In The Back

"I was told I could make more money in the back," Lois said, trying to sound bold and confident.

"True," Ms. Blaze eyed her—not looking at her eyes but just seeming to drink her in. "But not everyone is cut out for that line of work. This isn't just turning tricks, you understand. It involves intelligence, adaptability, charisma—the ability to roleplay with a client, to mold yourself to their needs. Some of their needs are very considerable indeed. Because these are very powerful people," she stepped closer to Lois, until their breasts were almost touching, "and they are paying a lot of money to get what they want. 'No' is not something they want to hear...unless, of course, that is what they want to hear." She smiled wider, showing too many teeth. "And then you play the perfect little victim. Think you can handle that?"

Lois caught her gaze and held it. Her face was a mask of calm. "I can do anything," she said, and in that moment believed it.

"Hmm," Ms. Blaze leaned in and sniffed. "Don't have eyes bigger than your holes. We offer full health and dental, but you can't earn if you're in the hospital. Had a lot of experience?"

"No," Lois admitted. "But I learn fast."

The club owner stared at Lois...then raised her hands and placed them just over the false Star Sapphire's bare breasts. She raised an eyebrow. Lois blinked...then nodded.

Blaze's hands were exceptionally warm and strong as they grasped and kneaded the flesh. She wasn't intentionally trying to hurt her, Lois realized. Just checking out the merchandise. Still, the "inspection" went on for a bit longer than necessary, including the bar owner running her bare thumbs over Lois' swollen nips more than once.

"Natural. A little small, but we can fix that in time. As for the rest...spread your legs, Joanne."

Lois complied. The club owner looked into the reporter's eyes as she cupped her vagina. Pinky and index fingers expertly splayed the labia, letting the middle and ring fingers rub against the hot inner lips.

The reporter blushed, slightly. Getting excited in spite of herself. They were starting to attract attention from some of the clientele, too. Lois could feel their eyes on her...but she kept her poise. It seemed like the right thing to do.

"Responsive. You'll want to masturbate a little, before the clients get to you...they like it when the girl is wet and ready for them. Lube is always available but sometimes so...impersonal," Blaze stepped back, her fingers stained with Lois' juices. She brought the fingers up to her lips and licked at them, with a long skinny pink tongue. "You even taste good. Well, we'll give you a trial. Just for tonight, to see if you can keep up. Maria," Ms. Blaze turned to the faux-Amazon. "Take her to..."