Lois Pumps the Barmaid for Information

The barmaid, Lois reflected through the alcoholic buzz, might know something...but it was too loud and crowded in the room to really question her. The reporter bided her time, licking the salty residue of the cocktails from her teeth, which tingled all the way down to the pit of her stomach. Finally, the beat dropped, the music shifting tempo as the DJ transitioned into something a little less frenetic. The bar was relatively empty for a moment too.

"Hey, Maria," she said, leaning across the bar—and giving the barmaid a good look down her cleavage. "There's a rough looking bunch by the toilets—any chance I could use the staff bathroom?"

Lois deliberately shot a glance toward the restroom: a pair of stainless steel doors where a bunch of predatory men loomed over anything remotely female heading in or out. One of them even had the classic pinned-to-a-wall pose, arms on either side of his intended victim, even if it looked like she was **** for a pee.

"Yeah, okay," Maria said, flicking her pink hair back. "Sal, cover for me okay?"

The other bartender, a slim young, androgynous thing with too much makeup and not enough style, nodded their head as Maria lifted up the bar. Lois quickly ditched her stool and ducked through, letting Maria guide her into the back room.

The noise died down as Maria closed the door, the booming music reduced to a thumping hum that matched Lois' beating heart. The room was mostly storage, dimly lit by a flickering florescent bulb, shelves stacked with cases of booze and cleaning supplies. Lois noted the shape of a camera near the ceiling, but no light—probably a relic of when this was an active warehouse—and the reporter made a note of the Lexcorp logos branded on each shelf. This was—or had been—one of their warehouses. Lois didn't waste too much time staring, heading straight toward the back.

The staff bathroom was the size of a portajohn, and had seen better days—cramped as it was between bales of toilet tissue. The lock on the door was broken, and Lois saw Maria smirk as the reporter doffed her jacket and handed it to the barmaid to hold as she stepped inside. The reporter closed the door almost as far as it could go, just enough so she could keep an eye on Maria—and to see Maria keeping an eye on her, as she doffed pants and panties down to her knees and squatted on the toilet.

"Have you been working here long?" Lois asked.

"Couple of weeks. Since it opened." Maria brought Lois' jacket up to her nose and sniffed it.

"I really appreciate that. Those guys look like a bit of rough trade."

"Can be," the barmaid offered. "We've had a problem with the occupancy limit on the ladies' room lately."

Lois caught her eye toward through the crack between the door and the frame...and felt herself begin to pee. She licked her lips, and realized her throat was dry and she was thirsty.

"Not a good place to be, stuck in a bathroom with a guy that won't take 'no' for an answer." the reporter said. Her tinkle sounded unduly loud in her ears. She was still flushed.

"No," Maria said, her mouth suddenly set and her eyes hard. "It isn't. Some of those girls..."

Lois finished, stood up to wipe. Shivered a moment as the tissue ran over her mons. Flushed.

"What happened?" Lois asked. She reached down to pull her panties up.

Then Maria was there, in the bathroom with her. The barmaid's hot hands grabbed her by the shoulders, and they locked eyes. Lois was too shocked by the suddenness of the intrusion to even feel fear. Their mouths were open, Lois realized, and she had started to salivate. The look on the young woman's face was hungry, and looked for all the world like she wanted to kiss her, a hot, steaming, tongue-coiler. Maria leaned in, then at the last minute diverged, diving into the crevice of Lois' neck and shoulder. Lips sucking at the reporter's flushed skin.

Lois let out a moan and then a yelp as she felt the rough cup of a hand between her legs, and instinctively brought her knees together, trapping the hand between her thighs. Felt Maria's left arm slide beneath her arm and around her back into a kind of cradling hug as the barmaid sucked at her skin. For a moment, they stayed like that, and Lois just froze. The hand on her crotch wasn't moving, wasn't penetrating, yet Lois could feel a pulsing heat. After what seemed a long moment, where Maria's sucking actually started to hurt, the barmaid suddenly released her.

The reporter quickly brought up her panties and pants, flushed but unable to speak. There was a red weal on her collar that would be a prize hickey tomorrow. Maria brought her hand up to her face, gently sniffed it—and Lois realized she must have been dripping down there. She watched as Maria licked her fingers clean, then smiled at Lois, and gave her back her jacket.

"Sorry, sweet thing—I really shouldn't have said anything about all that. Thinking about it gets me...worked up."

Lois nodded, silently. Maria stepped aside, indicated with her arm that it was time for Lois to head back to the club proper. The last thing Lois noticed, as she left the restroom, was the security camera that had been trained on the open door the whole time.