whore.

The thought was less depressing to Lois than she thought it would be. Her tongue-tips played across her teeth, hunting out the last little gobs of jizz. She turned the hundred-dollar bill over...and saw that there was a message in it, in very fine red felt-tip pen.

COCK-SUCKING CONTEST

ALLEY OUT BACK

WIN BIG $$$

MIDNIGHT

Lois frowned. A big-money cock-sucking contest by itself wasn't something to really interest her...but there were symbols there too, in the same red ink. Symbols that Lois had last seen downstairs, in the book.

The cult! She realized. They must be connected with this cock-sucking contest somehow. And if they're involved, then maybe if I attend I can find out what happened with the missing women...they might even be there!

Of course, the reporter considered, it could also be a trap.

If they somehow found out she'd used their book...but how could they? Nobody had seen her down there with the statue. They must have members stationed in the gloryholes nearby, handing out invitations to skilled cock-suckers. Lois felt a little flare of pride at how her oral skills must have impressed the recruiter.

Still...midnight was an hour or so away. What would Lois do in the meantime?