Lois And Alice Are Prostitutes

Lois hated this plan. She hated everything about it. Hated the fake smile she had plastered on her face. Hated Deadman's hand on her ass as they walked toward the Black Door. Hated Black Alice's giggle as she ground against him on the other side.

"Blaze is always looking for fresh talent. Your auras should be especially vibrant compared to most prostitutes." Deadman had explained, twisting the possessed man's face in the unfamiliar mannerisms of a born showman. "I'll be your prostitute, get you through the door. With any luck, we'll get directed straight to Blaze's procurer, and they'll take you girls in back."

"And...?" Lois had asked.

"Well, you're a resourceful reporter. You'll think of something."

The Black Door opened. Lois caught a glimpse of a bar beyond...red-litten, tables, a bar in the background...and the reporter could feel the strange sexual radiation emanating from within. Her pussy felt like a swamp, nipples pressing hard against her bra, and a slight flush came to her cheeks. It felt like the beginnings of heat stroke, or a legendary masturbation session that would find her in front of her laptop until the wee hours, trying to shove a Hitachi vibrating wand into her cunt...

Then something blocked the light, eclipsing the little glimpse of hell. It moved out of the door, ducking slightly and turning sideways, forcing the trio to step back and make room for his mass.

Lois knew linebackers sometimes did gigs as bouncers and private security during the off-season, but this was something else. There head looked like a cross between a gorilla and a T-rex, a low-domed forehead covered in scales, wide-lips drawn back to show rows of sharp fangs. The black t-shirt barely covered his broad muscled chest, gold chains hanging off his neck. His whole appearance was subtly inhuman...and Lois knew its name.

Killer Croc. One of Batman's rogue's gallery. Blaze must have hired him for muscle...

"Private party," Croc hissed, a distinct Gotham accent in the deep baritone. "Fuck off." He hinted.

"Hold up, hoss!" Deadman smiled, squeezing Lois and Alice tighter. "I heard Miss Blaze, she's looking for talent. Well, I got two fine bitches here...wet and eager..."

Croc didn't blink. Lois wasn't sure he could. He was incredibly difficult to read.

"Whoresss..." His hands stretched, and one of them went to the top of his baggy black jeans. He stared at Alice. "She's a little young."

"Legal!" Deadman didn't miss a beat. "Identification is all in order!"

The reptilian gaze swept back to Lois. "She's a little old."

"Experienced!" Deadman gripped Lois' ass tighter, until it was on the verge of pain, his signal for her to shut up and smile. She did, swearing to herself that when this was over she was going to kill the Deadman.

"Hmmm...tell ya what." The bouncer's hand went to his fly.

Zzzzzziiip!

"Prove it."