Go To The Board

Angelica led Lois out of the bathroom, back to the club. The noise and the lights int he darkness swept over the reporter, but her new lover held her hand tight, guiding her through the edges of the crowd that ringed the dance floor. It was a brief journey, and ended in a short, dark hallway away from the action, occupied only by the door to the family restroom and a pin board.

They stopped in front of the pin board. It was covered in a double row of photographs—Polaroids, or more likely something that mimicked the style of the self-developing film. The top row of white rectangles contained women's faces, their names and phone numbers written in pen underneath...and below that was a row of upskirt shots, the complex array of lines that describe buttocks, pussy, and legs all coming together.

In none of the crotch shots did any of the women wear underwear. They described the gamut of female anatomy, from pudgy women where fat thighs almost eclipsed the line of the shaved cunt, to skeletal model-thin gams with a pronounced thigh gap, the skin hanging off the hip bones, pussy hanging loose off the scaffolding of bone an spare meat. Some of the women were using their hands to spread themselves, revealing flashes of pink, dark-lipped pusies, puckered assholes, the occasional intimate tattoo...These "spreads" were labeled with just a number in felt-tip pen.

Lois studied them for a long time, trying to decipher what she was seeing. Angelica stood behind her, hands slipping around the reporter's waist to kind of hug her from behind—which Lois didn't mind a bit, although it was a little distracting when one of the hands drifted up, to cup her right breast. The reporter shot a glance at the club, but nobody was paying them the least attention.

Blaze leaned over, whispering loudly in the reporter's ear so she could be heard over the ambient noise of the club. The warm breath on her ear made Lois tingle, as did the fact that her lover's other hand was slipping gently down from her belly, to the waistband of Lois' pants. The reporter didn't stop the wandering hands, she was busy taking out her phone and snapping pictures. Lois had already recognized polaroids of each of the missing women on the board.

"It's kind of a date board. Except none of us really...date, if you catch my drift." The reporter nodded, squeezing Angelica's hand so show she understood. "They're for...hookups. And some of the ladies, they just want people to know they're available."

"Available for what?" Lois tried to make herself heard above the crowd, and placed a hand on Blaze's thigh.

"To be used." A wet tongue slid down the side of the reporter's neck, and she shivered in response. "Do you want to see?"