Lois Pumps the Barmaid Harder

The bartender knew something. Lois could feel it. The reporter just needed to push a little harder. Instinctively, as she left the restroom, Lois swung around to stare Maria in the eyes, noses almost touching. Maria's eyes were hazel, tinged with green, the irises wide in the dark room.

"Tell me," the reporter said.

Lois took a step forward, and Maria instinctively moved away, until her back touched the wall opposite the bathroom. "What happened to those girls? What is it about them that gets you...worked up?

Lois felt something press against her thighs. Felt it press upwards, gently slide her legs apart until her pussy was resting on Maria's knee, the thin material of her pants grinding gently into her nether lips. All the time, the two women never dropped their gaze, stared directly into each other's eyes. Maria licked her lips as she pressed a little harder, and Lois gasped.

This was the game, the reporter told herself, as her heart beat. She was close.

Reaching down, Lois' hand found Maria's left nipple. The hard bulbs of the barbells. Let her palm cup the breast through the mesh shirt and give it a squeeze. Now it was Maria's turn to gasp.

"I'm not...not supposed to tell..." the purple-haired woman muttered.

"Is it a secret? Are you afraid of someone?" Lois let a thumb rub over the fleshy nub of the nipple, then moved her hips. Her crotch ground into Maria's upraised knee, and she could feel the pressure and heat through her clothes. Shifted the angle and did it again, let the hard bony knee rub against her clit. "Or does it get you excited?"

"Dow...downstairs." Maria gasped, and closed her eyes. She bit her lower lip as Lois massaged her breast, the warm tit soft and loose in her hand. "There...there's a VIP section. For special-ah!-guests." The barmaid moaned as Lois tweaked that nipple.

"Special?" She said, still rubbed herself against the knee. Lois knew she was so close. "****? Whores?"

Maria opened her eyes, and Lois stopped, hand frozen on Maria's tit, crotch propped up on that strong knee. Her loins ached in frustration, but that look froze her. The fear in the barmaid's eyes was real.