Super-Prostitutes

Maria stared at Lois, who was four-fingers deep in her cunt. She swallowed, blushed.

"The were workin' girls. Came here to get a little work done. The club, it's just...it's just a cover." Lois started to work her fingers in and out, a steady rhythm.

"What are we talking about? Breast augmentations, saline injections, botox?" The reporter said.

"N-no." Maria clamped down on the hand with her thighs. Lois put her hand on the barmaid's knee and gently pried her legs back apart. She withdrew her hand until just the tips of the fingers were still inside Maria...then added her thumb, and pushed forward.

"Tell me, Maria," Lois felt her knuckles scrape against the barmaid's labia.

"P-powers!" the barmaid gasped. "Th-there's a lab downstairs. Where they give you powers." She moaned as Lois leaned forward, and felt the sudden pressure as the reporter's knuckles slid inside her. The reporter waited, to let the woman get used to the size. Part of her admired the way the shaven cunt gaped around her hand, wondered if Maria had ever been spread this far open before. She felt her own pussy drip in response. Another, smaller part of her was horrified at what she was doing—but the info was almost as juicy as Maria.

"Supervillains got needs too," Maria said, in a hoarse whisper. "You're superstrong, or superfast—normal boys and girls can't take it, normal pimps and escort services don't cater to them. That means its good money. Attractive money, but it's still a problem. Killer Kroc could rip a girl in two, without even trying. Some of 'em try superdrugs—venom, velocity 9—to keep up, but that's expensive, and it's worse than crack. Those don't tend to last very long." The pause lengthened, and Maria wouldn't look Lois in the eye.

Lois pressed her hand forward again, and Maria almost let out a scream. The reporter didn't stop until she felt the warm, wet flesh close around her wrist.

"Th-the White Room!" Maria moaned. "The girls go into the White Room! That's how they get to the lab for the procedure. It's a lot of money—a lot! So they, they work it off, downstairs, when they're done. That's why they haven't been seen. Oh gods."

Lois felt, as much as heard and saw, it when Maria came. Her pussy clamped down around her hand like a vise, so tight it hurt. Lois shuddered herself, almost ready to have an orgasm and she hadn't touched her own clit yet. She wrapped her free arm around Maria, and the young woman hugged her as she rode out the orgasm. Lois could feel her pulse through the barmaid's burning cunt.

"Maria?" she said. "I'm going to take my hand out now. And then," she kissed Maria gently on the mouth. "I need you to take me..."