Maria

The flash caught Lois by surprise. She took her mouth off the penis and turned to look at Maria and her old Polaroid, in the doorway to the stall. Something warm and wet splashed past Lois' lips as the black dick fired a final volley. The camera flashed again, and again as the reporter licked the cream from her face.

Dimly, the reporter admired the frame the picture must have made. Daily Planet's star reporter, on her knees, sucking cock in a club. Page three, probably, though Perry wouldn't run the uncensored photo. Something tastefully cropped, no doubt.

"What," was all Lois managed in drunken protest.

Maria laughed. The ancient camera spat out its floppy shots, and the barmaid fanned them.

"This is your golden ticket, baby," she said. "You're too hot for this club. I'm gonna take you to where the real action is, downstairs."

Absently, Lois noticed the black dick had softened and retreated through the gloryhole, like some undersea worm retreating into its shell. She furrowed her brow, concentrated. "What kind of action, Maria? Kind that can get a girl in trouble?"

The barmaid leaned down, let the bulky camera hang from her neck by its strap. She offered a hand to help Lois up off her knees, and she took it.

"You know it, girlfriend," the barmaid ran a finger down the skin on Lois' chest. "But this place, it only lets bad bitches in. Need to show they're nasty enough." She flashed the Polaroids, which were more and more distinct by the minute as the film developed.

"This place have a name?" Lois asked.

"The Black Door."