Epilogue: Two Weeks Later

Lois Lane felt hungry all the time these days. She'd kept to her diet, but still watched the scales tick as she put on a couple pounds each week. None of the meals seemed to satisfy her, every salad and filet unfulfilling.

But she hadn't been back to the club, either.

The morning after had found Lois embarrassed, holding her head in her hands as she sat in the toilet, not able to believe the things she had done on that wild night. Fucked without protection. Gone to a gloryhole and sucked strange cocks, swallowing their salty loads.

And she had resolutely determined, then and there, that she wasn't going back.

She had gone in for a doctor's appointment and come out clean: no STDs, thank whatever gods there might be. The pregnancy...Lois couldn't bring herself to take Plan B. So she had adopted a "wait and see" policy,

In the bathroom, Lois sat on the toilet, staring at an unopened box of tests. It was two weeks to the night since Lois had gone beneath the club. Four weeks from her last period. Her monthly friend should be arriving any time now. If not...

Something scratched behind the wall to Lois' left. She glared at the pale blue tile.

"I don't leave food out, I keep the trash closed, there's no excuse for rodents in my apartm—"

Lois was cut off as a tile just below eye-level fell to the floor with a clatter. She stared at the hole in the bathroom wall. The way the apartments were built, each was an inverse to the other: the bathrooms of each abutted, probably to save on plumbing costs. So the reporter stared into a strange bathroom...

There was a woman there, undressed as though for a shower. Unable to tear herself away, Lois admired the firm, toned ass, the strongly muscled back...and as she turned...

...a cock.

For a moment, Lois stopped breathing. But she could smell it, taste it. Her jaw hung open, saliva building in her mouth...

Despite the feminine form of her neighbor's body, it was clearly a prick, normal in every respect, a healthy pink color. The ballsack looked a little larger than normal, but that just might be because it was hairless, freshly shaved, and as the shemale stepped into the shower, Lois felt a ping of self-disgust at herself, practically drooling over the flaccid dick like some voyeuristic pervert.

Then there was a blur of movement, and Lois was staring into a dark eye...the woman had bent over to examine the hole...and she winked! The eye closed slowly and opened again, wrinkling just a bit at the edges.

The reporter was too shocked to respond...what did that mean? Had her neighbor drilled the hole, hoping for someone to look...or did she think that Lois had drilled it, a perverted voyeur looking to catch a glimpse.

The eye disappeared, and now Lois could see the woman standing in front of the hole, her fingers circling her dick, stroking it into life. Lois swallowed her spit, pussy suddenly drenched, all thoughts forgotten except for the show on display. By slow degrees the prick stiffened, filled out...definitely a grower more than a shower, it stood long and thin, a big ropey vein visibly pulsing on the side, head angled and pointed.

The prick was hard now, and Lois ached for it, feeling all two weeks of pent-up sexual frustration coming to a head. She wondered if her neighbor would cum for her...and what her jizz tasted like. Dark thoughts flashed through her mind of breaking through the wall, licking the salty drops off the floor with her tongue.

I wish I could taste it... The reporter thought, pressing her fingers down between her legs.

The hole went dark. Lois inched back away from the hole, something was blocking it...and the cock poked through.

Not the whole cock...the walls weren't that thin...but the little purple head and about a half an inch of dick were sticking into Lois Lane's bathroom now, almost beneath her nose. She knew that the shemale on the other side must be pressing her balls against the tile. It was an invitation...an expectation...

Heart thundering in her breast, Lois reached out her tongue. There was a single droplet of pre-cum budding on the slit of the urethra. Just a drop. Barely any sperm in it at all. Her tongue touched it...

A shiver ran through Lois as the familiar taste came back to her. It was what she had been avoiding these past two weeks...running away from. Now it was here, right before her...and Lois Lane lowered her head and wrapped her lips around that head, suckling greedily, tongue swirling all around the flared rim, lips brushing against the drywall behind the tile and not caring at all.

She lost track of time. There was only the moment, the endless slurp-slurp-slurp, the tingle of anticipation as she felt the prick swell slightly in her mouth, and she wrapped her lips around the head and hollowed her cheeks, creating a vacuum...

Hot salty, sticky seed spurted into her mouth, on her tongue. It wasn't ambrosia, it was nasty and bitter and Lois drank it greedily, her body crying out for more, suddenly sated for the first time in weeks. She sucked until every last sticky drop was pulled out of those shaven balls, the hot load going down her throat, and when it started to shrink, Lois released it...and gave the dwindling dick a quick peck, just a kiss, a way to say "Thank you" as it disappeared through the wall.