Cunt-Washing Station

"...and this," Angelica Blaze said, "is where our ladies can wash the streams of jism from their well-used moneymakers, and recover their poise and..."

FRRRT.

"S-sorry," a naked young woman, blonde and skinny, with the healing track marks of a recovering heroin addict, bent over a bidet, gave an embarrased smile. "I, uh, took like ten dicks in my asshole and every single one of them came inside me. I'm going to be farting sperm for a while."

Blaze gave the young woman a pat on the shoulder and murmured some words of advice and comfort. Lois Lane, once again dressed and and knowing a bit of what the prostitute was going to...her pussy was still dripping Angie's cum...looked around at the white marble and dark wooden accents of the communal bathroom, which included several toilets, bidets, and hoses, but no individual stalls. There were mirrors, too, and shelves with various unguents, and a sign telling employees to wash their hands. A bizarre mix of the elegant and the prosaic.

What demented mind thought a communal bathroom was a good idea in a brothel? Lois thought.

Of course, the reporter already knew the answer to that one. The same demented dickgirl who had already declared herself the reporter's girlfriend.

"Ten customers," Lois said. "Is that a lot for a night? I can't imagine how sore you must be."

The young woman gave an uneasy smile. "It's not that bad. I mean, out on the street, the customers were a lot rougher and my pimp took most of my money. At least here all the johns have to be clean. And, uh, sometimes there are ladies around who will...kiss it and make it better, if you know what I mean."

Lois raised an eyebrow.

"So you were on the street. What made you come here?"

Lois instantly regretted her choice of words.

"I just...I felt a call one night, you know? I was feeling pretty bad. I didn't mind the hooking so much, but I was spending it all on smack and...and then it was like I heard this voice. I thought maybe I could score, or maybe get a client, but then Miss Blaze found me and said I was the kind of damaged soul she was looking for. Ever since then I've been staying here, and eaitng right...I don't even want the needle in my arm any more...and honestly, I don't mind the cocks. This one girl, she's teaching me this trick where I take in a pool ball and pop it out onto the table to make a shot..."

The reporter smiled and nodded. The whore seemed totally oblivious to how weird it was to be picked up from the streets like that.

"Polly is such a bright, optimistic spirit," Blaze said as she led the reporter away. "We're so lucky to have her. The other girls really appreciate her enthusiasm in cleaning out those hard-to-reach spaces."

There was a lonely FRRRT as the reporter let herself be led on to the next spot on the tour, with more questions in her heart than answers.