Chapter 15 by Zeebop

And What?

Make A Deal

"Uh," Blaze grunted. "Uh uh."

It was as sexy as a sow in heat, the grunts rising in pitch. Lois sucked as hard as she dared on the cunt in front of her, and behind her she could feel Lana work her ass, the tongue swirling around the rim of her bunghole, nose buried in the crack between her buttcheeks. Always, always there were the cameras, jockeying for position, wanting to capture as much of the action as possible.

It was all going swimmingly until Angelica Blaze's pussy exploded.

Lois Lane's eyes shot open as the strong thighs locked hard around her head in a nutcracker grip, and her mouth flooded with salty pussy juice. The reporter's asshole instinctively clamped tight, trapping Lana's tongue inside her ass. It was and excruciating moment...and then Angelica collapsed back onto the filthy mattress.

Cheeks bulging with cunt-juice, , not sure what to do, the dark-haired reporter turned her violet eyes to Angelica...

"Swallow it," the naked woman said, dark eyes flashing.

So she did. It was warm and salty, and tasted like piss smells, that little tang of ammonia like a fine cheese that sweats in the heat. Lois managed to **** it down without a grimace—and flashed a winning, sticky-chinned smile for the camera.

"Cut!" Blaze said. "That's a wrap. Get this shit on air."

Lois leaned back—onto Lana's face. The redhead was still eating her ass.

"That's enough," Lois whispered.

"Fugh ghor mnnugh," Lana said.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Blaze snapped. The naked porn director leaned back on the filthy, cum-covered mattress like a tiger in the jungle; it was her natural environment, the slutty woman totally at ease amid the stains of sex past. "So, that wasn't bad. But do you bitches want to earn some real money?"

"We're interested," Lois said. "Another erotic masterpiece, I take it?"

The dark eyes fixed on Lois cooly. "It's a bit more hardcore than this. And if you're in, there's no backing out. Serious business. But the money..."

"How much?" Lois said.

"One hundred thousand dollars. Each. In cash."

For a moment, Lana stopped licking. The reporter licked her lips, tasting Angelica's pussy. Nothing with that much money or those conditions could be legal.

"Deal," she said.