Lois Wouldn't Mind Sucking A Cock or Two With Her New Friend

Lois could still feel that jizz, a sticky film, along the back of her throat. The transwoman seemed desperately eager...and Lois smiled graciously, and ran her hand through the goth's hair.

"Well...I guess I wouldn't mind sucking a cock or two with you. So why don't you lead on...and what's your name, by the way? I'm Lois."

"Rose!" the goth said as she smiled, eager as a puppy.

"Have you been coming here long, Rose?" Lois asked...

They talked, Lois Lane gently prying for information. Rose apparently had heard nothing about a cult, but she had heard about women going missing...it was that kind of club, where young women sometimes slipped into ****, prostitution. The transwoman herself stayed away from most of that, though she confessed to experimenting with poppers and, of course, the gloryhole.

"We're here!" The young tranny said.

"Here" was the other side of a sheet of one-way mirror. Some industrious soul had carved holes into it at regular intervals, big enough for a man to stick his entire cock and balls through, and lined them with soft clear silicone. The mirror-side faced an old-fashioned men's restroom, with grimy tile and one of those long communal urinals. Various bits of graffiti had been painted or scratched on the mirror surface, but Lois could still see the customers milling about...clubgoers, for the most part.

"You, uh, put a finger out to show you're there. The price is, um, kind of up to you? U-usually I take ten or twenty to suck..."

Lois let her hand slip down to grab the tranny's butt.

"How much to let them fuck you?" The reporter asked.

Rose blushed fiercely and bit her lip. "I...I haven't...I mean I thought about it. If I get enough money I could get the top surgery I want..."

The reporter felt her own new dick throb a little at the thought of Rose getting railed by some stranger.

"Well, I'm here with you now. What's it going to be?" The reporter asked.