Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Need To Do?

Find A Bathroom

Cum still dripped out of the reporter's ass, and it covered her left hand that had shortly before been in her ass. As much as she wanted to find the missing women, to find her clothes, to figure out who was running this whole brothel, Lois Lane's prevailing need at this very moment was just to find somewhere she could wash her hand and maybe scrape some of the doggy jizz out of her butthole.

To which end she set off down the corridor.

Moans came from behind many of the doors, and Lois avoided those rooms. She squeezed her ass as tight as it could go, and still felt jizz dribble down her thighs. The reporter winced at every jangle of her new labia rings, and yet she kept moving through the corridor...there had to be something, somewhere...a break room, a lobby, a...

Lois turned a corner and found herself in a carpeted lobby, with an elevator to her right and, praise whatever gods were listening, men and women's bathrooms on the left. There was just one problem in between.

She stood about six foot five, or nearly a head taller than Lois. A slender body in a tight black dress that hugged her narrow hips and emphasized her small cleavage. One leg was bared down to the knee, where the black boot with a three-inch heel began. Black hair, wild as a lion's mane fell down to her shoulders, and the dark eyes were deeply set beneath a wide brow. A Mona Lisa smile flicked across her lips.

"Who are you?" The voice spoke in English, but with a thick Mediterranean accent. Egyptian, maybe.

Lois took a breath and smiled. When in doubt, use the truth.

"I'm new here. It's my first night." She held up one cum-covered hand. "I really need to wash my hands..."

"Yes, you do." The woman stared at Lois intently, and though Lois shuffled toward the bathroom, she found she couldn't quite look away from those dark eyes.

"Come with me," dark eyes said. "We can't have the customers seeing you like this."

She reached forward and grabbed the reporter's shoulder, and Lois was guided into the elevator.

"By the way, " dark eyes said as the doors closed with a final clang. "I am Blaze. The owner. Your new employer."