Chapter 9 by Zeebop

How does Tyrell respond?

Tyrell Creams His Jeans

The pop came quicker than either of them expected. One minute Lois had wrapped her hand around his stiff little prick, rubbing thumb and forefinger over his head...and the next minute hot nutbutter splashed over her fingers, Tyrell's hips jerking as he emptied himself out. The reporter sighed as she kept tugging gently, milking the last of his jizz out as he softened. With her left hand the reporter grabbed a napkin and wiped off her hand and his dick, dropping the jizz-rag onto the floor.

"Yeah," Tyrell said, when he could speak again. "Yeah, I'll take you down there. But lady...I hope you know that you're pussy is wet."

It was an odd turn of phrase—yet as Tyrell zipped up and they stood, Lois Lane couldn't deny that she felt...excited down there. Her tight red pants seemed to hug her pussy. There was a bounce in her step as the Black man took her arm and guided Lois toward the freight elevator at the back of the club. In her chest, the reporter's heart beat a little faster...and she had to remind herself that she was trying to find the missing women, not looking for a big cock to fill her pussy.

Once they were in the elevator, Tyrell hit the bottom button. With a shake and a shiver, the elevator shuddered and began to descend.

"Now, when you get down there..." he said. "...let me do the talking. You're here to make some fast cash. They'll make you sign some paperwork, and then lead you away. That's when they gonna jump you, strip you down, start filming. The big man, he's gonna come in and they're gonna make you the offer...take him all the way to the hilt and you go free. Except you can't. You know that, right? And after that, they're gonna just fuck you and film it, and you'll be right there along with the other women."

Tyrell looked in the reporter's eyes. The elevator ground to a halt.

"What I'm sayin' is, this is your last chance. We go back upstairs, they won't grab you. But those doors open, and I cannot save you. You're just fucked. You sure that's what you want?"

The reporter paused. Tyrell was certainly giving her the hard sell. A part of her wavered...maybe he was right. Maybe this was too dangerous, even for her.