Eager To Get Paid

Lois answered with a smile. A real prostitute didn't fuck for pleasure, but for cold hard cash. If she tried to play herself up as a slut, the madame might not take her seriously...and Lois was eager to infiltrate this club, find out what was really going on and who was behind it.

The raven-haired woman smiled back at her—a kind of half-smile, like a woman with a secret.

"Fair enough," she said. Reaching into that deep cleavage, the madame withdrew a moneyclip, a wad of green paper folded carefully together. The woman rifled the bills, and Lois followed the action of the fingers. Fifty dollar bills. Probably about five hundred dollars all together. She tossed the cash to Lois; the reporter caught it, doing her best to conceal her surprise.

"Now you've been paid," the madame said. "I'm your client. Show my what you've got."

Lois' nostrils flared. So it was going to be that kind of interview. She glanced at the money clip...and then at the woman. There was more to this than just making sure Lois could put out, she was sure. This was a challenge...and Lois was willing to rise to it.

"Sit on the couch," Lois said, letting her father's iron tone of command slide into her voice...and the woman did, complicit but still in control, that half-smile on her lips... Instinct gripped Lois, the same as when she was in any interview. To turn the tables, take control of the conversation.

So she bent down, her violet eyes meeting her client's gaze. One gloved hand found the woman's neck, stroked upwards along that jaw, causing the chin to tilt up...and Lois bent down further, her breath mixing with the other woman's, and just at the moment those perfectly-painted lips parted—she dipped down to meet it, hot and eager, tongue slipping through those unresisting lips, brushing path hard square teeth, to taste her...

Lois brought her hand up behind the madame's neck, and slid onto the couch, cradling her head, letting the other woman melt into her embrace...and by degrees, as their tongues worked and they breathed each other in and out, the body relaxed in her arms, until it seemed like Lois was the only thing holding her up.

Then, and only then, did the reporter break the kiss...and stared down into those almost-black eyes.