Looking To Poach

The alley opened up to a space that might have once been a loading dock office, now converted into a storefront. Your typical palmistry shop, at first glance: a red neon hand glowed in a window edged with astrological symbols. The name Madame Alexa's sprawled across the top, and at the bottom the legend: Your future is in our hands.

"Cute." The reporter muttered. Lois didn't see any other way in or out than the single door, but she did notice the discreet camera on the wall of the alley opposite the door, and the fairly heavy-duty lock on the door itself. Whoever was running this operation paid at least a little attention to security.

Still...Lois didn't like going into any place she couldn't get out of. Heading into Madame Alexa's by the front door sounded like a bad plan. What she needed was more intel. She needed to poach a client.

Keeping out of sight of the camera, Lois lurked in the alley...and heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see a short, nervous-looking young man coming down the alley. Short, the beginnings of a pot-gut, hair a little thin on top, glasses. Probably the engineering degree from Metropolis University was still crisp and fresh. Lois smiled as she recognized her mark and made her move.

The reporter stepped into the middle of the alley, right in front of him, putting her breasts almost in his face. He paused, began to sweat, mumbled something and tried to move to the side, but she stepped quickly, blocking his path.

"Hey handsome," she said. "Going to Madame Alexa's?"

The widening eyes behind the coke-bottle glasses told her the answer was yes.

Lois Lane's hand shot out, grasping his crotch. She could feel his cock there, trapped inside the pants. He shuddered, but didn't try to pull away.

"You've been there before?" The reporter's smile was sultry.

He gulped, nodded. Lois released her grip and began to rub his crotch.

"Why don't you tell me all about it..."