Eager To Get Fucked

"I need some cock for my pussy," Lois said, reaching down to rub her pussy. She figured it would be better to play the slut than the businesswoman. If nothing else, the eagerness might cause the madam to underestimate Lois Lane's intelligence.

At least, that was what Lois told herself. In truth, she couldn't deny the sudden dampness between her legs, the way her nipples were hardening. The idea of playing the prostitute was getting her excited in a way that she had never imagined.

Maybe I've got a fetish, she thought.

"Hmm. I can see that," Angelica Blaze gave an enigmatic smile. "In fact, we might be able to use that...enthusiasm. Tell me, my dear...how do you feel about...groups?"

Lois felt her heart leap into her throat, but she **** a smile to her face.

"The more the merrier," she lied smoothly.

"I'm so glad to hear that. We have a...special attraction for our guests, and the normal woman has had to opt out. It requires a very eager, open-minded person that loves...people."

There was an odd emphasis that Blaze was putting on some of the words, and Lois was sure that there was some hidden joke there that she wasn't familiar with. Still...if it meant that Lois got to interact with more people, she'd probably have an easier time figuring out what was going on. All she had to do was keep her eyes and ears open. She decided to risk it.

"That sounds great!" Lois said. "I'd like to get started right away."

"Excellent," Angelica took her arm and guided her toward a door. "We'll get you set-up then. You'll have to use a diaphragm. The guests don't always like to use condoms, and we can't be sure of your birth control. Better safe than sorry and all of that."

A bit of relief flooded through Lois as she reached out and opened the door. It looked like a backstage space—there was a heavy curtain to her left, a catwalk with lights up above, dark now.

"So, are we talking couples, or threesomes, or..." Lois didn't dare say what she was fearing. Gang bangs. Orgies. Every hole stuffed with cock.