Public Use Area

"There's a corridor, downstairs. Old red brick. Someone's knocked holes in the wall. And...people go down there, and...it's just an understood thing, you know? Public use. Do whatever you want. Eat ass, fuck them, go around to the other side of the wall and fuck their mouth or get licked..." Lana Lang said. Her face flushed, the freckles burning dark against the red cheeks.

"That sounds like it could get violent," Lois Lane said.

"Not that I've...heard," Lana said. "There's a sex mart down there. Sell lube, condoms, sex toys, wet wipes, pregnancy tests. They have some big guys around there for security, and anyone that causes trouble, they, uh...they take care of it."

"Lana," Lois said. "Have you...been down there?"

The redhead shook her head. Lois nodded slowly. Lana was raised in Kansas. It must have taken a lot of courage just to come into a gloryhole bathroom to watch random dudes stick their cocks in a hole and hear women slurp on their dirty pricks. She'd probably never dared to go downstairs, even as she hung onto every word of every story.

Still, if there was money involved, Lois knew that meant the "public use" area probably involved some actual prostitution...or maybe not all the women in the wall were there willingly.

"Well...there's a first time for everything. Let's go!" Lois said.

Lana swallowed. "I...I don't..."

Lois pulled Lana's panties out of her pocket and sniffed them. She gave the redhead a sly smile.

"Smallville, if you do this for me...I'll make it worth your while later," Lois promised.

Which was just enough incentive to push Lana into gathering her courage and leading the way. Down into darkness...