They Go In The Back

Angelica Blaze took the reporter's arm and guided her down the corridor, to which it opened up into an underground parking garage, then along a wall and down another corridor to an unmarked door which she opened with a key that she seemed to pull from thin air. Lois smiled at the old illusionist's trick.

The door opened into a dressing room. Skimpy costumes, bottles of lube, enema kits...Lois saw a small staff kitchen, and a schedule on the wall with names she recognized. Angelica led her through a store room where bottles of booze and extra glassware and such things were kept...and then off to the side there was a little window set into the wall, and Lois realized she was staring out from behind a mirror set behind the bar.

"Once, this was a speakeasy, used for a batch of Satanists in the 20s and 30s," Angelica Blaze said. "The previous owner liked to keep an eye on things."

Lois nodded...but more than that, she was looking.

It was a small club, decorated in the manner of the previous century: gilt-framed erotic paintings on the wall, small wooden tables and chairs that could be folded up and tucked out of the way. No real dance floor or stage to speak of, but someone had added a modern speaker system that played some old Jazz number, mixed with what sounded like a porno soundtrack. Yet most of the attention was given to what was happening in the middle of the room.

Four naked women were bound, legs in the air, ankles tied together. Assholes gaping wide...Lois couldn't see exactly how that was done, but she imagined some appliance held them open, or perhaps very fine wires. The bartender was busy mixing drinks, which were put into glasses...some of them very large glasses...that she then slid into the open rectums until the edge of the glass was snug with the hole. The reporter watched this procedure, and the man who ordered the drink bend over and sip from it, his beard tickling her pussy, his lower lip pressed against the rim of her asshole...and then his tongue went all the way around the rim of the glass.

"Is that it?" Lois asked, somewhat surprised.

"Well, the ladies aren't supposed to take customers into the back, although I think some of them do," Angelica Blaze said. "Sometimes they put on shows, too. A wine enema, and all the other ladies drink from it with straws. Or we get a man to jerk off into a shotglass lodged in her butthole and then she drinks it. Safety is a major concern, but I've trained their asses well."

A little pang of jealousy hit Lois when Blaze said those words. She turned from the scene and looked at the dickgirl.

"Are you fucking them too?"