Lois Makes A Contact

The noise and light of the club his Lois again, after the relative quiet of the back room. Maria gave her a friendly pat on the ass as she took her place back behind the bar; Lois' last glance at her was pouring drinks for a crowd of customers.

Still feeling the heat beneath her skin, Lois skirted the dance floor, passed beneath the cages, towards the far side of the bar. The girls didn't have much in common, and she couldn't just flash the pictures around and ask questions. The reporter needed to make contact with someone...

...when someone made contact with her. Lois didn't peep when the strange hand cupped her mons from behind. It was a hands-on kind of place. What she did was spin—no mean feat in heels—grabbed the offending limb and twisted. Lois grinned at the surge of adrenaline as she slammed the perpetrator into the bare concrete wall of the club, his right arm pulled behind his back in an armbar.

"Hello," she whispered into his ear.

Twenties, gothy, male, and ratty looking. An outfit made from different shades of black, from his greasy-looking jeans and combat boots to his trenchcoat. Lois would be amazed if he'd ever gotten laid without paying for it.

"H-hi?" he said.

"Who are you?" She asked. Her left hand slid down his side, checked for pockets. Lighter. Rolling papers. Nothing interesting. Her hand groped lower.

"R-rat." The goth's eyes were wild.

"You come here often, Rat?" Lois surprised herself as her left hand slid down the top of his pants, brushed against something soft and wet, then...metallic, hard. Worked her fingers into his waistband. She felt, rather than heard, him swallow.

She looked around. No-one in the club paid much attention. One more kinky couple...

"Ev-every night," Rat said. Lois' fingers felt the bulbs of his cock ring, the hard metal wrapped around the softness. She began to pant a little. Something about this had gotten her worked up. Lois gave his head a tweak. Rat's gasp sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a trickle of liquid spill over her fingers.

"I've got some questions for you, Rat." The reporter's whisper was throaty.