Witnesses

Lois panted and smiled, feeling the sweat start to rise on her skin as as she gripped Angelica Blaze's tits, the shemale driving her cock in and out of the reporter's sloppy slot. Biting her lower lip, Lois raised her legs and wrapped them around her lover's waist, drumming her heels on the buttocks, encouraging the frenetic pounding that she was receiving. It was heaven.

Then came the flash.

Lois' head snapped to the left...toward the door to the club.

There were people there.

Women mostly, with a few young men. Club goers attracted by the noise, Lois guessed. The lovers had so lost awareness of their surroundings that Lois had almost forgotten that they were in a public restroom...where anyone could have wandered in, at any time.

Now they stood there, half of them with their cellphones out, lights flashing as they took pictures...or recorded. Lois didn't think her heart could pound any faster, but the thought of being watched...

As a reporter, Lois was almost used to it. She had been on camera before, interviewed before the great-one-eyed audience, knowing that thousands of people would watch her, waiting to catch on any error, any slip, any wardrobe malfunction. People who saw her picture in the paper pointed her out on the street.

But she had never been naked before a live audience. Never been fucked in front of a crowd of onlookers who stared silently at the pistoning hips driving that fat cock into her overflowing cunt. Had...had never...

Lois' eyes widened, and she shifted her grip on Blaze's breasts, squeezing the body of the tits so that the dark nipples jutted out from her hands.

...had never seen that young woman in front, slide a hand down the front of her pants to finger herself. Or the young man beside her, so feminine that he must be transitioning, in the front row, cock out and stroking it. The rest of them were brushing, breathing heavily...

While looking at Lois. While watching her being fucked.

Blaze leaned low, bringing her lips to Lois' ear so that the audience couldn't hear.

"Do you like that whore? Do you like being watched?"