Check To See If He's Breathing

Lois Lane told herself it wasn't conscience that made her kneel down and feel at the man's neck. She just hated the idea of having actually killed someone. The wound on his head was bleeding pretty badly, but head wounds did that. Her fingers dug down around his ratty beard, and finally locked onto his carotid artery...and let out a sigh of relief. A strong, regular pulse. He might have a concussion, but it didn't look like he was dead or immediately in danger of dying.

The reporter stood up and left the room, silently relieved.

Her own head still hurt as she threaded her way through what looked like service corridors. Past mop-rooms and storage rooms. Up a small set of stairs, and into more familiar hallways. Lois smiled as she found a bathroom. Dusty, long disused, and the toilets had ugly rings in them and there were gaps on the wall where the handsoap dispensers once were, but when Lois ran the taps in the sink, water, clear and cold sputtered forth. Quickly, Lois grabbed handfuls and washed her aching cunt and ass. Then began to scrub at the dirt and soil on hands and feet. Almost as an afterthought she ran palmfuls of water over her armpits, and combed bits of dirt out of her hair until it was damp and stringy.

The woman with wet hair and bloodshot violet eyes that stared back at Lois in the mirror wasn't exactly anyone she would pay to sleep with...but the reporter thought she might still pass for a prostitute who had a busy night.

At least, she hoped so.

Still undercover, the reporter slipped back out into the corridors. Moved away from the way she had come...she had to find her way back to the brothel, or at least the club; even Ivy's greenhouse would at least be a point of reference. In her head, she worked out her story...a new girl coming back from making a customer happy she had gotten lost and needed to change her costume. That would probably pass so long as nobody asked too many details.

The air was cold on the reporter's naked pussy. It had seen more action in the last few hours than it had in months. Lois shivered, hoping it wouldn't see any more service before this night was over...but the undercover reporter knew she was still in a very dangerous place, and the unexpected might be just around the next corner.