It Is Mostly Like Lana Described

There were three holes in the wall, each at about waist height and with small piles of bricks for shorter people to stand on comfortably, but only one of them was occupied. The "sex mart" was a pair of mall kiosks, run by a pinch-faced old women and guarded by two hulking, steroid-addicted siblings—brother and sister—with shaved heads, sleeveless shirts that showed off their massive biceps, and matching Celtic knotwork tattoos. They looked like extras from a white skinhead prison gang movie...but they showed no particular interest as Lois & Lana approached the "public use area."

The man in the wall had his pants down around his knees. A trio of giggling, pierced young women in Metropolis University T-shirts had plastic gloves on and were playing with his ass. Sloppy moans came from the other side of the wall, where another customer was getting a blowjob. The reporter blinked and stared around in fascination.

The asshole was pink and clean. All four of the girls had their gloves hands spreading the cheeks, playing with the shaven and hairless balls, or stroking the little cock underneath. They laughed and taunted each other on, cheeks blushing, seeking to outdo one another. One pressed her finger in his ass, another gripped his cock and started to milk the soft prick...he was a living toy to them, even more than the women in the gloryhole upstairs were to the men. Absently, Lois wondered what that must feel like...to just let yourself be used.

She shook herself out of the thought and glanced at the two empty holes. It was, surprisingly, cleaner than she thought...and in one corner behind the kiosks Lois saw a mop, bucket, spigot with a hose, boxes of plastic gloves and squirt bottles. Still, not much of a crowd.

The reporter thumbed her smartphone and brought up the images of the four missing women. Lana Lang stuck close behind Lois, her eyes stared at the women as another of them started to slide her finger into the ass, to stretch the little pink hole out.

"Excuse me," Lois addressed the old woman. "But I'm looking for these women, have you seen any of them?"

The eyes opened...and Lois was shocked to see that they were pure white, without pupil or iris. The reporter mumbled an apology and turned to the siblings, who stared down at Lois and listened to her, but simply shook their heads.

"Well," Lois said as she turned towards the only other people here. "Might as well ask them."