If You're Willing To Pay For It

"Of course, my dear," Angelica Blaze smiled devilishly. "If you're willing to pay for it."

The shemale snapped her fingers, and a waitress appeared with a clear pitcher of water—so cold that Lois could see the perspiration forming on the glass. The reporter ran a dry tongue over dry lips. Her throat felt like the Sahara desert, and she noticed that she had ceased perspiring...a sign that she was very near to heat stroke.

"Do you take credit cards?" The reporter croaked, barely restraining herself from reaching for the glass pitcher.

"Your money is no good here, my dear. We only trade in favors. Quid pro quo. If I give you something to drink...then perhaps you'll drink what I give you later. Does that not sound fair?"

Lois hesitated. A chill ran through her that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. She could smell herself being set up, and she didn't like it. At the same time, the oppressive heat was sapping her strength.

If I want answers, I need to drink. But if I drink this, I have to drink what she gives me. Lois dry-swallowed. Her tongue already felt like sandpaper in her mouth, and even her nose felt dry and raspy. Her fingers twitched. On the other hand, I don't think she could stop me if I just reached out and took it. Right?

"Come, my dear. Give me your answer." Blaze leaned forward, her breasts hanging low as she put her eyes at the same level as the jug of water. "It's a small price, I assure you. Perhaps you might even enjoy it."

"What...would I have to drink in exchange?" Lois rasped.

Angelica laid a hand on her cock and began to stroke it back to life.

"Nothing that I wouldn't drink myself," the shemale replied with a smile.

And there it was, Lois knew. Die of thirst or suck her cock. The reporter took a deep breath, the hot air filling her lungs. It wasn't as if she hadn't wrapped her lips around a dick before...nor even the first time she had swallowed. But she didn't like being put into a situation where she was **** to **** on a prick. It rankled her stubborn pride.

Yet...if I don't...I might never know what happened to those missing women. Lois told herself.