Lois Has To Convince Him Some More

"I can make it worth your while," Lois said, and hands under the table she undid the top button of his jeans, felt the warm flesh of his cock. It was so easy, so natural, as she unzipped his fly, moving closer to him so that her hand could pull the silk boxers away from his black cock...

"Woman, do you know what you're doin'?" he said. "Someone could see..."

Except the club was dark, and no one was looking. Not when Lois Lane slid under the table and got her hand around that stiff black meat. It was hard to see anything down there, but the reporter could work by touch, smell...and taste.

No, Lois thought, feeling the buzz of the drinks as she put her mouth on the side of that stiff prick and began to slobber over it, her tongue working its way down to his hairy bush in a series of sloppy kisses. I've never fucked anyone to get a story. But I have done other things.

Not always things she had been proud of. Nude pictures from the morgue for that one hacker with the **** kink. A pair of used panties to get in the door of that sex club in Berlin. One interview, she had to hold his balls in his hand the entire time, or he wouldn't do it. An artist had insisted on making a cast of her vagina; "Pussy #5" was still on display in some gallery of the Metropolis Museum of Art. And once, when she was just starting out, she'd let that creepy old bastard jerk off on her bare breasts...but every time, she had gotten the story.

She didn't put his cock in her mouth. Not yet. Lois stroked him, felt him tense, tasted his dick on her lips. Her pussy felt absolutely drenched. It had been a long time since she had breathed in a man's scent, and on top of the **** that was driving her wild...but she was still in control.

"You can get me in, right?" The reporter said. "In and out. I just need a look around. Then afterward...or maybe you want blue balls tonight..."

"Shee-it." Tyrell moaned. Lois smiled and gave the pecker a quick kiss, then slid back out from under the table.

"If we're gonna do this," Tyrell said as he fumbled with his pants. "We gotta do this smart. Which means you need to get a little dumb."

Tyrell fished a small wrapper out of his pocket. It looked like an aspirin wrapped in plastic, except it was bright pink, heart-shaped, with a groove down the middle so it could be split in half. The black man set a razor blade next to it. Both the pill and the blade were hidden by Lois Lane's drink.

"Is this...?" Lois asked.

"You take half a pill. Don't chew it, just swallow and wash it down." He said, very quietly. "That way, it don't take effect too fast. You'll go down there, giddy and acting stupid...that's how we do it, give the girls a little something to loosen 'em up, not a full dose."