Semen

The crowd was filled with milling, naked people. Lois Lane **** herself to act nonchalant, to look around—told herself she was looking for clues—but she couldn't help but feel her cheeks burn as her eyes landed on bouncing breasts, buttocks, and naked pussies and pricks in every direction—none of them attached to the missing women she had come here seeking.

Aisha and Maria dragged the reporter to the bar. The bartender, Lois noticed, was not completely naked. A black choker was wrapped around her throat, and heavy rings pierced the nipples on her small breasts.

"How do we pay?" Lois asked, suddenly aware that she had no wallet, no cash, no credit cards.

"You show them your number," Aisha said, holding up her left hand. "And they put it on your account. When you leave, you settle up with the hatcheck girl."

Lois blinked. "What happens if you don't have enough money, or try to skip out?"

Aisha smiled. "Then you have to run away naked! And hope the bouncers upstairs don't catch you."

Lois shook her head...and Maria was already ordering. The bartender nodded, laid out three shot glasses, then reached under the counter...and came up with a chilled aluminum tube. Unscrewing the lid, she poured out a grey-white ooze into each glass. The reporter's stomach recoiled...it looked like...

"Cum shots," Maria said, as she lifted one and handed another to Lois. "No, I don't know where they get that much semen, but trust me, it looks and tastes like the real thing! Think of it as a taste of things to come—hah! To cum! I didn't even mean that..."

The three women clinked glasses. The shot glass was very cold in Lois Lane's hand. She didn't really want to drink this...but she was horny enough that a part of her was curious...and she told herself it would look out of place if she didn't drink it.

So she brought it up to her lips and slurped.

Lois Lane had never had cold cum before. Oh, she'd taken a shot in her mouth, once or twice. Nasty, bitter stuff, cum was. This was...thicker, colder, like swallowing snot. It had that strong ammonia flavor she attributed to cum, but it wasn't very bitter at all, just a bit salty...salty enough to make her realize how thirsty she was.

The reporter lowered the glass and licked her lips, feeling it run down her through in a cold, slimy line...and it made her remember what fresh, hot cum tasted like, straight from a cock, and for a moment it was all Lois could do to not touch herself right here, in public...and she was glad that she didn't run into anyone she knew.

Until someone she knew ran into her.